Finished my Taiwan book tour yesterday and flew out of Taipei airport; had a fantastic time; made lots of new friends, young and old.
I think the best time I had was at the primary school on Thursday. My stories took twice as long to tell, because I had to leave a gap between each sentence for the three-to-six-year-olds to take it in, realize what was happening in the story, and then fall over chortling, before gradually recovering. It was a good lesson in group dynamics. If you get an audience into a state where they expect to laugh, then they will laugh, whether you say something funny or not. After a while they were in such a state of hilarity that I could have read a telephone book aloud to them and they would have died laughing.
Crossing the road in Taiwan is hilarious. They have the same sort of Walk-Don't-Walk signs that you get in New York.
The difference is this: instead of still, stylized images, they have an animated man made of green pixels who actually seems to be walking. But he seems to be drunk, deformed or demented, because he prances along with this strange, lopsided lolloping gait, with his upper body jerking forwards every other step.
Then, after a little while, he panics and starts running frantically. Then he disappears and an image of a still, red man appears. The overall impression is that he has been run over and the final image is blood-coloured, flattened corpse. It certainly makes you think twice about jaywalking in Taipei!