|What could possibly go wrong?|
|Laundry day on Zizhong Street|
|Friendly construction worker|
The clean streets are a consequence of China's "socialist paradise." Everyone here has a job. If no jobs are available, the government will provide one for you. Thus, every street has a uniformed street-sweep equipped with a primitive broom who patrols the sidewalk, sweeping up litter, dog feces, and food scraps.
The air, on the other hand, is exceedingly dirty. Americans, conditioned to breathing clean air, will notice the difference. The air pollution index here runs between 150 and 200 most days, which is "unhealthy" according to the US Consulate. Walking the surface streets, breathing car exhaust, coal smoke, and dust, one's throat and sinuses become irritated. Calee and I both had fits of sneezing at different times. When we arrived home for the evening I felt as if I'd spent the day working in a fiberglass factory.
|Ironic, when you consider how I spent my college days|
|Made-to-order Chinese crepe|
|Tyranny of petty authority|
|New face, ancient city|
|Eggs for sale|
|Today's special: Live turtles and bullfrogs|
|Eel spaghetti, anyone?|