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I'd miss the pushing and shoving to get on the bus, the skirting steaming piles of vomit from people puking up their street food first thing in the morning, being able to see grown men wagging their willies in front of women and children when they stop on the street corner to relieve themselves. |
I'd miss the overbearing, rude drivers, the bus drivers that think cramming another 25 people onto an already overcrowded bus is ok. I'd miss the taxi drivers who hork up a pile of phlegm the size of an A4 spitball out the front window, only to have it come back in through the rear window, smacking the unsuspecting passenger in the face.
I'd miss the employers who seem to think that contracts they have signed 'in good faith', and 'in the friendly spirit of co-operation', don't apply to them, because "this is China and we do things differently here".
I'd miss waking up in the morning and not being able to see across the street. I'd miss brushing my teeth with bottled water because I've been told not to use the tap-water. I'd miss having to pay three times more than the Chinese guy standing next to me ... for just about anything.
I'd miss the doctor telling me that he is afraid to remove a cyst from my neck because he didn't study foreigner physiology while in medical school.
I would miss those two grown men having full-on fistfight over who was going to pay the exorbitantly high restaurant bill.
I'd miss the rail police telling my wife to report any suspicious activities that I do, because I look like a terrorist (musta been the clean-shaven face and the beer in my hand that gave them this impression).
I'd miss the queue-jumping at bus/rail stations for ticket buying, and the guys out front selling expired/used tickets for two-three times the face value, and the hordes of people smoking in the train station waiting-room toilet ... under the no smoking sign. I'd also miss the puddles of urine just in front of the urinals because guys think it's a pissing-for-distance contest. Oh, and I'd definitely miss the overpowering stench of feces and urine because people can't quite understand the concept of flushing.
I would definitely miss the one taxi-driver who, at three in the morning, broke just about every traffic law in the world to get me from the south train station to the north station, in Shenyang, so I wouldn't miss my connecting train. And, he refused to take my money. He's gotta be about the nicest guy I've ever met.