Glo' chose to return to the puppet theatre this morning so we made our way there slowly through Shamian Island. We are desperate to find Glo' shoes as she grew out her travelling pair earlier this week and is now down to one pair of sandals. Wet ones to be exact. Unfortunately Jennifer's is no longer there and everything else is baby galore.
The rush to the puppet theatre was amazing. In general Chinese neither push or shout but when it comes to taking the little price or princess to a day out they scream the place down while beating each other to the ticket desk.
Naturally the show (452 seats) was sold out. The man before us with his princess threw a complete tantrum. The staff recognised us from earlier this week, quietly asked for 120 RMB, gave us a hand written note and pointed to the theatre door. They brought us separate seats to sit in the aisle. Very kind of them as they were turning dozens of families away from the door.
It was Pinoccio. Puppet theatre maybe but roles were played by adults in costumes. Some very clever puppets appeared at times as crowd in the back. This Pinoccio was not exactly as I remember it. Even with my language skills I understood it was about a man who was so desperate for a son he made one out of wood (how appropriate!). Many new and exciting characters appeared. A very gay fox, a Scottish cat in kilt and red toory, fairies and and a friendly fish in the bottom of the sea.....Not to mention the very Scottish ballads and Bollywood dance routines.
The real surprise came when the baddies in a boat pulled out a rocket propelled grenade launcher and shot Pinoccio not once but twice!!!! Gepetto then went round the stage picking up the pieces of Pinnocio.
All in all a wonderful show. Glo' enjoyed it, the cast and special effects were first class and the audience loved every minute of it. We laughed half the way to Lucy's restaurant (lunch) and to be honest we had missed all the language based jokes.
In the metro we we chatted to by Saudi business men who were very much hoping we would be interested in the same things than they were. Daddy's eyes were twinkling and when we got out he pointed out that they had thought us a Muslim family as I was wearing a head scarf:-))
It was more rain and this time a trip round machinery markets before hotel, supper and bed.
I'll send a picture later, now to eat.
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