When we arrive at the Green World Hotel, it’s well after dusk, but the block is lit up like a carnival. There are street sellers in metal carts, bicyclists jousting with cars down narrow alleys, neon awnings bursting with light. It’s been nearly a decade since I’ve been to Taipei, and the traditional characters for hotels, hospitals, and pulled noodles look thick and cluttered, like the crowds of people that we’ve spent ten months trying to avoid.
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