Xujiahui
Well, I've obviously figured out how to upload pictures onto the blog, though it's a little more difficult than it should be (I'll spare you the details). Alas, I am doing it for you, dear reader, so that you can visualize better the land I have found myself in for the next few months.
Apologies for the less than stellar quality of the pictures. The air here is very moist and frequently hazy... Hence the haziness of the pictures. That's the story I'm sticking to. It's the air.
The two pictures show what I see if I step out of my apartment. I'm living right beside an extremely busy shopping district in the south west of Shanghai called Xujiahui. The globe on the second picture is a movie theatre, and the rest of the buildings are malls, restaurants and other locations specifially designed for me to spend my money. I've decided to await exploring this area in detail until I have my bank cards back, but it certainly is a very crowded, noisy area.
Fortunately, if I turn to the right in the first picture, there's a park (picture to come soon), so I'm not quite surrounded by cement, metal, glass and lights as the pictures imply.
I'd like to take back a comment I made in an earlier post - when I said that it's surprisingly quiet here. Though the statement isn't exactly wrong, it does give the impression that Shanghai, and more specifically where I'm living, is actually quiet. This is not the case... It's
quieter than I had thought it would be. Not actually quiet at all, though. There's plenty of traffic noise, including honking, construction sounds, and a general hum to the city. But (as my previous post says), there's a bit less honking than an equivalent area in Sri Lanka or India (based on my brief experiences in those respective countries). So yes, it's noisy. But not super duper crazy noisy. Bearly bearable.
Anyway, things are coming around for me. I now have an emergency Visa card, so I can go into debt with abandon if I want to. My other cards are on the way so soon I can begin taking advantage of the rampant capitalism in this city. And boy can you buy stuff here! Everything. I mean everything (except for maybe a spaceship, or my own personal planet) can be purchased here. I should have arrived naked with an empty bag, instead of lugging all my cool stylish clothes with me. But then again, I like my cool stylish clothes, and if I had arrived here naked the wallet stealing incident would have been that much more serious...
Well, that's it for now. I have to get back to work because that's really the reason I'm here. Until next time!
Well, I've obviously figured out how to upload pictures onto the blog, though it's a little more difficult than it should be (I'll spare you the details). Alas, I am doing it for you, dear reader, so that you can visualize better the land I have found myself in for the next few months.
Apologies for the less than stellar quality of the pictures. The air here is very moist and frequently hazy... Hence the haziness of the pictures. That's the story I'm sticking to. It's the air.
The two pictures show what I see if I step out of my apartment. I'm living right beside an extremely busy shopping district in the south west of Shanghai called Xujiahui. The globe on the second picture is a movie theatre, and the rest of the buildings are malls, restaurants and other locations specifially designed for me to spend my money. I've decided to await exploring this area in detail until I have my bank cards back, but it certainly is a very crowded, noisy area.
Fortunately, if I turn to the right in the first picture, there's a park (picture to come soon), so I'm not quite surrounded by cement, metal, glass and lights as the pictures imply.
I'd like to take back a comment I made in an earlier post - when I said that it's surprisingly quiet here. Though the statement isn't exactly wrong, it does give the impression that Shanghai, and more specifically where I'm living, is actually quiet. This is not the case... It's
quieter than I had thought it would be. Not actually quiet at all, though. There's plenty of traffic noise, including honking, construction sounds, and a general hum to the city. But (as my previous post says), there's a bit less honking than an equivalent area in Sri Lanka or India (based on my brief experiences in those respective countries). So yes, it's noisy. But not super duper crazy noisy. Bearly bearable.
Anyway, things are coming around for me. I now have an emergency Visa card, so I can go into debt with abandon if I want to. My other cards are on the way so soon I can begin taking advantage of the rampant capitalism in this city. And boy can you buy stuff here! Everything. I mean everything (except for maybe a spaceship, or my own personal planet) can be purchased here. I should have arrived naked with an empty bag, instead of lugging all my cool stylish clothes with me. But then again, I like my cool stylish clothes, and if I had arrived here naked the wallet stealing incident would have been that much more serious...
Well, that's it for now. I have to get back to work because that's really the reason I'm here. Until next time!
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