Station 1

Taipei, Taiwan: The Layover

The bulk of my plane time is now complete. After sleeping through nearly the entire SF-Taipei flight, I really can't complain-nor can I see why anyone ever complains-about red-eye flights. They're perfect! Spectacular! You arrive already tired and pass right out until you're on the other side of the world.

But, for being on a new side of the planet, things are quite similar so far. My view from the airport window reveals similar scenery to what I already have tucked away in my landscape repertoire. Alas, I'm sure I would feel quite differently if I ventured into the out of (airport) doors.

I must say, however, that I am already sharply keen of my minority status. I do not have any recollection of being this aware of it in other areas that I've visited. More on that piece later.

Back to the dictionary-let the Vietnamese crash course ensue.