Day 2 in Tainan: a city of ghosts

Day 2 in Tainan: a city of ghosts

The local bus looked like a tour bus from the 1950s that was picking up customers that had been dead for a long time. It confused the heck out of me. You even need to pay with the exact change. No one seems to know how much that is. How lovely. When we finally get on, the half empty bus squeaked, squawked and quacked all way to our destination. I am not a fan. What is this town? When did time stop here? Continue reading Day 2 in Tainan: a city of ghosts