I've seen a lot of pretty disgusting things in my time - a 15-year-old Thai girl, heavily pregnant with her second child, butchering a dog for that night's dinner.
A restuarant described by a tour guide as "the best in Vietnam" crawling with cockroaches.
The carcass of a dead and trampled mouse found underneath a rug after several months lying undiscovered.
A Chinese woman skinning a basket of live frogs.
But today, as I walked from the train station to my office, I was met by the sight of something that I wasn't really prepared for at that time of the morning...
...a massive seagull tucking into a hearty breakfast of dead pigeon.
I'm presuming that the pigeon had been hit by a car, and not that the seagull had hunted its fellow bird down.
However it came upon its meal, the seagull seemed to be making the most of its good fortune, sqwuaking merrily as it ripped into the chest cavity, feathers flying everywhere.
I've said before that I have a phobia of birds, and one less pigeon is a victory for the forces of good in this world.
But being confronted by a seagull dismembering a pigeon on the pavement at 7.45am?
It's almost enough to put me off my Sugarpuffs.