King Kong. I kid you not.
Blackie Hui. Hmm, I don't know how well that name would fly in the States.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Gross Side of Hong Kong
I finally joined a yoga studio here and am happily finding my way back to a regular yoga practice. In class, I usually try to focus on my postures and look at my inner eye and all that crap, but it's a bit difficult in Hong Kong. It's hard to feel a sense of solitude in the city in general, but in yoga, it's especially difficult when people seem to have trouble refraining from passing gas. Loudly. In the last few days, I've been to four classes in a row in which someone has loudly interrupted my yogic peace with ripping horn-like sound. In one case, a guy declared "excuse me" in a commanding voice after his contribution to HK's toxic air.
In other things I find disgusting, nose pickers. It might be a cultural thing, but it seems that people have no qualms about absently sticking a finger and digging around for a booger nugget in public. On the subway. At the tram station. On street corners. Everywhere. At least I didn't catch anybody rubbing their genitals on subway car rails.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrCs53AJVss
Really, dude?
In other things I find disgusting, nose pickers. It might be a cultural thing, but it seems that people have no qualms about absently sticking a finger and digging around for a booger nugget in public. On the subway. At the tram station. On street corners. Everywhere. At least I didn't catch anybody rubbing their genitals on subway car rails.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrCs53AJVss
Really, dude?
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