Our last day in Beijing being

tourists is spent visiting Tiananmen Square, one of the largest public squares in the world, the Forbidden City and Jingshan Park where a famous emperor h

anged himself. It was nice to get a Chinese history lesson to appreciate the beauty and culture of where Beijing came from.

Our last meal is a traditional Chinese Hotpot. A little different from back home, the hotpot is larger and has a cylinder in the middle filled with coals that help it burn to keep the water hot. If anything hits the coal filled cylinder, it will burn and smoke and get stuck. We lost some of meat and noodles to this process. We order meats, vegetables and noodles to boil. There is also something that resembles a roll on the table as well (we are both CRAVING bread SO bad so decides we will try this). Momo tells us we should not eat anything here without boiling it first and killing the germs. The minute this “bread” is put into the boiling water it disintegrates at rapid speed. No one ate the "bread" and we are still unsure what it was. Kerry and I were eating this noodle-like thing, tasted a little funny, but we didn’t complain. We then are informed that it is tofu skin…yeah hotpot is not the same as back home.

Because Hookah was such a success the last time we decide to repeat it at this really "li hai" (bad ass) Tibetan style restaurant in a funky area of Beijing. The drink list was fabulous: Grasshoppers (2 parts crème de minte and 2 parts cream) and yes a man can drink it; it just needs to be in a Hoegarden beer mug, Black Russian (2 parts Kahlua and 2 parts vodka), White Russian (Black Russian + 2 parts cream), Orgasm ( 2 parts vodka, 1 part amaretto, 1 part crème de cacaco and splash of orange juice) and tequila shots (3 parts tequila, lemon, salt, and a crazy night ahead).

I don’t know if foosball is big in China or we just happen to end up in places and with people who enjoy playing. Either way we go to this pretty random bar which at the center is a foosball table. Momo, Kerry and I impress then with our “American skills” and international skills and off we went to Salsa in Beijing. Once again our American duty kicks in and we need to shows these people how to dance…because both Kerry and I know how to salsa? Sometimes all you need is a good dancing partner--Guess what time it was next…