Saturday: Mike drove me to shitty United terminal 7. Security, takeoff, drink, food, sleep, food, Shanghai airport.
Sunday: Mr Peng picked me up from the airport. He was not Mr Ping who is Po's dad. Thought the company was doing some sort of theme thing: but no. Bought some milk for tea in the morning which involved a certain amount of guessing, since I don't read the Chinese.
Monday: Which is really Sunday afternoon in the US. Woke up at 5am. Here are two views out of my balcony. This is the skyline which is a bit foggy/smoggy.
And this is the building opposite which is 37ish floors high. It is the same as my building. The drop is sickening:
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