

Everywhere you go, people people people, hoards of cars, bicycles, motorbikes. It always seems so noisy and busy. Many a time I've stopped along a footpath to look for something in my bag or look at the map, only to have some motorbike or toot toot come along and ho

You see that picture of a girl at my table at maccas. I don't actually know her. Complete stranger. Just cuz there weren't enough tables for all the patrons she had to ask me if we could share the table. Who ever heard of sharing tables at maccas?! Though to be fair this was next to the train station, so there would probably be a lot more people waiting around this one than a normal maccas.
It got me thinking of the scale of the chinese population. 1 300 000 000. That's a lot of people! Being in a foreign country I tend to look more at peoples' faces as I pass them on the street, trying to get some idea of their personalites, the life they've lived up to now, and how these contrast to that of


Unfortunately the harsh reality of a large population means theres less to go around. People have to be more competetive and pushy to achieve their goals and get around. Out on the streets it's reflected in the way people drive, cross roads, and especially boarding buses! When it's really crowded at a bus stop and the bus rolls up, people actually race each other to the bus door if it doesn't stop where it's supposed to. Then when the doors open people push their way through the door. There was one peak hour instance when I had to catch a bus, and it really felt like I was back in highschool. Everyone just pushed the person in front of them, those in front were crying out for everyone behind them to let up, and some were getting stuck at the doors because the crowd had pinned an arm or a bag to the side of the bus. This was a pretty shocking sight to me. Later my school liason explained that that particular bus route went out to many country areas and had m

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