The Silk Market was particularly interesting. Shopping wise this is the place tourists flock to (I guess the only way a local would be caught dead here is if they were workign there) and from start to finish you get hounded in broken english to buy all sorts of things you don't need. At one stage I walked past a stall selling pashminas and the sales assistant (and I am not exaggerating here) grabbed my wrist, had it in some sort of monkey grip and hauled me into the store. My shoe's rubber soles were no match for her. I had no interest in purchasing a pashmina but she was keen. I finally broke away, wrist still quite red and sore. It was in a tug-of-war for a good 3 minutes. Psychedelic Tobogganing at the Great Wall of China