The first task to do when we woke up is to book a hostel in Shanghai which Wi-Fi came to our rescue when we used our phones to research for hostels...Ok, I am a liar, everyone apart from me used their phones while I checked the hostel's location on the map, my phone's main function now is to be a calculator seeing that it doesn't works anymore....I also made a rush for a bank to exchange currency, a task which involve reading the numbers on the screen, waiting for my number to pop up, the catch is....it is all in Chinese obviously and if you missed your cue for few seconds, you go to back of the queue which is an excellent representation of Chinese's queue manners, loads of shoving in and you get sent to the back quickly, so you can imagine me sitting rather tense, my eyes darting to every screen, I looked like a drug addict or something!

We then headed for Forbidden City, paid for the tickets and got in. It turned out to be composed of eleven courtyards; a courtyard was roughly the size of a football stadium so imagine our horror at the prospect of having to walk the length of eleven football stadiums! But our suffering were nothing compared to the line of emperors who called Forbidden City their home and have to walk the length of seven football stadiums just to go to the toilet!!

On a serious note, Forbidden City were majestic because you can see the ruins, wear and tear on the building and each courtyard had a meeting room with a throne for the emperor, each courtyard were used for a specific purpose such as political matters, dinner parties ( It will win any " Come Dine with me" episode!!

Once we had straggled through the last gate, we went to Wangfuiang Street, passing an amazing food market enroute which offer up delights such as squids, scorpions and crickets. I decided that I will hopefully try a scorpion if I ever have a chance!! So if I ever die of food poisoning, you know who to sue Mum and Dad....

We then being a group of cowardly tourists went to Pizza Hut for dinner, however their choice of pizzas is far more creative than the menu in England, I then redeemed myself and the credibility of all British travellers when I bravely ordered octopus and quail eggs for my starter. It tasted like a chicken favoured rubber! Hang on, is that a violent bout of diarrhoea coming on.......