A lot of Taiwanese food is very unappealing, scented with stinky tofu juices or spices that make my stomach feel suddenly full. But since I have been here I have discovered the joys of fresh juicy mango, and my life may never be the same again. Not only can you buy amazing mangoes at any corner fruit stand for a dollar, but the Taiwanese have many creations celebrating this amazing fruit. I am currently addicted to mango juice and milk at the night market, and made 3 trips this week alone to satisfy my craving. My newest obsession is this bundle of yums, shaved ice, condensed milk, ice cream, and a fresh mango or two decorating the top.
How will I survive without?
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Sex Sells
When I first got to Taiwan I carried my camera with me every day to capture the little things in this country that make me smile. I got lazy and stopped documenting, until I recently realized I don't have too much time left here. So now in attempt to fully appreciate and share all that I see, I will be photographing and updating as much as I can.
Today I went bra shopping with my roommate. There is a big warehouse near our dorm, and outside is this crazy blowup doll advertising the wares.
Near the bra warehouse is a massage shop. Stationed right out front in this nakey gold man. I think there are pressure points labelled on his body.
Monday, 21 June 2010
Sorry, but I'm the Queen
Taiwan is full of t-shirts covered in broken English and scrambled letters. And then sometimes on the rare occasion when the English actually makes sense, I wonder if the person wearing it has any idea what it means. One of my students today had a great t-shirt on. I had to bribe him with stickers to let me catch this on camera...
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Dancing Cow
This guy was going crazy in a claw machine at the night market. Is he dancing? Is he so distraught with his life that he is banging his head against the wall? Is he feeling frisky? We may never know...
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Dragon Boat Festival
Yesterday was Dragon Boat Festival, an excuse to be a shameless tourist and also a day off of work. Dragon Boat Festival is celebrated on the fifth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar and it commemorates the drowning of a famous poet in a river in China. After he drowned the people threw rice dumplings into the water to keep the fish from eating his body and raced out in boats to try to rescue him. Thus began the tradition of eating rice dumplings and racing dragon boats on this day.
With my day off work I wanted to get a little taste of culture, but all of the races in Taipei and near me seemed to be only in the morning. As I am living a lazy life, waking up before 10am is a daunting task, so we decided to travel a little further is Hsinchu where we would be able to watch some races in the afternoon hours when I am conscious.
We arrived at the site of the festival with perfect timing - a round of races was just beginning. Each race was between two teams traveling about 2000 meters through the water. The boats are shaped like a dragon with a head and tail. They have a drummer up front, and all the rowers paddle to the beat of the drum in one fluid motion. Another team member is positioned on the head of the dragon and when the team reaches the end of the course this person has to grab a flag from the water. The first team to get the flag is the winner.
The races were right on the coast, and nearby there is a 17k bike path that runs along the water. So after enjoying the races and feasting from the food tents, we rented bikes and hit the road. My bike cost 60NT ($2US) to rent for the entire day. You could get single bikes, tandem bikes, and even these things that looked like golf carts but had four sets of peddles. It was a hot and humid day, but Hsinchu is known as the windy city so we were constantly being blown with a refreshing breeze. The path was gorgeous, we could stop at the beach, we saw some windmills, and it was a very enjoyable day.
Katie, Me, and Clare at the races
Dragon Boat
The drummer who sits at the front of the boat
After the race they get towed back to the start. It's like a lazy mans crew.
This man was fishing near the races. The water looks like the Baltimore Harbor. Not sure I'd want to eat anything he caught.
Jarred, Katie, and Clare biking
The 4-person bike all the Taiwanese were driving. I found out the ride bikes like they ride scooters. Scary scary.
This little lobster bike man marked the entire path.
At the beach
The wind was super strong and at times made it really hard to bike. But also making it a perfect place for windmills.
Dragon Boat Racing
Sunday, 13 June 2010
The Ick
Since I have been in Taiwan I have gotten sick much more often than normal. I think the combination of the air pollution, the really humid weather, and the masses of germy little children I come into contact with every day work together to infect my body. Despite my love of food I have learned to say no when a student comes up to me at break offering me a cookie from their dirty hands, but this does not seem to be enough, and I just recently got over a 3 week long bout with the Taiwanese ick. After a week of a rough cough and sleeping about 16 hours a day, I first tried to stop into a pharmacy. I was hoping to leave with nyquil or a similar product, but instead left with a strip of over 70 unlabeled pills. As tempting as it was to shove the mystery medicine down my throat, I decided to make my first trip to see a doctor the next day. There is one close by that all the Gloria teachers go to, but I think this is mostly based on the fact that she speaks very good English. I went to the clinic, paid my 150NT ($5 US), and headed straight back into her office. After grilling me with questions about Pennsylvania and my church going habits, she shoved an unsterile tube up my nose and ushered me out of her office. I was given yet another strip of unlabeled pills and sent on my way. After taking these for a few days I was getting worse instead of better, so I thought I should try once more. This time I had my friend Clare, who is Taiwanese and an excellent translator, take me to a doctor who is known for more than just English skills. I again paid my150NT, was examined by the doctor, and given a third strip of unlabeled pills. This time I got an antibiotic and after another week of some serious sleep I have finally recovered. So all in all for 2 doctors visits and probably over 200 pills I ended up paying about $15 US. Not a bad deal.
Even my unidentified medicine is Hello Kitty themed
Two of the strips of pills
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