The fourth leg of this journey finds us here, a short flight from South Korea and a completely miserable place to be this time of year. It’s hot, ya’ll. How hot is it? It’s hotter than a Mutha’ Fu*ka.
In our search to cool down, we find the treat of choice is a big bowl of crushed ice drizzled with Mango syrup sprinkled with chunks of fresh Mango topped with a big scoop of Mango ice cream. The perfect tasty treat to ice down my testicles. And we find this tasty treat in Taipei. The muggier-than-St. Louis-like hell capital of Taiwan. And assembly site of male undergarments.
But there is some beauty here.
It’s a fine blend of eastern China, Tokyo and the sweet, humid death of the New Orleans summer. The cute boutique hotel, Les Suites Taipei, is staffed with young talent who quickly learn your name. And who could pass up the chance to launch up to the Observation deck of Taipei 101, where the Japanese-made elevators shoot you skyward at 55 ft/s. That doesn’t seem like much until you try to run 55 ft/s, and then you’ll be like, “Fu*k that’s fast.”
In our search to cool down, we find the treat of choice is a big bowl of crushed ice drizzled with Mango syrup sprinkled with chunks of fresh Mango topped with a big scoop of Mango ice cream. The perfect tasty treat to ice down my testicles. And we find this tasty treat in Taipei. The muggier-than-St. Louis-like hell capital of Taiwan. And assembly site of male undergarments.
But there is some beauty here.
It’s a fine blend of eastern China, Tokyo and the sweet, humid death of the New Orleans summer. The cute boutique hotel, Les Suites Taipei, is staffed with young talent who quickly learn your name. And who could pass up the chance to launch up to the Observation deck of Taipei 101, where the Japanese-made elevators shoot you skyward at 55 ft/s. That doesn’t seem like much until you try to run 55 ft/s, and then you’ll be like, “Fu*k that’s fast.”
