Other notes on Taipei

"That cloud is going to eat us."













The same card that gets you on the train, and on the bus, gets you a bicycle.











Its hard to explain the feeling I get when standing near an intersection.  Some strange combination of awe, terror, and fascination.










Chou Do Fu. Its stinky, its tofu.  Thank goodness it was covered kimchee.











Drugs, as per this shirt, "Ain't Work."
















"We will take your corporate logos, and identities, and do with them what we please.  Thank you."











Best dudes.












This was an ad about constipation medication.












Sir, your grandson is about to go swimming.












I, contrary to T-Pain, am not on a boat.
















In the 18th century, this temple was built.  At the time the clock was just considered "weird," as they didn't exactly have electricity, so all it did was sit there blank with a dangling electrical cord.  Eons later, someone plugged it in.








THAT KID IS ON THE WATERFALL AGAIN.












See what you did kid?  You done brought the typhoon upon us.











Its hard to explain how strange it was see so few people driving.  No pedestrians.  Surreal.  Meanwhile, the building we were in was slowly swaying back and forth.









That happened.

Kung Fu Fighting was sung in karaoke in the basement of the hotel during the typhoon.  The video for the song was that of a man and a woman on a boat I believe.







Cori sang Dylan.












So the bottle said Ginseng liquor.  I found out later that night that it was actually advertised for helping truck drivers to stay awake and for “enhancing your love making.”














All I know is that I drank the stuff and the typhoon left.

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