I arrived in Naha by overnight boat from Keelung. As I came through immigration at the port there were about 5 men, boys really, dressed in blue uniforms. One asked me where I had been. I told him Taiwan. He then asked me where in Taiwan. I listed of the list of places . . . → Read More: Arriving in Naha
I was walking up to the top of a hill in Keelung, to kill some time before my boat left and after having done some clothes shopping for essentials for my holiday.
About half way up I came across a group of maybe half a dozen men sitting on a large . . . → Read More: Hungarian Sailors
I sat in a park in Taichung to have a rest. An older man came up and sat next to me. He said how much he liked the west and he liked looking at the banking cards we used. He wanted to look at mine. I showed him an old card I had. . . . → Read More: Card and Memorisation
In Kaohsiung, I was walking down the street. I decided to stop off for lunch in MacDonalds. I could see they had a special where if you said their jingle, in Chinese, you would get the special. I can’t remember what the special was.
The woman a the counter slid the . . . → Read More: Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions – all on a sesame seed bun
I had been on the road on my own for nearly a week, with no-one to talk to. Snippets of short conversations with Taiwanese who were friendly, but knew little English. And one ten minute conversation with a Swedish girl in Taiwan to teach English.
I wandered into the Buddhist temple. . . . → Read More: Sating a desperate need
I was always taught that in Taiwan they use traditional Chinese Characters (繁體字). So it was a shock to me to find that while the train tickets had station names in traditional characters on them, the train stations themselves used Simplified Characters (简体字) on their signage. This caused me to rapidly get good . . . → Read More: Taiwan train tickets and bus stop signs
I was walking down the street. A older man in a suit approached me. Walking beside me, on the left, he introduced himself. He explained how he had once been a poor farmer, but now he was into the import export business. He invited me to a coffee shop. I accepted.
. . . → Read More: Import Export
I was walking along a street in Kaohsiung with a British man who had been living in Hong Kong with his Chinese wife. I thing it was about 7 or 8 pm.
A group of about half a dozen teenage girls in school uniform inside the MacDonalds spotted us and came . . . → Read More: Ambushed at Macdonalds