Riding through the streets of Kunming on a used bicycle, you might wonder where the usual crowds of people and motor scooters and cars are. Then, from down a small road off December First Street, you hear a rumbling, shouts of excitement, explosions. You fear there has just been a brutal gang shooting, and on this, the Spring Festival!
But then you round the corner, and you see a group of smiling kids emerge from the cloud of smoke, little red pieces of paper still hanging in the air, waving their little sparklers and causing general mayhem with the little fire crackers and bottlerockets.
I made a little digital video of some of the celebrations that went on all night, all over the city, but I haven’t figured out how to make the file small enough to upload.