On Sunday we woke up, ate our last buffet breakfast at the Radisson, and headed out to the Ya Show market or "new market". It's right next to the western district in Beijing and wasn't as scary as I expected it to be.
Per is well versed in the negotiating tactics, so I followed his lead. Most transactions go like this:
Sales girl (SG) : Hello lady! You want to buy jacket? I give you good price.
Me : I like this one, how much.
SG : This very good quality. I give you special price. 1200!
Me : Psh! That's WAY too expensive. (mumble to Per about fair price) I'll give you 120.
SG : You kidding! That kidding price. Now give me real price.
Me: : 120.
SG: No, come on. This good quality. I give you special price because I like you. 800!
Me : No way. 120.
SG : You crazy. Give me best price! No kidding price.
Me: 120.
SG : No, you kidding! I can't even pay factory with that!
Me : Ok (start to talk away)
SG : OK Lady! Come back. I give you good price. 300!
Me : (walk back) No, 120.
SG : COME ON! Give me final price you pay.
Me : 120. (start walking away again)
SG : Lady! 200!
Me : (still walking away) 120.
SG : OK OK Come back.
Me : (walk back...again)
SG : 150.
Me: 120.
SG: 140
Me : 120
SG : 135
Me : 130 (start walking away...again)
SG : OK lady! 130
So, in the end you pay around 10% of what they originally say AND you are probably still getting ripped off.
I guess it is kinda fun, but it gets old. Not to mention that for a woman my size (being tall alone is hard) it is almost impossible to buy items of clothing. Per didn't have a problem anywhere. But I tried a fake Max Mara jacket, which at a store would fit, in XXL China version size, and I couldn't even get both arms in. LAME
We did manage to buy a lot of stuff for under 100 bucks:

Two Peak Performance jackets for Per, 3 t-shirts, 1 sweater, a Pashmina scarf, a Chinese silk robe, a DVD, 6 pairs of socks, a pair of sunglasses, a can opener, and a small figurines.
After some time at the market, we headed into the Western district for some lunch at the Blue Frog. Per enjoyed a beer:
Chinese butterflies like beer too (pretty beat up butterfly - too many bar fights maybe):

And I enjoyed a Bloody Mary (like mother, like daughter):

Then we headed back to Tianjin! Here is a picture of the speed of the train as proof!

It was a great weekend in Beijing. We will be heading back soon with Per's parents and then again with mine! But in the end of November we will take one more trip back to stock up on all kinds of crap!
The next morning, I woke up to something crazy! Two Chinese men, in what I would call a large basket held up by only two wires on either side, were cleaning my windows....on the 32nd floor!! As they lowered themselves down to my window, they didn't notice me. But then I waved to them and they laughed at me! After they lowered themselves past my window, both of them began screaming! I ran to the window to see what could be happening. Thank god both of them were in their basket, I suppose they needed something from the guy on the roof or something.