At nine in the evening Taipei was a bustling city beneath the neon lights and Mah Jong like tiles hanging from every building. The lady at the tourist counter spoke English and wrote my destination in Chinese characters for me.
There appeared to be many Americanisms.
The motorway was a freeway, signs to the centre said Downtown, we passed a 24-hour seven-eleven shop, and scores of scooters were lined up outside the Colonel's chicken parlour.
At a local food-stall, the lady showed me the price of an omelette by pulling two coins from her pocket. I only had notes, so I gave her the smallest.
She smiled and put the omelette in a plastic-bag, returned me some coins and cracked some more eggs.