Day 2 in Tainan: a city of ghosts

Day 2 in Tainan: a city of ghosts

The local bus looked like a tour bus from the 1950s that was picking up customers that had been dead for a long time. It confused the heck out of me. You even need to pay with the exact change. No one seems to know how much that is. How lovely. When we finally get on, the half empty bus squeaked, squawked and quacked all way to our destination. I am not a fan. What is this town? When did time stop here? Continue reading Day 2 in Tainan: a city of ghosts

Day 1 in Tainan: a high speed train to a has-been town

Day 1 in Tainan: a high speed train to a has-been town

Tainan is like a woman who was once incredibly beautiful but has let herself go. She isn’t ugly, but she’s like a fading movie star whose shimmer has lost its lustre. Her skin no longer glows not because she’s been abandoned; but because she no longer cares with her upkeep. Everyone remembers and knows her name, but her life story is over and has been relegated to the old dusty books. Continue reading Day 1 in Tainan: a high speed train to a has-been town