In Taiwan, one often feels like in Japan.
The cheerful service, the bentos, the cross-country trains, the pitchy but soothing spoken Mandarin, and how the locals are decked out in woolly furry winter clothing even though the temperature is in the mid-20s.
|Bento bought from the Taipei Main Station before our 3 hr journey to Hualien|
|What you get inside the bento from Taipei Main Station|
|Chicken drumstick bento from Hualien|