Week 4: Back to Taipei

I leave for Australia in a couple of days.
Mom and I took the train up to Taipei from Kaohsiung to see some relatives. The past few days have been a fast-paced road show visiting tons of people. We had a lot of fantastic meals and conversations about me and Iraq, me and my would-be career, me and my trip around the world, me and my lack of a spouse and children...et cetera et cetera. I felt like a politician giving
the same speech over and over again. I'm not complaining except to an observer I probably seemed like a complete egomaniac. I think everyone here was curious as to why their American-born and raised relative is such a complete freak of nature. Thanks to everyone for seeing us here and feeding us and housing us here in Taipei and Kaohsiung. Some relatives came up from other places in Taiwan to see us here in Taipei this week.
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Some parting thoughts on Taiwan...
Taiwan is a pretty cool country, although they could focus more on enhancing the tourism industry here and cleaning up some of the sights. The food is delicious and cheap. The non-stop nightlife of Taipei leaves Manhatten in the dust. Late night eats are awesome. And drinking (although I have luckily avoided doing it very much here this time) is a serious game here. There should be an entire chapter written about drinking customs and courtesies in the Lonely Planet travel book. Although food is delicious, cheap, and readily available every couple of feet, and the people tend to eat and drink late into the early morning hours, most people here are thin by American standards. I have no idea how they stay so fit here, except maybe it has to do with walking more than sitting in a car, but this may be an overestimation on the calorie-burning effects of walking.
My friend Michael pointed out there are more religious people in the States than there are in Taiwan. We argued this point back and forth. Interestingly, there has never been a religious war fought in Chinese (Buddhist) culture. I see temples everywhere (although less so in Taipei), and small shrines in most people's homes. People honor their elders including those who have passed on by having their stern blown-up mugshots in their living rooms and next to their shrines, so they can honor them daily when they "bai-bai" (an incense-burning ritual that involves kowtowing toward the shrine with your head lowered and three incense sticks held aloft). They also go clean their ancestors' tombs every year. There are colorful and noisy parades in the streets for funerals and for honoring a
temple god or goddess, and for bringing proserity in business.
Interestingly few people have an firm understanding on the etiology of the rituals and the many deities here because most of the rituals are traditions. I get a strong sense of mortality here because of the apparent carelessness with motor-safety. Oddly, I feel that seeing the frankness in which meat is slaughtered and butchered in the morning street markets contributes to my sense that life here can be brutish and short. Buddhists believe in reincarnation, and I think this allows for them to cope with this reality. Or this could be complete crap that I've made up.
My friend Michael and I were sitting in a Subway (on Thanksgiving night no less), and the two girls working there asked us if we wanted a cookie because they had made too many. Mike and I looked at each other with mouths agape; like, this has never happened to either one of us. He asked, "Is this what happens when you're White in the States?" It reminds me of an old Eddie Murphy SNL skit where he goes around town disguised as a White Dude and the bank manager just moves a stack of money toward him and winks, "Go ahead! Just take it!"
Today while visiting a Science Park that my aunt works at, there was a caucasian child that my uncle approached. He asked him, in English, "Where are you from?" and he replied in Chinese that he lived here. He was about 7 or 8 years old; his father was American, his mother was Spanish, and he was here attending school at with the rest of the locals here in Taipei (he was born here). He could speak all three languages. (Dude, that is awesome!) I pointed out to my relatives, that the way they looked at this white kid
(with fascination) is basically the way most people looked me when I was growing up in the States. Except, I was lying; growing up in the States I was sort of a freak. My point being, that here, I really am anonymous, and I think this is what it must be like being White in the States. And it isn't until I am here that I feel that difference. That's basically what is cool about being in Taiwan. Besides the fact that I have, like, a million relatives here that I don't have back home. "Home"...hmm...that's another thing...
I head back to Kaohsiung tomorrow morning, then I leave for Australia the following night. I have an overnight flight from Taipei to Brisbane where I will change planes to go to Cairns.