My walk back from work takes about twenty minutes. I go out onto a main street. There is a hooters restaurant on the corner, and a load of bars on the street. If I'm leaving in a the day time (I usually finish at eleven in the morning, then go back at half four) it's not too busy. Occaisionally there's a man dressed in a big padded costume with a huge fake head - it is the kind of costume that usually represents a rabbit or something like that, but in this case it is a soldier. He salutes me when he sees me. I ignore him.

Flyers are big here. They scatter them all over the streets. They are mostly used to advertise brothels and restaurants. They usually show either a photo of naked women or chicken - sometimes I catch sight of one and think 'I hope that was chicken.' The street near my work has lots of chicken houses, and lots of 'massage' parlours too. Sleazy saxophonist buskers could make a lot of money out there.

I cross a wide road by going through the subway. Maria pointed out yesterday that the fact that the subway is filled with shops/ people browsing said shops is less than helpful. It's like making you walk through a supermarket checkout when you're trying to catch a train.

The rest of my walk back is fairly routine - lots of skyscrapers that seem impressive for the first week, then somehow disappear from your awareness - lots of peeople. Along the way there are pigeons eating vomit from the night before, and street stalls selling food - I've been told that the 'chicken' they sell is in fact pigeon. Then people throw the pigeon up...etc

The last leg of my journey takes me past lots of little convenience stores and beauty salons (they get busy with prostitutes at around five). Sometimes there is a dog tied up outside one of the clothes shops. If the dog is there I'm happy - Maria usually fusses him, and he likes us.

And that's it. My apartment if part of a vast maze of apartments - I have to walk through a creepy, dark carpark on the way in, and sometimes there are noisy cats nearby that I chase away. I'll get you pictures...