Before the Chinese showed up in the seventeenth century, Taiwan was home to Polynesian peoples speaking languages related to Filipino, Hawaiian, Indonesian, Maori, and the others.
We saw precious few non-Chinese, though, and we were by no means slumming it.
We stayed in a tourist hotel — not a grand one, but decently nice — and ambled among the crowds in touristy places like the Shilin Night Market and the National Palace Museum. or at any rate East Asian: I suppose some proportion were tourists from Japan and Korea. Outside a few minor and particular social contexts, the Chinese don’t mind foreigners. Still they would never be such bloody fools as to invite foreign settlement in numbers so great as to demographically challenge the native stock.
It may not even outlast the present dictator of communist China, Xi Jinping, who is exceptionally aggressive and assertive, although so far mainly against his own domestic political opponents. When I lived here in 1971 Chiang Kai-shek’s government was struggling to hold on to China’s seat on the U. Everyone assumed that if the Security Council seat was lost, paratroopers of the People’s Liberation Army would be descending from the skies in companies and battalions shortly afterwards. Software, including the software that processes your keystrokes, is written for the much bigger mainland market.
I’m glad to see, though, that Taiwan is holding on to the elegantly fussy older style of Chinese ideographs, resisting the ugly and stupid simplified characters brought in by the Chi Coms. De gustibus I wonder if there has ever in history been a culture as shamelessly gustatory as China’s.
The government gave them title to land where they live, in the mountains and islands. Urban Taiwanese for the most part look trim, healthy, and well-dressed.
Developers built villas and retreats for city people, who pay rent to the aborigines. The shape they’re in Whatever the situation in aboriginal areas, Taiwan’s cities seem not to have any sensationally obese citizens such as are commonly seen in the U. For a visitor from the States, masculinity is noticeable. Our immigration system favors the dorkier tail of the Chinese-male masculinity distribution.Still, it’s nice to spend an aggregate hour or so on subway platforms without seeing a single rat.If it’s nice, likeable cities you’re after though, I recommend Kaohsiung in Taiwan’s southwest.With a million auto exhausts exhausting and ninety-five degrees of heat, air quality is not good.It’s a plus because you’re only a subway ride away from the quiet, leafy hills, with some lovely temples.The story goes that the Tsar’s officer class knew Japan only from reading Pierre Loti’s 1887 bestseller were the Chinese already here when Chiang arrived, descendants of those who had settled in the three centuries prior. Older educated people could usually speak Japanese, too: Taiwan was a Japanese colony from 1895 to 1945. Shoulda, coulda, woulda.)They didn’t have much choice.