The tour guides were a couple of expats from France who really enjoyed what they did - and who wouldn't. A brief walk through old Shanghai then across town to a Buddhist Temple that was dedicated to travelers.
After the burning some incense and waving it in the 4-cardinal directions we headed off to the most beautiful abattoir in the world. An Art Deco cement wonder built in the mid-1930's it has now been converted to shops, restaurants and exhibit spaces.
I had read about the Chinese Propaganda Poster Museum which the guides had never been to so considering the rain and that a poster museum was probably indoors it was back across the city.
The museum itself was in the basement of an apartment building at the back of a multi-building complex found by following a map on the back of a small business card retrieved from the security guard at the front gate. I was really hoping to find some old poster of Mao and a motorcycle but without any luck. The exhibit itself was fascinating, offering a comprehensive history of Chinese graphic arts from the the early 1900's up to the recent past.
There was one very pleasant morning spent wandering through the Yu Gardens, just around the corner from our hotel.
And a walk over to the Bird, Fish and Insect market.
I've now been back from the trip almost as long as I was away. The container arrived in Seattle a few weeks ago and I washed the last of the Chinese mud off my bike yesterday. In some ways I am still on that ride as not a day passes where I am not thinking back to some person met or experience had. From the the first day on the road when East Indian scooter rider in London giving me the thumbs up when after seeing my license plate asking me if I was riding around the world to the last day riding into Xi'an and that little brown dog. Being the only tourist in that small town on Pag Island in the Adriatic. Tearing up on the hill over looking Sarajevo as the guide relived his time during the siege. Fighting for my space on the roads of Albania. All the border crossings. The wild street party outside the hotel in Istanbul the night before we were to leave. Everything about Turkey. Finding something so comfortable about being in Tbilisi. The people of Iran. The weirdness Ashgabat's empty modern streets and the wonder of standing on the walls of ancient Merv. Riding into Bukhara down back alleys into the central market and middle of the Silk and Spices festival. The Tunnel Of Death and the Pamir Highway in Tajikistan. Finding out I was worth 12-cows in Afghanistan. Crossing into China from Kyrgyzstan. Chinese bureaucracy. Giving away Brian's medallions and watching other people give away Brian's medallions.
A lot of people have asked me what this trip of a lifetime was like and I must apologize for looking confused when answering as there is no way this was a once in a lifetime trip. Plans are already under way for the next adventure - stay tuned...
PS; those little dots up off to my right are yaks. Yes, yaks... how cool is that?