From grandaunt Qiao’s home in 安亭 Anting to #10 Line Xintiandi cost ¥7 . The machine doesn’t take ¥1 bill. When the next machine returns coins I offered two single yuan bills to the purchaser, the man dumped two coins into my machine, waved me off and left. The security guard, a young woman helped me with my carry on luggage.
I had celery dumplings and cucumber and mu’er salad. Anhui tea and hot pepper paste, all home made.
Friend’s house is in Xintiandi. Naturally I stop by the Starbucks, have the ¥17 black coffee.
The domestic flight (MU5146 ¥433 one way and ¥600+ for me round trip) from Beijing to Shanghai was ok. We took the bus from Fangzhuang to the airport, ¥24 per person. I worried about over weight or no check in allowance at all but the woman at the counter said nothing about the large check-in. Two men, a young and a middle aged fighting for bathroom on the plane: when the door opened, they both moved over. The younger one stared at the old one then went in. My gut feeling, the young man was there first. In China, seeing armpits unshaved is plentiful. In the taxi to the Holiday Inn Express near Fudan. (100 rmb), the cab driver has a call in program on his radio, talking about family stuff, mostly about inheritance of house. There were one white boy and two Chinese girls at the hotel lobby. I ran into a mom of one of the girls in the program. Michelle who’s also been in the country prior, talked about her experience none stop. Grandaunt/uncle and her second son and wife invited us for dinner at Tang Palace 香港唐宫
For reason unbeknown to me (a.k.a. lazy, senile, ..), my train from Paris to Frankfurt departs at 5:10 from Gare de L’Est but I remembered it at 5:30pm and didn’t confirm it in the morning. I had no agenda that day except lingered at the Louvre n saw a rat. I found a seat at food court near an outlet and began to charge my iPhone. And to WeChat. My bad habit cutting too close to any event had finally caught up with me. When I took the Metro and arrived at Gare de L’Est I didn’t see any ‘Frankfurt’ on the board. With a sinking heart I ran around and was finally told by a train man that my train had gone.
Defeated and deflated I went to buy the ticket for the next train which is two hours later and first class only at €210 – the French said my ticket was an internet purchase from the Bahn, so they couldn’t do a thing. With little time on hand I shopped at a shoe store then food mart and spent my last few euro on food only to find out that first class ticket came with dinner n wine (one glass only). When I asked for the second glass the man said, one refill only.
The first stop is Forbach. Two police came on board. Then Saarbruecken. The 3rd is Kaiserslautern, fourth Mannheim. After Mannheim the train is pulled from the end so my seat (was backward since Paris) is facing forward. The two bathrooms, one soap dispenser is broken and one is empty.
Took the subway (The metro ticket in Frankfurt cost 2.30€ while in Paris 1.70€.) for an early, inexpensive flight on Air France to Paris. As usual, I almost missed the flight – the last one got on the flight.
waiting for train from CDG to Gare de l’Est