Are you eating the paste Ralph?

This morning we woke up a bit tired because we shared a room with Garlic Man. This guy in our bunk room totally reeked like rotten garlic. At one point I got my Hawaiian Tropic sunblock stick out, took a chunk off and stuck some up my nose. We nearly choked from the thick garlic air.

We ate breakfast at the same place on the corner from our hostel--potsticker things, and an "egg cake" which was a delicious omelette with green onions. We managed to do some laundry, though whether or not it is clean we don't know, as all of the writing on the washing machine was in Chinese. We then packed our things up at the hostel and set out on a quest to find a post office. We wandered into another huge shopping mall and sat on the top floor in the food court overlooking the People's Square to write a few Christmas cards. After pointing at the Chinese characters for "post office" to several people, we finally found it. The cards we had to mail had no adhesive glue on them, so we weren't quite sure what to do until we walked into the post office and saw a pot of paste with a paint brush in it, just like at pre-school.

Walking back to the hostel, we passed SongSong Massage, where we treated ourselves to a 20 minute chair massage for $5. It was great, but they used so much force that we're now bruised and feeling sore. Finally managed to get a taxi to the train station where we battled the masses of people again and easily made it to the correct train for the 12 hour trip to Beijing.