Let us try to be honest. I hated Taiwan; it was a dirty place, a confusing, narrow, ridiculous little country, overrun by rats and mauled dogs, hobbled by poorly-planned and decaying infrastructure, and awash in egregiously bad hairstyles. The locals were by turns crudely friendly, as one is friendly to a retarded child, and openly hostile. The food was tiresome, the police ineffectual, the streets impossible. And there was the karaoke.
I was happier there than I can remember having been since elementary school. That is, perhaps, not a coincidence. This is going to hurt me more than you.