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.
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| Bento bought from the Taipei Main Station before our 3 hr journey to Hualien |
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| What you get inside the bento from Taipei Main Station |
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| Chicken drumstick bento from Hualien |
