In the youth hostel we just arrived at there is a beautiful golden retriever. I don't know what her name is, but i have been calling all dogs in china "chumley". I like that name, but Morag hates it. She says if I name our next dog Chumley she may kill me.
The youth hostel we are staying in today (and tomorrow and maybe the next day), is different than the one in Beijing, it is much bigger, and seems to be at least half Chinese families/travelers and not just hip western youth. It is right beside the old city wall, you walk out the front door and are faced with this 12 metre tall wall that stretches off into the pollution in both directions.