Return to Suzhou

In a sense my holiday really finished with the taxi ride from Hangzhou and the ride back to Suzhou and in a sense it didn't; a friend from Qingdao is in town and we met up with him, his wife and his kid and took ourselves down to the Bookworm for dinner. After dinner we popped into Suzhou's Irish pub and low and behold, there was one of the couple of lads from work who I said in an earlier post that I would miss when I left here. All very civilised and I stuck to a couple of cans of sprite, learned that a new nicer Bookworm has just opened in Suzhou, discussed the transfer of Robbie Keane; how he does a silly wee summersault, or tumbles his wilkies, as we said back in Glasgow when I was a lad, instead of a triple salto and how he is not as good as Torres or Berbatov but is pretty good anyway and then we went on to talk about a couple of other things and then took ourselves off home. China doesn't seem like work when there is no work and I could actually waste time here contemplating my navel but, of course, I could do that anywhere.
Tomorrow, there will be a little extension of the holiday and we will get up early and get an early train to Nanjing where we will spend the day. Nanjing is, as I have mentioned before, one of the more pleasant Chinese cities I know but, having just seen them on holiday, Chengdu and Hangzhou would fall into that category too.