We got up late, like you should on a Sunday, and took a bus into town to try and find a restaurant that the Telegraph recommended a week or so ago. We found the road, which was a quiet little residential street, lined with plane trees, that was being dug up at the moment. There was no traffic apart from the recyling man on his rickety bike, ringing the bell constantly to request cardboard or plastic bottles. It got a little tiring as he was travelling at roughly our walking speed.

We were convinced we had the wrong road because there wouldn't be a trendy restaurant in a place like this, but sure enough, at the address the Telegraph had given us, and just behind a dug up pavement and a wheelbarrow full of gravel, sat a deserted-looking place of grey granite and modern lettering, and a lady in a red outfit. She halted the building work long enough for us to step across the little plywood bridge and took us upstairs to a terrace that we hadn't seen from the road. It was a proper ex-pat haunt, full of air kisses and the sound of people being astonished at their friends' tales, darling. Everyone knew everyone else and they were all exactly the same in their trendy clothes and designer shades. This was, without doubt, the place for Western ex-pats to be seen on a Sunday. Far too trendy for my taste usually, and somewhere I'd never dream of venturing back home, but fun for now!

The menu was very trendy too, with familiar things with an Asian twist, and certainly fine as far as an occasional escape goes. Brunch was hugely expensive by recent standards: two big burgers and a couple of pastries cost 20; we've rarely spent a fiver on dinner in the last few weeks! But we will come back on Wednesday night because I like menus and I enjoy ordering new things when I know what I might be getting. That'll be our last proper meal in China!

To complete our Sunday (we did spend a long time in the sunshine, talking about the other people) we walked to the cinema to see if anything new was on. It wasn't, so instead we went past a DVD-seller and bought a couple of films for 50p each and went back to the hostel to see them.

We also bought train tickets for the morning, and a Singaporean lady became very interested. Where were we going? Why? She decided it was very brave of us to just go to a place because it sounded interesting (best reason, as far as I can work out: who'd've gone to Vobster otherwise?) and invited herself along. There was nothing I could do. The dreaded question. We're not sociable travellers, me'n'Mikey, really we just like to take things at our own pace. Oh, we'll talk to backpackers if we have to, and old people on trains because they can be interesting and don't want to follow you around. In fact, thinking about it, we tend to talk to people who have homes to go to. It's much safer that way. We toyed with the idea of getting up extra early and accidently missing her but she caught us on the stairs and we were stuck. No idea what's going to happen tomorrow, but it could be interesting!

We watched one of the films which was possibly worth the 50p we spent on it, and we'll save Shrek for another day.