The Shanghai Surprise

Here are some Shanghai snaps

 

Raghuram  Fri 24th May, 2002

 

I wake suddenly from the slumber.  I try to get my

bearings.  Where am I?  In the departure terminal of

Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, awaiting the flight to Singapore. 

It is 7 AM on Thursday, 16th May, 2002.

 

What am I doing here a day before my engagement?  To

answer this, we should go back in time - to a Friday

forenoon in my office.

 

"Raghuram here..."

 

"Hai!  This is Bala, from HR.  You are going to China.

You need to submit your Passport today."

 

"Is this some kind of joke?"

 

"No!  Rangan is here.  He suggested your name".

 

I need to break this news - to my folks and to

my "fiancee-to-be".  My folks are outraged, needless

to say - China, of all places?  

 

"So, are you making it for your engagement?" 

 

"I hope to!"

 

It is going to be down to the wire - the connections

are tight.  Anything can go wrong! 

 

Friday, 10th May, 2002.

 

I take an auto to the Airport, which is about 3 km from

my home.  People pride themselves on staying close to

Railway Stations and Bus Stands.  My home is closest to

the Airport:)

 

Paul and Jagdish join me in the flight to Chennai -

the first of the three leg journey.  (Reminds me

of the three-legged race, if you know what I mean!)

 

Saturday, 11th May, 2002.

 

The Singapore Airlines from Chennai to Singapore leaves

at midnight.  Having travelled always by Lufthansa, this

flight is a revelation - individual TV screens, better

looking air hostesses :)  I can't say I liked the dinner

time though - 1.30 AM!

 

We reach Singapore tired and sleepy at 6 AM local time,

after 3.5 hours of flight - losing 2.5 hours due to time

zone difference!  We try to catch up on some sleep during

the waiting time for the Shanghai flight.  This is at

10.30 AM.

 

4.5 more hours of flight - same movies, worse food -

and we are in Shanghai.  Immigration is easily cleared

and we find a gentleman brandishing a signboard with

all our names on it.

 

To our shock, he makes hand signals and gestures, implying

that English language is not his cup of tea.  We've

a 40 minute ride from the airport to our hotel, which

is Hotel Ramada, located in Pudong.

 

This is a large and beautiful hotel.  We check in.  Mercifully

the Receptionists speak English (albeit broken).  After

struggling to get the power on inside my room, I discover

to my pleasant surprise that the TV channels include

Star Movies, Star Sports and BBC!  Way to go China!

 

Shubha and Asha are also in Shaghai and are staying in

the same hotel as we are.  We meet in the lobby.  They

take us to Tandoor, an Indian restaurant, for dinner.

 

Who says you can't survive as a vegetarian?  The food

is good and we dig in.  Conversations centre around

the adventures of Asha and Shubha in the non-English-speaking

world.  A simple activity like taking a cab to a place

is made complicated when the driver doesn't understand

your language.  So, you enlist the assistance of the Hotel

bell-boy, who translates your requirement to the cab driver.

What if you've a sudden change of plan during the journey?

Forget it!

 

Anyway, it is back to Hotel after dinner and time to sleep.

 

Sunday, 12th May, 2002.

 

The Hotel serves complementary breakfast and an excellent

buffet at that!  There is enough choice for the vegetarian

like me. 

 

8.45 AM finds us at our office.  What are we doing in

office on a Sunday?  Well! working, of course!

 

It is a full day's work, which is cut out for us,

interrupted only by lunch.  The lunch has been delivered

to our office, from "India Kitchen", another discovery

of Shubha.  The food is great - complete with gulab

jamuns for dessert!

 

After the day's hectic schedule, we've just enough

time to look in at Carrefour, the local supermarket,

before proceeding for dinner to "Red Chillies" a

restaurant with Asian cuisine.  The dinner here is

made special by the presence of a Tamil waiter, who

takes particular interest in Paul and Shubha.  He

decides our order and even goes to the extent of

offering us "one metre tea". 

 

Monday, 13th May, 2002.

 

We get to meet the junta in the office - as also

some visitors, who're here, for the formal inauguration

of the centre on Wednesday.

 

It is also the turn of weather gods to turn unpleasant -

it is a wet and drizzling day today.  The evening

is no better.

 

We're in Shanghai City Centre and walk the street,

braving the elements.  It is Pizza Hut's turn to

host us, and pizza it is, for dinner.

 

We also have company in the form of Li Li - who

surprisingly is an even stricter vegetarian than

all of us!  She is staying in the same hotel as us,

and the fact that she is pregnant means, more

attention and interest from all of us.

 

It is inevitable that the language problem catches

up with us.  Our car driver is not to be seen.

We see one person, who looks like him - but we

aren't sure.  We've conveniently neglected to note

down our car number and we can't communicate to

any one either.  Fortunately, the car driver

recognizes one of us (Asha?) and decides to drive

us back to our hotel!

 

Tuesday, 14th May, 2002.

 

It is the last day of our work.  It is the

turn of KY to give us a treat.  This is going

to be in a Chinese restaurant.  The restaurant

is located in the heart of the city - and there

is an excellent view of Shanghai high rises.

The chief attraction is the Shanghai Television

Tower.

 

KY takes special care to make sure that there

are orders for vegetarian dishes.  They turn out to

be excellent and we've a feast!

 

Wednesday, 15th May, 2002.

 

The official inauguration ceremony happens in

Hotel Grand Hyatt - an 82 storey hotel in the city

centre. 

 

It starts with a Press Conference, followed by

a small inaugural ceremony.  Both the programs

are fully in Chinese, which means entertainment to us!

 

The main event is, of course, the luncheon - which

is a formal affair.  We've problems with the dishes,

which are mostly of the "moving creature" variety -

but the hotel staff rise to the occasion and dish

our some veggie stuff.  An Indian consulate staff

turns up for the event, as well.

 

Having dispensed with the event, it is now time

to check out Shanghai.  We've about two hours to

do it.  From Grand Hyatt, we walk to the nearby

Shanghai Television Tower.  You're taken to the

top of the tower by lift for a fee of 100 RMB (

around Rs.600/-)  It is a two step process -

Lift 1 takes you upto 265 metre, from where you've

a wonderful view of the City.  Another lift takes

you further up - to 350 metres. 

 

It is a beautiful site from the top - the high

rises, the river, the ships.

 

The tower reminds me of Eiffel Tower...

 

Anyway, we get down to terra firma and walk back

to the Hotel.  We also make a short visit to Yu

Garden.  This is an older part of Shanghai with

traditional buildings.  While the gardens are closed,

we walk around the place. 

 

At 6 PM, we're in a pub, where an "informal"

office celebration is on!  KY spearheads the

party, which goes on upto 9.30 PM.  For once,

food is a problem.  But the rest of the party -

including dance - is quite welcome - and we

even belt out some Indian tunes on the

unsuspecting locals!

 

We're back in the hotel, but not done yet -

we go to the restaurant and order dinner - having

exhausted what little we could eat, in the

dance and merrymaking.

 

After this, we need to pack our luggage, as we

start at 5 AM, from the Hotel.

 

Thursday, 15th May, 2002.

 

We check out from the Hotel, only to be told by

the Receptionist - "our computers are down, Sir, could

you please wait?"

 

"Well! do you expect our flight to wait until

your computers are up?"

 

They see light and agree to mail us our bills and

let us go!

 

The cab ride to the Airport is uneventful and so is

the Emigration.  We're in the departure terminal and

two hours for our Singapore flight.  I decide to

catch up on some sleep...

 

"SQ 815 to Singapore ready for boarding..." 

 

It is time to say goodbye to Shanghai - and a fine

visit, it has been.

 

We're in Singapore at noon - and we've 8 hours to

go for our Chennai flight.

 

We take the "free city tour" offered by the Airport,

and are treated to a fantastic tour of Singapore,

including a 30 min boat ride. 

 

We kill the remaining time, dozing before  agiant

TV screen, showing a football match.  It is

foot ball fever all over - with the World Cup just

weeks away.  Changi Airport has World Cup contests

on.

 

As the time for our flight nears, we see familiar

faces - Indians in various attire, carrying various

items, moving towards our flight. 

 

Singapore - Chennai flight is packed to the brim -<

I even worry there may be some standing passengers!

Many of them are Tamilians - lots of ladies, crying

children - it is like a local bus!  The air hostesses

are hard pressed to cater to them.

 

It is the same movies, the fourth time for me.

I've already covered "The Lord of the Rings",

"The Beautiful Mind" and "Vanilla Sky". (The last one

is a Tom Cruise movie - I still can't figure out what

it was all about - as I was half asleep each time I

saw the movie)

 

It is raining in Chennai when we descend.  I

re-confirm my Cochin flight - as it is the most

important flight of my life!   We're checked in at

Hotel Radisson.  I set the wake up call for 5 AM

and go to sleep.

 

Friday, 16th May, 2002.

 

I'm well in time in the Domestic Departure Terminal

of Chennai Airport.  I don't see any sign of

the Cochin flight.  Some mistake - I think, and

proceed to check-in at the Indian Airlines counter.

 

"Your flight starts from the International Terminal"

 

What do you know!  Since when did Chennai-Kochi

become an international flight?  I'm enlightened that

it is a Chennai-Kochi-Muscat flight.  Fortunately

it is Chennai, and not Mumbai or Delhi - the

International Terminal is only a five minute walk.

 

I need to clear "Customs" - which is, of course, only

a formality.

 

I call up home finally - to let them know that I

am on my way - there is 8 hours to go for my

engagement.

 

It is my first flight in Indian Airlines and I

realise how different it is from Jet.  Not only

are the waitresses old enough to be my mother, the

in-flight announcements are rare and abrupt as well.

The flight takes off, without any notice and I am

surprised the steward(esse)s have any time to strap

in at all!

 

Looks like I've brought rains all the way from

Shanghai - it is raining in Cochin as well, as my<

flight lands.

 

Later I realise how lucky I am to have landed

safely and in tact!  On Saturday, one Indian Airlines

flight is diverted to Trivandrum, due to bad

weather, while another bursts all its four tyres while

landing.

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