Heaven for guys in China

Hey boys, have you ever imagine being king of a Harem? Can you imagine what it is like? A different girl every night of your choosing no repeating and always amusing.

What would you do if you can go to any event for about 100RMB, got yourself two free drinks and a buffet, served by waiters, and have girls of all colors paraded for you picking.

They are all there for you, like a ripe grape on the vine, juicy and delicious. The good part no date, no fuss, no extra spending on wines included. It could get hefty. No dinner out, no anxiety, and always in lucky for that evening. It is all yours. Will you be out every night, hoping from party to parties?

The girls are all young and beautiful woman. Dress to the best designer clothes. Nothing like what you saw in the horrible TV show about mail order bride. They all speak English well and in some cases, if they are not students, they have a good job. They are not mail order, and they never ask to be a bride more savings for you.

Is it Atlantis, or is it really Heaven on earth for most of you? A dream come true for the hot blood young and strong, even old and tire? You know your bracket. No need to talk about numbers.

Where is this place you area talking about? Not Middle East of course. You will be expected to pay for their very expensive taste there. No Russia, they are expensive there, so where is it?

These women do not ask for expensive dinner but only your company, they all belongs to your make believe harem remember? You own them, because you pay your 100RMB to attend the party and get free food along the way. Mr. “C”.

You can pick them or they might just pick you out of a crowd, if you like to take them out to a dance club that evening, that is Ok too, otherwise you can get a calling card for a more private meetings.

Macho American need not worry, you have no competitions, most others are Europeans, and the girls can spot the strong one from miles away, like across the club. If you are handsome and young, deep pocket is not included in the equation; they will show you with attention. Is that a dream? Stop pinching yourself, it is all true and stop skipping to the end. You will not find answers there.

Is that enough to go that place? If not how about including a massage, and many more sexy games, I wouldn’t dare mention, because some of you are grandma and Pa. I had my limited. My blog is PG rated.

The place is here and these are my real experience. That is the advantage of being expat, for some reason in China, the girls just think expats are the best ticket they ever had, which is different than in HK, the girls will not go out with expat at all.

Well here, at any given evening or party out, I have never fail to get separate by girls in the middle of the conversation and try to corner you and your friends. The usually work in pairs, they come up shake your hand introduce themselves, and slip right into the sandwich position between you and your friend.

In the beginning we were polite, now that we know the games, we split and left them standing there back to back. They are not bad looking girls, they are just aggressive, I do not know about you, but we gentlemen enjoy the game of the chase like the fox hound that we are after.

Make the long story short, they are not really after your money, but believe me they are after more than what you can give. Like fleas, once they hop on you, it is not that easy to get rid of. They will call you day and night, and even try blackmail you for going out with them, so of those hot blooded boys fall victim over and over again. Because if you are a boy and your hand is already in the candy jar what would you do.

Except caution: They are not easy to get rid of, and they are clever to make you believe they are so in love with you, and you will pay for their apartment, that you are not allow to live in, and they will call you night and day. When they are tire of you, they just told you they never love you. Uhh, that hurts.

If you try to leave them, they accuse you of dishonoring them, and their entire family. You may end up marry one or hotel Siberia.

Is it still heaven on earth? Perhaps still for the brave hearted, I just forgot to tell you that these are all Asian girls, if you like the sexy silk hair, this may be your cup of tea, otherwise stay put. You have a better chance. European girls know their value. You better have deep pocket, I am sure you understand supply and demand.

Therefore you decided if it is heave on earth or hell in the making.  Happy hunting.

Chance Encounter Shanghai.

Somthing about Italy

Does anyone hate Italy? Silly question perhaps, and that is just my point.  I am always happy while I visited, doesn’t matter what the season or weather. Doesn’t matter if I am alone or with friends, business or pleasure, I love it all. What is the magic?

Italy in many ways not particularly rich countries in the sense of ritzy scenes and money, but I am happy just sit in the local Cafés sip a cup of espresso, enjoying wine with friend on the curb side, the feeling were always the same.

Then it was the food and their wine and cheese and salad and my beloved olive oil, hummmm, I am hungry just thinking about it. But we got all that anywhere, even in Shanghai. It is just not the same. Can’t be duplicated.

Every morning, I get up and run to the restaurant and fill my plate with cheeses, eggs, and sausages. That is before I went back for fruits. As you all know I love cheese but in China, the selection is very limited. With the habits how I buy cheese. I will spend my paycheck for it. With price aside. It was the limited selection that is frustrating. If I act more like Chinese, then I will not have that worry.

Then it was the wine and the language. Every word is poetry in the Italian language, every bottle is great plus the prices were reasonable. Particularly at this time of the year, Chardonnays (My choice) are all fresh and crisp and any vino russo were rich and smooth.

Majority of the time in Italy, I never bother to be fuzzy, just ordering table wine or house bottle, similarly in Shanghai, that is because majority of the restaurants had only limited selections. Unless I am dinning for the evening in Italy, particularly when my wealthy friends are picking up the tab, then baby you are in for the treat of your life. Ha ha. On the other hand try ordering table wine in little Italy, NY, the taste will send you spitting it out faster than you can swallow it.

The fun of traveling sometimes is the surprises. I was taught something new on my recent trip. My Italian colleagues introduced me to a fresh fish bar. I was not sure if that is an Italian tradition, or something new, but like everything else, Italian made it their own. When my colleagues invited me to go to a raw fish bar in Milan, I though they meant going for Sushi, little did I know we went to a place that look like the seafood department in a grocery store in the US, except the fish were so fresh, they were not even displayed on a bed of ice. The place is beautiful and very Euro chic.

After you order what you like, they prepare it into thin slices or chunks, then sauté it with olive oil and a little vignette, and of course what every secret ingredients they put in, it is a slide of heaven for your taste bud. Order a glass of sauvignon Blanc on the side. Heaven just landed on earth. The cost is less than McDonalds, sorry, had to bring you back to earth some how. Sorry about that. I will be back there again ate my heart out in two weeks. Just can’t stay away.

I had been introduced to some fried dough in Milan before. It was very unique too. These are kind of Tuscany country food, you do not get it in the US. You order what every the filling you like, it could be sauce, or Cheese or hummus etc. then of course your vino. When the bread came you just spread it and have a great time. I am so fortunate to have friends introduce the sampling. Friends often accused me that I am rather picky on where and what I wanted to eat, that is not an entirely true description of me. If there is anything unique I may try it but there is a limited. If you do not agree with me, I will put your name down for to sample pig blood cake cube, or dug tongue on your next visits.  

The most amazing thing I encounter on my recent trip, top any chart. Can you ever imagine on any given casual Italian meal, pasta is not included? That is the fact. When I ask why, my colleague told me that Italian is on a health kick, everyone is trying to loose weight and cut out pasta.

Please no, tell me this is not correct information. Cutting out pasta is not the answer. On any given happy hour in the bar in big cities, their spread of antipasto is so impressive. I can have a meal there alone before I had my dinner. So figure that out. Is cutting out pasta alone will get you loose weight? You be the judge.

Chance Encounter Milan.

Are the Chinese really materialistic

There were lots of talks about China these days, and most of them are true, while others are not entirely correct, all depends on your own experience.

Many topics involve topics between the have and have not class in China. Just to name a few, the fight between people of Hong Kong and the mainlander over eating in the subway incidents, the protest on Italian retailer on favoritism of mainlander with hard cash, in HK vs. the natives. The stampede on the April release of I-pad end up in closing the stop and stop the sales, to Broadways show about doing business in China in NY. Almost everyday, there were news about China in the broadcast or on the web twitter that goes on and on, some times it get overwhelm. I do not ready them, but my mailbox is no less fill up of links and forwarded articles from friends and family. Now you know who you are…

Most western nations think the Nuevo rich Chinese are hunger for materialistic things, they seems to be not too sophisticated, and buy anything with the label and use and wear them when and whatever they like. There were malls cater specific to their taste (Glamour’s and the junky) all over China. That is certainly true in many aspects. You don’t have to join the party either.

However, their behavior is certainly no different than ours in our own culture in the US. In the 70’s when the rest of the country was in recession, and everyone wanted to move south to rich Texas for jobs, they encounter the rich, loud, unsophisticated, cowboy outfitted, big blond, hearty meat eater but cash loaded Texans, we put a label on them as well. Are these Texans unsophisticated? You can stay that just like at that oversize ring and the long fingernail. Yet how can you judge the by only their behavior, it is just the culture of the south. Perhaps you may think the deep tan cosmetic recreated California more sophisticated? Never the less that is entirely yours to decide.

As for the Chinese

Dig a little deeper why this is phenomenon happened
1. For starter, being a one-child society, most of the younger generation in China grew up showered with gifts and attention by their parents. They were pampered according their parents social means. What ever they asked for they usually gets. They bare no responsibilities force upon them, no need to share anything with siblings or extended families.
2. They saw their parents lived a life of changes; from sharing a TV with the village to an open society they can acquire anything with cash. The temptation to own everything is far greater the logic.
3. They also fail to grasps the concept that merchandise changes every season or month. The cycle of purchasing will never end. The rate of pushing new products is much faster pace than in any western society. Therefore they got caught in that circle of continue longing for the latest and the newest.

These are just some of the few factors that contribute to their buying. As for label conscious that is because in Chinese society showing off you have expensive goods means your family is well taking care of. Instead of the kind of show attitude in the western society, therefore the more expensive the label, the more they sell. Anything foreign is consider better quality, and in “most cases” it is true.

As long as China continues her path to prosperity, it does not seem to be a problem. Although the Chinese income, in the average compare to our own were rather low, cost of living is very reasonable. Most of the young and unmarried lives with their parents, therefore there is no apt rental cost, lunch is often left overs, average individuals do not have a car, their entire salary earned is for their own disposal. As ¬¬ saving goes there is no reason to, if they wanted to get marry or perhaps their parent wanted them to. They usually flip the bills. A dream, may be next time around you can select to be born Chinese, in China. : )

Therefore they have disposal income much more than any of us. Their buying powers are amazing, and it is an all cash society. Forget about your credit card. It is not welcome here.

They buy anything, shoes, cloth, watches electronics, games, music etc. Buying make them feel accomplished rather than show off. It makes them feel good. I am not sure if they even know what materialistic means.

They also love to eat. Not like us, going out to have a good meal in a nice place. Although the principles are the same, fill the stomach an find something that tastes great. For them however is more like going to a place to hang out socializing, food is secondly. Think again, they have no one at home to hang out with but their parents. Going to dinner is just an excuse for an escape from the planet of the “Parents”


What about saving for travel to experience the world? That is entirely difference story. I learn from my friends that in China, you have to provide proof that you have a reason to return before a visa will grant; (like having property or married). That is also the case for a foreign entry visa. The country you wanted to visit wanted to make sure you will leave, it is not as simple as get the round trip book a hotel and go. Still wanted to become Chinese? Plus for those that stock your parent in old folks home, there is a disgrace to do that to your parents. They are your responsibility when they get older. It is only fair isn’t it? Who’s been changing your stinky diaper for years? “Nanny”?
Sorry, you are not I, I have one.

This only my own experience, I am sure there are many more. You are welcome to make your own. I may not entirely correct, but it is my observation and lone encounter.

Chance Encounter Shanghai_ Spring

I join the party

Am I becoming Shanghainese?
That is the question.

May be not actually became one, but becoming one?
At least I come to term that I can get everything I need to survive on. May not be the same as back home, but all human had the basic needs and back home we are just a little more picky.

An example for toothpaste and tooth brushes; they have it. It is just basic right? I can get the easily at “7-Eleven”, yes, the Expat survival outpost. You look for “Crest toothpaste, sorry P&G, not here, but there are alternative like “Colgate”. So what is the big deal? The fact it is may look the same price the same, but it is not taste as sweet and fresh as it is back home and it is not so thick either, but it is after all toothpaste.

I also get use to the fact the if you really need something badly, you will spend a little more time and go an extra miles to get it, no need to bend all out of shape, if you can get that tuna in a local grocery store, you can always get it at the expat store, and prepare to get ripe off. Still, watch that blood pressure, before it got so high.

The reason I say that I may be fast becoming local is that on this very morning as I cross the same avenue; yes (It is call Park Avenue, and it does have flowers on the middle of the street). On route to work, as cross many times in the last five months, same routine everyday, say hit to the concierge, and the doorman, say thanks for opening the gate, and they never say hello or acknowledge my existence. Then on to the street corner waiting for the light to turn green, so I can cross, and watch the kamikaze driver run the red light in front the traffic cops. Remember I told you before they are there to regulate you, not traffics. Look and make sure there is no on coming traffic, then cross.

But this morning, it will forever change my life here. The light turn green, and I cross, the buzzing traffic still trying to cross in front of me, I just stood my group and they crash, I close my eye and walk straight thru, and left them on the road just like everyone else does. Wow, that felt great. I am not longer this foreigner, just waiting politely for my turn that using the entire duration of the green light and never have a moment I can actually cross in safety, not in the morning anyway, so if you can’t beat them, join them. Even old ladies cross the road fast than I am. But did it, I do not know why now or why is it this morning, I am not in a rage, am I becoming local, or just a little bold?

My friend told me I should be careful. It is about power play, and sees who get scare first, and give the right of way to the other, supposedly being a little stronger and stand the ground. You know what will happen if two hard head met one day. I may end up getting flatten like as a pancake. He is quite right, but it is just too tempting, for once I had the upper hand, they crashed. (This is where you scream Bravo Eduard).

It is all about power play, I do know what people gain by practicing that, for me they are just annoying, so I am not taking the back seat, or left holding the stick. I did my leap forward this morning.

In China most of the under class are not very well educated, perhaps it is a way they wanted you to know that they are a force to be reckon with, they challenge your courage in every ways, like child play. It happens everywhere, Taxi ride before rush hours. It is more than a thrill. In line at the convenience store I can guarantee, every time some short, tiny Chinese usually girls will in front of you. At he beginning, I usually let them get away with it, lately I just yell at them. Some try to ignore me, and keep on going, other time, people in line behind me will say the same thing to them as well, then they pretend that they do not know there is a line, get real people.

By the way, My friend as me, how is my first birthday like in Asia I told them I don’t know, I was in dapper, hopefully did not wet one at the same time while Mommy is blowing out the candle. If you ask me about my recent birthday here, then there is another story.

My team gave me a huge surprise party, which is really a surprise, because I thought Chinese do not do birthdays.
Never the less, it was three cakes, one from each department. I was actually in a meet, they came in to tell me my boss wanted to see me, and there he was in the conference with everyone there, it was a lot of noisy fun, and lots of candles for an old man.

The whole birthday weekend was like a three days celebrations. I do not know how everyone found out. I am getting tons of email from around the world, most surprising, I even get two real paper cards, one from an old friend in Chicago, the other from my new friend from China. I also received foreign gifts, a Thai dinner, an American style steak dinner, and an authentic French dinner, with the collection of international friends. A visit to the spa top the weekend. Best of all, drinking is optional. I am blessed to have some real friendship in Shanghai. Thanks.

So here is the week

Another week, another thought

Another week in Shanghai burning candles on both end. Working for 12 hours and entertain another 6, and then back to the grinder the next day. If you already tire reading about this, you know how I feel.

Yet there are times this kind of entertainment is unavoidable. For starter, I have a houseguest, together with my other expat friends we decided that we could ignore the downpour to patron one of the more famous Mexican restaurant. Yes, Mexican.

Believe me, I try all day couldn’t get thru the line for reservation. My friend told me not to worry it is a big place, and how wrong was he, even though it is a huge place and a weeknight, and pouring rain on the outside. We were denied entrance for no reservation. A little disappointed on the other hand I am not kin on spending 600-700rmb for Mexican dinner anyway. With my luck we decided to go to another place, and it turn out to be a very decent dinner. An A+ since the dishes tasted nothing out of ordinary. If it is not because all the chefs in the kitchen were Chinese, I will not noticing any difference between Mexican restaurants back home.

Thursday night I went to the only Vodka bar in Shanghai. My first in four month to wander out on a school night, because I had no choice but to entertain one of my new found friend here in the city. The décor is nothing fancy, but the price was. The bar got pack at 11PM, like everywhere else in the world; needless to say, I stayed a little too long, and broke the bank along the way. Does it worth it? I suppose so.

That bought me to the point of my blog this week. A lot of you had been following my adventure since I got here, you also saw the changes on subjects from culture shock, to making fun of the experience, to a little more of my own opinion recently. I am hoping that everyone reading this blog and my encounter with a little humor, and not take it so seriously. After all this is only my personal encounter, your experience may not be the same as mine.

What worry me is that I am starting to get email from friends saying that they have not desire to live or visit china after reading what I encounter. In the contrary, I wanted you to come visit and see for yourself. We cannot always use the standard in US to judge other culture. European cultures are not Eastern culture. You wanted to expand your horizon, go south or East.

I hope I did not paint a negative picture for you on China. A lot of the articles that you read in some odd ways were true, but yet it is far from the experience I had here. Just like most people from Far East we are all over weight pigs, ate steak every night. Most of us wear boots and cowboy hats. Do we?

Yes culture different is expected isn’t that make the world interesting? How would you like it if I fed you just your favorite dish repeatedly, without changes for the rest of your live. In a way we are living in a monoculture, every cities and towns you can find the same thing. We can call it unification of a culture; others may consider it as boring.

In a city like Shanghai, it is actually not really China. Just like visiting Hong Kong is not really visiting the orient, it is just big shopping trip to the mall.

This is just my opinion.

Chance Encounter Shanghai.

A leasson to be learn

This is going to be an interesting topic this week. Let face it we are shop and over shop and some time even impulse buy.

Shoppers beware if you are shopping in China. Think twice and consider hard, look at all the options before you swipe that card, or (cash which is preferred). What you purchase will be forever yours.

There are certainly some exception like (foreign stores), you already pay more than you shop anywhere else with the same item, plus two extra Tax you have to pay for import goods. In that case you may be able to get them to “exchange your item”, but for a refund. Sorry dear, that is almost unheard of, there were no customer service to speak of, just lots of forms, and lots of questions, if you have a free day, with nothing else better to do, you may be successful.

If you wish for a refund from goods you purchase from a local store, your patience will be on trail. The clerk often told you refund is prohibited and not permitted in China and walk away. (Imagine yourself in one of those movies where you were left in a busy shopping mall holding the bag, while the camera pan away for a wider shot, there were hundreds of people surrounding you all going about their own business, and you were there standing alone. The shot get wider, and you get smaller, until you bend into the crowd and disappeared. Got it. That is the image.

Of course there may be some instances that you hit the jackpot after filling out many forms and investigated, more like interrogated for hours in the managers office. You may get your refund. The question is, does it worth your time.

I suspected this might be the only way my host country knew to discourage or even eliminate corruption (kick back). The following is my encounter that spark this blog story:

I subscribe to a foreign cable service. In the 4 months I had the service. My cable service went down 5 times, each time took them 3-4 days to get it running again. Some time the service disconnected as soon as the technician left the apt. It happened again three days ago, and again tonight, out of frustration I told the service technician that this would be the last time I put up with this nonsense, if the cable company can’t fix the problem. I wanted my refund, (Since cable service were pay once a year). She kindly informed me with a smile that it is not permitted in China. “What do you mean by not permitted?” I asked. She said “No refund, it is the law”.

The firecracker within me exploded. I have to give them a whole year of the cable fee up front when the service is not performed correctly; I was told I wouldn’t get my money back. I found out later it is the norm; you just had to put up with it.

What do you think? I figure the worst it could happen if I protested in front of the largest state own cable company headquarter, might be hotel Siberia with breakfast lunch and dinner included for a while, you think that worth a trial? : O

Would you come to my rescue?

I know some of you will raise holy hell if you were in the same situation, but then it is China, your protest usually fell on death ear. You can either go with the flow or you can just get mad and go nowhere.

The point is that if this country wanted to join the first world as a world power, she must give her people the most basic of choice, after all it is hard earn money from my own savings. Your thought?

Chance Encounter NYC

My Movie Experience

Week 14:

The exploration in Shanghai goes on at week 14 in the city.
I finally decided to go to a move. Not just any movie, but a Hollywood film, or as we say it here the foreign film. I was frustrated not being able to find any movie info online, even when I find the movie it does not tell me where it is being shown, nor show time information. A far cry for the info I get in the states.

Since there was more than one theater showing foreign films, I must make sure I can get there on public transports. After 12 weeks, the hidden agenda of this latest outing was to start exploring the wonderful modern Metro system in the city, therefore a theatre within walking distance from the metro station was the target plus what better time to do that than a rare beautiful sunny day in the city.

Once the target was identified, the mission was getting there. While I enter the Metro station, I was surprise to found all bags had to go thru security scanning. Not the hand checks like I had experienced at the museums, rather it is like airport scanner for luggage. Once in side, I encountered a clean and efficient modern system, just like the MTR in Hong Kong.

The theatre:
Where do you think the theatre located? It is not that unusual to find movie theatre in a mega shopping mall. However find one on the top floor of the mega mall was a little unusual. This mall had two wings and 6 shopping floors with the entrance atrium at the joint. Which scour all 6 floors provided a dramatic setting of scale as you enter the mall. Plus all the escalators are all free hanging from one floor to another, span between the floors above the atrium, like you saw in some futuristic science fiction movies or rending. It is so hard to explain, I was a little stunned by the setting, or may be I should say, admiration of the interior design.

These malls are not only well designed, the configuration of the shops were well thought off, all had one purpose to give shopping the ultimate shop till you drop experience. They also had an upscale grocery store in the basement, like what we had in numerous New York locations. They were a nice touch. After the shopping empty out their wallets, (seldom credit cards), they could consider a home cook meal for the family, since they can no longer afford to feed them. Just kidding. A devilish thought.

The floors are all divided into categories like our department stores. The restaurants are all located on the upper floors, they wanted their shoppers spend money on shops, not just go there to eat. The most amazing for me was the multiplex theatres were located on the top floor.

On all appearance the lobby of the theatre were no different than ours. However that is where the similarity ends. The movie show times where in Chinese I can’t hardly understand what they movie were without any pictures. Trying to get some info from the poster was all but impossible, with crowds of patrons blocking the view.

In front of the ticket windows were multiple long lines waiting to purchase tickets, as if the movies were free. Granted it was my first time going to movie any in Asia, I had no idea what all the lines were all about. I stand there like an idiot (This will be the first and last time you will ever heard me describing myself this way); lost and confused not knowing where to turn and my friend was not much help either. After 8 years in Asia, he spoke no Chinese.

After a looooong while I kind of figure out at least one line out of the three were coupon holders. However I can’t figure out what the other two lines where all about. Suddenly, I was shaken by loud noise from a man with the bullhorn came out from nowhere, and the stampede begun with people rush from one line to the other. In the mist of the confusion, I finally decided that I should really ask someone where I should go; at this rate I could have end up standing there for hours without even getting my hand on any ticket.

With my limited Chinese the guy with the bullhorn (you must ask the one in charge in China.) seems to understood me, or perhaps took pity on me, he shuffled me to the front of the shortest line, in front of everyone else been waiting there. Honestly I do not wanted to cut in line but he insisted that I should stay there and the others do not seem to mind. So there I was first in line. Facing the agent, a (SWEET) girl with a straight face.

Now came another challenge. I have no idea what “Sherlock Holmes 2” was call in Chinese nor I knew what the name of the movie in that matter. I do not remember what I told her. Some how there seems to be a problem; I finally understood she was trying to tell me there were no tickets available for the next two scheduled shows I preferred to see. In the end I manage to get ticket for the show that starts three hours from the time I purchase the ticket. Why can’t they have “Fandango” in China? That would have made things a lot simpler isn’t it?

By the way I forgot to tell you that they had computer ticket machines in the lobby, but it was not working, and not sure if they ever worked, it could be there for show only, I think someone forgot to plug it in.

Next step. Payment.
What is the most expensive movie ticket you ever purchased for a single show? I was in shock when I hand her 100 RMB, and she look at me, as if I am out of my mind. They want 100 RMB (EACH TICKET) that was almost $16.00 USD for a ticket. Talking about highway robbery. How could all these young people afford to go to the movie? Needless to say I have to skip my favorite popcorn. (Yes they had American pop corn, just like back home). However popcorn and a Pepsi combination (No Coke) Pepsi only, and no ice as well was ONLY 28 RMB. (Less than $5) Now that was a bargain. Still I am not paying for it.

More Surprise:
As we enter the theatre hall, we found no one nor sign to show us where the movie is playing. The two of us going from theater to theaters, looking for the theatre that play our movie, it was not that much fun. We were in an out of theatres, and no one notice, we can actually paid once and see every movie that was playing. Just a thought, you know I am too honest to do that kind of thing. Not worth trying either.

Never the less, after the right movie was located, we had to tackle another problem, the assigned seating.
Since we can’t read the tickets, we had to speculate where our seats were and what it meant. This is better than “Some” airlines, they had assign seating in the theatre, although you have no choice on which seat you can pick, but you are assigned anyway. As luck had it. We end up on the wrong side of the theatre in the dark. When we finally got to our seat two girls was in it. Don’t assume that we were the foreign devil that was wrong, because we were the dummy, we came to found out they were on our seats. Since we did not get any dates out of the two young ladies that took our seat. We made them moved.

What is the lesson learn here for me?
Encounter happens every day, even as mundane as going to a movie in a foreign land. You could consider it as a hassle or you could look at it as a wonderful experience.
I hope you share my sense of adventure, the love of foreign culture and travel. My encounter will go on.

Chance Encounter Shanghai