May-May's Diary
Entry for November 05th, 1999
It's only a matter of time, boys and girls, before we will be flying in
and out of Shanghai via Pudong airport. Call me a sentimental nostalgic,
but it's good to see the old airport at Hongqiao is not going to be
abandoned completely. I was there just a few days ago, and it appears
they are building a new control tower. I gave a small cheer. Meanwhile,
at Pudong, which I haven't even seen a photo of yet, some small number
of flights have allegedly started to land, but on a test basis more than
anything else. They are clearly determined to allow the new airport to
ease into operations gradually and avoid the huge embarrassments of Kong
Kong and Kuala Lumpur a couple of years back. Those cities opened snazzy
new airports, fully computerised and 21st century-like, and everything
broke down! They work now -- at least Hong Kong does -- but the memory
lingers.
I have received a charming note from a Finnish fellow who invites me to
visit him in Finland! He says he lives in a town with 36,000 inhabitants
and surrounded by forests. The closest town is 100 km away. Russia is
only 150 km as the cold crow flies. They have, he says, the only
cross-country ski tunnel in the world. My heart, my darlings, did a
flip!! I have never been to Finland, and while I am not a big vodka
drinker, the idea of the frozen north and silent pine forests is
extremely attractive. And romantic. My problem is this -- agoraphobia,
mixed with a fear of boredom!!! Quite simply, I cannot get used to not
having millions of people milling around me, as we do every minute of
every day in Shanghai. And while I long for a stroll in the forest, my
ears tingling with cold, the wind whispering sweet nothings to the trees
high above me, one or two strolls would be fine, thank you very much. I
don't need to repeat the process every day. I guess a one-day visit
would be fine. But of course, I say that knowing that in the frozen
north of Finland, a day lasts six months!
I see that sales of cosmetics in China are booming -- up 13 percent
every year! Which doesn't necessarily please me. I see so many girls in
Shanghai who are simply using too much make-up, and often poor quality
make-up at that. Less is more, girls, less is more. Make-up also sends
messages. So watch what you say on your face!!
I had dinner the other night at the Cantonese restaurant in the Grand
Hyatt, and I have to tell you -- my breath was taken away by the style
and the quality. I wasn't paying, so I have no idea what it cost. Not
cheap, I would imagine. But whatever it was, it was worth it do it once.
The beancurd particularly was magnificent. What sticks in the mind,
however, are the million little touches, the tiny design elements which
show how much thought went into this place. I have examined the Grand
Hyatt from many different angles, and the only flaw I have found so far
is the wooden banister on the steps leading up the ballroom in the
annex. Fix it quick!!
Speed is relative. But I note with interest that there is a new "bullet
train" on the route from Shanghai to Nanjing. An interesting name for a
train given the historical connotations of the city. But that's what the
media has called it. I go to Nanjing once in a while to sort of hide
out, so I look forward to trying it. The train apparently reaches a top
speed of 180 km per hour. Which is not fast by the standards of some
other bullet-type trains around the world. But still fast enough to make
you pray that the chickens and children stay out of the way.
Everyone I spoke to who went to the films attached to the Shanghai Film
Festival were full of praise for the event. I personally didn't go to
any. I find it hard to sit still in a cinema for two hours. But it is
good to see so many international movies playing in Shanghai at one
time. Roll on the future!!
Byeeee!!!!

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