My recommendation is to not leave Taiwan without seeing it from the back of a scooter. As I mentioned in previous posts, scooter life here is DEEP. Like rolling in packs at a stoplight–having your own section of the street, entire side streets, or sections of the sidewalk–rows upon rows of parking–deep. My gracious partner during this trip, Peter, has had access not only to his dad’s car, but his own scooter, and he (and his friend, along with his partner, my American classmate) took us out on their scooter for dinner to some barbecue place that’s across the street from the Costco. The fact that there’s a Costco in Taichung, Taiwan and not one in New Orleans is HI-larious!
Anyway, we had some good food at this place, and a very large beer to go with it. The first round of food they ordered was not enough. Surprising, given how much these boys eat, and given how much food they like to order (i.e. too much). So then they said they would order one more dish, and it actually ended up being something like 3 or 4 dishes. I think it as actually 4 and they forgot, because as we were getting out money together to pay the bill, they said we still had one more dish coming out. These extra dishes consisted of some kinda chicken gristle on a stick, raw beef, some noodles, and probably something else i don’t remember.
Ah well. It was a good night. I think me and Mallory, have the best partners of this trip since, despite their lacking English, they’re SOOOO much fun!
Riding on the back of a scooter in a country that’s such a scooter country was exhilarating. There were so many smells that we drove through including, exhaust, general pollution, and the ever recognizable stinky tofu (the name is self explanatory–just imagine the smell of chitlins being cleaned if you now what that smells like).
like black butterflies 