
This is the entire stay in Shanghai, so I apologize for its length.
1/20/09 (Tuesday)
Today is our second day in Shanghai. Just getting here was an adventure. Yesterday we got up at six o’clock so that we could leave the hotel at eight—the airport is about 40 or so minutes outside of the city. The flight was originally (yes, note the word choice of “originally”) scheduled for 10:10, but for some reason we were soon informed that it was delayed until 12:30. We had begun to settle in for a wait when our professor told us that the airline was putting us up in the VIP room. What this turned out to be was that they bused us to the nearby airline airport and gave us rooms (that we sat in for about 45 seconds) and gave us lunch before taking us back to the airport. Upon returning to the airport we were informed that the flight was delayed—still. The pilot was apparently sick or diseased or something, so they had to fly another pilot in from Beijing. I’m not quite sure how Air China arrived at that as the appropriate course of action, but oh well. Fortunately, only twenty or so minutes later we began to board. Because of whatever other scheduling problems had arisen and however the other passengers had dealt with it, we had the flight virtually to ourselves. I spent about half an hour in the back few rows talking to the flight crew with a couple of my classmates and our professor. A 737 with only 35 people on it is a rather interesting sight…especially when you know everyone on board.
After arriving and retrieving our bags (in record time—crazy how that happens when there are less than 40 people on the flight) we got on the bus and spent the next 90 minutes in traffic between the airport and the city/our hotel. Mercifully, I slept for most of it. We deposited our bags in our rooms and went to the
Bund to see it all illuminated. Fun fact:
Bund is Hindi for waterfront…so there ya go. After that we were cut loose to find food on our own. A few of us found a local hole in the wall where you order skewers of raw meat and cook them over a pit of hot coals in the middle of the table. You season them with salt, pepper, cumin, and chili pepper however you like. I had done this once this past summer and it was still just as delicious.
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This morning we went to some gorgeous gardens in the city. Paths wound through rock formations, past beautiful architecture and ponds filled with
koi. I think we spent a solid two hours walking through the entire thing. At one point (when nobody important was watching) I climbed a small rock formation that allowed me to pose next to an enormous dragon’s head that slithered along the rooftops of the surrounding buildings.
After the gardens we wandered through market streets bargaining with shopkeepers and enjoying the fantastic weather. The two friends that I was had to meet a friend who lived in the area, so I began to walk back towards the hotel on my own. I decided to stop in a park that I saw along the
Bund and see what there was to see. A Chinese man approached me and asked if I could take a picture for him. As I gave him the camera back I began to chat with him the two girls that he was with. They spoke a bit of English and I spoke a bit of Chinese, so we talked about why I was in Shanghai, how I knew Chinese, where I had been, etc. This prompted another photo request. They then invited me to join them at a tea demonstration. Having no plans for the remainder of the day—and no idea what they were talking about—I agreed to join them. I ended up spending the next two hours or so with them. We went to a teashop where we had a private demonstration on various teas, their respective teas, how to properly drink tea…the whole nine yards. Think of it as a wine tasting, but for tea. That’s the closest example I can think of. I learned more about Chinese culture and the language; they learned some of the intricacies of the English language—to put it in family-friendly terms. It was really cool to have met these random people and to have had the unique opportunity to go on a tea-tasting adventure. After we left and exchanged phone numbers, we parted ways. I had brought with me to Shanghai a rather dissatisfied impression from this summer, mostly because I just felt that it was so Western and commercially glitzy—and because I had been sick when I was here last. Today won Shanghai a second chance in my book. For dinner Nick and I grabbed some local street food. It was probably the best-tasting egg fried rice we’
ve had yet. While sitting and waiting for our food to be prepared (in a big pan over a gas burner on the street) I began talking to an old man who was also sitting and waiting for his food. His accent was rather thick, but we still managed to get some ideas across. He asked what country we were from, and once I explained that we were from the US he asked what city. I told him I was from Washington and began to try to explain the significance of tonight’s events back home, but he interrupted me and said, “Obama!” I was rather surprised that he was so
on top of the events back home, considering that he looked to be over 60 and
didn’t speak of word of English. I am willing to bet that if you asked a random poor old man on the streets back in the United States what was going on in another country’s government on a particular day they would have no idea. We brought our food back to the hotel and hung out before watching the inauguration on CNN International. By the time the ceremony had concluded it was well after 1:00AM, so we went to bed.
Wednesday
This morning we first went to the Shanghai History Museum. It is said to be one of the best—if not the best—history museum in China, but I thought it was pretty underwhelming. Perhaps it is simply because we have reached our saturation point of calligraphy, ornate jade works, and ceramics. I still find all of the jade and the Buddhist statues fascinating, but I would prefer to see them in a garden or a temple…not at a museum. After the museum and lunch we went to former residence of Sun
Yat-Sen, the father of the Republic of China (not to be mistaken with the People’s Republic of China). The house was rather spartan, but it was interesting to see how the resistance to the last of the
Qing Dynasty grew and developed. From his house we went to a museum/shrine where the Chinese Communist Party was conceived. The literature there was quite clearly propaganda, glorifying the resistance, describing how defectors were executed, how martyrs gave their lives for the revolution, but it was fascinating. Once you looked past the propaganda the artifacts and history behind it was very interesting. There was a short biography on each of the 13 delegates that were present at the first meeting—some died during the revolution, others defected and were executed, but many managed to live well into the second half of the 20
th century.
After the museums we were cut loose in a high-end part of the city for a couple hours to see what we wanted to see. The area had high-priced clothing stores, a Starbucks, and a Cold Stone ice cream shop—all very Western. We were pretty tired by this point, so after walking around for a bit and realizing that there was not a whole lot for us to see and nothing that was in our price range to buy, we just hung out at Starbucks before dinner.
From dinner we went to the Shanghai acrobat show. It had some parallels to the one we saw in Beijing, but some of the acts were far more gutsy and death defying. At one point two females roller skaters swung each other around by a loop attached to both of their necks. In a different act a women did a headstand on another woman’s head while both of them spun plates on sticks. The final act was borderline insanity; the curtain came up to reveal an enormous steel cage sphere and a motorcyclist came onto the stage. He entered the cage and began by doing loops around its equator before doing full loops from top to bottom—meaning that he was upside down at one point—all the while honking a horn. This would seem like an appropriate ending point at home—if this act is even permissible in the States, but a second bike came out and entered the cage. They began to do the same thing, except this time when they came screaming towards the bottom there was the possibility of a collision. A third, and then a fourth biker entered the cage, by which point we were waiting for some sort of fatal accident. They were all
criss-crossing and looping and it is extremely impressive that no accidents occurred. Then a fifth biker arrived. Up until this point every time a new biker joined the group they all stopped at the bottom and started up again. However, this guy just sat and waited for a moment at the bottom while the other four looped around and then joined the madness. This part of the act was rather short-lived—and not because somebody died. After all five bikes went around the cage together a few times they began to exit while the others kept doing loops. Once they had all exited the crowd gave a collective sigh and applauded. Apparently, six bikers is about the norm—it used to be as high as eight, but there was a fatal accident in the recent past so they lowered the number of madmen doing loops on motorcycles in a steel cage. Oh, China.
Thursday
This morning we got up a little earlier so that we could drive out of Shanghai to the town of
Zhouzhuang. It is a small canal town about 70 kilometers north of Shanghai. Thanks to the traffic, which seems rather ubiquitous in Shanghai, it took us about two hours to make the trip. The town was comprised of small alleys lined with shops and restaurants; the restaurants all had tanks with fish, turtles, crabs, crayfish, and eel…so you know you would be eating only the freshest of meats. Walking along the canals and crossing small stone bridges was only made better by the fact that the sun came out and the
forecasted rain did not appear. We stuck with one of our professors, who specializes in Chinese history, so that we could hear anecdotes along the way.
From
Zhouzhuang we went to Suzhou. We first went to a silk factory; it is one of four provinces in China that manufacture silk. We got to see how their take the silk cocoons from silk worms and unravel them (on average about one kilometer in length) to make silk products. We learned that it takes 500 cocoons to make a single necktie and nearly 2,000 to make a shirt.
After the silk factory we went to two different gardens. For several hundred years, spanning several dynasties, Suzhou was the wealthiest area in all of China and paid the highest taxes thanks to its silk, rice, and tea business. At one point there were 80 gardens in the city, but now only 15 or so are open to the public. Both had large rock formations and lakes and paths winding through bamboo forests. When no garden employees were watching I climbed up some of the rock formations and did a handstand in a circular doorway. Our professors seem keen to encourage any form of behavior that does not result in too catastrophic a consequence, so they enjoy our antics. The first garden was one of the smallest in the city—0.5 square kilometers; the second was the largest—5.3 square kilometers. As we walked around the second garden the sun began to set, which was very pretty. I am glad that we have gone to these gardens and temples—the apparent lack of older China in Shanghai had been one of the major reasons I was not as fond of it this summer as the other cities.
Friday
Today we had the entire day to ourselves to explore the city. I got to sleep in—until 8:45. After breakfast a few of us ventured out to an indoor market similar to the Silk Alley in Beijing. Along the way we encountered a most displeasing and upsetting sight. We were passing what appeared to be a butcher and saw the back legs of some animal hanging on a rack. At first glance it was unclear as to what creature these legs belonged to, but upon looking at the feet we immediately realized that they were dog. If this was not bad enough, a mad biked past us with a leg of dog sitting in the basket on his handlebars. Sad day.
The market was not as bright or welcoming as its Beijing counterpart. Most of the shopkeepers were far from amicable and I managed to get into a verbal altercation with one of them because we disagreed over prices and the quality of his goods. Names were exchanged, his temper rose, and I decided it was best to leave before things got too ridiculous (I should note that I love getting into arguments with shopkeepers). After wandering around for a while we decided to venture back into the cold and get on the subway towards
Pudong—part of the city on the other side of the
Bund. This area of the city has the tallest buildings in Shanghai, including the Oriental Pearl Tower, a space needle-like structure with two observation decks. An even taller building looks somewhat like an enormous bottle opener. One or our professors told us that rather than paying an expensive entrance fee for observation decks, we could simply go up to the lobby of a very ritzy hotel in said bottle opener building and look around for free. A friend of mine and I rode an elevator up to the 87
th floor (our ears popped on the way up) and hung out in the lobby for a bit while having a commanding view of the entire city. We tried to sneak further up towards the top by pretending to be guests at the hotel, but we were thwarted by clever security measures—the need for a room card to ride elevators to the guest room floors. We decided to make our exit before the staff became too curious—I had to fabricate some nonsense story about how I
didn’t have my room key because I had stayed in a friend’s room last night but
didn’t remember the room number nor his Chinese name—so we rode the elevator back down, which included another popping of the ears. Once we were out of the building and back in the cold we walked along the waterfront for a bit before getting back on the subway and heading back towards the hotel.
Saturday
We left Shanghai this morning. Since we love adventure and having to deal with nonsense, our bus’ clutch decided to go on the fritz about 10 minutes after we left the hotel on the way to the airport. We were trying to go up a (very) small hill and slowed to a stop and the proceeded to roll backwards down to the bottom, where we sat for about half an hour. We were supposed to wait for another bus to come to our rescue, but after waiting for a while our driver decided that the clutch’s ailment was only temporary so we jerked our way up the hill and out to the airport.
Once we arrived at the airport and got through security we were informed that, for fear of straying from the norm, our flight was delayed due to mechanical problems. After waiting for a couple of hours we finally boarded and flew back to Beijing, which is beginning to feel like home—too bad we only have about 10 days left. Now we're back in Beijing. The problem we now face is trying to find food...everyone goes home for the New Year (26th), so nearly every restaurant is closed. We fundamentally refuse to eat at McDonald's, so we'll see what we end up doing.