Our flight back from Indonesia landed in Taipei, Taiwan (aka Republic of China) where we had a day long layover. We decided we were going to spend it on the island rather than the airport on the island. So armed with our travel documents we ventured out at night (it was around 11 pm) and caught up with the young lady at the immigration desk. No lines since they have like 10 counters open. She was perky and totally focused on making sure we had the right documents to enter and exit (when the time came). "Show me ticket" she sharply cried when we merely gave our passports to her to stamp. Since our airline took away ongoing boarding passes claiming security issue (was not entirely sure what that was about) I had to resort to pulling out my smart phone and logging into the airport 'free wi fi' and showing her an e-version of the actual ticket the airline had mailed me. That was perfectly acceptable to her. She peered over her desk and without act...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!