The following morning I awoke to watch the sunrise, and traffic gather in the streets of ShangHai. SLowly the din rose in a crescendo of orgasmic traffic horns, each sounding its own immediacy and warning, building on his predecesors. I pick up my tired self, my head still spinning with the high of new travel, and decide to walk to a nearby park filled with morning children and Tia Chi. I arrived at the park to find it empty, only populated by sleepers beneath the arbers and sweepers pushing brooms through the already gathering filth of the day.
There nestled in the space of the homeless I sit. A ShangHai park, amid the waving roadways dancing girls played in dreams of steel as the butterflies rest their wings on alien flowers. Scents familiar to fancy soaps trade turns with exhaust and faeces, each vying for my nose, seeking attention as all scents do. Spiralled snails hang on the walls hoping to escape the heat of the day and survive to the next, while spotted mosquitoes, ants, and other insects molest my attempts at calm morning reflection.
I move to back to the Hotel where I meet my companions and gathered for a proper Chinese breakfast, of strange dishes and soups all unknown to me. Buns, tea, JiaoZi(Dumplings), all make appearances. We eat our fill and make out way towards the airport, a local airport which would take us to GanZhou.
We boar and exit the plane, a small plane seating no more then 50 people with the style of a 60's rock star. We are met at the airport by a van and carried to our apartments near the center of the city on the main campus of the JiangXi University of Science and Technology.
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