There's a part of me that thinks the culture shock about coming here would be interesting.
Open drug-dealing on the city's main boulevard. A random bag of weed dropped on the street corner, being consciously ignored. The homeless. The utter rundown state of everything. Except the brand new hotels and overpriced apartment blocks. The general 'Dirty old town' feel of things.. The fact that there're maybe two buildings taller than 9 floors in the entire city. Two taps at the sink at home, instead of one -- leaving the immersion heater on - flooding the gaf by overfilling the bath - the amount of old stone floating around.
The city with a notorious heroin problem has a giant needle in the centre of it.
Open drug-dealing on the city's main boulevard. A random bag of weed dropped on the street corner, being consciously ignored. The homeless. The utter rundown state of everything. Except the brand new hotels and overpriced apartment blocks. The general 'Dirty old town' feel of things.. The fact that there're maybe two buildings taller than 9 floors in the entire city. Two taps at the sink at home, instead of one -- leaving the immersion heater on - flooding the gaf by overfilling the bath - the amount of old stone floating around.
The city with a notorious heroin problem has a giant needle in the centre of it.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.