.. and I mean it in the best possible way.
Going down the exotic Pacific Coast of Taiwan, on a rented scooter (that managed to break only once), on a hot humid day, gave me the most awesome feeling of freedom I ever had.
2 months later, in dusty Bucharest, sitting at my computer reading stuff, [arms and legs healed from the sunburns I had while on the scooter,] my mind still wanders back to Taiwan, to stinky tofu, friendly people, colourful streets, kumquat juice, chopsticks…
And it appears Taiwan also remembers me: just received some cool personalised stamps with a photo of me, Apple and Thierry, just before going with a dragon boat. Thierry also got a set, having a photo of us 3 along with Maggie, at the Farewell Banquet:
But the thing that I remember most… haunting me… is those dancing dolls and their song.. can’t get it out of my head… bobee bobee bobee arghhh!