My travel habit probably started when I was three or four years old. One of my earliest childhood memories was taking a cross-country trip to visit my grandmother for Christmas (or some other holiday). I spent a lot of time in my youth staring out the windshield of my mom’s truck going from horse show to horse show, I left the country for the first time when I was in high school. I joined the military after high school, and of course that led to even more overseas travel and working in foreign countries. In 2005 I took my first overseas contract job working in Antarctica. I started traveling for extended periods after that and haven’t looked back.

Even though, technically, I had lived in foreign countries during my time in the military I hadn’t really experienced life in a foreign country the way that the people from there do. Living on a military base shares many similarities with living in the U.S. The food is familiar, the products in the store are familiar and things work just like they do back home.

One year ago, I took a job overseas, working and living in Kaohsiung, Taiwan. The challenges of living in a foreign city turned out to be pretty grand. Things that I would take for granted in the U.S., e.g. trash removal, mail service, grocery shopping were done differently, and in a language I didn’t understand. The food smelled bad, and was unfamiliar. The products in the grocery store were strange and I damn sure couldn’t read the labels. I became overly self-conscious about my consumerism at trash time. It was the strangest thing. You see, there are no dumpsters in Taiwan, instead, the trash trucks circle the city playing ice-cream truck music and everyone rushes out to the street with their bag of garbage to throw in the truck. Every day when trash time would roll around, I would grab my massive bag of trash and share an elevator for 24 floors with my neighbors who barely appeared to consume anything. For every 40-gallon hefty I filled up, my neighbors filled up something that was equivalent in size to a sandwich bag.

When my job in Taiwan ended, my wife and I moved to Hunachaco, Peru. Huanchaco is a place that I had traveled to once before. The differences that I am noticing between traveling in Peru and living in Peru are pretty immense. Eating in Peru isn’t expensive, and if you’re o.k. with goat stew it can be downright cheap to eat in Peru. Hostels and hotels in Peru don’t tend to have kitchens because it is so easy and convenient to eat out. But, now that we live here, and saving money is a greater concern, I’ve had to explore shopping

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for food at the local mercado. If the food had packaging, I could probably safely say that the packaging and labeling were different, but alas, it’s not packaged at all. Fruits, veggies and grains are all easy enough, but meat is something else, entirely. I don’t know how to ask for “rack of goat ribs” and I wouldn’t know what to do with a whole chicken, on full display with half-formed eggs still attached. What is the best cut of manta ray?

From a previous post about moving overseas:

I don’t know how to butcher a chicken. It’s not pre-packaged for me in Styrofoam and plastic wrap. I could very well starve to death, not for a lack of food, but for a lack of knowledge.

I will admit this, however, the lack of packaging on my food sure has cut down on my daily waste. Also, consider this interesting fact about Peru: You can’t flush toilet paper. The plumbing simply can’t deal with it. Now, if you’re traveling and staying in hostels or hotels and forget, or simply blow it off, no big deal, right? If somebody else’s plumbing gets clogged up, it’s not really your problem is it? But when you live here…I don’t even want to try to negotiate with a plumber.

I guess this is the way it goes, when one has time to write, there’s really not much to write about. When there is lots going on to write about, there’s no time. So, I’m going to try and give some sort of glimpse into what I’ve been up to for the past 2 1/2 months and my adjustments and challenges of living in Taiwan.

Living

So, first things first. When I was first presented with the possibility that I would be moving to Taiwan to work, one of my primary concerns was housing. I really couldn’t get an answer from my company on what I could expect. My greatest fear was that the company I work for simply rented a floor or a block of apartments or whatever and I would be living with the people I worked with. That fear turned out to be completely unfounded and I’m pretty happy with where I’m located. My company already had a leasing agent set up, and she focuses primarily on housing everyone in one certain area, which I have come to refer to as “special white-man village“. Don’t get me wrong, the housing in this area is exquisite. Spacious luxury apartments with many of the conveniences and amenities one would expect in any modern city. This area is set far away from the hustle and bustle of downtown, suburban high-rise living if you will. Through some quick networking and expression of my desire to have a more authentic experience during my time here led me to an alternative to the pre-programed leasing agent and I found an apartment much nearer downtown. So, here I am, on the 24th floor with a wicked view of Kaohsiung Harbor, the Dream Mall and its famed “Hello Kitty” Ferris Wheel. I LOVE my view, especially at night and I’m fairly happy with this location.

Working

Well, my parents always taught me if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all, so I guess I shouldn’t say anything at all about work, but here goes. A job’s very nature is that it sucks. I’m pretty o.k. with that and actually get quite a bit of amusement from kvetching and grousing at and about work. The suckage at my current job, however, is several orders of magnitude worse than anything I have experienced previously. The good news is that it’s only 40 hours per week and the paycheck is a pretty hefty one, provided I can find fulfillment in my personal life, I will probably be able to survive this job.

Eating & Drinking

One of the things I was really looking forward to was Taiwanese dining. My first foray into street food here was hugely disappointing and really put a damper on my willingness to explore further. I’ve never been one to let language barriers get in my way, but I’m finding learning to read a menu to be a nearly insurmountable challenge. I’ve really allowed myself to slip into old routines in this department. There is no shortage of western style dining here in Kaohsiung, so that’s what I’ve done mostly. I do live very near IKEA, having never set foot into one before it was one of the first places I visited. IKEA has a cafeteria serving Swedish Meatballs and the like. The ease of it all, combined with the novelty made it an early favorite, but the novelty has worn off a bit and visits are less frequent. Mexican food is quite easy to find, and much to my surprise, is done quite well here. This is the first place outside of North America that I’ve found Mexican food done right. Other familiar restaurants and fast food options exist. McDonald’s, T.G.I.F., Outback Steakhouse just to name a few. And then, there’s “The Brickyard” a rathskeller near Central Park which serves up some of the most delicious food around. Seriously, if you’re in Kaohsiung and hankering for a deliciously filling meal, good music and service staff that are just out of this world, The Brickyard is where you want to be.

Daily Challenges

So, I live in Kaohsiung, but work in Pingtung. Pingtung isn’t that far away – perhaps 23KM but driving there is a hassle. Traffic here in Taiwan is pretty heavy. And the scooters, what a pain in the ass those things are. I really can’t describe the utter mayhem that is my daily commute, suffice it to say that the traffic rules that I was accustomed to in the U.S. don’t apply here.

So, my experience with trash has always been either pitch it in the dumpster, leave it on the curb on specified days or throw it in the back of the truck and take it to the dump/landfill. None of these seem to be an option here. Trash trucks seem to be on a continuous route through the city and pass my building at a prescribed time 6 days per week. This is very unsettling for me for several reasons. Everyone is taking their trash out at the same time, so it’s just awkward to be in an elevator with four or five other people all toting the day’s trash. Taiwan is an island and as such is taking a very proactive stance on recycling. Due to all of my seasons on The Ice sorting trash into recycling categories is pretty much second-nature now and judging from the huge “thumbs-up” gesture I get from one of the people who takes my trash(*) I must be doing it right – or maybe he’s just happy to be getting all of my empty beer cans – at any rate, imagine yourself carrying a translucent trash bag in an elevator in a country where you already attract way too much attention – it’s as if my neighbors are examining my trash to try to decipher how I live. It feels a bit invasive. And probably the biggest bummer about the way trash is handled is that I have to be around at a certain time of day to deal with it. If not, that smelly whatever I threw away last night is going to get smellier.

(*)I’m not sure how things work, and my assumption is based pretty much on “dead-reckoning” and context cues, but I’m not actually handing my trash over to the trash truck guys. I hand it over to a group of elderly. I believe they are freelancers of a sort and act as surrogate trash handlers in exchange for the recyclables for which they are paid for. As Taiwan has no social-security I think this is how the elderly “make it” if they have no other means of support.

I have a lot more to say, but I’ve lost motivation to continue writing right now. I’ve been working on another project which will hopefully become a regular augmentation to this blog. It’s called “What up Kaohsiung?” and if you haven’t already seen the premier episode via facebook or forumosa, check it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_IMEy2NvpQ

Vagabumming in Asia perchance?

Yes. I’m in absolute awe at the possibilities that life has presented me. I mean, I’ve had it pretty good for a long time, but I’ve really found myself appreciating that fact for the past year and a half or so. I’m so completely blissed out for such long periods of time that sometimes I begin to worry that I’m manic. But no, no mania here, I’ve just been blessed with a wonderful life.

So, this fact that life is wonderful, I’ve found, can’t be taken as a small piece. It can’t be isolated from the rest of my life. That’s to say that decisions that I’ve made and actions that I’ve taken all came together to put me exactly where I am right now at this very moment. While there have certainly been rough patches in the past; and I often think that if I would have known then what I know now that I would have done things differently, well, I think I’ve abandoned that line of thinking too. All of those events that I may have resented before have contributed to my current state and I am unwilling to give this up, regardless of what any alternate past may have produced.

Right about now, you’re wondering, “what the hell, Will, what are these possibilities you speak of and why all the introspection?” Well, wow, where to start? As you likely know, I’ve been doing contract work in Antarctica for the past six years or so. I’ve done some amazing things, including spending a winter at The South Pole, a winter at Palmer Station and several seasons at McMurdo Station as well as visiting quite a selection of field camps and research sites on the continent of Antarctica. I can remember, very clearly, how completely overjoyed I was when I the possibility of working in Antarctica was first presented to me. Something that I hadn’t ever even considered before, something that was far beyond my wildest dreams ended up becoming a reality and is now a huge part of who I am. I remember last winter at Palmer Station when, for just a moment, my mind was able to really grasp how utterly privileged I was to be doing what I was doing and getting paid for it. Sailing INSIDE a volcanic caldera who gets to do that at their job? I never thought I would, that’s for sure.

Now, if the job itself isn’t special enough, what about the time off and travel? During my long periods of time off I have been privileged to surf in Mexico, ski in Canada, Wyoming, Colorado, France, Norway and even Kashmir. I’ve seen what is surely one of the most macabre churches in the world, traveled all over central Europe by rail, visited the lochs of Scotland, gazed upon Big Ben, communed with nature at Machu Picchu, been amazed at the passion exhibited by Tango dancers in Buenos Aires, stood in awe at the power of nature at Iguazu Falls, been fascinated by the remnants of an ancient society at Easter Island, surfed in Ecuador and found a home (of sorts) in Hawaii.

I was all set to try and get myself hired to go on an overland traverse on Antarctica for this upcoming season. Yes, 80 days of staring through a windshield at barren, flat white, eating T.V. dinners and pooping in a bucket sounded very appealing to me, like a grand adventure even. But alas, the universe has thrown something even more exciting in my direction. So, it looks like I’m taking at least a one-year hiatus from The Ice.

What’s Next Then?

Well, I pursued and have been offered a position in Taiwan. I’m not entirely comfortable posting much detail here, but the position is at least related to the same type of work I’ve been doing and is almost exactly what I was doing in Korea (if you knew me in those days think BIG TRUCK!!).

So, there you have it. Brand new adventure coming up and I expect to post more details about my upcoming move as they become available to me. For now, if you’re interested in the exact location you can see it on a map here: Kaohsiung (pronounced “COW-shung”). If you haven’t already, might I suggest you subscribe via RSS or you can even get email updates. Both of these services are free, don’t include any advertising and are a great way to keep up to date with what I have posted.

P.S.
I am SO looking forward to taking a surfboard with me to my next job!

As this season nears its end I thought I would write a guide for my fellow winterovers on what to expect upon re-assimilating with the real world.

Here are a few things to keep in mind during this period of adjustment:

Meals & Food
• You will be expected to make choices when it comes to meals, e.g. what to eat, how you would like it prepared and at what time would you like to eat.
• A restaurant is much like the galley except there are many food items from which to choose and there are many different styles of restaurants.
• When finished with a meal at a restaurant, you are obligated to pay for your meal.
• You will likely have to sit at an unfamiliar table at a restaurant, embrace the change.
• Smegma, “The Shocker”, santorum and flatulence are all unacceptable mealtime conversation topics.
• “Freshies” are referred to as fruits and vegetables and are in abundance at most restaurants.

Social Interaction
• No need to obsess over male to female ratios as there are people of both sexes in abundance in many parts of the world.
• Women tend to be self-conscious about their size, thus their size won’t be stenciled in giant numbers on their Carharrt overalls.
• In fact, people in general are fairly unlikely to be seen wearing Carharrt overalls in any social setting. Much like choices in food, choices in clothing will probably be extremely overwhelming. Many people in the real world have a tendency to wear different clothes every day of the week. Oh, and these clothes will have likely been laundered recently.
• If you are a male and wearing a skirt or wig, you may be mistaken for a clown or a homosexual; discretion is advised if you don’t wish to be identified with either of these groups. The good news is that this scenario isn’t likely owing to the fact that wigs and skirts aren’t nearly as readily available as you have become accustomed.
• If you are a female, wearing a skirt or dress doesn’t have to be reserved for special occasions such as midwinter or sunrise dinner. Go crazy, wear one every day if that’s your preference – it probably won’t end up smelling like diesel in the real world.
• People of small size and extremely youthful appearance are most likely children. Though tempting, staring in awe or disgust at children will likely get you labeled as a pervert, which, in the real world is a derogatory label.
• Those awful devices that spew forth advertisements, rhetoric and pseudo-drama are called televisions. Many people, especially in the U.S., seem enamored with these devices and insist on structuring much of their free-time around the so-called programming on them. This is a cultural oddity and must be respected lest you be thought of as cretinous.

Daily Activities
• You may find the transition to unstructured time difficult. Try your best to simply exist without rigid schedules. You probably won’t be able to rely on your outlook scheduler to remind you to do things. Take small steps in structuring your time; for instance, if you feel an unfamiliar twinge in your stomach, you may be feeling slight hunger – that means that it might be mealtime
• Speaking of mealtime, you can eat any time you like so no need to go to dinner just because you’re afraid you’ll miss out and be hungry later. If you are hungry later, you can simply eat
• Your day won’t be broken into four uniform blocks of time book-ended by snacks and coffee in the galley. It’ll be tough, but if you work at it, you can probably make the necessary adjustments and eventually find this way of life tolerable until you can get back to The Ice.

Most important, take lots of pictures and bring back stories for your travelogue next season!