It's a skatepark. No one has been murdered there. In the last six months.
It wasn't as boring as I expected though, but it was just as weird and difficult to skate as I thought it would be. First of all, the surface is just too perfect. There are no tiles, cracks, pebbles, scooters, cars, buses, trucks, pedestrians or bicycles, even thought I got there around 10:00. I met an eagle scout, whose grandfather kept yelling at him to buckle up his helmet. Ever the rebel, he would slyly unbuckle it on the other side of the park, and then the yelling would start again. After about 45 minutes, he shouted, "Jesus Christ - " and was cut off by his authorities and whisked into the minivan and I never saw him again.
Soon after, a trio of skaters showed up. We got along. One has a friend in the Zhongxiao Xinsheng area. Insert cliche about inserting cliches about a small world.
Another one works at something called a food truck, which, if I understand correctly, sounds like a bizarre and unsanitary food delivery system, where meals are actually prepared and distributed outside of a restaurant, maybe even in the street. I was pretty confused by this idea, because where do the customers sit to eat? He said they bring little metal folding tables, and plastic chairs for them. The cultural differences between Taiwan and America are endless. Before he could explain further, an apocalyptic Georgia thunderstorm came, and we jumped in the cars and took off.
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