After we were refueled we decided to walk to another
part of town. On our way we wandered
into a little souvenir shop and there it was.
An escalator, going down under the building, dwelled in the back of this
random store. We went down the moving
staircase to find a bunch of vendors dealing and bargaining with
customers. We found one! We spent the next hour or so walking around
haggling and buying little things that we wanted or got for gifts for those back
home. Even though I’m not very good at
haggling, I have to admit it was kind of fun.
There was this sort of rush that went along with bargaining; it almost
turned into a sort of game. We left the
underground area with a sense of energy and joy at getting some good
deals. We then continued to the area we
planned to go to when we got distracted by the underground market.
We went to what we thought was supposed to be “Old
Town,” but I’m not 100% sure that’s where we actually ended up. We stumbled upon this area with tons of
vendors similar to the ones at the previous underground market. If we were impressed by the market we came
across earlier, our minds were blown when we came to this place. There was a building about seven stories tall
filled with vendors, and on the streets there were more filling every nook and
cranny of the area. It was pretty
amazing how many people were trying to sell things. It was fun at times, but at the same time it
got kind of scary when the people would push so hard for you to buy something
from them and to have people all up in your grill trying to show you what they
have for you to buy. I felt very
overwhelmed in this area. There was one
moment when a man was trying to sell Kyle a North Face jacket, but in order to
get to his “store” we had to go through this little alley and go into this
little room that had jackets and sunglasses and other “brand name” items. I know it sounds sketchy. I thought the exact
same thing when we were going there, but I guess it is kind of the norm to do
that if you want those kinds of items.
It still seems sketch to me though.
We left the chaotic market area and headed to get some dinner. We ended up at a Canadian restaurant/bar… yes
Canadian. I don’t know why there is a
Canadian restaurant in China when I have never heard of Canadian food. We walked back toward the ship and got to see
a gorgeous view of the city at night. We
got back to the ship and I was going to go out to some bars with Shelley and
some of her friends. We started to walk
back into town, but didn’t really end up going anywhere. We walked and walked and walked some more
until we made a funny-shaped loop. At
that point Shelley and I decided that we’d just go back to the ship and go to
bed because we both had to pack for our trips the next day and get some
sleep. We got back and I took off my
shoes to find some lovely blisters that had formed on the bottom of my pinky
toes… seriously, who gets blisters there?
I grabbed some of my lovely Band-Aids that Keenan so kindly gave me for
Christmas and wrapped my injured toes before going to bed.
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