And on their practical significance. Today I woke up late, like 10 minutes to find pants and pee and run the station late. I do all of this, thankfully in that order, before realizing there’s no way in hell I’ll make my train. But it’s ok ’cause I’ve got a car right? Ahh but the permission slip hasn’t been signed yet. “Well what if I bend the rules a bit,” I ask myself. “What if I just drive to the station by school, park, and walk the rest. If I hit some old grandma I wasn’t going to school, just to the train station. No school liability.”
Brilliant plan for a man who has only a cursory knowledge of the town he’s driving into. 45 minutes later and I’m cursing the Japanese utter lack of intelligible street signs. I finally, finally, come to the station and park. Walking to school I find myself crossing the threshold a full hour late. Fortunately I was an hour late for nothing. Hibari’s “birthday” was today and I had the day off. Well fucking-a. So yes, actually opening Google calendar and inputing that nugget of info when my Kyoto sensei mentioned it to me weeks ago would’ve been…wise.
Now onto things you are more probably interested in: photos of me eating stuff. (The entire Taiwan Day 1 Set on Flickr)
I get dropped off maybe 20 minutes from the airport at 10 at night with Huei-ting. I haven’t been in Taiwan more than an hour and I’m already eating a Chinese favorite, Stinky Tofu.
Tastes as good as I look. Next, ting enjoys some Chicken anus. “Delicious!” She insists. “I’ll never know”
A dog caught at the perfect moment:
Finally, one of my favorite shots of the trip was one of the first. From Narita:
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