This Sunday instead of escaping up a mountain or out to the blue collar suburbs, I decided to trial run a bicycle commute to Shenzhen Bay area, which is where three of the four companies on my shortlist are located.
It is also a part of town where there are like, McLaren dealerships. And, obviously, where a huge number of foreigners congregate.
I biked to the seaside and then walked to the area where my new work might be. It's very generic and expensive but whatever. It's just work. I can bring a packed lunch.
Then I continued on to Shekou, which is the historical foreign enclave of Shenzhen.
There are a lot of white people here. It's very disconcerting.
I decided to head to the laowai bar which was my home when I first got to this city. The location has moved into a shopping mall because fuuuuck rich China. But it's basically the same. They play the same godawful classic rock. The punters are the same bunch of Brexit/Trump supporting douche canoes that make me weep for the future of the west.
But. Apparently the last time I was here I drunkenly recharged my membership card with a spectacular amount of money. So I am currently drinking for free and it's great.
I have not had a proper Sunday afternoon session since Berlin. Obviously the music here is much, much worse. But getting very fucking drunk on Sunday afternoon is a great antidote to the typical Sunday blues. I know I have to go to work tomorrow but I don't care. At all.
I miss this feeling.
[Berlin is the only place in the world that has real fucking proper rave parties on Sunday afternoon. Bars are okay, but I wish I could dance a bit to burn off all the carbs.]
It's a little embarrassing that the more you drink, the more classic rock and country sounds... well, no, it's still terrible. Tolerable. I feel like I am at a dive bar in America.
Phil Collins remains the best classic rock. I want to hit the drums. I want to hit ALL THE DRUMS.
And drive a Ferrari at night.
It's still day.