At the moment I’m living, slightly inconveniently, at the far edge of Taipei city. To get to where I live from university, I walk to a bus, then the MRT, then wait a long time for a 小巴士 (little rickity, made out of plastic and barely powerful enough bus) up that RIDICULOUSLY WINDING ROAD you can see on the map, at what seems to be a 70 degree incline, during which I cling to the handles with a very upset look on my face as the driver crunches through his gears and plays death-defying chicken with local motorbikes – until we reach the relative safety of my accomodation. My hands are pretty sore by this time from holding on. At least you’d hope my balance will improve – spiderman by the time I get home?
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