Nestled away between mountainous valleys southeast of Taipei City, lie the frothing hot springs of Wulai, a place noted for its transparent, odorless water. This geothermic byproduct is siphoned into public bathhouses, private hotels, and soaked-in naturally by visitors of all ages. Wulai is known as “hot and poisonous” which is a translation of the Atayal phrase kirofu …
Author: Justin Calderón
Seeing Saigon from the Backseat
It’s dusk in Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon as it is still locally known, and the haze of the last ounce of light from the crimson setting sun is smothered in smog. The thousands of motorcycles and scooters that clog the streets of Saigon turn on their headlights lighting up the entire city in …
Getting Tribal in Chiang Mai
The reflection of me in her metallic bonnet seemed to project my weary state of mind. The red hue of my sunburn could be seen contrasting with undamaged parts of my pale skin. The mirror image projected from the overlaying pieces of metal upon her head made my lanky body appear to double in size …
Fear and Loathing in Macau
Down the cobblestone alley, a block from the ruins of St. Paul’s Cathedral, a heavy-set British woman is being served a Portuguese egg tart by a Chinese street vendor. The air perfumes of pork cutlets that transcend slowly up towards the yellow- and white-trimmed colonial building at the base of a manicured hillside. It is neither …