I love the China...but the spitting!
I love China. I really do. The 5 months here have been great. There are certain aspects of Chinese culture that bother some westerners...the lack of lines, the loud talking on cellphones, the running around all night screaming in my building.
I don't mind them. Kind of charming, actually.
But the spitting. I can't take it.
The burbling hack. The wet spit. x100. Everywhere. Inside. Outside.
I had a 8 hour train journey. Went for a sleeper. Nice couple in the same compartment. They shared their food with me. Smiles. No English (and I have no Chinese) but I liked them. But all night. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Ptoewwww. Over and over. On the floor of the sleeper. Every 5 minutes. And not just in my compartment. All over the train.
I finally fall asleep. Wake up. Gotta pee!!!! Jump off bunk. Land in spit + mucous, covering the floor. Dammit! Ah, that's why they try to land in their shoes.
Spitting in the mall, in restaurants. Always the loud haaaaaaaaaack.
Trouble is, they don't even know they are doing it. If you got angry, they would have no idea why.
Sorry, rant over.