From the trip blog: "The Global Trip: Chinese Leftovers and Other Asian Appetizers"
Posted April 25, 2010
DAY 4: “Hello!” said the familiar voice on my local-SIM-card-enabled phone. “Welcome to Taipei!”
“I just told the information booth lady, xiexie [thank you],” I answered.
“Oh, you’re official!”
From the trip blog: "The Global Trip: Chinese Leftovers and Other Asian Appetizers"
Posted April 26, 2010
DAY 5: Even though the Taiwanese switched from a six-day-work-week to a Western five-day one, that didn’t mean much to Elizabeth since her job at an English learning center had her come in on Saturdays anyway — which only meant that Sundays (and some Monday mornings) were her only day to go out excursioning. Usually she goes daytripping with her friend Amanda, but Amanda was away with her father, leaving me to be Elizabeth’s daytripping partner for the day. (Little did I know at the beginning of the day that it almost cost me an eye.)
From the trip blog: "The Global Trip: Chinese Leftovers and Other Asian Appetizers"
Posted April 27, 2010
DAY 6: “I spoke to my mom earlier,” Elizabeth told me. “I told her, ‘Erik’s here but I can’t really challenge him with anything because he’s done everything already.’” True, living in food-obsessed New York City and having been to China already, I’d encountered many far eastern customs and culinary creations that a Minnesotan family like hers might only see via Andrew Zimmern. However, there were a few things that Taiwan could prove to be unique, and more than the fact that they have creepy moving mannequin flagmen, or the fact that people hang their sausages out to dry with their laundry.
From the trip blog: "The Global Trip: Chinese Leftovers and Other Asian Appetizers"
Posted May 09, 2010
DAYS 17-18: “Qiu-qiu!” (pronounced “tcho-tcho!”) I cried out to the cute little puppy face greeting me outside of Juju’s Peugeot back in Shanghai (picture above). I had greeted Scott and Juju as well when the three of them picked me up from the Maglev station after I’d flown back to Shanghai from Seoul for an overnight layover.
“She’s excited,” Juju told me, which led to one thing:
“I think she peed on me,” I reported. I checked my pants; she had peed right on my crotchal region. “It looks like I peed.”
“Welcome to China,” Scott joked.