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dams of spit in Beijing

So. Beijing. People here spit everywhere. And not in a quiet, more decadent way. They hark it up with a sound of death and slag it out randomly around them. Stinky, slimey, slippery spit. It could hit you at any time, you never know from which direction.

Apart from that, it's all good. People are friendly, things are cheap, we're making friends and watching attractions. And when we go shopping, eating or anywhere that requires the service of an employee, we get our own private stalker with no sense of personal space. I still haven't figured out if that's what they concider good service, or if they think we're planning to steal something. Welcome to China.