Procrastinating

OK so first off, I realize the baseball playoffs were supposed to spur to write once a week on here. You can see how well that turned out. Anyways, for posterity's sake, I was going to pick the Sox to beat the Rockies the in 5. Now I realize you may not believe me, but if I was going to cheat on the pick, why wouldn't I make it perfect? I thought the Rockies would pull one out in Denver, but they sucked that bad, o well...
Anyways, I may as well write another China post instead of writing an essay so I'm going to write about transportation in on the mainland. Now, there are many types of transportation in China. In my 6 months there, I rode in taxis, subways, trains, city buses, sleeper buses, a tugboatish thing (one of the scariest experiences of my life. We were in Shanghai crossing the Bund so we could go look at the other side of the city and we decided, instead of a second trip down the Psychadelic Tunnel [don't ask...] we would take a boat. Well, the only ferry boat was a rickety old tugboat that looked like it could barely cross the river. Of course we hopped right on. Anyway, aside from the unseaworthiness (is that even a word?) of the vessel, there was also the issue of all the crazy Chinese people on motorbikes also on the boat. We were a group of 7 [I think] and were walking so we boarded first and just walked to the other end of the boat since the passenger "deck" was just an empty area on the lowest level of the boat. So we were standing in front of the gate when suddenly a giant roar erupts behind us and it's the sound of about 200 high polluting motorbikes speeding onto the boat. Now, if you've read previous posts, you know Chinese people don't enjoy waiting in line. So you can imagine that chaos behind us as all the people had to speed onto the boat so they could be first in line to disembark. Some of the smarter people in our group scurried off the to side of the deck to escape the madness. It was the smart thing to do. Obviously, I stayed where I was. So after the loading process ends and we start crossing the river, those of us who didn't move realized we were in the middle of the deck, surrounded by motorbikes who obviously would not think twice about running over some idiot Americans who stood in their way of getting off the boat .5 seconds sooner. Essentially, we were fucked. So we reach the other side and no sooner is the platform set up then all the motorbikes start up at once and a shitstorm ensues. We legitimately didn't move for a solid minute because if we had, we would have been run over. To make matters worse, the retards behind us WHO SAW THAT WE WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME were honking at us because we wouldn't get out of their way, even though there was nowhere to fucking go. So anyway, finally the anarchy died down and we were thoroughly laughed at by our smarter companions. The lesson: Chinese people are an impatient lot). I just realized this post was supposed to be about the perils of taxis, but I just went off on a wicked long tangent, so we'll call it a day here and I'll post again soon.