Yet sometimes there is a smell that is quite distinct–a smell that reminds me of the stairwell near my freshman dorm where the guy down the hallway would light up his contraband...yes, the smell is marijuana. And quite often when I pass the little medical clinic down the street (the one with the steady stream of weathered and hunched elderly Chinese people), I smell that same scent of hash. I asked my co-workers, and it doesn't seem that medical marijuana is available here so I have only one conclusion–the old folks are illegally getting high at the "clinic". (Actually, I have another conclusion, but this one is far more interesting.)
I tell you...do not underestimate the elderly Chinese.
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I totally know what you mean about the smells. I actually vomited on the side of the street passing by a wet market in southern Shanghai. Just seeing bull frogs being gutted and snakes in backpacks probably did it. I don't mind wet markets now, but I can't get over the stinky tofu!
I remember playing the "What is THAT smell??" game. Good times. In Jining there was the occasional rotten cat food smell which may have been the MSG factory up the road. Or maybe there was a cat food factory I didn't know about...
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