An early rise at 8am for breakfast was made less unappealing by the Jumbo breakfast at the hostel which consisted of bacon, egg, toast, sausage, some kind of what we can assume to be dog, and beans. The hostel had great location so we just walked straight to a famous temple. In the temple we saw a prayer ceremony from some monks as well as several huge statues of Buddhas. Despite the warnings against doing so, we decided it was necessary and took several photos inside the temple. This led to the most bizarre series of events - karma broke George's iPhone on which we were taking the photos. When trying to pray for forgiveness, the incense sparked and hissed when we lit it up. However, once we had prayed his phone immediately started working perfectly again. Creeped out by the power of the monks, we left the temple and went opposite to Leifeng Pagoda. On the way we saw a huge pool of cannibal turtles eating their babies - pretty rank. We climbed the pagoda at an incredible pace being the fine young athletes that we are - refusing to take escalator that they'd ignorantly built through the middle of the ancient stairway. After a brief photoshoot at the top where the Chinese people seemed more interested in us than the UNESCO World Heritage Site behind us, we made our decent. Next door was the bike rental and after being refused a three man tandem (because we are too massive) we decided to hire three single bikes for a couple of hours. While cycling around West Lake we came across a random temple thing with cool views and an awesome pagoda. We then eent to Hefang Street for lunch which is the traditional street in Hangzhou. Most vile lunch ever. If ever you are confronted with the option of eating porks liver - don't. We wish someone had given us this advice in the past. After lunch our cultural thirst had been withered and we heading to a 5D cinema. Three words, excuse our French, IT WAS SH*T. Absolutely awful - it did not result in any enjoyment whatsoever but instead was condusive to a strong feeling of natiousness and a particular hate of good advertising - a similar feeling to that one would receive if one found out he/she had been pooled to Corpus college (Cambridge banter). We then went to flea market cos we're so gap yah and were fascinated by the "world largest pipe" which was indeed very large. We checked out but refused to leave the hostel until we had uploaded a truly great instagram status. With half an hour before our bus left and a half an hour journey to the bus station thanks to this activity, we were forced to get a random man to drive us in his minivan to the station at a ridiculous speed. Fortunately we caught the bus and arrived in Huanshang late that night.

Our hostel was quite nice - once again we were in a room of 4 but being three of us we managed to get it to ourselves which is pretty good. We then went to get food but apparently they don't eat in Huanshang. The smell of vomit everwhere (which we have now discovered is some form of cheese) made us slightly nautious but the Sam said a delicious "bubble tea" would make everything better. "Trust me guys I've lived in China for ages". Lesson learnt - don't trust Sam. The bubble tea was horrendous and only made us want to contrinbute to the stench of vomit in the streets with our own chunder. This turned out to be the start of a series of mistakes Sam would perform that evening. Mistake number two came when we eventually succumbed to the vile smell on the street and sat down for some street food. Being the avid spice lovers that we are Sam ordered the world spiciest noodles. In case you didn't know we hate spice. With mouths on fire, we headed back to the hostel to book our next few days of travel/accommodation. George took the initiative of booking his flight back to Shanghai early so that they would be cheaper. Helpful Hart chimes in and sorts him out with a £54 flight. This would have been such a great deal if it hadn't have been on the wrong date - arriving in Shanghai 10 minutes before George's return flight home. After a panicked half an hour ringing up the closed agency, we decided to leave it until the morning when Sam would hopefully be on better form, packed our bags for the mountains and went to bed.