Travelling with Privileged children

We arrived in Taipei last night and during the flight check-in and throughout the trip I was amazed at some of the goings-on.

Initially, we are barely off the bus and a couple of our Korean students realized they have forgotten their KITAS. Basically, that is the document that allows them leave and re-enter the country. That is not a big issue. If you “pay” the immigration officer for his “service” then you have no issues. Apparently, $20 is the number.

I was amazed at the number of students who have not been part of the check-in experience. Typically, they have their drivers check-in, drop off the bags and fill out the paperwork. Then, the kids just walk in through immigration.

This morning, we needed to catch the high-speed train to some place that ends in ‘ing’. We are leaving our main bags at the hotel to come back in two days. We would then travel with a small amount of clothes in our carry-on for the next two nights. Well, many of the ladies were close to leaving their luggage at the hotel because they assumed someone else would grab it for them. Then, to top off the morning we had to ‘walk’ to the ‘station’ to catch the ‘public transit’. These were of course English words that were foreign to many of our students.

On the way to the train station the young man walking beside be asked if he could buy clothes in the new city we were heading to. It turned out he did not understand directions and did not pack any clothes. I fail to see what he actually put in his backpack, but it was not his bathing suit. That’s okay. He said he will just buy new clothes.

We have a number of Muslim students that did not eat last night because they were unsure if their food would have been mixed with pork. Being one of God’s chosen people I understand their struggle. Even I fall prey to a Kosher hotdog at Costco.

Many of the students are struggling with actually keeping tabs on their stuff. The teacher that is leading the trip put a student in charge of one of his bags. The student did not think that a $4000 trumpet was something that needed to be removed from carry-on. It was fine to bring it on the plane, but someone else would have taken it off.

I had to change rooms because a couple of kids phoned their mom and told them they were in room 804. Apparently, they were going to die if they stayed there. Mom phoned all in a panic so to appease her I moved. So, the girls stayed in room 824. I guess half-dead is better then totally dead. The same girls, today, were late getting off the bus because they need to use their ‘special’ sunscreen instead of the stuff the rest of us use.

Some initial thoughts on Taiwan. I don’t understand many of the strange customs such as signalling before making a turn, not using the horn to communicate all driving moves and having clearly marked police vehicles. In fact, I saw a fire station. It is honestly the first station I have seen since being in Asia.

We went to a night market and our travel agent bought me some of the famous tofu that is produced in Taiwan. After eating it, the only way I can describe it is the taste you get in your mouth when walking into a pig barn. Dad will know what I mean. Seriously, though, I did not get the ‘tastes like Xmas morning’ or ‘apple pie’ feeling. It was totally, De Creeks farm.

There is also this strange Asian smell. Not in the air outside, though. I get it in Jakarta, too. It happens when you walk into stores and other buildings. I don’t know how to describe it. But it smells like Asian. Weird.