We have ventured into the hills of Zhejiang, which are truly the most beautiful place we have discovered thus far. The area we are traveling through, within and surrounding the country of Anji (安吉), is known for its bamboo and white tea, and as we expected, the mountains are providing us with a picturesque and serene respite from the chaos of development in the valley. We were surrounded today by a sea of bamboo, undulating like waves up and down the green hills, broken only by the occasional tea farm etched into the side of the slope. This morning, we came across a crew of about five workers making bamboo brooms by the side of the road. They take bamboo branches of equal length and bind them together, then dry them over a fire, the smoke of which is reminiscent of incense burned at a Buddhist temple. After drying the bundles, each is put through a strange machine of whirring metal bars, which strips off the weakest of the bamboo leaves. Affix a handle, and you've got yourself a Chinese-style broom, which is quite unlike those of the West.