毒氣 市

We went south for the weekend. As we got off the train, the passengers alighting on the platform let out a continuous series of dismayed gasps and cute sounds of distress. The instant I got out of the train, it was immediately clear why: the pollution was so bad that within seconds, my eyes were burning. You know it's bad when Taiwanese people are show their surprise, after all, Taiwan's air pollution levels usually hover around the unhealthy to very unhealthy levels, and even when the routine dips into extremely unhealthy levels occur, no one seems to notice. They noticed this time. Visibility is about 1000 m, and cars are driving around with fog lights on. My favorite indicator of poison air in Taipei is when you can see a triangle of lit up pollution under every street light. On a bad night, it can extend a third of the way to the ground. Tonight, it went all the way to the ground. People were standing around on the platform taking photos of the pollution. Within a half an hour of arriving, I am coughing up lung oysters like a three pack a day smoker. This must have been what LA was like before the population decided that they want to have clean air.