Travel Blogs from Taoyuan
who curls their tongue when they speak
and who doesn’t. what thoughts
occupy the insides of our wet
language is keeping you in chains—what brand
of syllables crash relentless into the backs
of pearl teeth. which ocean
rages against emerald rock, foaming
... cool areas. We were planning to go for xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) for dinner, but it was too early and we were not hungry at all. We went back and hung out at our hostel for a couple hours before going to dinner. We went to the Dongmen area for dinner. There are tons of places to eat in this area! Dan ate like it was his last day ever eating!
It was pretty late after dinner and we started to head back ...
... the midst of training. We settled on a bar called "On Tap" (mainly because some of us lads were already craving a "proper pint"). It was a pub based around a normal bar back home in the UK, but not many of the UK's beers. It was also very expensive due to this fact! But it was still a good night, we played some drinking games, socialized, played some pool with some other "ex pats" from Australia.Then later on we were also challenged by a couple of Taiwanese girls to some games ...
... sleep through. Supposed to meet her friends at the airport, where her friends have chartered a car with an uncle driver to drive us to 宜蘭 （礁溪）. We waited, waited, and at last we realized we were at different terminals. OMG! Finally, after 1 hour 15 mins of drive, we safely arrived at the ...
He knew that if he picked up ordinary pebbles and threw them down again because they were cold, he might pick up the same pebble hundreds of times. So, when he felt one that was cold, he threw it into the sea. He spent a whole day doing this but none of them was the touchstone. Yet he went on and on this way. Pick up a pebble. Cold - throw it into the sea. Pick up another. Throw it ...