The return to Taipei was like jumping from a soothing bath into a pot of water on a rolling boil. The crowds and noise and rush of this place drained away all my tranquility and left me empty, confused, and a little upset, actually. The four of us rushed from HSR to subway to metro to meet up with Cher and Tom for lunch at a place who's name I never heard and probably wouldn't have remembered if I did hear it. It was an interesting place with a "menu" out front that consisted of samples of all the the available dishes. You just scanned over the selection and pointed to or called out what you wanted to the waiter who hovered nearby. I was still in my sensory overload phase and barely remembered to snap a few pictures of the menu and the avalanche of food that arrived at the table afterward. How can six people eat so much food and still be rail thin???
After lunch we went to the bank to cash some travelers checks then went tea shopping and to Eslite, a huge book store. I should have gotten pictures of the bookstore, people were sitting everywhere on stairs and in aisles reading books and magazines. No chairs anywhere. It was again, sad to say, more overload for me as I stepped gingerly around people. I gave up soon enough and retreated to a corner, plopped down, and listened to my iphone for a bit. After that, we got lost, briefly, on the buses, then made it back to Cher's place, traded dirty laundry for freshly washed clothes, and hitched a ride back to the hotel with Chunnan's sister Shu-Jen, her husband (name unknown), and their son Stanley.
Checking back into the hotel (we gave our room for the time away at the Chateau) was like coming home. We got the same room as before though, oddly, our king size bed was now two twin beds. Still, I felt a little of the stress fade as we entered. A visit to the facilities and a nice hot shower calmed me down and a couple of hours of quiet reflection got me all settled again and I was ready for the evening...a visit to the Shilin Night Market.

I do so enjoy reading your travelogue and snickering over your typos (Typos are so ME!). I'm still smiling over those "Porn" Meatballs (kind of makes you wonder how they make them, eh?)and the drunken chicken (I'm sure that wasn't a typo, but it sure brought a smile to my face.)
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you has a chaos and claustrophobia attack. I can certainly understand why. You are going to be WORN OUT by the time you get home, and will have gained 20 lbs from all that eating! I too wonder how your hosts manage to stay so slim if they eat like that all the time.
Luvulots, Mom
I found that typo and fixed it...sorry. :-(
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