羽毛球 Feather Hair Ball a.k.a. Badminton: in the land where badminton grows on trees (well it must, it's everywhere), where every car-park, driveway, park, side street, alley, doorstep, and shop stoop at some time or another has served as the battleground for so many Chinese people and their featherweight racquets and shuttlecocks. It's an incredibly accessible and portable sport, no special clothes required, which lends itself to both spontaneity and to serious sporting duels and can be played anywhere at the drop of a hat, by anyone, and any-old-how (in high heels if necessary). And the Chinese do just that. They're pretty good at it too.
I can't wait for the next session, for some more of those outrageous rallies that leave me in a crumpled heap, weeping with laughter (or exhaustion), screeching about the parquet floors of the Kunming Municipal Fitness Centre or the crumbling pre-cultural revolution halls of the local Ligong University Gymnasium. Too. Much. Fun.
[Footnote: Should I ever locate one of those elusive badminton trees, you will hear about it first here on Jamtin]