5/22/10

I always knew never learning how to ride a bike would come back to haunt me

I should have known today was going to be a good day when we opened our breakfast box and it was filled with various chocolate pastries!

A honey glazed crossaint, a chocolate glazed and filled sweet roll, a cream cheese brownie, and a chocolate sponge cake (ok there was also a ham sandwich wrapped in seaweed that I had to pass on-ew). Definite good chi.
We ate breakfast on the bus on the way to Taipei County Yingko Ceramics Museum.
After a brief guided tour, we wandered around and looked at various exhibits containg pieces ranging from ancient statues to contemporary clocks. One of the pieces was even modeled after viagra um ew, but my favorite was the toilet display. We then headed to a pottery studio where we made bowls, vases, and pots on the wheel and ate lunch at the attatched restaurant. This may come as a shock, but we finally found a meal that I did not like. Lunch consisted of white rice and this sticky stew of sorts that smelled kind of like trash and had a texture that resembled paste. A lot of people actually liked lunch, but I had to pass. This put me in a very cranky mood as we started our shopping trip down ceramics alley. It reminded me almost of a China Town that sold mostly ceramics..and then we spotted the soft serve. Soft serve frozen yogurt is one of my favorite foods. When I lived in the dorms and ate in the dining halls, I had soft serve with at least two meals a day. After a big cone of chocolate/vanilla swirl, I was perked up and ready to shop. I picked up some cute cups and plates, don't ask me how I'm going to get them back home, and called it a day. While we were waiting for everyone to meet back up with us, we stopped to watch some children's dance performance in the street. Being as we are a group of 13 Americans, we attract some attention and the kids made us come dance with them. Apparently Americans are a novelty here: sometimes they give us candy (thumbs up) and sometimes they make us get in a circle and do dumb dances (thumbs down). We finally get hearded back on the bus and drive for a while until we get to this little shack by the side of the road surrounded by tons of bikes in every shape, size, and seat number. As you may or may not know, I do not know how to ride a bike. At all. So this is what I ended up with:

ok just kidding, they didn't give me a bike with training wheels. Megan, Hannah, Gina, and I (team grab-a-heiny) decided to go on a four person bike, which ended up being broken, and took off exploring around the beachy area. During our adventure we biked through a sandstorm, dodged traffic, almost hit various people, and got involved with many other mishaps. Most of the time we just pedaled as hard as we could yelling "beep beep" and "ni hao" at the top of our lungs. Yes, we were those Americans

a lot of bonding was done on this trip, and afterwards at the fish market we decided to have a fun little team photo shoot


hannah's face is blocked, but since this is MY blog, I'm posting the picture where I look the best (sorry Hannah, I still love you TONS)
and cue gluttony outside the fish market Gina and I split the most delicious pineapple I have ever tasted (she bargained for it-her mom (and mine) would be so proud!) and inside....wow. where to begin. I think pictures can describe better than words:



we split a "bucket" of different fried seafood (shrimp, squid, baby fish) tossed in some spices that I can only best describe as an Asian crawfish boil. This was just a warmup for our dinner.

Dinner was once again served lazy susan style.



It was a lot of seafood dishes, some rice, and a new addition-Beer! The drinking age is 18 here so I can legally drink. new feeling. Apparenly beer is beer because Taiwanese beer tastes pretty similar to some American beer.
It's been a long day and we have to get up super early since we're taking an overnight trip to Hualien and Toroko Gorge tomorrow. Not bringing my computer with me, so be on the lookout for a super long post when I get back!

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