Sitting in St. Pancras Station, waiting for the Eurostar.
Drinking a hot chocolate (lumps of cocoa dropped into hot milk).
Woman walks passed as I dreedle the last chocolate into the milk.
“Very nice, is that a Hockney”, she says.
Wutai (Chinese: 霧臺鄉; Rukai language: Vedai) is village in the Wutai Township. The township is a mountain indigenous township in Pingtung County, Taiwan.
The main population is the Rukai people of the Taiwanese aborigines.
As of the year 2014, the Rukai numbered 12,699, and is the seventh-largest of the 13 officially recognized indigenous groups in Taiwan.
The Rukai were called Tsarisen, which means “people living in the mountain”.
The Rukai regards Dawu Mountain as their Holy Mountain.
In these you can see the town school (elementary school), and the “tribal plaza”, and good strong 3G coverage from the BTS antenna
We’re online with the iTribe, indigenous peoples WiFi network.
An izakaya (居酒屋) is a type of informal Japanese pub.
They are casual places for after-work drinking.
They have been compared to Irish pubs, tapas bars and early American saloons and taverns.
— excerpt from Wikipedia article on izakaya
I managed to get my short back and sides haircut in Kaohsiung today.
Haircut, hair wash, and neck massage all for 300 NTD. Total bargain.
I’m leaving this here for next time I need to get a haircut when I don’t speak the local language well enough.
As the title says. 4 big Taiwanese cocks.
And they’ve got cold Taiwanese beer for sānshí yuan.
Taiwanese woman: Where are you from?
Woman: Oh! Ireland is independent.
Me: Yes, it is.
Woman: Don’t you think Taiwan should be independent?
Me: Yes I do.
Woman: Hmm, some people don’t think it’s important.
(Click the play button above this to hear them play.)
I went to the Low Lights Pub in North Shields last night for a pint and a pie. I didn’t expect anyone to be there, but these boys were playing a gig. Lovely folk songs. Apparently they play every Sunday, maybe Monday, and Wednesday (when enough fellas show up).
This is The Wizard of Alderley Edge by Pete Coe. Fair play lads.
I was in Wales visiting the cockle beds at the Three Rivers Estuary in Carmarthen for work.
These cockles are about the size for picking.
You know this due to the size of the shell.
Cockle shells are like a tree – each “growth ring” (running perpendicular to each ridge) signifies a year of growth.
These shells are about 2 years old. These will be gathered by the bagful.
In a day an experienced cockle picker can gather 200-300Kgs.
These are immature cockles, called spat. They’re only a few centimetres in length and so not the size for consumption.
In some places these immature cockles don’t grow to full-size, and so die.
The backshore of the beds are littered with dead spat.
Ivor Novello, born 15 January 1893 and died 6 March 1951.
Born David Ivor Davies, he was a Welsh composer and actor who became one of the most popular British entertainers of the first half of the 20th century.
On 27 June 2009, a statue of Novello was unveiled outside the Wales Millennium Centre in Cardiff Bay.
– excerpt from Wikipedia entry