I haven't told you much about here...

Drinks are sold in bags with coloured yarn handles - they're sometimes hung up to cool or carried back to the office.

There's an advertising campaign to encourage graciousness.

All boys are required to do military service.
Partaking in fellatio or cunnilingus is illegal unless it leads to full penetrative sex. (This has an urban myth smell about it - but my what a great one!)

Gambling is about to be made legal - it's likely that local people will have to pay more to enter licensed establishments. This is to ensure addiction does not develop amongst the population.

Men hold hands, this is non-sexual, homosexuality is illegal.

Pointing is considered rude (Idiscius may well argue that this is the case in our sceptered isle - which I would concede, however I believe it is not unacceptable to point at objects and people you know unlike here.)

Dried shrimp, lizard, sea cucumber, ginseng, sea horse, mushrooms, shark's fin and cod are readily available.

Cheese (which is expensive) becomes sweaty and waxy within one minute of being out of the fridge - red wine is stored in the fridge and once poured comes up to drinking temperature swiftly.

Have you ever wondered how reliable the info you have is, is any of it true? How much of what we think we know is second hand info, unsubstantiated. Does this matter? ISseverything we say we know in fact a belief - we have taken a piece of info or an idea and we've attached some faith to it. A part from what's immediately available to us what can we know about what happens to our neighbours, the other parts of the globe. The problem comes when we present our beliefs as fact and seek to out truth another. The most interesting thing is what someone else thinks not what I think, I already know about that. But when I'm afraid, lost, out numbered, up my turret defending castle ego - I want to feel sureity and safety, I think making you think what I think will make me feel it.