The Subte is an interesting place. Its pretty much a less clean (and it has to be said, in parts quite smelly) version of its European counterparts, but the most interesting change for me so far the people selling things. They walk up the train and plop somthing on everyones lap, and this could be a chocolate bar, a pen, a torch, a CD, some socks, anything. Then they come back and see who wants to keep it. Its just funny becasue if your not paying attention its a surprise as a pair of socks lands on your lap/book/map out of nowhere.
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