On a hot, hazy, mid-may morning we set out whooping and cheering across the start line as if the following 42km were going to be a stroll in the park. Indeed, the whoops and cheers soon dissipated in favour of puffs and pants as the first 5km of the course took us up a constant slope to the foot of the Great Wall.


Hidden above the tourism epicentre that is People’s Square, Kathleen’s 5 looks down on the trees (and up at the giant screens) from atop the fusty Shanghai Art Museum. The signs lead you to a seemingly steam-driven lift, up a flight of stairs and through a couple of old-school corridors before emerging on to the building’s decked rooftop, twinkling bar, chinking glasses and somehow piped-in sensation of exclusivity.


On the sixth floor of the stratified Shanghai-elite incubator that is Bund-3, resides Laris. Head-to-toe in white marble and a killer skyline peeking through the window, it has the appearance (and probably spaciousness) of Jay-Z’s bathroom.


Pit lane seats opposite the Mclaren garage at a cracking race which included rain on the first lap, 5 tyre changes, queuing Ferraris and a British one-two. All to the sound of 700bhp.


Shanghai International Circuit, about an hour North West of the city, has it's own subway station, Chinese character style layout ('Shang' 上) and hoards of touts who will get you through the turnstyles with a vendor's badge if you grease their palms with a fistful of red notes.