Ni hao one and all!
As nearly everyone's favourite blonde-rinse rapper Eminem once said, 'Guess who's back'? (mine isn't by the way - how you could forget Vanilla Ice? He cooks MCs like a pound of bacon!) I have returned to the 'jing after much fun on my travels.
Because I've got nothing to write about over the next few days, I've got a lot to write about my travels, and my computer has died (again), I shall MC Hammer style 'break it down' into several posts, starting with my week in Shanghai.
After an excursion to the dentist to see Alex get her wisdom tooth ripped out by an Eastern European maniac (VLAD! Is that you?), who was less Dr. Dre and more Dr. Death, I boarded a train to Shanghai to see the lovely Isabel. On the Friday we hit 'plan b', a Canadian Indie-Rock club, and for the first time with feeling in China I hit the dance floor! It's not that I don't like Chinese Rap music - actually I hate it - but being white, 26 and not speaking Chinese very well, it renders the Beijing club scene fairly redundant for me.
We followed this with a nice stroll along the Bund (financy area by the river). It was pretty chilly, so if you purchased a hot beverage you had to be careful it didn't turn into an Ice T... Here is Isabel there, in a picture I'm calling 'Take the photo you numpty, I'm cold':
This was followed by a trip to the market, where I purchase a marvellous pair of aviator-style sunglasses, but more about them later. There was also plenty of coffee and cake consumed, which is never a bad thing, although being downtown Shanghai, it was quite expensive, considerably more than 50 Cent(s). And suddenly it was time to leave - bu hao!
As a post-script to my Shanghai adventures, I shall add that recently I've noticed that the internet isn't nearly as Jewish as it should be. Here is a picture that should hopefully redress the balance:
And with that I shall be on my merry way! Stay tuned for the Hangzhou, Fuzhou and Xiamen episodes, and keep it sleazy,
Thomas
HAPPY NOW PORTER?
I get it - The Game is to name as many rappers as possible.
Anyway, Nas to hear from you King, you Ol' Dirty Bastard, but I best be off. I've got Tupac my bags for a sleazy weekend away...