NY - Chinatown

Both Sarah and I refused to act like tourists on our last full day in New York and it turned out to be a great decision. Chinatown first and second on our itinerary.

Oh my shattered nerves! There I were, standing in the hub of Chinatown and it actually looked, felt and smelled just like Taichung, Taiwan - which was still home less than a year ago. Complete with the Taiwanese flag. The open fishmarkets, the old lady crouching outside her store, the crammed, jampacked stores, tofu smells, the neon signs hanging from every available nook and cranny on the dirty brick walls. We didn't want to leave.

We sat in a park later, drinking Jin djou nai tsa (pearl milk tea - the real McCoy!), watching teenagers play handball. They all speak American, but even the dress code are the same as my students back in Taichung.
It was like being in the Twilight Zone!

Pic (left): Some nice, fat bullfrogs for the pan. Three for $5.