After a drizzly not-so-exciting winter, the sun seems to have found Shanghai once again. My Chinese evolution is probably best noted by the fact that when I arrived in August, I was too afraid of the pollution to sit on my balcony and take it the street scenes below. And now--I've stopped checking the app. It's 22c outside and by God, I'm going to enjoy it; April in London rarely sees these temperatures.
I've been low on the upkeep of my travels in the last two months. Having just arrived back from Indonesia, I am acutely aware that the holiday memories fade the longer I take to write. Our February Chinese New Year holiday to the Philippines was filled with so much random weirdness, I'm not quite sure where to begin. Off the back of that, I headed to Tiger Leaping Gorge on a school trip. And last week's trip to Indonesia was simple--beaches, poolside, not much to write home about. Beautiful, don't get me wrong, but possibly rather uninspired.
What's difficult to fathom in all of this is that I'm rounding off the last ten weeks of my first school year in Shanghai. Ten weeks, one exam class, one International Award Gold trip and a series of report writing deadlines is what separates me from a 7-week summer that's loosely, roughly, haphazardly planned.
One thing's for certain, it promises to be a busy one.
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