Following my considerably lengthy and frenzied wayfaring through La Land de la Thai, I really needed a kick in the box to drag me out of the tropic lull.
A wound up, fully charged, roundhouse kick — square in the box.
“Ask and you shall receive,” The Universe did once nobly cry.
Enter Shanghai, my heart’s (travel) desires available for my viewing.
“What’s so great about it?” You ask in your usual haughty tone (I’ve grown used to it.)
I answer: It’s the place that dreams are made of for the classic city girl.
Concerning appearances, I give it an A+! A little bit of modern, a little bit of European and a little bit of Chinese architecture all in wrapped up gift box; seducing you with it’s ultra East meets West flavor.
Oh, and…
It improves on one’s fine fancy after the sun goes down. The whole city becomes a colorful, blinking, neon lightbulb.
Take a gander above at Nanjin Street (the famous walk and shop lane) and then tell me you don’t get feels. I know I do!
And I just can’t get enough!
…Of the feels.
My only beef is slow interwebs. What’s the deal? I wanna Facebook and waste precious moments in the only life I’ve been granted. Is that so wrong?
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Ok, so here’s the rundown of my Shanghai activities, so far:
Day One: Bus Tour/Boat Tour and moseying down Nanjin Road.
Day Two: The Jade Buddha Temple and revisiting Nanjin Road.
Day Three: Zhujiajiao (Ancient Water Village — Major story on that one; more on that later.)
Pause.
This time around, I caved and got on a tour bus to explore.
With only 5 days, I’d like to make the most of it.
Clever if not too clever, I say.
The tour included a free one-hour boat trip along the Huangpu River, overlooking the scenic Bund.
Play. In real time.
Day four: I had a hankering to saunter through time and history.
I settled with a museum.
I had two choices on hand: The Shanghai Museum or The Shanghai History Museum (Spot the difference?)
I selected the latter; I’m a history enthusiast and bronze and ceramic development seems…ermm…less appealing.
Damn, it’s a fine piece of work — an interactive peek into Shanghai’s intriguing historical timeline as shown through life-size dioramas, wax figurines and even a holograms light show.
Bravo, I say! Loved it!
My only suggestion is not to go on Saturday.
Had I known the line for entry was over one gruelling hour long (combined with an irritating and round little boy, slamming into my rear for nearly every minute of it) I might’ve thought twice. Nevertheless, it was totally worth the wait.
Check it out!
And…
How fortunate was I to unexpectedly become a part of the exhibition.
It all started when I took a seat in the designated sitting area — suddenly, approached by camera-holding family. I had presumed they were requesting I shoot a group photo of them. You know, regular stuff.
No, not a group photo of them — she shakes her head — with me.
“With me?”
I’m perplexed (yet flattered); so I oblige to take a pose beside a grinning teenage girl.
They say their “thank yous” and move on. As they exit, another family slides in.
A man sits across from me and points to the lens of a camera, pointed directly at me. We pose — then rotate through his entire family until we’ve each had a photo together.
Then the crowd pours in.
Before long, I’m the centrepiece of a Photo-op session with a small crowd is queuing; waiting for their turn. And it’s the weirdest thing.
Hey, for the record: it always has been and always will remain a small (or rather, large) dream to attain a (reasonable) level of fame [through television or in my creative field].
Some time passes and it’s all a tad overwhelming. Quickly, I scurry away through a small opening in the wall to safely join my furry, mouse friends.
Ok that’s only half true — without the mousey bit.
But here’s my confession: I kind of liked the whole thing.
For a moment there, I was like:
“I’m a starrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
…You think I’m a total douche now, don’t you? Well,myou may not be that far off.
But it matters not because it’s who I is.
I’m going back to Korea soon — excited to reunite with my best pals! I may have a few more stories to squeeze in. But definitely won’t be plugging them out as frequently.
In a few days, I’ll conclude the whole shebang: from the learning experiences to the scale of soul healing.
But this has been one hell of a trip. Traveling — can’t stop, won’t stop.
Bye for now. Kisses from Shanghai,
Mary T