Food-hunting on the streets of Taipei
The first time I went to Taipei, I had just come from the United States with a box of .41-caliber ammunition. My dumb move didn’t sink in until I was in line at customs to be checked. Blessing came in the form of a storage facility at the arrival area where I could leave my luggage for my overnight stay. I would have still been in there in some jail if not for that storage room.