Day 3

I wake up at 4:10 unexpectantly. I make the run to the bathroom, uhh oh not good. I am sick. Sick like something I ate was bad. Or maybe I had too much oils and fried food. I am not used to this, my cook at home usually cooks without frying or boiling in oil. I try to go back to sleep, but I keep on visiting the bathroom. I have to tell you, that is one nice bathroom.

I drink some water, take a shower and get ready for work. We decide that today we are going to take the Subway. I am excited, my brother said that this is cool.We are taking the subway later in the day because we do not want to deal with rush hour on the subway. I am still surprised at how many people are waiting for the train. (check out the picture of the american I snapped, doesn't he look out of place)


The trains are packed full of people. I carry my backpack on one shoulder and I pull it around to the front of me. This is not very fun because my laptop is heavy. We are jammed in. There is not a side of my body that is not being touched by someone else. I must be touching 6 people at the same time. That has to be a record for me. I can see over everyones head, this is nice.

In order to get to the office there are two transfers that we need to take. Finally the third train is not as packed. But there is somethign just as annoying going on. A lady has her cell phone playing music as loud as it can play it. It is cranked and super tin'ie from the small speakers. The music is like a slow rock but in Chinese, I respect the fact that she wants us to hear her music but please get a better speaker system. We move down further on the car and there is another person doing the same thing, although not as loud. Weird.

One thing the subway trip makes me realize is that the Chinese people are not as backward as I thought. They all had their cell phones and their IPods, and some had laptop bags. This country and its people are tech savy and as modern as any US city. One cool this was looking out the window coming into one station, a comercial was broadcast on the tunnel wall. The comercial was not the cool part, the cool part was that we were moving and we could see the commercial on the tunnel wall as if we were standing still. Hopefully that description makes sense, because it was cool.

We end our journey, I am feeling worse, we walk a ways and arrive at work. It turns out that others are not feeling well either. We do some work for a couple of hours, I do not break for lunch. Just water for me. We leave work earl and take a taxi back. I take some more pictures of the buildings during the taxi ride:



The buildings are so impressive to me,

We arrive at my hotel a different way. I take a picture:


Cool huh?

I realize that I need to rest. I am a sweaty mess and I feel like crap. I take some pepto that someone real cool made me pack. My friend runs out to a couple of stores and comes back with a Chinese remedy. I take it also. He leaves and I pass out for the next 13 hours. What a waste of a day. I am depressed that I eas not able to explore or see great new things.