a life in shanghai...

the past week has been a whirlwind, feeling much more like a month with all that I have seen, eaten, experienced...and all those that I have met. I feel completely immersed in the life here and have even begun to find my way around the city, taking subways, speaking with the locals (still limited to 'hello' and 'thank you', spoken mostly with the eyes). one night I attended an art opening of international female artists at a wonderful space (www.1918artspace.com) followed by a grand 'hot pot' dinner with the artists. the Chinese dining experience is quite an event in itself! last night I met several friends at Barbarossa, a favorite moroccan lounge of mine, placed most serenely on a lake, and onwards to Bar Rouge for champagne in the rain and a dance amidst the ex-pats.

today a tasty brunch at Sasha's with Crystyl, Anthony and Blair who has flown in from Hong Kong. what dear friends I have made in this city which has most graciously drawn me in! the 'Art in America' show at the Shanghai Museum and MOCA (Museum of Contemporary Art) satisfied my mild cravings of the city and culture I left behind. I will miss this place and it's people and the life that I have found here. indeed parting is such sweet sorrow as I bid farewell to Shanghai and prepare to greet Tibet.

shanghai!

I arrived to Shanghai not knowing a soul. on my first night I made my way to '3 on the Bund', a prime location including Jean Georges and many other fine eateries and bars. It was there that I met several strangers who soon became friends and began what feels like a very privileged life. I found a home in People Square, downtown Shanghai, at the warm hospitality of Georg, a german ex-pat, one of many in this continuously growing foreign community. days here are hot amidst the polluted air, but my curiosity provokes me to wander these seemingly unnavigatable streets where noone speaks English and I am at the mercy of a map and any written scraps of paper bearing the name of my destination in Chinese. while it is strange and uncomfortable to feel so helpless I am deeply fascinated with the life here. my eyes speak volumes while my voice cannot. surely I will not take the ease of communication for granted when I land on familiar soil.the art world of China is finding its voice in this city of fervent growth and energy. I spent an afternoon at Moganshan Road, a mass of ateliers revealing artistic provocation. much of these works are clearly politically driven.

my favorite neighborhood is the French Concession, flavoured with the charm of Paris. tree lined streets filled with boutiques as well as many trendy restaurants. Shanghai is indeed a city of eating which I am doing much of, including such delicacies as pigs knuckles and soups that I can't even begin to describe...and shopping, which I have not been doing so much of as my shoe size (39.5) is non-existant and a size 6 is translated into XL !?

hong kong

From one island to another. I arrived to Hong Kong after three weeks under the Bali sun, it was not easy to leave, yet I was eager to enter a new space of culture and movement. Hong Kong is a unique city with it's Asian flair and European influences, filled with habitants from all over the world. we are staying with friends in the soho neighborhood, and feeling quite at home. a day of carousing the sloped streets, up to Victoria's Peak for a proper view and back down to join the locals and ex-pats in the revelry of dining and dancing...
the view from "Aqua" prior to the lightshow...the perfect moment of nightfall.

to live and laugh

love and laughter are key ingredients towards a happy life. "I often laugh at nothing, but I always laugh" says Mudarta, who I call the laughing man. a Balinese local with a contagious smile and warm countenance, whose laughter provokes a smile in even the most dour face. Mudarta has a very wise approach to life. such wisdom is learned in the invaluable school of life and cannot be taught. I took a liking to him immediately, and in the days that followed we drove throughout Bali, to the sacred temple of Tanah Lot where I was blessed with holy water, and far away to the still active Batur volcano. time of visual stimulation and insights. it is through such interaction with others that I learn the most about life.

skillfullly crafted masks found on the roadside in Ubud.

gili trawangan

after my most exhilarating diving experience to date (it was my 6th dive!!) in the waters near Padang Bai, where I spotted several sharks, a tiger ray and an assortment of fish in multifarious shapes and colors, we boarded a ferry to the island of Gili Trawangan, near Lombok. a four hour ride into a glorious sunset. the island is inhabited by warm souls, cats with uniquely short tails and donkeys which provide the transportation. sooji and I met many people from distant lands, and together we shared this lucid dream.