The Taiwanese are so friendly it’s almost off-putting. People helped us without needing to be asked, going out of their way so that we didn’t have any trouble.
The truck screeched to a stop about ten yards from us. A voice came from the blackness behind the wheel of the pickup: “Y’all take a picture of us!”
After Rob joined us by the wood pile, the three of us started talking BBQ and Keith Allen went into a fairly in-depth discourse into how they cook using the wood there.