It's my last night in Shanghai and I'm in the midst of a picture frenzy, as I try to get as many snaps in as possible before I have to leave.
The night is clear, there's no rain, there's no smog hiding the tops of the buildings. It's perfect weather for getting the perfect night shots of The Bund.
The view is stunning. The lights from the buildings pop in the black of the night sky and illuminate the water in a multitude of colours.
It's 6.30pm and it's time to go. Tonight is all about Karaoke. Apparently you can't come to China without indulging in a bit of Karaoke.
The venue is New World Emporium. It can only be described as a maze of rooms. It is really quiet inside, but that is only because the rooms are heavily padded to block out all the noise.
You only realise this when a door suddenly opens and the 'dulcet tones' of those getting into the groove to Chinese music flow out into the corridor.
Teacher kicked off the singing with Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. I eventually got dutch courage after a few drinks with a rendition of a golden oldie; one of Madonna's classics.
A couple of hours later, with throats coarse from all the singing, we moved on to a club to dance the night away. Teacher bluffed us into a club called Cirque Le Noir. An interesting place, but surreal.
Trapeze artists, dwarfs, painters, burlesque dancers, they all came out from time to time to entertain the crowds. There was a cart filled with popcorn, a photo booth, a candy floss machine. It was like being at the circus all over again.
Shanghai, it's been interesting, entertaining and most importantly, educational. Zàijiàn (Goodbye).
The venue is New World Emporium. It can only be described as a maze of rooms. It is really quiet inside, but that is only because the rooms are heavily padded to block out all the noise.
You only realise this when a door suddenly opens and the 'dulcet tones' of those getting into the groove to Chinese music flow out into the corridor.
Teacher kicked off the singing with Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. I eventually got dutch courage after a few drinks with a rendition of a golden oldie; one of Madonna's classics.
A couple of hours later, with throats coarse from all the singing, we moved on to a club to dance the night away. Teacher bluffed us into a club called Cirque Le Noir. An interesting place, but surreal.
Trapeze artists, dwarfs, painters, burlesque dancers, they all came out from time to time to entertain the crowds. There was a cart filled with popcorn, a photo booth, a candy floss machine. It was like being at the circus all over again.
Shanghai, it's been interesting, entertaining and most importantly, educational. Zàijiàn (Goodbye).
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