You never realize just how filthy the streets of Qingdao are until they get wet. The resultant mess resembles a thick layer of primordial sludge, as if the overly porous sidewalks were physically oozing forth the contents of the sewage system. People spit on the sidewalks, children pee on them and dogs take dumps on them (I passed three poops on my walk to this café!) so you can only hold in your lunch by not thinking about what you can’t help but know you’re walking in. It’s all one big, slimy brown mess, but door mats can handle it. Until there’s a flood that comes up to your knees – but that hasn’t happened to me. Yet.