Weekend plans are set, and even if the two major activities get rescheduled, they somehow seem to fit nicely together, time-wise. I do have a lack of gifts for nephews and nieces, and I’m too short of ideas now. Last visit at Carrefour (big French-owned [or so I think) grocery chain) earlier was partly confusing, as I’m not very fond, or used to, bringing pasalubong for other people.
If I had an appreciative and creative set of acquaintances back home, I’d take photos of things I’d wanted to give them, but being cash-strapped, I’d just print the image, make a postcard out of it, and tell them its a travel-based concept-art project I’m working on.
The flight home involves a stop-over at Hong Kong, well-known shopping mecca, and where everyone I asked about buying cameras said it would be much cheaper to get photography gear there. The lowdown: I’ve no money to spare what would constitute as shopping.
See, Shanghai is my first time abroad, hence, my first time on a plane, too. Insert memory clip: my grade-school ambition? To be an Aerospace Engineer. Too bad I now have the occasional fear of heights.
I came, I saw, and I would’ve shat in my pants if I took breakfast that morning. The Beijing story will be told soon.
Farewell, Shanghai, and all the people who were able put up with me.