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Heat, the HSR, and a cloudy mountain

Friday, August 28, 2026 · From the Taipei desk

This was the trial run: a short Friday note to see whether a letter from Taiwan, in English, was something people would actually open. The basin was still in high summer. We wrote about the thunderstorm, the train, and the mountain at the top of the city.

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Taipei at blue hour from a hillside, the basin lighting up after the day’s weather

01 · culture

The 3pm thunderstorm as a civic institution

It is not a canceled afternoon. It is a pause. Learn to stand under the arcade like everyone else.

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  1. 02 · travel

    The HSR as a habit, not a holiday

    Tainan for dinner and back is a real evening if you book the right train. Treating the west coast as far is a Taipei superstition.

  2. 03 · travel

    Yangmingshan when the city is too much

    You do not need a clear view of the north coast. You need a bus, a trail, and an hour in the silvergrass.

  3. 04 · culture

    The night market after you live here

    Tourists line up for the famous stall. Residents have a second map: the stall that is good on Tuesdays, the one that closed, the one that moved two streets over.

  4. 05 · living

    English-friendly clinics, without flying to Hong Kong

    Taipei has a real medical system. You do not need a medical tourist corridor. You need an NHI card, a number ticket, and a short list.

This week in Taiwan History

An empty Kinmen coastal casemate in overcast light, silvergrass in the cracked pavement

August 23, 1958 — the week they still call 823

Five days before this letter, in 1958, the guns opened on Kinmen. The odd-even shelling that followed is why a museum on the island still treats earplugs as a joke with a date on it.

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Until Friday.

If someone sent you this letter, stay. If you live here and we missed something, suggest a story. The desk reads everything.