Shanghai was rocking it. We sweated in 90% humidity, 33 degree days, and a still smog that settled in your lungs preventing you from breathing. The first night was a bit of a disaster – we struggled to order food, couldn’t get a taxi home and then Heath got food poisoning. The following days were much better; food stayed down and we remembered to write down the Chinese name of our hostel so we could get home. We went to the aquarium, did some shopping, and thought about expo, but didn’t quite make it because we heard queues were two hours per pavilion. The last night was particularly memorable with hotpot and a Holland victory.
