This city continues to test me. After waking up a bit earlier this morning for a run before I had to go into University for this damn health test I got into the elevator and descended the 27 floors to the ground level only to realise that the doors were not going to open. Brilliant. Stuck in an elevator, an hour before I had to be at Uni, without any language skills and very little faith in the maintenance crews powers of deduction and common sense.
I rang the bell many times before somebody answered, in Mandarin of course. After trying to explain in very bad, broken Chinese that I did not understand them and that I was on Level 1 they sent somebody. But they also did not speak a word of English. I frantically yelled ‘Wo bu dong! Wo bu dong!’ (I don’t understand) an banged on the doors. Convinced that I may just spend the rest of my days in this confined space if I relied on their terrible mechanical skills I scaled the wall and tried to open the manhole. After removing one section I realised that I could not get out through the ceiling. They had sealed the metal casing shut with many, many screws.
Cursing this damn city, I banged and banged, but to no avail. After what seemed like an eternity, with intermittent 'communication’ to the apartment security, the lift began to move. I pressed level 8 and jumped out as soon as I could. After walking up the remaining 19 floors I heard someone enter the same lift, go down to the first floor and ring the emergency alarm bell.
Does nothing work in this country?
Fuck elevators. I’m taking the stairs.
[The photos above are from a day trip to a water town about fourty five minutes outside of Shanghai. It was freezing but beautiful. A little too touristy but it was still nice to escape from this hectic bustle.]