Undoing 7 Months of Work

By rigourous Taiwanese foot massage that is. I was almost in tears, but it was decidedly that "good kind of pain". Although, in retrospect, perhaps I should have just gotten my brother to kick my feet for 40 minutes instead?

Night Market

Entrnace to the night market- a Taiwanese tradition Food stalls serving dinner at a frenzied pace a 'pancake' batter being stirred with a paddle attached to a drill vegetable filled dumplings cooked on a grill assorted cooked snails roasted duck heads In Taipei, young couples almost never cook dinner at home. Traditional Taiwanese hot pot with enoki mushrooms, green onion, cabbage, intestines, duck blood and fermented bean curd (so fermented its rotten smell permeates most of the market) in a spicy broth. Counter intuitively delicious! a piece of someone's intestine goes to meet mine . . . millet, tapioca balls (think: bubble tea), and coconut jelly covered in shaved ice with passionfruit syrup on top

Arrived

Finally after 4 days, 7 takeoffs, 7 landings and 3 continents (note to self for future: direct flights are key). I was so tired, I arrived, took this photo out of the bathroom window at the hostel, and went to bed for 18 hours. It's currently 24 degrees and sunny with a nice breeze. Ahhh . . . .