On Shanghai
Some days ago on the bus en route to Hangzhou, I pounded a fly into a window smear with my history book, and now, most of my memories of Shanghai come with the black misshapen spot in the upper right corner.
As an astute reader, you should deduce at least two things from this:
1) I am potentially homicidal, and
2) So far, I have seen most of Shanghai FROM THE FREAKING TOUR BUS.
You may also deduce that I read history books in my leisure time, but that's another story.
And, inference 2(a): I still hate guided tours.