Sunday (2
a.m., Shanghai
time; 1 p.m., Central Time):
We are now
in Shanghai , China . Getting here involved no
crises but was still a hassle. Just this year, China began a "visa on
arrival" program. I don't know all the specifics, but you don't actually
get the visa until you arrive in the country. It appears the Chinese officials
don't know much about the program either because they ferried us from person to
person, each barking unknown words louder than the first, with no progress toward
actually letting us leave the airport. The experience was a bit unnerving at
first...but only at first. Eventually, Casey cracked a couple of jokes with the
official handling our papers, as Casey is wont to do. I half expected to be
hauled off to a holding room. Why, I don't know. I guess as enlightened as I
may claim to be, I subconsciously still have remnants of "Red China"
in the back of my mind. The official immediately responded to Casey's comments
with a broad smile and a giggle and I realized the Chinese immigration
officials are no different than American immigration officials. No matter what
country they're from, bureaucrats have thankless jobs at which they're typically
incompetent, generating frustration (which, depending upon perceived power, can
be scary).
Which leads
me to wonder just how different we all are in this modern era of the global
economy and interdependence? Admittedly, I remain a neophyte at world travel,
having visited only one non-Western nation before my still very limited time in
China .
But thus far, I have spent 14 hours on a Chinese airline's plane with uncomfortable
seats and flight attendants rarely in view, seemingly unconcerned with customer
satisfaction (making them virtually indistinguishable from the flight attendants
of any number of American airlines (double entendre unanticipated but
appreciated)). The Shanghai airport appears to
be a carbon copy of Terminal E of Houston's Intercontinental Airport
(though the chicken/egg dispute enters here). The city is gorgeous, with beautifully
designed and appointed skyscrapers...though I can't help but think it appears
some oil tycoon from Texas decided to redesign Manhattan, making everything
just a bit larger (and a bit gaudier). This much is certain: The Grand Hyatt
Shanghai is, without question, the most glorious Hyatt I've experienced.
Of course,
all of this will likely become academic gibberish to us tomorrow (as it
undoubtedly already is to many of you with international experience), when
Casey and I, along with more than two dozen other Westerners in awe, venture
into the city, and possibly countryside, to experience more than the plastic
the tourists see. With the morning light, the neon will be extinguished and the
natives will come into our view. How different will they -- their cultures,
their customs, their lifestyles, their values -- be from ours? Will the differences
be as superficial as the skyscrapers that dot both the Shanghai
and New York
skylines? Or will they reflect genuine ideological and material divergence? We
seek common ground to foster relationships, but isn't it our differences that
yield the search for such ground? Or is all of this a bunch of trite,
pretentious balderdash, from a guy trying to make the simple seem to complex --
to show off, so to speak, to the Off-Off-Broadway audience.
I have
learned at least one important fact during the briefest and most irrelevant
part of our voyage: I have learned that I should (and will) no longer tolerate
the acquaintances who whine when Spanish instructions and explanations are
announced after English ones -- the acquaintances who expect everyone to know,
understand and share not only their cultural views but fluency in their
particular language. The ones who claim that America has caved in to the foreigners.
In Shanghai , an industrial lifeblood of China , every
sign, every billboard and every instruction has an English component. The
billboards advertise Western products. The hotel televisions feature HBO, CNN
and numerous other American stations. The language of the movies is English;
they are subtitled in Chinese. The rest of the world cowtows to us. Truly, only
we Westerners feel put upon when someone from another country gets to hear all-important
instructions uttered in his native language when he visits here. We have no
business turning green.
I'm off to sleep until 8 a.m. our time, then find out
what our potential scavenges will be. Frankly, I'd be happy winning this
competition or earning last place. Each circumstance brings quite a different
experience. If I leave here top dog or bottom competitor, I'll be pleased. I'll
either experience a great deal of the world in an organized manner or much less
of it in an informal but elongated way. I suspect those pesky runner up or
"the group won't stop until you've finished" positions would bring me
the most angst.
Pics to come. So far, just the few hours of culture shock
-- and not so culture shock -- have been well worth the trip.
Have fun you guys! keep posting!!! May the odds ever be in your favor!!!!
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