Taipei II

One of the larger challenges when traveling and being so outward focused during that time is that I struggle to internalize and process the events and my thoughts. Doing so in retrospective, like I am now this early morning in mid-January, presents problems of recall and separation. "What happened that day? How'd I feel? What did I perceive that triggered those feelings?"; all of those questions are harder to answer, harder to tease into more meaningful reflections. The lesson, of course, is to be deliberate in reserving time and energy to perform those important elements of, say, SQ3R that apply outside of studying — survey (the day), question (my feelings and reactions), recall (what happened and, more importantly, what it meant), and review (with distillation into writing).

Later in our trip, my fiancé mentioned that it felt like the itinerary had morphed from a "visit Taiwan before something bad happens" to an interesting overlap with Republic of China (ROC) history, spread across two historically important cities. Taiwan is where the Republic of China government (via the Kuomintang) retreated/relocated to after the loss of mainland China to the Chinese Communist Party during the Chinese Civil War. The National Palace Museum is part of the legacy of the ROC under Chiang Kai-shek and we visited the National Palace Museum on the second day of our time in Taiwan. 

The National Palace Museum is not directly accessible on the MRT, Taipei's metro subway system, but via convenient (and very busy) bus routes from a couple key stations. We found it easy to navigate from Shilin Station on the Red/Tamsui-Xinyi Line to the correct bus stop, with the way clearly identified by signs and anthropomorphic cabbage statues. (This probably demands an explanation: one of the most popular attractions at the National Palace Museum is the Jadeite Cabbage. This beautiful piece of jadeite was carved into the shape of a napa cabbage head prior to 1889. At Shilin there is an information display for the National Palace Museum and part of its wayfinding is a humanoid statue of the Jadeite Cabbage, anthropomorphized and cutely pointing the way to the bus stop.) 

I don't think I can write enough with clarity about the absolute wealth of the former Forbidden City hoarded items that were crated up and the sliver (around maybe 20%) of those deeply important cultural and artistic items that made it to Taipei. It's astonishing. The National Palace Museum's nearly 700K artifacts span multiple dynasties, ancestral cultures (like the Liangzhu culture from 3400 – 2250 BCE) stretching back to the neolithic period, and are highly distributed in their origin. Instead, the books, my gosh, the books! Books from as early as the Song dynasty (960-1279) are on display and the materials and printing are so beautiful.

There's a hallway between major sections of the books section that is packed full of book collections. There is a complete edition of the Complete Library of the Four Treasuries, with 3,000 types of books, that shows just how important written, offline history can be. In particular, these books enabled scientists and academics to understand how Chinese languages changed over time. The incredible dedication of the staff who cared for this collection, who transported it across vast lands and waters, dodging conflicts and conflicted peoples, should be recognized equally to the artifacts themselves.

We left the National Palace Museum as they were closing at 5pm. I think one could spend several days exploring the museum as some exhibitions were very busy and would take longer to move through due to queues.

Later in the day, Shilin Night Market would be our venue for dinner and exploration. The night market is vibrant, sprawling out of the Shilin Market building and into the surrounding streets in the neighborhood. In Taiwan, the "small eats" available at the stalls and storefronts are inexpensive, tasty, and ever evolving to meet the tastes of the primarily young crowds. The customers come in waves, as the school day ends, as workers get out of their jobs, as tourists transition from museums to the streets, starting near 5pm and continuing late into the early morning.

Secondary schools in Taiwan, and other countries, end near or after 5pm, so groups of students find the night market an inexpensive place to get some bites to eat, socialize, and decompress from school. As I walked to the market area, I wouldn't need a map if I just followed the clusters of students with their backpacks and in their uniforms.

Mixed in with the food vendors are games for younger children (including what looked like pachinko), shooting, dart throwing, and reaction games where you can impress your date and win a stuffed animal or other prize. For adults, and those with more spending money, there's clothing, books, toys, gifts, and more. Some of the storefronts do not open at all during the morning and afternoon, instead awaiting the throngs in the evening. 

I struggle to find a comparable to this in the United States. Farmer's markets are open during the day, typically, and cater to adults. Food halls are rare and usually priced above market. Why is this? Why are night markets so rare in the United States? I think the blame lies in zoning, litigation, higher labor costs, and car orientation. Regulators would need to be open to more risk, lower costs to license and inspect, and have built institutional capacity for handling the difference in volume and dynamism that is inherent in "small operator" (i.e. less capitalized, lower management capacity). Payment systems would need to be faster, less expensive, and optimized for purpose. 

All that aside, the standout food from Shilin was fried egg scallion pancake from a street seller just outside the core of the night market. The cart, situated outside a 7-11 (ubiquitous to the point of being useless as a wayfinding aid), was part of a two location business and grew a line while we were there. The scallion pancake inflated like a balloon as it fried, with the cook managing its position and eventually deflating it with a swift poke. A complex layering of flavors, from egg, a savory/sweet sauce, and a bit of hot sauce, were wrapped in a perfectly flaky scallion pancake. Surely, this is a hangover cure as well as a salve for the pains of the work day?

I have some video of the process, which I can share via email.

After getting our fill of foods (and one toy), we had a nightcap at Do Bar 獨角落. The cocktails were made well, by an attentive and cute bartender, and the karaoke area was in use by two young men with passable harmony. Next to us at the bar was a not-quite-beligerent drinker, who had finished about 6 beers before we had even arrived — I think we were relatively early compared to the night drinking crowd (and it was a Tuesday night). He eventually struck up conversation and regaled us with tales of selling the best, most recognized, most regarded tea in Taiwan. 

It took a while to extricate ourselves from the looping stories, but eventually we did. As we walked toward the MRT, we passed through the hustle-bustle of the night market, navigating more dense crowds than earlier.

When my family and I visited Germany over a decade ago, my sister arranged our schedule. Key to the schedule was time and meals "on the economy" as most of the time we went to the nearby military base. Here, in Taipei, I was reminded just how important connecting outside the bubble, whether that be the tourist bubble or another bubble to be discussed later, is to understanding more about the world, about one own's country and systems, and one's own place in those. The night market experience made me think about the impact of tradition, regulation, and more on the use of private property and the public sphere. Is there a way, for example, for me to open a small cafe, serving my neighborhood, with low capital in the future? Right now, the answer is sadly "no".

Preparing for Travel

It comes in waves, growing slowly, then seemingly exponentially, before reaching a fever pitch — the anxiety. Is my packing list good? Did I over shoot and include too much? Why does this suitcase weigh so damn much?! Maybe I should pack older socks and then dispose of them before I come back, leaving more space for… notebooks? cat toys? trinkets? a camera? Then, crashing down, feelings splitting into infinite foam.

There's room to breathe in between the waves cresting. Room to consider the purpose of the travel, the "why" animating the packing, the decisions that lead up to this moment. For me, it often takes days to prepare for travel, but especially so when that travel is international. I feel like every trip is bespoke; I have to evaluate everything I pack again… and again. Not truly necessary, this is why checklists exist, right? But here I am again, a little less than a year since the first trip to Asia, doing the same thing.

Last year, the complexity originated in the high variation in climates. Ho Chi Minh City is warm in December and January, surprisingly so. Chengdu? Cool and damp. Istanbul? Brrrr.

Usually at the end of a trip, I look back and truly understand the needless worry. I had time to wash the socks. I easily re-wore the jeans more than typical and it wasn't a problem. What, me worry? Naw.

Logically, I understand that this is all practice. Putting the repetitions in builds confidence and the ability to flex within the confines of a set of flights. "More like this", I think. "More practice."

Now, where is my damn passport?

 Staying Open to Connection

Continuing on from Chengdu, we flew to Hanoi through Kunming Changshui International Airport (KMG) in Yunnan province. KMG is a regional "gateway" airport, connecting southwestern China to international destinations and provincial hubs. As such, the airport is distinctly mercantile and promotes the region's key agricultural outputs, including tea (which can be had readily and in massive variety) and produce. This is the first airport I've been in where I felt close to a farmer's market and could buy unprocessed fruit and vegetables in the terminal in quantity. There were far more than sad apples and bananas that one can find in US airports.

When preparing for the whole trip (which spanned latitudes from 10 (Ho Chi Minh City), 20 (Hanoi and Hong Kong), 30 (Chengdu), 40 (Istanbul & Boston)), I felt like I needed to pack for three seasons! Arriving in Hanoi, I enjoyed the more moderate weather… and soon encountered the famously poor quality air. Hanoi is a city built on motorbikes, more plentiful than you can imagine, and they are noisy and polluting. We stayed one night in Hanoi, doing a small load of laundry while there, before heading south to the first cultural site of our time in northern Vietnam.

Our brief time in Hanoi was our opportunity to connect up with another couple and begin traveling with them. Half of that couple grew up in Vietnam (Linh) and her parents live near Hanoi, so we had the best tour guides for our time in northern Vietnam. In the morning we visited Hoa Lư, in Ninh Binh province, which is the first unified capital of Đại Cồ Việt – an active national capital in the 10th and 11th centuries. Equally impressive is the temple ‎⁨Đền Thờ Vua Đinh Tiên Hoàng⁩, in  ⁨Trang An, part of a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The area is dominated by tower-karst limestone rock towers, carpeted by forest, and surrounding temples, scenic areas, and beautiful waterways. The temple honors the warlord-cum-emperor who routed the occupying Chinese forces in the mid-to-early 900s.

Our traveling companions were fantastically low key and we had plenty of time to just be in the spaces we visited, no pressure to move on to the next thing. But, when we got hungry, Linh and her mother would carefully plan where to go… and if we arrived a place that didn't seem quite right, Linh's mom would investigate, interview the proprietor, and determine whether the restaurant was acceptable. If the restaurant wasn't busy enough, it was unlikely it'd pass muster! This, along with very careful driving, was joyful and kept us all giggling. And, when we visited Tuyệt Tịnh Cốc, there were many cats that could be carefully photographed.

We spent about three days visiting sites around Ninh Binh, including the famous rivers sprawling through the karst formations that were the back drop to Kong Island and the bird sanctuary Thung Nham. We returned to Hanoi on the 24th, with Christmas around the corner.

Hanoi has a long history, complex and messy, and the museums we visited spanned thousands of years, military adventures (and mistakes), and more. The bunkers at Kinh Thien Palace were a stark reminder of prowess under duress and access to these formerly secret facilities continues to grow so the story can be told with more depth and punch. That was not meant to be a pun, but these bunkers are quite deep!

I would be remiss if I didn't list some of the excellent restaurants and coffee shops we visited while we were in Hanoi:

  • Loading T – I put this on our list from a New York Times 36 hours article and it did not disappoint. Situated in a 1930s building, this photogenic spot stood out for its excellent egg coffee ( Cà phê trứng nóng ).
  • Backstage – One of the more high end restaurants we visited. Loved the rolling pickled vegetable cart, the decoration, and the value.
  • Phở Khôi Hói – Recalled as one of the best restaurants on our trip, we were consistently impressed with the flavor and excellence displayed in these small restaurants whose seating spilled out into the street.

Hanoi provides many exemplars of wild telecom infrastructure. From sprawling bunches of fiber optic drop cables and enclosures to innerduct rising from cement up a pole, the city has an incredible variety of "get this connected NOW" vibes. And the workers, well, they're just getting it done!

One of our last events before leaving Hanoi was a coffee tasting and "how-to" at Sử Quán Roastery. Vietnam is known for its innovative and Robusta-based coffee culture. Initially Arabica beans were introduced by the French in the 1800s, but Robusta grows better in the climate so Vietnam went all in on Robusta, rising to the second largest producer (as a country) with speed! The Phin, Vietnam's slow-drip brewer of choice, is iconic in its use and we, of course, bought one during the how-to. The how-to was in a group setting, with an encouragement to participate collaboratively on some of the recipes. We struck up conversation with Jenny, who was from the UK but traveling in southeast Asia, backpacking, for months by the time we met.

Here's where the title of this post comes in. We had light plans for our time in Ho Chi Minh City and Jenny had just come north from Saigon. As our conversation developed, she was moved to share her experience and make recommendations to us. She described a visit to War Remnants Museum as having a deep impact on her, with which she was still wrestling as she made her way to Hanoi. More will come, because her words definitely influenced us in our planning for Ho Chi Minh City and the experience had a long-tail impact on me.