| Shanghai: divided by a river | ||||||
I’m sitting on the 86th floor of the world’s tallest hotel and its third-highest building, sipping a $5 bottle of Tsingtao beer, and I don’t feel welcome. Even though I’m a guest, the waiting staff have glanced with obvious disapproval at my jeans and at the fake designer polo shirt I picked up for next to nothing in Beijing, and frogmarched me towards an uncomfortable high-backed stool in a quiet and poorly lit corner of the bar.
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