It was like walking into Belsen prison. Everywhere I looked I saw stinking bodies piled one upon the other, in all manner of twisted postures. They slumped lifelessly against one another in utter disarray. The stench was overpowering – the foul reek of corruption and the stink of foetid air was enough to turn even the strongest of stomachs. The open mouths of the bodies trailed strings of saliva and there were pools of vomit everywhere.
I really hate taking the bus into the countryside every morning.
Wo Shi Laowai - Wo Pa Shui 