Day 13

You may not be surprised to read that I woke up a little later than planned this morning. Still, nothing a bag of Lays (foreign Walkers, for you uncultured folk) and a pineapple juice couldn't sort out.

As we had only originally planned to spend three days in Shanghai, we were a little stumped for things to do. The only tourist attraction left on our list was a water village in Zhou Zhuang, but we needed to be a the bus station for 7 am. Clearly that was never going to happen.

So Tom, Holly, Kate, Daley and I spent what was left of the morning back in Xu Jia Hui haggling over two more ASUS laptops for Tom and Kate and then the afternoon in Xu Jia Hui park, tying to find a spot where we could play football without being chased off the grass by security guards.

In the evening, Tom wanted to go back in to town to watch his team, Manchester City, on the tele. Naturally Daley and I agreed to go with him but to our amazement, and disgust I must add, we couldn't find a bar in the French Concession that was showing any English football. After trying literally every bar on the strip, we resigned ourselves to defeat and ended up settling on a busy looking bar that was having a bizarre variety night. Inside, we got talking to three English girls (Nan - no need to start looking for a hat just yet), who were taking bets on what nationality we were and had also just come from Xi'an so gave us some good advice on where to go. Later in the evening the six of us made out way down to Sasha's bar again, where we also met three lovely Italian girls (Nan - if we ever bump in to these girls again, start looking) but unfortunately they didn't hang around for long. Can't think why.

Dance-wise, I would describe my moves as just basically jumping around in a disorganised fashion, unlike my compadre, Mr Davis, who was putting all his years of practice on those dance mats to very good use. We got back to the hostel at around 3 am, then spent about half an hour childishly messing around, trying to grab some goldfish out of their tank, before realising that we were absolute losers and scurrying off to bed.