I got adopted at the darts bar by a french/belgian crew. It was fun. We spent a fortune and about 04:30, we stumbled out of another set of bars I wandered towards home with my new friend. I went into seven to get us a round and he went to the corner to piss. I came out of seven and popped a tall boy while he finished. He materialized out of a solid wall through some kind of interdimensional whore door, and shouted at me to followed him in. I did.
Inside, was something like an american strip club, but empty, with lots more flashing lights, and I reiterate, no other humans. Homebody greeted me at the door and made me put down my newly opened beer. Fine, I did. I had another in my pocket that I didn't think was important, because I just wanted to say goodbye to this new french friend and leave him to his fate, but homeboy didn't like that I was apparently trying to smuggle a beer inside. It was all a misunderstanding, but he stiffened up when I appeared to smuggle my asahi two meters past him to say goodbye to my french friend. This ended well, because I did not get my ass kicked, but it ended poorly, because homeboy made me lose face. He quietly chatted about me not needing to speak english, because he could speak english, but he couldnt. At least, he couldnt understand that I had no intention of being there at all.
I dipped out as quickly as possible with no plans to duck into random hidden doorways in Taipei in the near future.
I will go back to darts bars as a soon as possible, because I was never about to catch a beating there, and also I met an English couple who will come back in a couple of days. The man said he used to live here in the 80s, and that it had changed somewhat.
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