I landed in Shanghai on a saturday night, tired, after two days of traveling, to find a city that was not exactly what i had pictured.
Instead of the incessant rivers of people crowding the streets I found wide spaces with less people than I thought there would be. The modern city I had heard of was only half there, mixed among older buildings, temples, two floor highways and small alleys.
I also learned that the sun set early in the night, at around 6pm, but it also rose early the next day, giving the city dwellers approximately 12 hours of sunlight. In the mornings, as the sun came up, elderly people came out of their apartments and filled parks and plazas. I saw them everywhere doing tai-chi, practicing their instruments, walking and stretching out.
As the day goes by in Shanghai, the city starts to wake up; bicycles and motorcycles crowd every intersection and fill every available parking space on the sidewalks. None of these vehicles seemed new, in fact many seemed rusty and held together by magical forces. Some of them were so loaded with boxes and sacks of fruit and vegetables, that I wondered how their riders managed to keep their balance.
There were less cars than I expected.
The city is huge, and from its highest easily accessible viewpoint, at 474 meters, on the 100th floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center, I could see the city expanding endlessly in every direction.
Shanghai is believed to have a population of 23million people, but rumors say that it can grow up to 40million during certain times of the year if you count chinese tourists and the illegal immigrants that come from the countryside looking for an opportunity of making it in the city. However you don't really see them on the streets. I believe that this city was planned so that all its inhabitants could get by smoothly without it feeling too crowded, because of this everything seems vast and sort of desolate for such a large city.
However the people are there and although the streets are wide, the living and working spaces are small. People's lives pour out into the sidewalks. They hang their clothes to dry out on the streets; sometimes on trees, sometimes on clothes racks placed in the middle of the sidewalks and sometimes even on light posts. In some areas of the cities people's work also happens on the streets, and so you find tailors with their old sewing machines fixing clothes outside of their shops and restaurants cooking right out of their doors.
Shanghai is a city of contrasts where rich mix with poor, modern urban locals with countryside immigrants, modern offices in skyscrapers with older residential buildings, atheists with believers; ultimately the old and the new.
