Woke up in a bed full of skin. The peeling has begun.
Waited for other people to wake up before I showered so as not to wake anybody. Then as soon as Abbie woke up she snaked me to the shower. Also could have had a proper towel if I’d kept my private room, now I have to use my crappy microfibre. Mistakes made.
Got some brek, played pool and table tennis and chilled until 2pm when we me the guide for today’s fun.
Irish woman is still vexed and sulked in bed all morning. Pretended to be on the phone when I went to try and talk to her. What a dick.
LeiLei walked us to a fake goods market. Overwhelmed. Not actually that many fake brands tho.
Got some noods on the way back to the hostel.
4pm off for a bike ride round the city walls. Me and Zack got a tandem, hilarious. 14km and some sick views later we make it round the wall.
On the bus to Muslim quarter. Saw the drum tower which was cool. Went to another market and got myself a FjallRaven Kanken for £6. Barg.
Din at a proper Chinese restaurant with a giant lazy Susan. Food was amaze. Got a cherry blossom and peach flavour ice cream from Maccys on the way back.
Chillin in the dorm and then Irish dick says ‘it’s midnight guys, I’m going to sleep so keep the noise down’. Well you’ve clearly never stayed in a hostel before. Get back to Ireland innit.
Travelling Harps 
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