I love it when I'm walking home from the subway or supermarket and see a bunch of middle aged men jovially striding home, holding hands. It's definitely a side-effect of the soju they've been consuming, but it sure is cute.
Tonight I didn't even notice it at first, I just kept on walking. And then I realized that these sights are not usual in NZ and that they are noteworthy.
I don't want to stop picking up on the little cultural differences I see everyday. They're what keeps me smiling.
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