The hotel stave are favorable and anxious to please , but even when they ultimately understand my request , they do n’t quite interpret my logical thinking . Nevertheless , after all the pantomime and apologia , they are bringing me a force adapter .
I was wise , you see , and only brought things that take batteries . All my AC transcriber can handle up to 240 volts , so all I ’d ask was a physical conjugation that would convert the three - prong Chinese male plug into a standard two - prong American one . No penury for a heavy emf converter like the one I ’d schlepped all the style to Germany eld ago , only to name my laptop ’s power adapter could handle the gamey — or is Germany lower?—voltage just fine .
But on this head trip to Shenzhen , I ’d forgotten to actually bring an arranger . I ’m in a rather nice hotel — almost uncomfortably swank , to be good , but it was the cheapest one listed on the travel site — that looks like underbooked , so often there are half - a - twelve staff member expect to serve to me . Plus , being the savvy traveller my shabby but sturdy canvas pants have been specially selected to denote , I often strike up hotel for stuff I forget . razor , irons , toothbrushes . If you ’ve ever marvel who really likes all the single - serving hotel toiletries , who would in reality take great pleasure in pile up them each evening only to enjoy in the discovery of young breed from housekeeping in the dawn , who stays in nice hotels but then act like a tacky fool without the willpower to turn over down a complimentary sewing outfit wrapped up like a packet of sugar — that person is me . I am a hotel abuser . Would you like some hot sauce or ketchup in a packet ? I have several variety .
I ’m drain the last of my iPad ’s battery busily not getting on Twitter , which is cast out — which I knew , I guess , but it ’s still strange to have a website actually just be turned off — and my doorbell rings . In comes a bellman , gross with a power strip which will convert one three - prong Chinese sockets into … four more three - prong Chinese socket .
I snap up the iPad ’s courser from the desk and go through the motion . “ I involve this , ” I say with extremely exact enunciation , which get to me hope he does n’t understand English at all , because then he might ascertain my clean consonants and Von Trap vowel really disdainful , “ To secure into this , ” and I act like I ’m going to plug the AC adapter into the Chinese socket .
The bellman looks at me . He looks at the major power comic strip . He look at the transcriber for my iPad .
He takes the AC adapter from me and plugs it into the Chinese socket . * Those two up - and - down slot at the bottom of the socket ? For US power plugs . employment just fine .
I laugh into a suspiration — my most unwashed manifestation since I hit the ground . “ I ’m so silent ! I ’m dark ! ” The bellboy turns neatly and leaves me alone with my thoughts , which I ’m cataloging meticulously on my own private Twitter , retweeting the especially sententious ones by email them to myself .
Which is to say : Hello from Shenzhen , China , the City Where Your Stuff Is Made . Why I ’m here is a long story — or it ’s function to be — but for now I thought I ’d take some notes and pictures and share them with you , as well as these handy traveling backsheesh .
You ’re welcome .
- People are cue me that these are “ world-wide ” sockets that also accept UK plugs , etc . That makes me even more dim !
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