If we do this again we will be sure not to get a room by he elevators. What seemed great initially has become a nightmare. Every night, at all hours, people come and go. Last night it sounded like a convention was taking place outside our room. Jenn and I both woke up and looked at our clocks. 1:15. 15 minutes of non stop Cantonese. In he morning we saw a cigarette butt outside the elevator doors. No smoking is more of a suggestion than a dictate in China.