My Guangzhou hotel was positively luxurious, for less money than in Hong Kong; the taxi driver whom I struggled with to make him take me there from the train station, seemed brain damaged at the communicative and indivual initiative ganglia, though eventually I manifested the necessity of using his cell phone to call the hotel (which he could not find in spite of beingg well known in a Western hamlet) which sent a bellman with a large umbrella and a very sunny disposition to come and show the driver the way. It was very Mr. Pickwick, the bellman wore the uniform of film noir bellhops (burgundy with gold bottons, in colorized reality) including the pillow box hat and he could not believe I invited him to join me in the taxi. He is as tall as me and slender, excited about speaking English and his name plate says "Kevin". The hotel decor is pompous and pompous: 4 stars, for $ 58 a night. Itches: they "don’t have no smoking rooms", I found out at check in, except on the "executive floor", which is $ 11 more per night. For all its pretense, the hotel lacks proper sound insulation, somewhere they were having a very loud function with a roaring PA system blaring loud (and out fo tune) anaccompanied chinese singing. Then it became a singalong.... I wish it had not feel like I was right there.