Speaking of northern hemispeherean cities, my sister & co. took me on a speed tour of Tokyo, the main effect of which tour (besides how hugely nice it was to see my sister & co.) was to make me ashamed of Australian dunnies. Seriously, Japan's got it all over Australia in the plumbing department.
Above, for instance, is a Japanese toilet console, which plays prerecorded gurgling noises, sprays your nethers with gently warmed toilet nectars, and adjusts seat temperature to taste. Where I come from, you're lucky if you have a hole in the ground and a sheet of newsprint. What, a hole? When I were a lad, had t'defecate into thin air, I did.
Speaking of such savoury matters, here is a giant Japanese poo:
Or possibly a sweet potato. I couldn't tell, but sister & co. were pretty certain it's a giant poo.
And what would be the point of all this attention to gross domestic product, were there not also things to eat?
Or manic blue-eyed self-saucing hotdawgs.