I’ve already posted about my first time in Shanghai. That was a very short stay and very stressful. But it went well in the end. My second stay didn’t start very well either. And that had much to do with money.
First of all: I entered China without a single yuan (RMB), but armed with a Visa card and an American Express card. That seemed fine until I couldn’t talk any of the ATMs in the arrival hall to accept any of them. However, there were a girl who helpfully suggested that I could take a taxi at a fixed price of 250 RMB (about 35 USD or 30 Euros?) – in that case I could pay with credit card. I hesitated – as Lonely Planet had warned against accepting taxi services from people in the arrivals hall, as you would be better served by going outside to the taxis, and pay about 140 RMB. So I walked on. Then at another counter, another girl adviced me to take a taxi to my hotel – for the fixed price of 300 RMB. At this time, I started to get tired of the entire idea of taking a taxi.
Moreover, I still wanted to get some cash. Getting to the hotel in the evening and maybe having to start looking in dark and unknown streets for an ATM didn’t seem very tempting. So I went up to the departure floor to try my luck with the ATMs there. No luck. So I asked the people behind the Exchange counter if I could withdraw money from my credit card there? No, I couldn’t, but the girl there pointed out yet another ATM. So I tried it – same result. Still no money.
By this time, I guess I had walked around the airport for almost an hour. I was in no rush, and I did have a backup plan – I had 30 Euros which I could exchange. I went back down to the arrival floor, and asked in the Exchange counter there if I could withdraw money from my credit card there. Yes, I could! A surcharge of 3 % seemed like nothing – and I was a bit upset that the girl in Departures could not point out this simple fact…
So with 2000 RMB in my pocked, I still didn’t want to cave in to the taxi people, so I took a bus to the Shanghai Railway Station. I happily paid 33 RMB for the ticket, only to find out later that I had payed for two people, due to some strange misunderstanding involving a woman behind me who wanted her husband in front of the bus to pay for her. The ticket woman payed me back 20 RMB, so the bus ticket was 13 RMB.
However, at Shanghai Railway Station, things started to get silly again. After fighting off the hotel people hitting me with their brochures, not wanting to accept the fact that I had already booked a room, I was approached by a guy wanting to take me to my hotel. He wanted 80 RMB. I knew that the distance was perhaps 2 km, so I didn’t accept. He suggested 70 RMB. I went over to a taxi, and the taxi driver wanted 100 RMB. By this time, I just walked away, planning to just look at the map and try to start walking (it was still daytime). But then the first guy came running after me, suggesting 50 RMB this time. I accepted.
There’s something silly about all of this. In Norway, I wouldn’t hesitate to pay the equivalent of 80 RMB (which is, by the way, about 80 NOK) for a short taxi trip. But I know that things are cheaper in China, and the feeling that I’m being cheated is not pleasant, even though I can certainly afford being cheated. It’s a bit tiresome. I don’t mind paying a bit too much, but would prefer not paying double of what other people pay…
Anyway, I got to the hotel, and by the time I was settled in the room, it was 8 at night. So I decided to call room service for something to eat and call it a day. I always prefer to start investigating an unknown city in daylight.