I guess I was missing for a bit, somewhat...
I've been having tech issues with my Taiwan photos and I've been having a 'life' ;P
No, not all that grand and exciting as you'd imagine.
So on the third day of my Taiwan trip, I was starting to feel a little nudge in my little heart that I missed home. As one mentioned in the past, travel, for most- be it conscious or unconscious, is a journey to appreciate home. I woke up on Monday and I've missed cooking a gamey and juicy NZ scotch-fillet glazed with button mushroom and port wine reduction from Portugal. I then realised that it would be a little while until I could step up to my own kitchen again, I had 3 more months to 'appreciate' home.
If there is a natural sightseeing place I'd recommend near Taipei, I would say it's Wulai. 'Natural' in Asia is not what an imagination would yield. Anything that's natural in Asia will be fully developed to its full commercial purpose, that's just because we're Asian.
Why don't I start with a teaser that the place is pleasantly filled with all things Taiwan-aborigines; food too!
But rarely those men who can afford the bucks, can afford the time.
Like I said, if you have spare cash, there's a nice place nestled on top of the Wulai waterfall that's waiting to embracing you with your conveniently Asian-commercialised adventure.
Well for the next hour, I was a little kid, walking and balancing my whole body on a narrow road pavement, and sucking on mango cordial popsicle.
Anyway, back to the Wulai village, back to the time, back to food...
1. They're soft like a pretty girl's lips, or any other anatomical bits that should be appropriately soft.
2. The base looks brown because the sweetener is from a locally-grown sugar cane!
3. They have melon flavours :D :D :d :D
4. 100% recommended!
Lonely Planet is synonymous with giving me a random, undiscoverable, and highly-likely disappointing hints for places to eat and stay. I guess there are great exceptions, like...
Taiya Popo, 14 Wulai Street
I will return to Wulai if I ever slide back in to Taiwan, that's how good was my box of sweet moments.
Last night (Day 2), Megan (from the lovely tea shop) told me that National Palace Museum is a 'must' and 'no 1' place to visit in Taiwan. I am not sure if she was hinting anything, since she was actually working there as well, but I like Megan. ;)
My favourite part was in the donated area, 3rd floor, turn left as you get in, look at the middle set of display and on the right section, there's a piece of wine serving vase that looks very French and renaissancely sexy (plump and curvy). Ow! and they have good selection of souvenirs... and the stylish, high-tech and wonderfully clean toilets too!
The fact that it was beautiful and I didn't get to 'accidentally' struck a moment with Megan, derived a strong impression that I probably had taken the signs to an over-optimistic-somewhat-narcissistic delusional level. ;P
Jacqueline @ socuteithurts seems to blow away the standard of linen book covers.
Going up above the underworld, you'd be seen a minute being amongst the many students who had finished their school and waiting for elevators to transfer groups of motivation-drained minds to the level of tutor-the-hell-out-of-my-Asian-brain.
Still wonder why Asian kids are smarter?
But... I don't know... if the queue is that long, why not take the stairs...?
That's OK! I still got my cheap as Samsung phone to cover me.
(No, it's not blurry. It's you who's tipsy!)
Night 3, Night Market 3, Shida Night Market.
I like how life is not always exciting and full of explosions.
I like how the ending can be disappointing.
Doesn't this whole experience ring a bell that it's what it is: 'life'?
Yet in the cocktail of life, you may stumble upon the perfect moment, like Audrey Tautou smile.
A smile that's made with an anticipated Neverlasting joy, but left an everlasting dent of bliss in the heart.
For that real 'life' smile experience, try Shuanglian station.
It's where the delicious run down solitary restaurants are encircling. It's where the Tea shop (in day 2 post) is. It's manythings (a new word I invented today), like a group of silent elderlies sitting in the closed underground Shuanglian station mall and a bunch of kindergarten graduates screaming as they run for their roles in hide and seek. Sitting in the middle are tasteless pricey art?work of fish.
Does it get drier than that?
Lets take a look down the dry lane...
Many of Taiwanese youngins are born in to a world of hip hop dance. It was 9 p.m. and you see teenagers (boys and gals) turnin up their boom-box and dominating the 10 available gigantic mirrors to practise their art of anatomical synchronisation. There weren't any Timberlake, but the spirits were sacriligious.
Nearby the Shuanglian Station, I hopped in to a random run-down but unusually crowded place and ordered a bowl of noodle (is it Tiger noodle???... 'Meow').
Damn it was 100% recommended.
If you have any electronic issues or wants a new electronic, it would be foolish not to get it sorted expertly and cheaply right in the heart of Taipei. I thought a second battery would be a wise investment for my Canon S 95.
Ximen's not too far from where I stayed, Taipei Garden Hotel. Across the hotel, you'd find a 24 hour carrefour.