I had the opportunity to enjoy some cha siu bao on my first day in Shanghai, at my hotel. However, I wasn’t feeling so hot, so I opted for lighter fare, believing i would encounter the bao again. Little did I know this ill-fated, might I say hubristic assumption would set me on a soul-searching quest to find the Bao for the entire rest of my time in China. In Beijing I went door to door, i asked everyone I met, I woke up early after long and weary nights to be the first at the dim sum, and still I only tasted Defeat. But now I know for next time: I must Bao Now, or Cry Trying.
China: The Solo Traveller’s Final Boss, or How I Left My Phone in Beijing to Catch My Flight Home From Shanghai.
Despite the panic attack of it all, I couldn’t think of a more fitting denouement for my at-once tempestuous yet tender time in China. I hope somehow one of the several benevolent strangers that helped me make my flight by the skin of my teeth sees this ❤️💛 Thank you for the memory. Lol. And to the newly beloveds I met—see you soon.
P.S. - that first photo is incomplete without the one I took from my phone, which is now Resting in (Battery) Power in Beijing 💔
More tomorrow? 😋
