Saturday, 29 October 2011
Bicycles and Horns
There's no doubt about it. Shanghai is an amazing city.
Once you get used to the frantic traffic, beeping horns and throngs of people, this place really does have lots to offer.
The city has a static population of 21,000 with another 10,000 floaters so with these numbers, the only way is up! Everywhere you look, there are tower blocks after tower blocks.
A view from the Bund and you see the modern Shanghai with the names of famous world banks lit up for all to see. At one stage, a third of the world's cranes were located here.
In the last ten years, the city has grown out of all proportion and, just by looking around, you see that the vast majority of people lead a very modern lifestyle.
Just Close Your Eyes and Go!
Well, that's it! My first week in China is nearly over. As the wheels of the Virgin Atlantic plane finally touched down on the tarmac at Pudong Airport, my childhood ambition of setting off around the world had finally come true.
A little apprehensive of the Chinese Customs at first but these were negotiated with ease. 'What more could go wrong I thought to myself?'
I breezed in to the Arrivals Hall and, after a short search, there was the driver who would take me to the hotel. Well, that's what I thought! I gestured to the name Jackson (in amongst four other names) and pointed to myself. I then went on to explain that I needed to print my voucher but he just smiled and handed me his mobile. I spoke to the person on the other end of the line but still no real mutual understanding. I made my way to the business desk and asked to print my voucher - no problems there. I emerged from a little office to find my driver had gone so I paced up and down the welcoming party of taxi drivers once again in the hope of finding my smiling friend. No such luck. I was then approached by an Airport Guide who kindly rang the taxi firm I was using and within minutes there stood my taxi driver. All's well I hear you say but this was a different guy. Two people by the name of Jackson arriving at Pudong Airport at the same time on the same day? Never!
Anyway, after a split second of decision making (yes, I'm getting quicker at making these life-changing decisions), I opted for taxi driver number two. He spoke good English and welcomed me to Shanghai as he led me to an old, clapped out Ford. The man who had greeted me was simply the guide as there was a younger gentleman who carried out the driving. As we pulled on to the motorway, he simply said, 'We don't obey any rules of the road in Shanghai.' 'OK,' I thought, I've faced worse but then he turned to face me once again and began to explain the meaning of the word Shanghai.
'Shanghai, in Chinese means city above the ocean.'
'Lovely,' I thought to myself.
He then went on to add, 'In English, we have a different name. It means KIDNAP.'
'Oh shit, I should have taken the other Taxi,' went through my mind at a million miles an hour.
We negotiated the Sunday Shanghai traffic and finally arrived at the hotel with the driver giving me two final pieces of advice.
1. Don't drink the tap water
2. When crossing the road, just shut your eyes and go!
A little apprehensive of the Chinese Customs at first but these were negotiated with ease. 'What more could go wrong I thought to myself?'
I breezed in to the Arrivals Hall and, after a short search, there was the driver who would take me to the hotel. Well, that's what I thought! I gestured to the name Jackson (in amongst four other names) and pointed to myself. I then went on to explain that I needed to print my voucher but he just smiled and handed me his mobile. I spoke to the person on the other end of the line but still no real mutual understanding. I made my way to the business desk and asked to print my voucher - no problems there. I emerged from a little office to find my driver had gone so I paced up and down the welcoming party of taxi drivers once again in the hope of finding my smiling friend. No such luck. I was then approached by an Airport Guide who kindly rang the taxi firm I was using and within minutes there stood my taxi driver. All's well I hear you say but this was a different guy. Two people by the name of Jackson arriving at Pudong Airport at the same time on the same day? Never!
Anyway, after a split second of decision making (yes, I'm getting quicker at making these life-changing decisions), I opted for taxi driver number two. He spoke good English and welcomed me to Shanghai as he led me to an old, clapped out Ford. The man who had greeted me was simply the guide as there was a younger gentleman who carried out the driving. As we pulled on to the motorway, he simply said, 'We don't obey any rules of the road in Shanghai.' 'OK,' I thought, I've faced worse but then he turned to face me once again and began to explain the meaning of the word Shanghai.
'Shanghai, in Chinese means city above the ocean.'
'Lovely,' I thought to myself.
He then went on to add, 'In English, we have a different name. It means KIDNAP.'
'Oh shit, I should have taken the other Taxi,' went through my mind at a million miles an hour.
We negotiated the Sunday Shanghai traffic and finally arrived at the hotel with the driver giving me two final pieces of advice.
1. Don't drink the tap water
2. When crossing the road, just shut your eyes and go!
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
11 DAYS TO BLAST OFF!
There's a saying in Wales which reads, 'The Best Welshman is a Welshman Away from Home' so I have finally decided to see if it's true.
From my small home town in West Wales, I will travel to China, New Zealand, Fiji and the United States and that's just to start.
From my small home town in West Wales, I will travel to China, New Zealand, Fiji and the United States and that's just to start.
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