After sleeping in and slowly getting ready, we headed back to Manifesto for brunch.
Fuck was it good.
That was until the manager gave us a treat - complimentary bloody Marys.
I was feeling fabulous until I had sip of that fuckiing drink. And then I wanted to die.
After a couple of trips to the ladies room (thank god they weren't squatters), we went to a stinky street market.
Haggling had gotten a bit tiresome at this point, so my bargains weren't over-the-top, but still so cheap.
After the shopping, Jarod demanded we go to the Sex Museum.
So we did.
It was definitely interesting and all the signs were bi-lingual, so we didn't get a dildo confused with butt plugs - phew!.
Still pooped, we headed back to the hotel to prep for our trip home.
Showing posts with label Shanghai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shanghai. Show all posts
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
My hat for your pants
The past several times I have gone out with Jarod and Steve, Jarod has been the one getting 'fall-out-of-the-cab' drunk. Literally.
So, I was kinda expecting the same when we were in China.
I was kinda wrong.
We left the hotel and had difficulties finding out nightspot of choice.
Finally we got there, paid $20 to get in and prepared to watch Jarod go. It just so happens though, that I was the one to be 'that-girl'.
Why, you ask? Well, I was drinking gin & tonics all night, and to my surprise, they were free-pours, equalling about 4 oz of booze (according to Jarod).
Oye.
The music was great, the view was stellar and the boys were cute. So the drinks kept on coming. And coming. And coming.
Which explains why I was the way I was.
Steve had never seen me that messy, Jarod had never remembered me that messy and needless to say, I had a fucking blast.
So, I was kinda expecting the same when we were in China.
I was kinda wrong.
We left the hotel and had difficulties finding out nightspot of choice.
Finally we got there, paid $20 to get in and prepared to watch Jarod go. It just so happens though, that I was the one to be 'that-girl'.
Why, you ask? Well, I was drinking gin & tonics all night, and to my surprise, they were free-pours, equalling about 4 oz of booze (according to Jarod).
Oye.
The music was great, the view was stellar and the boys were cute. So the drinks kept on coming. And coming. And coming.
Which explains why I was the way I was.
Steve had never seen me that messy, Jarod had never remembered me that messy and needless to say, I had a fucking blast.
Friday, December 19, 2008
You can't beat beer and shopping
We woke up the next morning to the sound of Steve saying "I am finding something to wear even if that is all we do."
Our itinerary was set.
So off we went to the French Concession. I find it so odd that Shanghai considers itself the Paris of the East and that the French had a presence here so long ago - just odd.
We bought a couple of cheap beers and started shopping.
After shopping for a little bit,l I had found a couple of things, Steve found a jacket and Jarod had just found bitterness. Typical.
One of the tour books we had mentioned a Propaganda Museum that was worth checking out. So we postponed the shopping and headed down to the museum.
This was so cool - these posters ran the gamut of messages, from stuff about steel to stuff about America. I thought the ones talking about American imperialism and race issues in the US were definitely the most interesting.
After the museum, we went back for some more shopping, but again, not without a beer in hand.
How lovely life is when you can shop with beer.
Also, I have to say how much I love shopping with/for boys. I got such joy out of playing stylist for Jarod and Steve and making those shopgirls WORK.
After shopping, we headed to a Lonely Planet-recommended lounge.
Manifesto was so good - the waiters were cute ex-pats who gave us some hints on where to go that night
After that, we headed back to the hotel to prep for our first night out in China.
YAY!
Our itinerary was set.
So off we went to the French Concession. I find it so odd that Shanghai considers itself the Paris of the East and that the French had a presence here so long ago - just odd.
We bought a couple of cheap beers and started shopping.
After shopping for a little bit,l I had found a couple of things, Steve found a jacket and Jarod had just found bitterness. Typical.
One of the tour books we had mentioned a Propaganda Museum that was worth checking out. So we postponed the shopping and headed down to the museum.
This was so cool - these posters ran the gamut of messages, from stuff about steel to stuff about America. I thought the ones talking about American imperialism and race issues in the US were definitely the most interesting.
After the museum, we went back for some more shopping, but again, not without a beer in hand.
How lovely life is when you can shop with beer.
Also, I have to say how much I love shopping with/for boys. I got such joy out of playing stylist for Jarod and Steve and making those shopgirls WORK.
After shopping, we headed to a Lonely Planet-recommended lounge.
Manifesto was so good - the waiters were cute ex-pats who gave us some hints on where to go that night
After that, we headed back to the hotel to prep for our first night out in China.
YAY!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Shanghai surprise
When we arrived at our hotel in Shanghai, we were, well ... a little surprised.
Our hotel in Beijing was very nice and in an amazing location.
This one was nice, but out of the way and surrounded by what is considered slums by Western standards. Like, I am talking derelict buildings, poverty, you know, what you visualize when you think of slums. Ok, maybe not TOTAL slums, but definitely slum-ish.
We are troopers though and started out tour of this city of 20 million! Can you imagine, 20 million other people to deal with?
Before we got to Shanghai, Jarod had described it as 'the last line of defense against alien invasion' - and he was right. I hate it when that happens.
The buildings here are straight out of the future. They are big, imposing and a little audacious. I am convinced the city planners just old a bunch of architecture students carte blanche.
Some of the buildings worked for me (Shanghai World Financial Centre) and others didn't (Oriental Pearl TV Tower). I don't know, I think new buildings are neat, they do things with architecture now that would be unimaginable, but the old stuff impresses me a lot more. Does that make sense?
Anyways, we checked out the Bund, and searched (and I mean searched) for a ferry to take us across the river. We had some guy wanting to charge us $15 each, but just said "You have to follow me" - um, no thanks.
Finally, we found the $1 ferry, and crossed the river to the Pudong, walked around for a bit and went for expensive drinks on the 87th floor of the Jin Mao Tower.
The view was sick - hello, 87th floor! - I think Steve squealed when we got up there. Getting up there was interesting in itself, the Hyatt only starts on the 54th floor and looking down is enough to cause some serious vertigo.
After the $20 drinks and the overpriced appetizers, it was off to bed. We aren't young anymore.
Our hotel in Beijing was very nice and in an amazing location.
This one was nice, but out of the way and surrounded by what is considered slums by Western standards. Like, I am talking derelict buildings, poverty, you know, what you visualize when you think of slums. Ok, maybe not TOTAL slums, but definitely slum-ish.
We are troopers though and started out tour of this city of 20 million! Can you imagine, 20 million other people to deal with?
Before we got to Shanghai, Jarod had described it as 'the last line of defense against alien invasion' - and he was right. I hate it when that happens.
The buildings here are straight out of the future. They are big, imposing and a little audacious. I am convinced the city planners just old a bunch of architecture students carte blanche.
Some of the buildings worked for me (Shanghai World Financial Centre) and others didn't (Oriental Pearl TV Tower). I don't know, I think new buildings are neat, they do things with architecture now that would be unimaginable, but the old stuff impresses me a lot more. Does that make sense?
Anyways, we checked out the Bund, and searched (and I mean searched) for a ferry to take us across the river. We had some guy wanting to charge us $15 each, but just said "You have to follow me" - um, no thanks.
Finally, we found the $1 ferry, and crossed the river to the Pudong, walked around for a bit and went for expensive drinks on the 87th floor of the Jin Mao Tower.
The view was sick - hello, 87th floor! - I think Steve squealed when we got up there. Getting up there was interesting in itself, the Hyatt only starts on the 54th floor and looking down is enough to cause some serious vertigo.
After the $20 drinks and the overpriced appetizers, it was off to bed. We aren't young anymore.
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