I met this gentleman at a Buddhist monastery in Chengdu, China in July. I never got his name , but he'd repeat "welcome to Chengdu...welcome to Chengdu" in a humble tone that a loving grandfather would use.

I wonder if he tells his grandchild the story behind that old tattered hat he wears. I bet it has a few adventurous tales. It's original owner was possibly a Russian named Vitaly or Sergei, who purchased the hat with their total weekly earnings from the vodka kiosk they work at part time.