My first days here consisted of lots of walking around, shopping and food. I needed to look for additional things to buy to bring to Indonesia for the in-laws and nieces/nephews. I also had a major goal of looking for some of my favorite fruits, which are only available in Asia.
One such fruit is lembu (what we call it in Taiwanese) or wax apple. It is so juicy and delectable that you can’t just eat one. It’s really hard for me to describe the taste and texture. It tastes nothing like an apple, nor does the variety look like one in color. The shape is more like a bell-shaped pear. The juicy insides more resembles the water content found in a watermelon while the crunch and texture resemble nothing like any fruit commonly found in or imported into North America.
The one we found near the Shuanglian Farmer’s Market are more end-season fruits and are smaller than usual. Each tray (of about 10) was being sold for $100NT (approximately $3 USD).
Top L: The inside of the fruit has a light green tint. Top R: Comparing the fruit to a tangerine. This one is smaller. The larger ones are about the same height as an orange. Bottom: Trays of the fruit at the farmer’s market.
But Dad, all the Toilets are Broken!
The first time I recall having lembu was when I was about 14 years old. I may have had some before I was 5, but I don’t recall. Anyway, when I was 14, my dad took my sister and I to Taiwan for the first time since moving overseas at age 5. He rented a car and drove us on a tour from Taipei to the southern parts of the country. My dad spotted some of these delectable fruits at a local farmstand on a country road and bought us 1.5 kg (almost 3.5 lbs) of the fruit to eat on the trip.
They were so good that my sister and I devoured them quickly and each ate several immediately, choosing to eat the fruit instead of lunch. Of course, with such a high water content and especially at the volume in which we ate, it wasn’t long before our bladders filled up. My dad stopped at a roadside rest stop. My sister and I ran to the restroom as he waited in the car. Within a minute, we ran back, reporting that it was a non-functioning restroom.
My dad drove further and pulled over at another place that had restrooms. Again, my sister and I reported back that it was non-functioning and that there were no toilets. My dad sort of chalked that up to us being in the countryside where things are slower-paced and less modern.
He drove some more, but by this time, our bladders were about to burst. Luckily, he saw a hotel. “Ah, they must have toilets in a hotel! It would not be like those other run-down broken countryside restrooms.” My sister and I were very hopeful too. We went in, but to our dismay, the hotel didn’t have a toilet either. Again, we told our dad while doing the “pee dance.” I was about to wet myself. My dad got out of the car and was going to ask the hotel if we could use the restroom in one of the rooms or somewhere else in the hotel. Before we got to the hotel doors, he paused. “Wait a minute…What do you mean there’s no toilet?” We explained that it looked like someone removed the toilet and left a porcelain bottom half of a toilet, only it was weird-shaped. “Were all the other restrooms like that too?” Yes Dad, isn’t that weird that they’re all broken in the same way? Why would people remove the toilets?
“Ah, my stupid American daughters! Those are toilets! They are just not the kind that you are used to. They are the squatting kind.” Er?
My sister and I had never seen a squatting toilet and it didn’t really dawn on my dad to tell us about it. We didn’t really want to use it either, but it was a better option than peeing in our pants or on the side of the road. He had to explain how a squatting toilet works and gave us instruction on how to squat-pee. *sigh* Squatting toilets are so not a good choice for the uncoordinated.
Above: Photos of the restroom from a Taiwanese hospital. Top photo shows door signs indicating the type of toilet. Bottom left: A squatting toilet. Botom Right: A fancy Japanese-style bidet toilet.
The “broken” country toilets that my sister and I saw were not all that clean, but the style is the same as the one shown in the photo above.





























































