Hey, Shanghai, I missed you, y’know?

Hey, Shanghai, I missed you, y’know?

  I wasn’t sure if China wanted me back. The fact that I managed to set the Contagious Disease Carrier detector off at immigration at Pudong Airport was a moment of concern. I had casually strolled through, feeling robust and healthy, albeit tired from having 

We’re Not in the Middle Kingdom Anymore, Toto…

We’re Not in the Middle Kingdom Anymore, Toto…

I have a feeling I may need to change the name of this blog, or at the very least acknowledge that its impracticality is about to soar to new heights of uselessness.     I have, you see, buggered off. I’m actually in rainy, green 

I’ll Be Lucky to Escape With My Waistline Intact: My Last Month of Eating Everything in Shanghai

I’ll Be Lucky to Escape With My Waistline Intact: My Last Month of Eating Everything in Shanghai

    This is going to be a major food porn post. I just realized that after over four years in this city, I’ve really never delved into all things foodie on this blog. Mops, cats, pollution, water monsters, bad maps– sure. Food, not so 

I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on That Time I Square Danced to Chinese Punk Music in the Park

I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on That Time I Square Danced to Chinese Punk Music in the Park

  Back  in the early 1990s, back when I was an untravelled granola crunchy uni student living on an island off the west coast of Canada, I wrote a rather long and rambling term paper on the history of Chinese rock music. At that time, 

I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on Stuff, Self, Place and Ridiculously Sudden Life Transitions

I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on Stuff, Self, Place and Ridiculously Sudden Life Transitions

  I moved most unexpectedly a few months ago, just after my life imploded in Bali. It’s taken me over two months to get all of my things from the old flat. Bit by bit, bag by bag, by taxi and by metro, I’ve hauled 

I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on Being a Tired Hermit With Possibly Unrealistic Expectations

I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on Being a Tired Hermit With Possibly Unrealistic Expectations

I’ve got approximately two months left in Shanghai.     After over four years in this city, most of which were spent trying to feel like it was home and trying to convince myself that I was in the right place, doing the right thing, 

I’ll See Myself Out: Attempting Shanghai Nightlife (for Burnt Out Recluses)

I’ll See Myself Out: Attempting Shanghai Nightlife (for Burnt Out Recluses)

So I’m leaving Shanghai. Sometime in June, I’ll be handing in my Foreign Expert’s Certificate (actually a booklet, just to muddle matters) and sorting through my accumulated detritus to ship things home or to redistribute them amongst the neighbourhood rag-and-bone dudes. [Random note: Modern day 

It’s Beginning to Look Not Even Remotely Like Christmas: Faking Festiveness in Shanghai

It’s Beginning to Look Not Even Remotely Like Christmas: Faking Festiveness in Shanghai

Actually I lie. I live in Shanghai (which, if you ask the Shanghairen, is barely even China but rather its own magnificent autonomous kingdom of wealth and awesomeness) and oh, the shiny accoutrements of the festive season are out in a big way. Have you 

Notes on Not Running Away Again: Dealing Sensibly With a Shanghai Winter

Notes on Not Running Away Again: Dealing Sensibly With a Shanghai Winter

It was some time midway through my London years that I found myself huddled in a phone box outside the Lords Cricket Grounds, surrounded on three sides by layers of postcards of hot, horny, available women who wanted to do dirty things to me. It 

You look very terrible, Miss Mary: Unsolicited Advice for the Laowai

You look very terrible, Miss Mary: Unsolicited Advice for the Laowai

I’m still sick. Not sick like last week when I was horizontal and feverish, with my nasal cavity draining like Victoria Falls. No, this week I’m exhausted from working all weekend, sleeping terribly, and breathing in the disconcertingly opaque and smokey air all morning. According 

Managing Your Plague in China: Brief Notes on my Stupid Cold

Managing Your Plague in China: Brief Notes on my Stupid Cold

So I finally made it in to work today, after two days spent under cover, barking my lungs out at home, destroying entire forests with my nasal detritus. I packed a little baggie with 2 boiled eggs and 2 small oranges (plus a massive coffee)