What a night.
The hotel bellboy gets a taxi for our solo (aka no guide) adventure. But alas, as we are stepping into the taxi we realize we have forgotten our camera. So we try and communicate that eric is going to run back to the room and then we will go. Not a big deal, except the language thing. Our taxi guy wasn't too happy. Nor was the bellboy who flagged him down. We're off to a running start.
But we were off. And when I say that traffic in china is horrendous I am not talking about the numbers of cars. There are a lot but that's not the issue. The issue is the suggestatory (is that a word?) nature of all traffic signs and laws. Make that the suggestatory nature of everything. Sidewalks? Well, those are what we drive on when the street is too crowded. Lines? Purely for looks. Stop lights? Well, we may or may not stop. Probably not. Basically everyone travels at 25 mph and weaves in and out to get where they are going. Our taxi guy wasn't feeling patient this evening I guess, so when we hit some stopped traffic he did a u-turn, drove on the sidewalk, went down a one-way road (the wrong way, of course), wound through some alley and after narrowly missing several pedestrians, landed us where we needed to go. If you are a rule-follower, I would suggest not moving to china.
So we're at the shopping center. Which we were told was 'upscale.' Well, beings that most of china is way low scale we didn't quite know what to expect. Think louis vuitton and cartier. I did spot a purse I would have liked, but eric said I wasn't allowed to spend $2000. meanie. Who buys the stuff at this mall I have no idea. Not so much louis vitton going on in the population that I have observed. Meandered amongst the stares of all the employees who were gawking at the Americans with the Chinese baby and decided we would move on in our adventure.
Off to pizza hut. Eric hails a taxi (he's got a gift) and we get in. we show him the card where 'pizza hut' is written in Chinese. He shoos us out. Second taxi, he shoos us out too. Now we are smart and eric checks with the driver before me, sj, diaper bag, camera, coats, etc. all pile in. third taxi, nope. We give up and decide we're going back to the hotel and see if maybe what is written down on the card says something other than 'pizza hut.' Maybe, it says 'leave me in the middle of china' or something along those lines. Get in the taxi, show him the card and point to the hotel's name. end up at pizza hut. How? I'm not sure. Maybe it was divine intervention.
Pizza hut. Manage to sit down but it is obvious that no one speaks a word of English. We take a look at the menu (our options included seafood fruit salad…) and decide we are going for the Hawaiian pizza. Eric says, "pepperoni and pineapple" to the waitress. Now really, I love my husband, but we're in the middle of china. Not so much 'pepperoni and pineapple' going on in the vocabulary around these parts. So after an intervention by the wife which involved pointing and hand motions, we managed to get a pizza. Personal pan size. But nevertheless it was a Hawaiian pizza. And it was good. I applauded eric that at least he didn't keep saying 'pepperoni and pineapple' louder and louder. Good job, babe. Entertainment: trying to get a picture of me without 4 chins. I am seriously getting a complex people.
Off to the hotel. Oh wait, we must go in the bookstore next to pizza hut. Seriously? I know you like books, honey, but we are in
And now, to get home. At this point it is 7:00ish, dark, and everyone and their brother (except that Chinese people don't have brothers. You know, the one child thing) are trying to get home. Oh, and it's cold. Butt. Cold. Frazisimo cold. Bundled up like an Eskimo cold. We stand on one corner. And another. And decide to walk down the street a little. At this point eric turns to me and says, "why don't you start yelling at me and then it will be just like Amazing Race!" but I did NOT do that. Did. Not.
We finally get a taxi and find ourselves back at our home away from home. Our very warm, English speaking home.
And we are living happily ever after.
posted at 8:59 AM