Thursday, July 17, 2014

Typhoon time: In awe of Shanghai weather

Last Sunday, after having his phone drowned in typhoon rain on his way home from football, the Irishman and I took a walk to our local Xinjiang/Muslim Noodle restaurant. The rain had cleared, leaving the air thick with moisture and heat as it had been for the last week or so. Shanghai occasionally has thunderstorms, especially at this time of year, so I am told. Usually when these storms occur, they clear, leaving cooler weather and cleaner air. So I opted not to bring an umbrella.

After I got my spicy take-out noodles, we started to walk towards home. Ten steps into our 15 minute journey, we saw people ahead of us sprinting towards the buildings on our left. I had just enough time to say, "Why are all those people running?" when *click*, like a switch had been flicked, some of the hardest rain I have experienced in my life started to beat down on us.

Car and motorcycle alarms were triggered by the force.

Immediately soaking wet, we took shelter in a real estate office that was nearby. Some teenage boys, absolutely drenched, followed us in, sprinting. Employees stared at us awkwardly as we all peered out the door at the sheets of rain coming out of the sky. An English speaking Chinese man who had been standing in the doorway when we ran in kindly offered us his umbrella. We declined and, against the urging of the others gathered in the office, braved the storm for half a block, ducking into the DVD shop that was next on our itinerary.

The DVD salesman quickly got us tissues to mop up our dripping bodies while we browsed pirated movies. (I admit I would normally have guilt about this but if you have experienced Chinese internet speeds, you would understand why we cancelled our Netflix account. And legit DVDs are all but impossible to acquire.)

After grabbing a few terrible comedies and a depressing Irish movie involving a lot of sarcasm, death, and casual racism (how many of these are there?), we trotted ourselves back out to the street to grab a bottle of wine from the convenience store (49 rmb/$8 for a Chilean cab sauv at convenience stores located on basically every block in urban Shanghai...I may never leave) and head home.

Hand in hand, we relished the full force of water that was unrelenting. Chinese people, loathe to have rain or sunshine touch their skin, gawked at us through shop doorways and windows.

In such a busy metropolis, typhoons force everyone to slow down, take a break, and be a bit patient. A typhoon on a Sunday, with no work, no plans, and no damage caused is a gift. People in our neighbourhood find us strange but are hospitable and friendly. I felt so happy.

Typhoons do not make Charlie happy

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