Storm-drain diving

So two days ago I couldn't say I had been inside of a storm drain by my feet...well today I can! Check off one more notch on the belt. After we came out of the Shanghai tunnel following a nice night out, a friend (who will not be named) pulled out his phone to make a call. No doubt that the sight of all the Portland women latched onto the sailors in town for fleet week made him shake with anger so much that he dropped his phone down the storm drain. Now the nice bouncer made sure that we could pull off the metal grate to the drain and had brooms to try and pick the thing out of the sludge at the bottom. Then the bouncer informed us the only way to really do it was to lower someone into the abyss. There were no volunteers so I took one for the team. I emptied my pockets and had some of my friends and unlucky bystanders hold me by the legs and lower me in. Well I got that cell phone and despite the dirt covering my hands I was once again victorious...this time over storm drains and cell phones. Lets just say from an outside a storm drain looks like pretty innocuous, like the one on the top but inside it's more like the one on the bottom.