The natives are restless.

K and I have mastered the art of wasting time. This morning we managed to spend 3 and 1/2 hours doing absolutely nothing. It's amazing how time flies when you're waiting to move out of the nasty ass hotel. So every chance we get we rush over to check our emails or comments on the blog, to no avail of course. Consider this your instruction to email us more or comment more or email us your posts from your blogs. If you fail to comply, certain friendship privileges will be revoked. In fact, I don't care if we're not even your friends but you stumbled across this site by googling for "Chinese prison love secrets". Email us.

In other news, those of you anticipating the sordid details when we return may be sorely disappointed. In a rare moment of sanity we have made a pact to keep all things sacred. As K would say, "what happens in China stays in China." Not that anything has happened in China. Or not that anything almost happened in China. Oops, maybe I shouldn't have said that. I've revealed too much. Maybe it has, maybe it hasn't. Wouldn't you like to know?