On our last morning in Shanghai we had a little time before making our way to the airport. These are the views from my hotel room; you can see the reflection from the windows here and there.
Yes, I was a long way up and that was the case with almost every hotel we stayed in during our tour. (A good thing.)
I’ve upped the contrast, used a filter to darken and sharpen the smoggy views in the distance, and applied a few other Lightroom tricks to make the scene look brighter and more attractive than it actually was.
So these 5 photos go from left (looking southwest) to right (northwest.) The common element in the first four pictures is a beautiful bridge (the Inner Ring Elevated Road) over the Huangpu River. China builds very impressive and beautiful bridges.
Far left of scan.
2nd left of scan. The tall buildings on the skyline in the middle are Pudong. The top of the Oriental Pearl Tower can barely be seen through the smog just over where the cables start.
Middle of five photos. There is a strong reflection from the hotel window in this photo and to the left of that, almost at the edge, you can faintly see the Oriental Pearl Tower.
4th photo. You can really appreciate the volume of commercial traffic.
Last photo. There are cranes, boats and industrial warehousing all along this stretch of the Huangpu river.
After breakfast we went to the airport where our flight to Wuhan was delayed by two or three hours. When we finally arrived in Wuhan, we had no time to tour, or eat, but we were subjected to a local tour guide who boarded our bus and prattled on about how many different kinds of cars were manufactured in his city (the only fact I remember!). We were not a very receptive audience! He continued to drone on when it grew dark until we got a break from him at one of the worst (I-will-leave-to-your-imagination) rest stops of the tour. We had a very late supper at our destination, Yichang, and it was after 11 pm when we boarded our ship for a four-night, three-day cruise up the Yangtze, through the Three Gorges Dam, and on Chungking.
I had been wondering up until Yichang where the poor people were (and why we were not seeing them.) In Yichang I found out. Porters milled around our arriving bus and then carried our luggage, two pieces at a time, on the ends of a yoke, down a very steep ramp /stairs to the ship. I don’t know who paid them but was wishing I had been prepared to give them tips.
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