DAY 7 [ Shanghai ] : How do I say 'Waffle Cone' in Chinese?
We go to the mall to find a Chinese translator for Oki. You might as well be in New York or Los Angeles. They have everything a major US department store would. They even have a Hagen Daz complete with young girls in millitant little skirts and barets. All they needed were little red books and the picture would have been complete.
As we stroll around, Uncle Monte tells me about how he worries how the new Chinese generation will be. Because of population restraints the Chinese people are allowed only one child and no more. If you somehow become pregnant again you are forced to terminate the pregnancy. You can see, here and there, how having a population of only children with everything available to them so cheaply makes everyone under the age of 25 into a kind of Veruca Salt. "I want it now!"
We went to the Jin Mao Tower where the Hyatt takes up the top 30 floors and has an open core starting at 50 and going up to the top of the building. It looks very much like the shaft from Willy Wonka where Charlie and Grandpa dancecd with death, drank Wonka's 'Fizzy Lifting Drink' and flew toward the silver blades of his, lift assisting, ceiling fan before grandpa realized burping was "...THE ONLY WAY!"
Accross the street was the Pearl Tower. It's straight out of Disney's tomorrowland.
A little bit of science and a little bit of cheese.
I wonder if all our days are going to stay this full?
As we stroll around, Uncle Monte tells me about how he worries how the new Chinese generation will be. Because of population restraints the Chinese people are allowed only one child and no more. If you somehow become pregnant again you are forced to terminate the pregnancy. You can see, here and there, how having a population of only children with everything available to them so cheaply makes everyone under the age of 25 into a kind of Veruca Salt. "I want it now!"
We went to the Jin Mao Tower where the Hyatt takes up the top 30 floors and has an open core starting at 50 and going up to the top of the building. It looks very much like the shaft from Willy Wonka where Charlie and Grandpa dancecd with death, drank Wonka's 'Fizzy Lifting Drink' and flew toward the silver blades of his, lift assisting, ceiling fan before grandpa realized burping was "...THE ONLY WAY!"
Accross the street was the Pearl Tower. It's straight out of Disney's tomorrowland.
A little bit of science and a little bit of cheese.
I wonder if all our days are going to stay this full?
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