While my previous post pretty much summed up my thoughts about Shenzhen (specifically, the feeling of a lack of a distinct culture to the city), there were a couple experiences in the last two days J and I spent there that stood out for me.
Even more-so than Shanghai, Shenzhen is a perfect encapsulation of Chinese capitalism.
Considering how unexpectedly wonderful the flight with Spring Airlines had been, in retrospect I should not be surprised that the universe would try to balance itself out, by giving me the single worst flight of my life up to this point.
As my bathroom scale can attest, I definitely did not go hungry.
Before I really get into the meat of this entry… The flight from Shenyang to Shanghai was my first brush with anything above basic economy class.
The Shenyang Metro is a whole different beast than its Beijing big brother.
So, I’ve been “hors-communication” for a while now; significantly longer than I’d hoped, in fact. There’s an unfortunate reason for that…
Whatever the reason, I ventured out into the empty streets with a phone (and no Chinese SIM card), a camera, and a tripod. And promptly got lost.