I’m in Taipei. The first thing I did when I arrived was grab a beer with Troy; we picked it up from one of the countless 7-11’s. The produce markets were just starting up, setting up their terrible meats.
The smell in Taipei is mostly hideous. Three outta four corners have food vendors that sell really greasy undercooked meat treats. They have little fans with ribbons tied to the flaps that rotate slowly above the meaty slabs to keep away the flies. The smell from corner to corner, moment to moment is a warm conglomerate of cat piss/tofu/rooster shit/blood/ and salt custard. I like it here but the smell must go. I bought a Glade scented outlet plug deal for my room and fell asleep with it on, all the windows closed---I woke up in the middle of the night coughing, with choking double lung because of the vaporous faux lemon haze. But still, I’d prefer mustard-gas (if only for the fact that I could rub my own piss via rag all over my face--ask any WWI vet) to the alley-way multi-stench
My always greasy face is even slicker on account of the humidity. Believe it.
A blue sky is rare so far while the smog-grey clouds prevail.
I’m having a hard time with Mandarin--some of the sounds so far—see, I came here and I thought, “What? there is absolutely no linguistic sound on Earth that I can’t duplicate.” Me so very wrong. Just as Asians have a problem with “R” and “L” there are tons of sounds here that I simply cannot duplicate, many words have a strange windy (kwah) sound at the begging or the always subtle (jsh) sound, fuck there are countless others. Anyway, I’m still practising but things are pretty difficult so far.
My eyes, they sting.
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