We are getting into a slackers routine here. We stay up late chatting to Fiona and our new friends and the bed is really comfortable so we are having trouble getting anything done. We arrive at the MRT (Mass Rapid Transport) station at 12.31 pm.
It is raining, again, but at least it is 20 plus degrees.
We are off for lunch, we aren’t even pretending to call it brunch, we missed it so lunch is calling. It is beef noodle soup we are wanting and we are prepared to queue for it. There are many queues for food here and mostly we can ignore them being impatient westerners but we are wanting a famous noodle soup from Yong Kang. We huddle from the persistent rain and all form an orderly line to the restaurant, past other restaurants with no business.
Once inside we order the soup, one with spicy broth and one with beef tendons, there is a whole display counter for pickles and accompaniments, kinda like a salad bar at a Harvester, but tastier and less familiar!
We left the restaurant, queues still outside, and walked towards the centre of town.
We stumbled into the Chaing Chi Shek memorial which was welcome as it had started to rain, heavily, again.
We got back to our flat to see that everyone had left and we were on our own! We had a couple of beers, started blogging and diarying and drinking local beers. Fiona came up and we spent ages chatting to her about Taiwan, the people and customs. It is fascinating to chat to her.