The Arrival to China

As I reached Hong Kong airport, I immediately bought a bowl of leek dumplings, ordering in the expert manner of someone who has been to China before and wants to let everyone see that he knows what he's doing. They were absolutely disgusting and tasted of what I would expect petrol to taste like. Having being to PRC before, I was wholly unsurprised when people started barging and frothing at the mouth to get into the departure gate. Naturally, when seats 55-70 were called, all the old ladies who did not have seats in this part of the plane all ran forward frantically, attempting to get through. This annoyed me as I was seat number 66.
Upon arrival, I was met by a Chinese man, "Mr Button" (the most dodgy man in history), who also happened to be picking someone else up. This someone else was clearly in a hurry and not amused by the fact that I had made her wait half an hour. I dealt with this by choosing to talk about my own life when she gave monosyllabic answers to my enthusiastic questions. Mr Button was on fire and making many jokes, each one accompanied by a screech of laughter and a "Funny!!" to emphasize his hilarity. It was like something out of The Hangover... In fairness he was pretty funny.
My re-initiation into Shanghai began with getting completely lost the first 5 or so times I tried to find the subway station... It's because the buildings are so tall that you get completely disorientated. It also led to me registering at the police station 3 days late.