It’s amazing how rain can affect how you feel. I’ve been pretty jolly for the last few months. Everything is going well and I had a great 40th birthday party. But all good things come to an end and all it took was a bit of Shanghai rain to transform this great city into a living hell.
I finish dinner and it’s raining and I’m on Huai Hai Road, so as any Shanghai resident will tell you, don’t even think about finding an empty taxi. I take the subway (line 1) and change to line 8 at People’s Square. A few weeks ago, they’d already shut the gates to line 8 by 10pm because this line stops running earlier than the older lines. But I’m in luck, the gate is still open and I rush down the escalator to the platform, only to hear an announcement that line 8 is no longer running in the southerly direction (the platform is full of people waiting to head north). It’s 9.40pm for f*ck’s sake – what is wrong with these subway people, what could possibly make them think that 9.40pm was a good time to shut down the subway in (supposedly) the most modern city in China.
So I have no choice, I go back up the escalator and walk the long walk to line 2 which I take to Nanjing East and from there I get a number 66 bus home. Of course they haven’t turned on the air con yet in the stations (luckily the trains do have air con) so by the time I leave the subway station, I am dripping wet, not from the rain, but from the perspiration.
And to top it all off, my 3000 rmb Tods loafers are soaked though, ruined. Oh well, it could be worse, my blog could be blocked by the Chinese censor!