Today we were invited to Kelly's parent for dinner. Paul assured us her dad was an amazing cook and would try and feed us to death. We opted for not eating lunch and going out for a long walk before dinner to walking street again where Paul found some trainers. I also found pharmacy and as I had Kelly with me decided to try and get some cream for my foot. I had an allergic reaction to something in India a few months ago that started as red dots on my toe and spread to becoming a sore looking mass of blisters all round my left foot, yuk! Kelly found a cream she was sure would help so I will try that and see.We also had to buy Kelly's parents a present, it is tradition when you go to someone's house for the first time to take a gift, and Paul forewarned us that it is also polite to put the gift immediately on the side and not to open it until the guest is gone.During our walk Paul took us to the North Pagoda. This was a very tall Pagoda with an occupied monastery at the base. The interesting thing about it was firstly its height and secondly that you could climb it! We did so but it took a while as every floor you could walk round the outside and see the view and I had to have a rest. Eight floors later we reached the top where we got the most amazing view of Suzhou. I tried to take a photo at roughly the same angle from the same side at each level to watch the change in perspective of the city below. When we came down again we looked into the temples where there had just been a lot of people. It smelled lovely all incense and candles. As we went outside we saw people buying more incense including a rather small woman with a rather large stick, it must have been 3 feet long and she must have only been 4 feet tall!We ended up looking for a taxi to Kelly's parents at the worst time of the day. The Chinese eat early so we had to be there at 6.00, but there were no taxis at 5.30 so we had to catch a bus. We can't do this on our own as the destinations are only written in Chinese and by the time we have tried to play 'match the picture' the bus is gone. We found the right bus and it was as bad as Auchan. I am used to not being treated differently because of my crutches after India, where the policy is that you are totally equal, i.e. no discrimination but no help either, however on a crazily careering bus I hoped not to have to stand. As I watched old ladies were elbowed out of the way by younger people and seats were fought for, so I stayed back and tried to stand. Luckily after a few stops a man gave me his seat, probably because if he hadn't I would have ended up sitting on him.Kelly's parents had a lovely little flat and her dad lived up to expectations with several dishes, many of them vegetarian, including spring rolls, cucumber and hoi sin sauce, a random but yummy green vegetable, a tofu dish and cold noodle salad. All the way through the meal there was lots of 'cheers' -ing as you can only take a sip of your alcohol to toast with and the Bayjo (local spirit that tastes like tequila and the contents of a chemistry lab all brewed in an old sock!) was very popular with Kelly's dad, who only gets to drink it when people come round for dinner! After dinner I was feeling quite thirsty and was offered a can of orange juice, I was so enthusiastic about it that Kelly's parents both kept trying to force more on me! In the end I drank two whole cans and refused several, but I was luckier than Vincent who, as one of the men, was pressed equally enthusiastically with cans of beer JDinner ended at about 8.30 but we stayed and chatted until about 9.30 which was apparently very late for them. During that time we promised a return of favour, dinner on us at Pauls, little did we realise it was promised for tomorrow!