Friday I saw an older gentleman by the bus stop in Myeongdong finish a cigarette, flick it onto the street right next to the rubbish bin, hock up a loogie (also onto the street), and then put a surgical mask on.  Obviously he didn’t want to breathe in any of that nasty ‘Yellow Dust’ from China.

Today whilst out with the dog, I saw a pair of boys walking on the path by our flat. Both of them were drinking from these little bottles of ‘vitamin drinks.’ One of them finished his up and threw it off to the side. It landed on where the grass will hopefully be in a few weeks. The bin was apparently too far away.

These are two examples of why I’ve perfected my balancing-the-plastic-coffee-cup-on-top-of-the-rubbish-heap move.

When in Rome…