Me: Umx. M
Me: U.. my
TL: You’re butt texting me
TL: Tell your butt to stop texting me
As it turns out, on the ride to dinner last night my butt was busy taking pictures too. Sorry Tyler!
I’m somewhat astounded by how generally thin the Taiwanese are, given how deliciously unhealthy their food can be. This breakfast spot was in a little mall about 2km from my hotel, and at a quarter to 7 in the morning already had a 40 minute wait for counter service. Their signature combination of onion bread, fried eggs, a Chinese doughnut, and fresh soy milk was so tasty and I’d happily wait that again.
There’s a night market every night of the week in every neighbourhood, and they’re all crammed with oyster omelettes, stinky tofu, beef noodle soup, shaved ice, every possible preparation of pig and duck parts, and other unidentified edible biomatter I’m sure more challenging to the western palate. Looking forward to a return trip.