Haibao
I'm a Shanghai kinda guy. Definitely not, but it just rhymes nice.
Directly adjacent to the man on the ceiling, I enjoyed one of the greatest soy lattes and a delicious slice of heaven.
Loved this fish tank. It's built directly into the wall and you can creep on the folks next door.
This building had me geeked out for a hot one. I don't know what color it didn't turn in to. In fact, I'm gonna say it, I don't want to know about any color that this building hasn't shown me.
The spot next door to my hotel has the ill doorway.
Fish comfortably circled me.
Shanghai lights.
Out to dinner.
Shoes.
My partner in crime, Miss Rareez.
Late night eating at Grandma's Place. I was this close to cutting off one of their little fins. Only joking, I don't eat dolphin, nor do I support shark killing through eating shark fin soup. I do have some photos of the menu at this place that I most certainly will post soon. Gnar.
This is the main strip in Shanghai. Or whatever you may call the fanciest shopping street.
It goes forever in both directions.
You know when you go to a foreign place you wonder who is the biggest star or celeb there. Like who the fuck are the locals really feeling? Meet Haibao. He is the mascot for the Shanghai Expo that rocked the entire city. Yes, he resembles a dollop of toothpaste. So fresh and so clean, clean, that little gentleman Haibao.
Dirty Shanghai street cat.
Right next to the biggest Cartier store.
I told you he was popular. Haibao is seriously everywhere. He even has his own security barricade. Everyone wants a piece of his tasty marshmallow center.
Peep. Just a regular street corner in Shanghai, right?
Think again! Haibao layin' in the motherfuckin' cut.
At some point in the night I went to the bathroom. I don't care if I don't understand Chinese. The last thing I want to see when I'm about to whip it out and take a piss is a happy face with a broken wrist saying, "Hi."
Barbie Shanghai. And yes, her eyes slightly differ than the one you grew up with.
Ok, I got this crazy concept for my new restaurant. You know how old diners had booths? Great, right? No, no, but fuck that. I want suspended swing benches over rocks.
Nice rack.
And now I'm blogging from the hottest airport ever. I seriously am losing my mind. I am about to faint. And just when I find a place for cool water, the machine is set to 98 degrees. I could make fucking hot chocolate from this cool water machine. Keep me very far away from the hot water machine. Liquid hot magma and shit.
Enjoy today. Safe travels to me. Catch up with y'all tomorrow.