A terrifying thing happened to me on the way to the club...

I had an extra-specially confusing taxi driver this evening. I went downstairs and walked out to the street. There was a queue of four cars queuing up at the red light at the crossroads, and the last one was ready for hire. I jogged over, waving at him and he waved his hands back, frantically shaking his head. Crushed by this rejection, I changed direction and started walking back along the street.

Boxing Day surprises

People keep telling us things, and then they start happening to us. Last night we met an acquaintance from Hong Kong who lives in Taipei, who warned us about the mad people who hang out at the main station and talk to people, and now every time we go near the station somebody will come up and try to make conversation with me. They don't seem properly mad, in terms of the government-is-reading-our-minds-and-we-must-all-wear-tinfoil-hats; since the extent of their conversation is to ask me how long I'm in Taipei for and where I'm from, they're essentially harmless, but it's odd that they never approached me before. Or perhaps I'm just hanging around in the railway station more frequently.