I am guilty of spitting quite a bit while jogging, however I do this in zurich, not basel.
ditto.
i love a good running spit.
in basel.
grass spitter though.
only place in basel i've noted 'extra' spitting activity is in the St. Johann area. i chock it up to flu season and yes, maybe cultural differences *ducks*.
...and the more I started doing it I (think) I started to realise that it's like a greeting.
I mean, when I was walking along the pavement I noticed a bloke coming in the opposite direction, I'd got so used to it I just rolled one up in my mouth (round my tongue) & sort of threw it out through pursed lips. To my amazement he kind of gobbed one out in the same way.
All day I was greeting other men with all sorts of spitting & they were greeting me back....
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...and the more I started doing it I (think) I started to realise that it's like a greeting.
I mean, when I was walking along the pavement I noticed a bloke coming in the opposite direction, I'd got so used to it I just rolled one up in my mouth (round my tongue) & sort of threw it out through pursed lips. To my amazement he kind of gobbed one out in the same way.
All day I was greeting other men with all sorts of spitting & they were greeting me back....
hahaha, no wonder you came to Europe...a Canadian soccer player...what's next, you guys invented baskeball? .....wait
I left Switzerland for Canada,needed more elbow room .It`s not your guys ,it was a Canadian dude in the USofA.I hate basket ball ,special when the kid next door plays it at my leisure hour. tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap I have to get a indian war drumm dum dum dum - dum -dum dum dum
I left Switzerland for Canada,needed more elbow room .It`s not your guys ,it was a Canadian dude in the USofA.I hate basket ball ,special when the kid next door plays it at my leisure hour. tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap I have to get a indian war drumm dum dum dum - dum -dum dum dum
...but, as I passed a shop with the words K E B A P stenciled on the window there was a huge guy who looked at me from head to toe with a grudging expression on his face, he then made a horse-like sound sucking through his nose, took his fag out & dropped a grey blob onto the pavement.
Upon seeing this I mounted the kerb, turned my head sideways & drooped a fresh fried egg in the gutter, he sort of smiled & I went merrily on my way...