Arrr! Shanghai be swabbed by Typhoon Bebinca, the fiercest gale in seventy moons! Batten down the hatches, mateys!
2024-09-16
Arrr, the city be havin' a right ruckus! All flights be scuttled and grand attractions locked tighter than a sailor’s chest, all ‘cause o’ a three-day holiday! It’s a jolly good time fer a landlubber to be marooned, I say! Ahoy, where be me rum?
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn 'bout a city that be takin' a right turn into the stormy seas of chaos! Aye, on the days of merriment and jubilation, when all were meant to be celebratin' like raucous buccaneers, the city decided to hoist the Jolly Roger and cancel all flights at its two grand airports! Aye, 'tis a right kerfuffle!With a hearty "Nay!" echoing through the skies, the plunderin' travelers found themselves stuck on the shores of land, their booty of vacation dreams dashed as flat as a sailor's pancake on a calm sea. But wait, there be more! The city, in its infinite wisdom (or perhaps folly), also closed its major attractions, leavin' family crews and landlubbers alike scratchin' their heads in confusion.
“What be the point of a three-day holiday if we can’t feast our eyes on grand sights?” they cried, as they looked upon the closed gates like forlorn scallywags who’ve lost their treasure map. So here we stand, a band of pirates without a ship, trapped in a port where revelry be but a whisper. Aye, 'tis a funny world, where a holiday turns into a landlocked adventure! So raise a tankard, me hearties, for sometimes the winds of fate blow in the most peculiar directions!