Living quarters here are…. Different. They live in their shops. When I say shops, I mean living room, where they chose to take the door off, and sell every piece of useless rubbish that they find on the streets throughout the previous days. Its good to know if I lose a bracelet, I can buy it back the next day. They seem happy enough. Just spending their days gambling and eating rice, while their pampered pooch's run the streets. They make sure they are kitted out with the latest fashions, and little booties.

Shopping is fun. You tell them how much you want to pay, and then walk away. Soon a little Chinese lady will be running after you to say that you can buy the item at the price you want. Great fun, but when it comes to barraging for socks, I am pretty sure my life is hitting rock bottom. I was stood at the subway station having a cigarette when some crazy Chinese lady comes up to me and starts to shout at me. I ignored her hoping she would go away, this only fuelled her on. She then proceeded to put 10 pairs of socks in my bag and start shouting "50" at me. I was in a state of shock, not only by the fact she had just filled my bag with socks, but now she wanted me to pay 50RMB for them. I told her 20, and after a while she agreed and off she went. I didn't know I needed socks, but she did.

But, then I am proved wrong. The people here have a motto "better out than in". So should they find themselves needing to rid some bodily fluids, or solids, they will squat in the street. Again, making full use of their super Achilles tendon. And spitting in the street, not a problem. There is an echo of this horrible noise, like they are dragging their soul up from the bottom of their stomach, and spitting it on the ground. I turn around, and there stands a beautiful lady in a dress and heels, stood over a bush empting her throat of evil.