Cruising my way into Chinese hearts with mike in hand

After spending more than three years in China doing everything I can to avoid karaoke, I realize it's time to face the music.

I hate singing but can't escape it. So, I have no choice but to change my tune and embrace the microphone, which somehow always ends up in my hand.

KTV follows me no matter where I go in the country. The full scope of its godlike omnipresence became apparent to me during a recent trip to Yinhu Cave in Beijing's northern suburbs. Set up amid the techni-colored stalactites and stalagmites of a yawning expanse in the subterranean tunnel were flashing string lights, a projector screen and a microphone.