12 hours of misery

I hate flying. On one of my past international flights I got really nauseous and almost threw up. I read somewhere that is helps to sit by the wings of the aircraft because that's the most stable part of the plane. I guess it's true because I didn't get air sick at all and the toughest part of the flight was deciding if I should stay up the whole time (because I would be arriving at 11pm in Taiwan) or try to take a nap.

In the end, I stayed up the whole flight. The movies they played were Madagascar (didn't watch it), 5 Children and It (saw the end), The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (saw it), and A Lot Like Love (didn't watch it). My friend Jay-Dub also got to see Sahara on the same flight but a week earlier.

I arrived at the airport and found out that we were going to stay in Hsinshu (or "Xinzhu") at the Ambassador Hotel with Jay-Dub's brother. I didn't really mind as it was a very nice and clean air-conditioned place and would serve as a good transition period for me, weather-wise. The humidity really hits you once you step out of the airport.