I get a cabin to myself on the way to Shanghai and sleep like a baby
These are the cards they swap your ticket for on Chinese trains, only to take them back again at the end of the journey. Why, one wonders?
darn, I was hoping for brownish.
I'll have a plate of denial please.
the lobby of our colonial era hotel, the Astor House in Shanghai
it is a cool old building
may i service you?
in the hotel restaurant with bob
heading out to explore for a bit while we wait for mom to join us
it is an overcast day, which leads to my preferring HK at first glance
some socialist monument to something
I love soviet type bas relief
heading down to the strangest tunnel under the river
and the ride begins...
and it is over...
fat people park here i guess
does that mean malaria?
and it is time for our return trip back across the water!
these things need better AC
goodbye cruel world
with lovely vine like decor on the way out
proof that we were there
my recommendation: give it a miss