Shanghai-based blogger Elaine Chow plunks down 150 kuai and writes, "It took one last elevator to bring me up those three final levels. This time, as I stepped out of the elevator and into the walkway, it was hard not to gasp." Read it all here. And read all of Elaine's Gizmodo posts here.
I love how writers keep starting their Shanghai stories with descriptions of the "fog."
Do they get the joke, or do they really think it is fog?