It's about time to start with the packing to head home. Sigh. So fast time flies when one is having fun. I'm acutely aware of the clock ticking. I've been sleeping very little in Shanghai, staying awake just to cherish those moments of quiet when everyone else is asleep. I spend alot of time staring at the moon that will be full in a bit.
The BFF is not the BFF without reason. I try not to think about it, but when I hugged her tight at the hotel lobby, I know I've missed her quite badly. Now that it's almost time to go home, I feel like I want to stay here for another month. I really should, except that schedules clash, and I've got to sort out bureaucratic nonsense on the spot to get a visa if I stay beyond 15 days. Then I might as well find a job here to stay on for 6 months or another year. Chehhh.
Whisky has featured quite largely in Shanghai. Heheheheh. I love the whisky bars here. And also with the selection of what we have at home if we want a dram of something in the cold. I'm quite pleased that with my superb packing skills and the help of bubble wrap and clothes to cushion the box, the bottle of Tobermory 32y.o didn't break in the checked-in suitcase. That was the first thing I hauled out to inspect for minute breakage.
Now that I've 'gotten rid' of everything meant for everyone else, my suitcases are practically empty. I did so much sightseeing and so little actual shopping. I didn't bother to buy anything for anyone. I won't have time to meet the friends. The man's newly-bought clothes don't take up space, and the ummm....packs of Tempo tissues I bought are extremely squishable. A bit of this and that, but nothing bulky. There's zilch for me to ship home separately. What a refreshing change!