plane ride...taipei walk about...

plane ride (edited version...i shouldn't drink and write)-

as we flew into the big dipper, i realized we were flying into a storm. the taiwanese woman i sat with was kind enough to translate the weather from the taipei times. as i watched the orange lighting from my window (which was just a pre-storm), i then focused on my drink and tried not to be distracted by the bouncing plane...gabi and kevin are in for some ride. but maybe not, i received an emergency message from nati but i'm still confused and surprised that she knew where i was staying and i don't know what she wanted.

the flight wasn't as luxurious as my last flight to asia but the conversation compensated. i sat with an older japanese man whom spoke very good english and translated to the young girl sitting with us. in their honor, i started into a japanese beer...i drink alone.

going back to the beginning of the trip, my mom was kind enough to help me pack, do laundry and drive me to the airport with only 3 hours of sleep...what a doll. my flight left ottawa at 7:40, chatted with a nice man from hong kong and arrived in chicago sometime that afternoon.

i've confirmed my feelings about american's and i'm repulsed by them...in every way possible...call me judgmental but i've given them the benefit of the doubt for years, maybe they say the same about us.

the plane is currently dropping into taipei and i have to figure out where i'm going from there...probably the east dragon inn.

afternoon in taipei-

finally got lots of sleep and some exercise. stopped for a taiwan beer at an irish pub-like-joint...which is a shame but all the other places are loud and smell of mystery meats. here they don't cook in front of your face, which could be viewed as a bad thing too.

saw a movie today (wedding crashers) which i have alot of respect for due to my lack of respect for weddings and all that non-sense.

the typhoon is really starting to pick up but it comes and goes. my hair is like a big knot. i forgot the feeling of walking amongst such a homogeneous culture. there's people everywhere but your all alone...which i don't mind. but i don't care much for the pointing and staring...i'll be desensitized by that in a few months. but i can't stop thinking that i have something on my face and that's why they're looking at me.

i have this weird feeling like someone is with me. like i'm walking or sitting with a friend. it's very strange but comforting. i enjoy being alone, gives me time to reflect on life, people and the special things that get easily over-looked (i miss hobbes).

i spent so much of my younger years looking for that party or a higher high. now i'm able to focus on the simplicity of life...and for the first time, i actually feel like i'm living a meaningful life...whatever that is. why can't i feel this peaceful in canada, we have everything there. am i destined to be a vagabond for life. i know i need constant change and excitement, i guess travel affords me that fulfillment.

i better collect my bags and make my way back to the airport to pick up the gang...that's if they make it there tonight...i'm not sure if i'm prepared to sleep in the airport tonight after being spoiled with the hotel room and bathtub.