Big Mac Attack

Yesterday we celebrated one month on the road at McDonalds. It wasn't very difficult to avoid the golden arches all this time, but once I sunk my teeth into that crispy, yellow fry...it tasted like pure Americana and I loved it. It's funny the things you crave when you can't obtain them readily (boy would I kill for a turkey sandwich w/ mayo!). I hardly ever drink CocaCola at home, but every few days I get one just for the familiar flavor in my mouth. I also had to resort to Mike Roth's "Dorito Trick" to calm my squigly stomach after a nice steamy bowl of pig intestine soup w/ noodles. Yum-Yum.

Taiwan has been amazing. What a neat pseudo-country. The highlight day was a trip to Toroko Gorge. An enormous scar on the earth with five rivers all dumping massive amounts of water into it, carving ever deeper into the rock. We walked through a pitch black cave with showers of water dumping our heads...one word: exhilarating! Then topped off the day sitting at the top of a five story pagoda, precariously perched at the edge of a cliff overlooking this tiny town at the gateway to the gorge. As darkness rolled in we jammed to tunes and ate peanut butter savoring a truly unforgettable day.