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Previously at Neatorama: A Trip to Taipei’s Shilin Night Market and Not In Kansas Anymore
or North Carolina, either–odds and ends– observations at random on Taiwanese daily life
Once again, Neatorama welcomes guest blogger Joel Haas, North Carolina sculptor and author, as he posts his adventures in Taiwan.
Culture shock happens when you pick up the live wire of daily life in another country, particularly another continent. It can be the big thing such as finding yourself a racial minority and oddity in the street, or small things such as wondering what all those fires in front of every business and home mean–it’s not the least bit cold. Why do people stuff their sales receipts in special clear plastic boxes on the sidewalks–and, speaking of sidewalks, why is the sidewalk a different height and design in front of each business or home? and speaking of home and business, what is it like to have the family living room open out into the street and double as a place of business where every body who wants to, say, have your dad fix their scooter, can bring it right up to the family couch and television? Does everybody have their family shrine right over the TV and DVD player?
Before we get into the genuinely amusing, strange stuff (from an American perspective) about Taiwan, let me get several things off my chest:
Don’t they all look alike? I mean, really how can you tell those people apart?
This is the one comment that pushes my button. Really. Stand around on any street here for five minutes and you’ll see Taiwanese don’t look any more alike than Caucasians. Even without the admixture of the American Armed Forces stirring the genetic pot for decades, the advent of modern hair coloring means the average school girl with blond hair here is no more likely to be a real blond than an American one. There has been a disquieting fad for wearing enormous blue contacts in their eyes.
a shot of this promotional poster is as well as I can do since I couldn’t take photos of the elevator operators in Shin Kong Department Store
Don’t they eat dogs and other odd stuff like snakes?
No. They don’t eat dogs. Most dogs I’ve seen here are as pampered as ones in America. On the way to a concert today, I saw no less than three dogs in, so help me God, knitted sweaters. In this heat, that may cook them, but not by design.
What people eat is always an interesting question. Food often is a major definition of culture. My culture in North Carolina is only a generation or two removed from widespread consumption of chitlin’s, possum, squirrel, and fat back. Frog legs are considered a delicacy in French restaurants, so let’s not get carried away with what other people think is down home cookin’. There is a place in Taipei called Snake Alley that sells snake meat. It’s mostly a tourist attraction now. The average Taiwanese eats no more snake than the average American eats rattlesnake or alligator meat.
Don’t you get tired of eating rice?
No. Mainly because they don’t serve a lot of rice here. Look back through all my food photos, in my travel letters and my extra photos on Flickr; don’t see any rice do you? Rice is served like a roll might be served to you in the States. I have been served rice three times in the more than two weeks I have been here. Each time it was simply in a small bowl to the side, a bowl no bigger than a coffee cup at home. The average Taiwanese’s reaction to a serving of Kung Pow chicken from an AMERICAN Chinese restaurant would be about the same as an American’s if served field peas, collards, carrots and fried pork chops glopped together on a bed of twelve slices of bread.
WITH THOSE ITEMS OFF MY CHEST, LET’S TAKE A LOOK AT SOME STUFF THAT AIN’T LIKE IT IS AT HOME.
7-11s run this country. It’s not a democracy nor a dictatorship. It is “quick-stop-ocracy.”
There are competing chains, Circle K, Family Store, Happy Store, etc. but they’re all the same as a 7-11 which remains the dominant brand. You can do anything at a 7-11; pay your bills, taxes, traffic tickets; buy French wine, pickled duck eggs, Love Milk, and videos.
Every receipt comes with a lottery ticket. Now wouldn’t that just get all the Baptists’ panties in a twist back home in the South!
If you enjoyed reading A Trip to Taipei’s Shilin Night Market yesterday at Neatorama, you’ll want to see part two of sculptor Joel Haas’ travelogue. Red Bean Filled Hockey Pucks and Mind Control chronicles his visits to the National Palace Museum and the Long Shan Temple. Also look for part three online tomorrow! Link
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This guest post is from North Carolina author and sculptor Joel Haas (featured previously at Neatorama), who is traveling in Taiwan and taking plenty of pictures.
Whatever they are, a night market is NOISE and COLOR!!
The smell of “stinky tofu” (fermented tofu) fills the air so you know you’re in a true Taiwanese market. You can buy everything to eat from steaks to jellyfish to candied tomatos to tea jelly; cotton candy to squid; tripe to exotic fruit. Shop for clothes, luggage, underwear (remember the people who needed waistband amplifiers?) or books. Power tools or bok choy, a night market’s got it all and probably more.
Grannies shoot baskets at one of the numerous arcades.
“Buddha Head” fruit on sale–Joy’s and my favorite. Called “custard Apple” in English. It is unknown in the States as it doesn’t ship well.
I couldn’t resist buying a package of this stuff. It’s very thin and dry. Quite tasty, actually.
