We are in Hangzhou now and it is way better than Guangzhou. It is definately more of a touristy city and the scenery is much more appealing. It has also been cooler as it has been raining.
We were stuck in Guangzhou (also known as Canton) - the place where cantonese was created and is still mainly spoken. This left Caitlin's translation powers looking crippled and decrepit. Not to worry though as now we are in Hangzhou (1.45 hours flight north east and 45 minutes train from shanghai), she is coming into her own. It's pretty amazing how well she can speak this crazy language, and whenever i try and repeat what she says (and i still feel i do it verbatim), i only get puzzled looks from the chinese folk I am trying to converse with...jerks. She bought a super duper translator today (she needs a bit more than mine can handle for her uni course mum and steph), and it is touch sensitive with a stylus. She can copy any chinese character she sees into it and it will translate it into english (text and voice). This also works for english to mandarin and also for phrases. It's pretty gnarley, I'll add a picture.

Ok the real reason we didn't like Guangzhou is because a restaurant tricked us into drinking tap water which we though was distilled water. This left us both with a horrible case of "pepper belly". $400 worth of cancellations and re- bookings, 10 gastro-stop pills, 8 gastrolite drinks and a course of doxycyclin later - we may have left Guangzhou, but its memory will remain with our bowels forever.
Anyway, I'm going to sign off for now. See you when I have something more exciting to write.
P.s - We are staying in another 4 star hotel for super cheap but once again, I don't think we really belong here.
The thing is, laundry at these hotels costs HEAPS (like $30 for 4 shirts and 4 shorts) so we havn't had a chance to get much done. We have been using detergent in the bathtubs and stuff for small items of clothing and hanging them in the bathroom. So we are down to some of those old clothes we thought we could need at some stage but probably wont be wearing much (me more so than Caitlin). So, when coming home from the night markets, we walk back through the lobby (remember it has been raining) and there is classical pianist placing in the lobby and adjoining cocktail lounge. I walk past the pianist with insanely loud and sqeaky white sneakers, an old grey shirt and board shorts with a bag containing the pizza we couldn't finish at pizza hut. We were all all wet. All the nicely dressed people in the lounge kinda looked at us weird. We don't belong in places like this...but I don't care because in China.....I'M RICH BIATCH!