Crap Shack: Taiwan

Without Taiwan, Ang Lee wouldn't have existed. Without Ang Lee, the world probably wouldn't know that cowboys can be gay. And without gay cowboys, Crash probably would have won the best picture Oscar ... wait a minute...

Anyway, Taiwan, as a place where the bubble tea was invented and parliamentary fights degenerates into all out food fights, has many tasty goodies to offer. (As a side note, Taiwan's parliament is astonishingly colourful. During my short four-day stay, the Prime Minister—who, btw, was re-elected by a narrow margin following a possibly-dubious assassination attempt on him only hours before the election—and his wife were accused of taking bribes in the form of department store gift certificates. There's also another parliamentary fight that resulted in somebody's wig ripped off. The 24-hours news channels are easily the most entertaining channels on the island.)

A sample of what the street vendors of Taiwan has to offer includes fried chicken pieces the size of my face,


enormous ice cream cones (notice the bottom of the ice cream has started to melt as my mom tried to tinker with my phone camera. There was like an extra 5 inches when I first got it.)


and candied fruits (I didn't buy it because the red glaze looks sketch.)



Aside from that, I also saw a couple on the metro with matching clogs.