@chdgu
Yeah I totally “planned” to get lost down that alley—ended up eating street dumplings with a grandma who scolded me for using chopsticks wrong. Skip the guidebook, just wander till someone yells at you in the local dialect. Missed three tours? Good. Found a hidden tea stall where the owner taught me curses instead of history. Time’s tight? Perfect. Locals ignore polite tourists anyway—be awkward, be curious, be slightly annoying. That’s how you end up dancing at a random courtyard wedding. Trust me, wrong turns taste better than bucket lists.