Geoff's Shanghai perspective

Sun 15^th June

Well done Wendy for persuading me to go to Shanghai.  I wasn’t in the mood for a hot sweaty Asian City which was chocka with people and noise.  Well as it turns out, Shanghai is moderately hot and sweaty, but nothing like, say, Kuching or Hanoi in mid-summer.  And maybe because we arrived on the weekend, the centre of town has quite a lot of people, but nothing outrageous – I’ll get a better idea on the normal state of affairs tomorrow at 8 a.m I guess.  Sure, the place is smoggy, but the people on the whole seem very positive and smiley.  The stream of them heading down Nanjing Rd to the riverfront (the Bund) at 8 p.m. last night was pretty amazing – I’m not sure what the heck they go there for, but presumably it’s to feel the wind in their face and look at the pretty amazing building façade lights.  And I think the architecture is great. 

So much stuff that is unusual shapes and NOT some crappy curtain wall glass.  It really is as thought the folk here said “So you reckon for an extra 50 % you can do something really cool?  I’ll pay for that.  Do it!”  In comparison, much of the commercial architecture in ChCh in the last 50 years looks to have been done for an owner who kept saying “Can’t we get the cost down another 5 %”.

We went for a long (1 ½ hr) walk down to and along the Bund to go on our free cruise trip (all part of the fairly expensive Big Bus Trip around town - $40 each for 24 hrs all you can ride on the open air double decker).  But we’d been told the wrong place to go, and although we tried hard we never found the right starting place and missed the boat trip.  Actually we didn’t feel too aggrieved because the view of the building lights from the banks was probably about as good as the view from the river.  We made the most of the rest of our Big Bus ticket today by going on all three routes, and also taking the sound and light show on a trip on a small cable car which goes under the main river.  This was described as:

“China’s first cross-river pedestrian sight-seeing tunnel.  The tunnel wall has ever- changing exotic colours created by high- tech means, on which the yellow starfish pink flowers, geometric patterns of various shapes, a variety of vibrant lives on Earth making people get lost in Wild and fanciful thoughts.  The sound system is combined with the immediate landscape changes, engendering an immersive shock.  The Tunnel becomes .....  the underground rainbow connecting beautiful views on both side of Huangpu River”

Well talk it up guys, because the reality is pretty pathetic.  Lights flash and voices tell you about exploding rocks and the ages that have passed and the … well actually I couldn’t hear most of it.  What really happens is that you are dragged in a small cable car for 2 mins in a tunnel under the river.  I’d be seriously pissed if I’d paid the $10 per person 1-way ticket, as opposed to it being part of my tour bus ticket, the pain of whose purchase had long gone.

It was quite hot yesterday (Sat) – in fact a four beer day as it turned out.  Unfortunately most of the brews here seem disgustingly sweet and I didn’t even really enjoy them – in fact I left behind half of the “dark wheat beer”.  It was also around $8-9 per bottle, and a coffee at Starbucks is around $6, so the price for the tourists and well-to-do on the flash streets is at least on a par with ChCh, if not worse.  However, today we walked down the backstreet from the hotel (fantastic choice of hotel by Wend needs to be acknowledged) and had pork dumplings (8 for $1.50) and local beer ($2 for 500 ml), which just proves what we all know - If you walk in the attractive places which are full of tourists, then you pay tourist prices; if you go 100m away you are back to prices that the locals can afford.  That local beer (Tsingtao) was also really nice – in  fact with Wendy drinking the odd glass the 500 ml disappeared just as I was starting to get into the swing of things.

Today we woke at 6:00 and were out walking in the local park at 7:15 watching all the locals doing their tai chi etc.  What fascinates me is they are all out doing their individual weirdo health stuff (the folk with the long plastic sleeves over the top of their ordinary shirt sleeves but hanging 10 cm past their hands; the bloke walking rapidly backwards; the bloke doing the cool smooth walk wearing his suave clothes and white gloves) and completely ignoring (or at least appearing to ignore) what anyone else might think of them.

 I think it must be the only way to survive in a crowded space – ignore what everyone else might think of you.  Elsewhere in the park there were dozens and dozens of small birdcages with their occupants whistling away, and their owners chatting to each other.  [As an aside that is something else which we think seems really great – the way in which there are so many folk on the streets chatting to each other – so much of a community somehow.  Possibly a typical rose-tinted spectacle tourist’s view, but it does seem a very positive place]. 

The traffic is also great.  It seems that bikes, including motor bikes – are entitled to ignore the lights provided they do treat them as the equivalent of a Give-Way-to-the-traffic-which-is-on-green.  And pedestrians and other traffic basically seem very tolerant of each other's idiocy, as opposed to the up-tight Kiwi driver who when he or she has the right of way gets seriously pissed off if someone infringes on it.  Oh, and at least half the push bikes and motor bikes are battery driven.  I’ve noticed with the pedal bikes that there is not much of the “pedal assist” going on.  Mostly the attitude seems to be “Why would I pedal when I have a perfectly reliable twist grip throttle?”

Post-park stroll we walked 100 m down the road and had breakfast in a non-chain coffee shop, but the coffee was “Americano” crap and the breakfast we chose was effectively a filled roll – which was OK but not exciting.  We watched the last 24 hrs world cup highlights while we breakfasted – but couldn’t figure out who to cheer for because the screen showed names and scores in Chinese characters, and several teams seem to be in variations of blue and other in variations on white.  I did see god Rooney at one stage as he set up a great goal, but aside from that all I could do was enjoy the skills.

After breakfast we walked briskly for 20 mins to our tour bus stop – and somehow I got disorientated by 90 degrees for a while.  But then it was on with the programme.  Quite pleasant to just sit rather than walk – and this gave our incipient (well full-fledged for one of Wendy’s) blisters a rest.  

After a long bus ride we got back to the start point and then had a wander around some shops.  I got a bit worried when Wendy went for a pee and took more than 15 minutes to get back – apparently she went up another floor for a quick look and then couldn’t find her way down again.  We had a Haagen Daaz icecream at an outrageous price, but worth it because it was so nice, and then went to the Museum of City planning and I think for the first time was able to present some ID and get in at half price as an “Aged Person”.

Monday 16^th June

We got up at 7:00 and checked the crowds in rush hour (they were absent – at least on the main street where we were drinking coffee ) and at 8:30 got a taxi out to the airport for less than half the price of the one in – but I have to admit the quality was not the same.  I’d have greatly preferred the subway and Mag-lev train, but Wendy has explained elsewhere the problem with over-packing, although she over-states the difference in weight (it was only 5kg).  I refuse to sign on to this idea of taking the family 700 gm of liquorice allsorts, 600 gm of chocolate biscuits, 750gm of honey and the same of marmite, and 1kg of cosmetics etc. etc.  I’m quite convinced that if I agreed to take, say, 3 kg of these goodies (which no doubt the kids love getting), it wouldn’t make Wendy’s bag lighter.  She’d just buy 3 kg more!

In order to avoid travel stress we were checked in and through customs 2.5 hours before the flight left.  The KLM plane was considerably more welcoming than Air NZ, which have been a rather depressing experience on our first leg.  The Air NZ plane was tired (seat head rests which didn’t stay up, handsets with the colours and symbols worn off them and an entertainment system which was technologically several years behind SAS), the food was very ordinary with a strong Asian bent, and the staff were rather dour Asian rather than the smiling kiwis serving lamb chops which is my last memory of Air NZ.  It is clear that Air NZ is not taking Kiwis to China and beyond; it is taking Chinese to NZ and back and has pitched its services accordingly.  In contrast the KLM handsets looked new, the seats worked and were more comfortable, and the hostesses had big Dutch smiles!

And so we departed Shanghai for Amsterdam.  Ten minutes after take-off we were advised that for €180 each we could upgrade to premium economy.  We thought about it seriously, but just couldn’t quite bring ourselves to spend $550 to be more comfortable for 10 hours.  I’m not sure how wealthy we’d have to be to routinely go business class – but it’s obviously quite a bit wealthier than we are now!