At Jinhua, the passengers stretched their legs on the platform.
Fresh supplies were bought and various selections of biscuits, preserved prunes, cakes, Coke, and orange juice were passed around the hard-sleeper commune.
The older Chinese were content to top up their jars of leaves with a constant supply of hot water, and nibble on chestnuts.
Li Tzu offered me her walkman with a Michael Jackson tape. I asked her if she had anything Chinese, and listened to the Hong Kong singer while the overhead speakers blared out a Chinese comedy.
It was just before sunset when we crossed the Hangzhou Wan.
The occupants of the wooden craft moored to the bank, sheltered from the bright evening sun under their canopies. Old men and young boys fished away the closing hours of the day from the shore of the popular West Lake.
There were a few islands in the middle of the 3km lake, and a lone swimmer, crawled towards the setting sun.
The far trees were now silhouettes against the bright light-source.