My Last Nite in Shenzhen...

I'm coming to an end of the writing of my China trip. *phew* It took me almost 8 months to finish uploading the photos and writing about it. Going through all the photos, I miss Pinky's family... you know, I told myself that I won't go to the same country twice as I would rather go to other country which I have not step foot on, but the bond with my host family is there, so I will definitely go again... I do remember what we did on my last nite in Shenzhen, on one hand I look forward to going home but on the other, I felt like I've been staying there for a long time. Staying in a hotel is a different experience compared to being hosted by the locals.

I needed a book to read on my flight back so Pinky took me to the largest book mall in Shenzhen. It was 4 times bigger than the Popular bookstore in Gurney Plaza. We went from the first floor all the way up to the fourth floor. We were quite fast because I couldn't read any of the Chinese books. We asked the book mall staff for the English section. Before long, we were both staring at basic English grammar books which I have tonnes of them piling up at home. Then, we reached the fiction section. I was delighted to grab any English books and to settle down with Sherlock Holmes, I was more than happy. I will not be bothered by the price.

I flipped the book open to check the content of the book. To my horror and dismay, the English book was written completely in Chinese. How could this be? I was so disappointed that I just dragged the both of us out of the place. We were not allowed to bring our bags up with us so we had to keep our things in the locker for free. Because it was such a hi-tech locker which requires us to keep the slip with a string of numbers printed on it, it was the combination to unlock the locker, I thought I was good enough to understand some basic Chinese and anyway it was just to key in a string of numbers, I failed to do so. Pinky was so afraid that I might lock our bags in there forever.

I was quite upset that grandma didn't prepare us any dinner as I was starving. Pinky's mom already has a plan under her sleeves. Since it was my last nite, she wanted to treat me to somewhere nice instead of having home-cooked food.... but I love home-cooked food, coz I get to eat and eat and eat until the pots turned upside down... you can never do that in restaurants. We took a bus to somewhere out of town. It was in a shopping mall which I have no idea how to read the name of the building... so sad right... if I was ever forced to live there forever, I would be lost forever... We landed ourselves in Daiwo Sushi restaurant. The restaurant was empty... empty means bad right? But it wasn't so... I am not a fan of sushi but I do like the one above in particular... and I love sashimi.... 

We ate until we couldn't move, choosing all the expensive stuff in the menu. For the last plate, we played 'scissors, paper, stone' to see who should finish the last plate. Pinky had to finish the last plate. Then we had to walk home... it was such a long walk and we were walking in the dark. I am still wondering why couldn't the municipal council put up more street lights and brighten the place. I could hardly see my own feet. It was so dark if anyone jumped in front of me, I wouldn't even realize it until I bumped into the stranger. If you get robbed there at night, you can NEVER be able to describe the culprit who did it. It was impossible to even see your own finger in front of your own eyes.

We passed by a lot of restaurants by the road side. Grandma has reminded us again and again not to eat at any stalls by the roadside or any restaurants selling weird animals. That restaurant definitely sells dog meat... wasn't that the picture of a Golden Retriever... how could anyone swallow such an adorable and human-like pet dog? Pinky has tasted doggie meat before without her knowledge. She was only told about it after the cooked doggie meat was digested in her stomach and deposited into the manhole.

While walking home, which was so damn far away. It took us almost an hour to walk home but Pinky's mom said it was just a short distant away. Either the mom was encouraging me to walk on or they have walked too often that an hour's walk was considered a short one. According to my diary, a short distance walk would be leaving my room and walking into the bathroom... that was the example to explain the definition of short distance. All of a sudden, we were standing at the back entrance of another shopping mall and we were walking inside to catch a movie. We bought the tickets to watch a midnite movie... if I'm not mistaken we watched the Warhorse... an English movie :D

By the time we walked home it was already 2 in the morning and I still have not pack my luggage to go home. I have already planned my day well for the next day.

My things were every where and frankly speaking, I had no idea how to pack to make sure that I did not pile excessive weight into my weight-limited luggage. I packed until 4:30 in the morning and I had to wake up at 6 a.m. to catch my flight. Pinky and I were chatting at the speed of the lightning... we were running out of time to talk... so we talked and talked and talked until I seriously had to make a move with both my overweight luggage.