It's rainy in Kunming this morning, but the air is much lighter than in Nanning, both literally and metaphorically. Nanning is jungle-humid and oxygen abundant as it lies 8000 ft below my current coordinates. Kunming is temperately very comfortable.
The apartment I'm staying in smells like urine. Lost in language was the responsibility to pay the water bill. The toilet's contents are ever increasing without much needed rejuvenation. Plastic bags now plunder our defecatory habits. Public squatty-potty's seem a million miles away when lychee and deadly nightshade are screaming through your intestines. It may be for the better though, the squatty-potty's leave a lot to be desired.
They are called squatty potty's because that is the dainty way of saying 'Just a hole in the ground leading to a poopy abyss'.
Chinese folks literally squat on Western toilets too. They will not sit down on a seat to do their business. There are even depictions of it on prohibitory signs.
By the sounds of it, The Mansion isn't doing so hot either...Pigeon mites?? Seriously? Bummer.
Thanks to everyone who's sent me little encouraging messages from back home, it's always great to hear from you.
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