It doesn’t often snow in Shanghai, but yesterday it snowed…a lot.
The initial surprise and fascination of watching the falling snow from our office window turned to mutterings and unrepeatable thoughts as we had to make our way home. Darkness descended earlier than usual and every taxi that that could be seen was already ferrying its quota of occupants. So we started to walk – anything to keep warm. Our first day of extracting our winter overcoats from hibernation turned into a day where we should have pulled out every scarf, glove and warm-weather item of clothing that we own. It was freezing and our umbrellas struggled to protect us from the continuing falling flakes as the wind just whipped them underneath and around the umbrellas.
We shivered our way for 3 blocks and then pounced on a taxi driver that was on the opposite side of the road and had decided to do a U-turn to escape the traffic – I wish I knew the word for “hero” in Mandarin – I don’t think he knew just how grateful we were for being rescued from those icy blasts
Coming from Africa, I still find a certain novelty about snow – but I think it is only magical when you can watch it from the comfort of a warm home; or when children can play in it; or when you can choose whether or not to be involved with it!
Today the sun has re-appeared (without bringing any warmth) and the snow is sprinkled across the gardens and rooftops. Some very determined flowers have shrugged off the cold and bravely add some colour to the scene.