As I sit here in the Tainan bus station at 3:45 on a Saturday afternoon, I am currently facing two of my biggest challenges this week.
#1- Keeping My Eyes Open
#2- Keeping My Head Up and avoiding the embarrassment of falling of the bus stop stool while passed out.
The one bit of solitude I do have is that the weather is absolutely perfect outside. There is not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature is hovering right around 75 degrees which is absolutely perfect for my own liking. I also have trusty two month old Madgun brown and yellow guitar in its ugly black ripped gig bag.
The bus stop is a hybrid between a station and just a very large stop. It probably has about 15-25 people waiting around for the next bus. I am on my way back to Jongli.
Not one of them is of Western descent of course besides me.
I am so tired that I can actually see stars coming out of the corner of my left eye. And, I know the other one is droopy.
If you are wondering why I am so tired, I will just simply state that this was the last day of Chinese New Year.
Do you need further clarification? 🙂 I didn’t think so.
I still feel a tremendous buzz which is amazing since it is almost 4 in the afternoon. But, I guess when you go to bed at 8am , that is still allowed.
I feel 100 percent at ease with the entire world right now. Nothing can further back up that statement more than by the fact that I completely just jammed out with my trusty Madgun guitar right in the middle of the Tainan bus station for the last 45 minutes.
The thoughts going through the heads of the Taiwanese people would have been priceless to capture. :et me also remind you that I can barely get through 3 cords on the guitar. But, I really just didn’t give it a shit about anything.
I sat on my blue and silver hard back chair, and played those same 3 chords OVER and OVER again for at least 45 minutes.
I also decided to carry on some lyrics with it. Now, I am an absolutely horrendous singer to begin with. To complicate matters worse, I was trying to make up my own lyrics as I went.
“I’m sitting here in Tainan, gonna sing a good song, just for you and me.”
The best part was I really didn’t care if anybody liked it at all.
My eyes were blood shot as can be and I hadn’t shave in at least 4 days. I have a head big enough that it used to force my parents to driver to a different state to buy me a football helmet.
And, I am singing away in a perfectly quiet and sane bus stop without even a glance my way.
But, after that bizarre display of my lack of musical talent, it was back to Jongli for now. My bus was here.
The 19 year old kid managed to spit out the words “You GuitARR Awesome.” I thought what a liar. But, of course I greeted him with a “Xie Xie” or thank you.
Tainan, and your bit of solitude in a tiny display of something besides concrete jungle with your beaches, and surrounding mountains, I shall return soon.
I invite you to take a brief moment and think of some of your favorite writers or musicians. Are any of them “normal” ?. Probably not, huh??
I would also imagine that drugs and alcohol had a huge part of their writing style.
This next work was no different for me. It was written around the time of my first Chinese New Year celebration in Taiwan.
I had spent the previous 4 nights getting absolutely annihilated on some of the cheapest booze Taiwan has too offer.
One of the nights even included a $500NT= 17.50 US dollars all you can drink party at a cheesy night club where I was the toughest guy there at 165lbs.
Let’s just say I got my money’s worth.
I am not always proud of how much I drink. And, I actually had to be woken up at The Armory (a local bar) , in Tainan at 7am as I was sleeping outside in the grass.
But, there really is something magical about how in touch you get with your soul after some HEAVY drinking.
You are ready to conquer the world until the booze wears off and the 3 day hangover sets in.
Then, you just normally decide to go back to work and deal with the same shit you have been dealing with for the last 10 years, just in a different country.
A Post Card from Me to The World- Come To Taiwan
Hello Mother, Hello Father, Hello World
Here I am in Camp Taiwan. And yes, I have realized by now my middle name is not WUH .. ha!(Joshua)
As I sit outside the 7-11, on the NE corner of Dongping Road, and Zhuanjing Road, (what, America, those streets are not familiar?? ha ha)
I am avidly chomping away on bag #2 of Bamboo crackers. If you are wondering what bamboo crackers are, they are like a mixture of Asian chips and graham crackers all in a delicious white and green $18NT bag that I can not get enough of.
It is roughly 3 in the afternoon and I have not been awake for more than 20 minutes to be honest. My eyes are redder than a lobster, And, I am absolutely HAMMERED still from last night.
I am wearing a pair of beat up khaki shorts, and my “Keep it Green” shirt that I wore to the 2008 Rocky Point Volleyball championships if that gives you an idea of the condition I am in right now.
I still have a mix of Chinese, and Spanish in my head from the Latino party I went to the night before. If Josh Dent, mixing it up at a Latino party in Taiwan doesn’t say unique to you, I am not sure what does
To go one deeper, this partying was going via a mutual friend from the Mansfield University. Considering this is coming from Taiwan, I would have use the cliche What a small world!
I just spent 4 REALLY fun days here in Tainan partying my ass off and just having a genuinely great time with life.
The heart of not only the Taiwan person, but the Asian people, will be proven to you day after day if you ever decide to come to Taiwan. Yesterday, we were on the beach drinking tequila with 9 of the most random Indonesian people you would ever see in your life.
But, the cultural gap, language gap, and any other differences all get brushed aside when people are out to have a really good time. We spent hours getting wasted while playing guitar, and singing away any Indonesian song you could think of.
Taiwan is absolutely fantastic, and I really hope that one day you decide to come. It will open your heart and soul to a new way of existence.