This week Shanghai experienced its most polluted day in about six months. Fortunately, we have the US Consulate and the Chinese Ministry of Environmental Protection keeping an eye on the smog for us. The US Consulate’s figures were accompanied by a health warning of “hazardous” (get indoors now; don’t breathe for a few days). The Chinese State’s assessment was somewhat different, describing it as merely “lightly polluted” (reduce outdoor exercise). The discrepancy is easily explained away by the local government, accusing the US Consulate of measuring different particles sizes. Not being an expert here, I much prefer the benign sounding “lightly polluted”. I’m interpreting it in the same way a packet of crisps could be “lightly salted” – Ok in small doses but too much may cause your lungs too collapse.
A multi-cultural week food wise for me and Bron. An Indian take-away on Wednesday night with Rachel and Andrea, taking advantage of another essential of life in Shanghai: the home delivery service form Sherpas (£1.50 delivery charge from any restaurant within about 5 miles of where we live. Any restaurant but usually one selling curry. And yes I know we should be cooking having brought an Indian shop’s worth of spices with us.)
Back to Sailor’s on Thursday night for fish & chips (counting this as English food) to celebrate JB’s last night in Shanghai (for a whole week). Sailor’s is on Yongkang Lu, an arty sort of street full of tiny restaurants and bars, loads of Westerners and many disgruntled local residents. A few complaints (understandable) from those that live above the restaurants saw the arrival of the police shortly after 10pm to usher everyone indoors.
Friday night’s Chinese meal was a buffet-style affair inside another KTV (karaoke) warehouse as Tim took the IS and IT teams out for three hours of singing/wailing. An elaborate computer system, entirely in Chinese, allows visitors to select songs from a list and add them to a queue. Having been a few times, I’ve memorised the right sequence of buttons to take me straight to Radiohead’s “High & Dry” (no Smiths, Cure or Aphex Twin sadly; but they did have a bizarre easy-listening version of Muse’s “Plug in Baby”). Songs are added to a queue to give everyone a go, but mysteriously my and Tim’s songs kept getting bumped to the top….
Bron avoided the ear assault by going out for an Italian instead, so Tim and I joined her later on in Kaiba, a Belgium Beer bar that features a huge selection of beers from around the world (including London Pride). Ostensibly the launch night (even though we’d been there about a month ago), the police were again in attendance to usher people off the street and back into the bar.
Saturday night was Austrian night, courtesy of Juliane (the only Austrian we know). The Hyatt hotel on the North Bund apparently has an Austrian chef and manager, so why not… Juliane and Nicole fully dressed in dirndl’s, putting the rest of us to shame. I’m not sure I’ve experienced Austrian food or drink before, but the plum schnaps, beef stew and apple strudel did the job nicely. I also don’t know any Austrian songs apparently; even the standing up and sitting down again song got the better of me.
We ended the night with Juliane and Bruce in the Paradise side of a bar called “Paradise and Hell”. One side was kind of white, the other a tiny bit red. Having never been to Paradise before, I now know it features a very comfortable cat that appears to manage bars, overseeing as it did the behaviour of its patrons and the delivery of new beer.
I’m writing this early on Sunday morning; knackered thanks to the workman who rang our doorbell repeatedly at 7.20 this morning. Wrong house. Thanks.