Hey, Hugh here. Time for me to start writing my own entries. What better way to start than with a rant.
Ahh China.. Being here really makes me realise how good I had it in Japan. The little things that used to get under my skin seem like nostalgic past times when compared to daily life in China. I am not trying to say Japan is the perfect but China hasn’t been easy, and it makes me think about Japan and I miss it. I won’t bother mentioning line cutting and general shoving because I had prepared myself for that. I’ll start my rant with littering. I have seen more public trash cans in China than I have ever all over Japan in 3 years but people here insist on dumping trash at any chance. Finish your duck butt on a stick, toss it on the ground in front of you. Needless to say, a street cleaner will sweep it up with their bamboo broom (they keep the streets clean, an advantage of having millions of people that will work for pittanse), but does that really give anyone the right to trash and disregard their own country, let alone the environment?
Littering is one thing.. spitting is another. Doing it in your private home or on the sports field can be necessary and acceptable but doing it in public is gross. I am not talking about releasing the watery moisture in your mouth, these perpetrators call up from the deepest and darkest part of their throat a wad of snot that hits the pavement with a thud. The footpaths are all marked with fresh splatters, giving you something else to watch out for on the streets. What really made me write this entry was a visit to ‘Watsons’ a large pharmaceutical chain outlet (like Walgreens or Mychemist) where I witnessed something truly remarkable. While I waited in line at the register to purchase some insect repellent, a man dressed like a manager smiles at my action of purchasing and then creates a deep throat grunt as he loosens a big one. As I say to myself ‘I guess he has to swallow that one..’ he lays it down on the floor. In the shop!
SICK!!!
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From Ken:
A month in China and the only two things I remember: a girl flying off a bicycle and guys in business suits spitting in the street like drooling maniacs. Glad someone else noticed.