We are home . . . back in Taiwan.  It's easy for me to tell when I am back in Taiwan . . . other than the Chinese signs saying you're in Taiwan at the airport . . . within two minutes of stepping out of the departures lounge and heading to the shuttle pickup I was coughing my guts out from the pollution.  As some of you know, I've a partially collapsed lung which along with my severe allergies contributes to bouts of coughing . . . not fun and it certainly gets in the way of travelling comfortably, but we manage and the grand success of the recent Walkabout Trance Beach Resort Getaway and eXperiential Erotic Hypnosis seminars in Los Angeles was well worth the extra hassles even if we are now running on fumes for the time being . . . I seem to be particularly susceptible to polluted air (often noticed around car exhaust and cigarrette smoke).  The air around the university where I work is particularly filled with happy little invisible thingies that cause me to cough non-delightfully for a day or two after being on campus.