When I was younger, I would spend my days devouring old battered copies of National Geographic magazines. It was during those times where I first saw a photo of the Great Wall of China. While its length was beyond what my young mind could fathom at that time, I vaguely remember sitting down and being absolutely in awe at this impressive architectural feature.
After a whirlwind book tour in Europe and a week of stuffing myself with pastries in Paris, I made my way back towards Australia via Hong Kong, one of the most logical stopovers when journeying from Australia to Europe (along with Singapore).
They come in their thousands to pay homage at altars of flashing neon whose hymns are the jingling of coins and the digital beep-boop of half-mad robots. Pilgrims with wallets full of money and hearts full of ill-placed hope flock from Mainland China to try their hand at tricking Lady Luck out of a few HKD.
I‘ve written before on how much I loved visiting temples in Hong Kong. By the end of our trip, I was actively seeking new ones to discover.
Now, although Shanghai isn’t the capital of China (that honour goes to Beijing) it’s actually the biggest in all of China – this coupled with its reputation as being a financial hub and a global city, make Shanghai the perfect place to begin (or indeed, end) your trip to China...
When I moved to China almost eight years ago, one of the first pieces of advice I remember hearing was a single word. “Elbows,” my colleague at English First said, and positioned his how I would eventually need to position mine, when the time came—which, if you’re wondering, was later that evening on the Shanghai Metro...
I was surprised by Chongqing’s beauty. And I don’t mean the Muzak cover all All4One’s “I Swear” that was playing as I waited to clear Chinese immigration, although that was a nice touch.