The Huangpu River bifurcates the metropolis into Puxi and Pudong (“xi” means west and “dong” means east). I live in Pu Dong, or Pu Jersey as the expats on the other more eventful side call it. In the 1990’s, the area was farmland. Now, it’s one of the newest and most built up districts in Shanghai.
Above is the view from my twentieth-floor apartment in Pudong. Below is a close-up of the base of the skyscraper in the top-left corner.
I work in the World Plaza. Though the English letters are conspicuously written above the entrance for all passerby to see, if you say “World Plaza” a block away, no one will know what you’re talking about. The 50-cent DVD dealer outside the entrance probably would not know where to direct you.
It confuses my senses to see New York names here, especially since Union Square is supposed to be southeast of Times Square, like in Manhattan. Pudong places them only a busy block apart from one another.
The most hazardous aspect of my 15-minute walking commute is crossing the street. I feel like I almost get run over on almost every crossing. Taxi cabs in particular appear to be exempt from the rules.