Praise The Formosan Sun: Streets and Meats and Dragon Dil- Boat racing...

The other day began with my weak attempt to plot out a route to the Mandarin Training Center in order to sign up for classes. And I say weak because my planning involved looking at a map for about two minutes and then rushing to the nearest convenience shop to procure foodstuffs.

Said Foodstuffs.

The hours that followed involved copious amounts of wandering the streets in a vain attempt to find the easily spotted subway stations that litter the city. Instead I passed numerous parks with business men sleeping and alleyways with "German" cafes, and a club called "The Jazz Seen" (yes, seen, not scene).I also passed a few Taiwanese people who shouted things to me like "HOLLYWOOD!" and "WAS-ZUP!".

I eventually took a cab.

After going through registration at the training center I went out for Mongolian BBQ with some friends.

We chose the ingredients, and then they beat the shit out of the ingredients with large sticks.

It was baller.

Later that night we went to a night market and I paid some lady $3 to beat the shit out of me with a bundle of sticks to "remove toxins" for 30 minutes. I felt amazing afterwards.

There were also penis cakes

and small dogs

(not related actually)
(And no, no one ate that dog, It was for sale as a pet in a pet store you plonkers.)
Then I went home and slept forever.

Today was spent going to the dragon boat festival, which was awesome and full of dragon boat racing. My school had a team and we lost by .2 seconds.

(Not my team, but a boat nonetheless.)

And then I ate a fried squid, and there was rapping

Afterwards we went to taipei101 which is a massive mall that is 101 stories tall ( I think?). Also has about every single brand name store that is worth more than me, such as louis vutton and chanel and shit.