Shanghai Some More

Last night, I went to a spa! A real one! I went with my aunt and uncle, soaked in a hot tub and got a foot massage. And the foot massage cost only a whopping $6. I love this country.
Today I went with my aunt to a street market that sells fake Gucci, Prada, Fendi and the like. I didn't really see anything that really caught my interest. The only thing I ended up buying was a purse in this random store in the market that was completely original. Mmm, purses. While we were in there, the store crowded up with English speaking people who couldn't fathom that some Chinese people can actually speak English, so that was pretty amusing. I was also at another store where a woman bought something at 10 times the price that I could have gotten it for simply because she was 1) caucasian and 2) could speak no Chinese.
Speaking of caucasians that speak Chinese, I heard a wonderful tale from my coworker, Shelly, about her unfortunate friend. He's in Shanghai working over the summer too. He's a nice American boy who doesn't know a single word of Chinese. The firm he works for set him up with a place to live, but the bed had to linens. So he went out and bought some pillows and blankets and sheets. On the way home he saw a place that sells really cheap beer. Awesome, he thinks and heads on in. The proprieter sees him holding his pillows and blankets and starts pointing and laughing. The poor guy stands there confused. Then, quite a few scantily clad young ladies walk downstairs and also starts pointing and laughing. Then, the young ladies go up and start touching him inappropriately. I suppose at that moment he realized he'd walked into a brothel and they were laughing because they thought he had brought his own equipment.
Gotta' love China...