3 days in Taipei, all by myself.
What happens naturally, when alone, is excitement. No schedules, no waiting, plenty of time for thinking and for photography. There is also, however, a small component of loneliness and a bit of fear, especially at night. Maybe a pre-concept of my parents’ predicaments when I was a child, maybe a bit of melancholy thinking that I could have brought someone with me. I guess these thoughts are part of what travelling solo for a woman means. So I embraced it.
I took lots of pictures. I shared my loneliness with fellow lonely commuters in the MRT, fantasising if they were feeling a bit like me. Just going on.
Under secular trees, I explored empty streets. Just going on.
I took photos, loads of photos, and enjoyed the colours and images of advertisements in the shops. Just going on.
I spend an entire day without phone and camera, only a paper map as a friend. I got lost more times I’ll ever admit. I had yummy food at food stalls, restaurants and street markets. I don’t usually take picture of my food, because I simply eat it. Not enough Millennial, I know.
I contemplate stuff, I contemplate not judging things I could not understand, like this dadaist mirror, for example:
I saw incredible temples, then I spent Easter in a Chinese-Buddhist temple with hundreds of people leaving useless non-spiritual stuff as offers. Again, I pushed myself to check only the aesthetics of it, leaving comments behind, because “You know nothing, Jon Snow” can be applied to every tourist. Just going on.
I fairly enjoyed the shopping, the music in the street, happy faces of youngsters walking the lanes. Just going on.
I kept going on, street after street, station after station. I explored, witnessed and silently reacted to everything.
What offerings are you referring to in your post? Paper offerings? Chinese culture involves burning of paper offerings (mock money, mock paper consumer goods) so that their ancestors can enjoy them in the next world.
I’m familiar with that and it makes sense. There it was more a plastic bucket with fireworks, some non identified things, toys and even stuffed animals. My point was, anyway, not to judge with my Westerner’s know-how