Then, as always, the stars stop dropping off at the lifts, and then finally plunge when you get to the room.
Ours was designed by a blind man.
You open the door and it barely misses the end of the bed, there are two single beds in a room that would probably need an extra six inches if it was a king double.
You try to get past the end of the beds to what looks like an alcove but you walk into the TV, sticking about 8 inches out from the wall.
All in all, it's a very odd setup for a hotel room, but, again, it's not the first hotel we've stayed in where there is a shortage of space between walls and beds. It was just disappointing that we ended up in a room with twin beds.
The next morning...
After the usual morning routine made somewhat more difficult because our room literally is a sardine can, we head down to breakfast and seize a seat at one of the round tables, one that is as stable as a paper house in an earthquake area.
Unlike the last hotel when there were 200 people trying to fit in a space that took 50, this time we can get breakfast and sit down, even if the table doesn't have cutlery or anything else on it.
There always seems to be a problem but I guess this morning we're using our hands. But, as it happens somewhere in the room there must be spare knives and forks, other people are using them so we’ll add a little hide and seek to the morning's festivities.
The only thing I've found in China at breakfast time to be a problem is bacon. They cannot seem to be able to cook it properly. Perhaps it's the same with fried eggs, they seem to have this idea of cooking the yolk until it's hard.
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