Excitement rises. Well too familiar feeling. I will experience what I know, munch on my favorite snacks, will see and walk somewhere new. Really, I’m one shelf higher inside my emotional library. But the body is in Haneda airport watching the planes and agreeing with the brain.
3 hours to Taipei is nothing if you have extra leg room emergency seat and some work to do. Easy, peasy…” Taiwanesey”. To rephrase the famous phrase (by Brooks) in “Shawshank Redemption”. My favorite movie. Still.
Today I was thinking about this short time positive emotion injection. Basically you can fly to Taipei on Friday. Reach your hotel within an hour from the local airport (Haneda flights from Japan land in Songshan airport mostly, and this airport is kind of inside the city).
Visit night market.
I never miss a beer after sauna on the rooftop of Landis hotel (stay here a lot).
By the way, I bought a can of Ukrainian beer, too sweet to my taste, but they do need some sweetness surrounded by all this bitterness…
Walk along Tamsui river.
Really , it can be enough before going back home on Sunday. The geography can be surely changed. Of course, in case of Germany resident, it can be a trip to Poland etc. For Aussie - New Zealand for sure. It is just a small concept. If you are too busy, but need some positive emoinjection, it can be the way. I also vote for a short fishing trip or a mountain hike. But immersing in a different culture, I think, is dimensionally higher.
To me, I am sending this thought to the skies, agreeing and not. In any case, I have one more week here, and I will see, touch and smell what I know, and what I don’t.
I have a lot of notes on Taiwan wandering. Hope one day I will blog them. But priority is new places here and a few more hikes in HK next week.
Rain started. I’m with my beloved Taiwanese food, stinky tofu.
The “shelf” feels comfortable…
Hello Igor! And again something familiar and close in feeling from my travels to Taipei in Taiwan. A week in the 'Yomi' hotel, a mountain hike with adventures on bicycles, and of course, a wonderful street massage and a massage by a blind old master of his craft... Besides, wonderful food and many other impressions and memories, especially the longest passport control in my travel history upon arrival at the airport...