Wednesday, 26 September 2007

Hsiao Liouciou

We finally had two days off in a row, so we headed out to a little island off the coast - Hsiao Liouciou


We bought a second-hand tent which managed to keep the rain off. Mostly.



Fishing off the harbour, over looking the mountains of Taiwan.


Nice little beach nestled amongst the green. You can just see the factories on the mainland.


Love this road sign.



Mountains in the clouds.


It was a surprisingly easy weekend. An hour from our front door down highway 17 took us to Donggang port where we caught a ferry with our bikes. The ride took half an hour and could then scoot straight to the camp ground which was very nice.

Dining options on the island were pretty dismal but our limited language skills ensured we got fed. Next time we will bring the cooker.

It was also a very cheap weekend away, which is rare for Taiwan. Hotels are ludicrously expensive. The tent has already paid for itself.


Tuesday, 18 September 2007

I was scooting along one day and this caught my attention. Enjoy


Lunch with Students

One of the bonuses of this gig is having students buying you lunch.









Friday, 17 August 2007

Guanziling





We were going to go diving on this important weekend... a weekend off that I might not have again for a long time.

The weather seemed to have other ideas... typhoon.

So we headed to the mountains instead.



Guanziling is a little town in the mountains famous for its healing volcanic hot springs.

So we headed out there and checked into a "spa resort", beautiful room - with an en suite jacuzzi that pumped water from the hot spring.

They even gave us a pot of cool mud to apply after soaking.

It was glorious.



Kenting





For our first trip out of town we thought me might head to the big beach tourist destination.

Kenting is a National Park established by the Japanese during their fifty year occupation of the island in the first half of the twentieth century.

There is a forest attached to, what was, some amazing beaches.

We only got as far as the main beach, just to get the vibe.

The Chinese are not a great ocean going people.

Swimming usually involves rolling up the trouser legs.

If you go in past your knees the life guard comes out and tells you to come in.

The same protector of the beach then flicks a ciggie butt onto the sand...

The main street is awash with beach fashions, none of which seem to make it to the beach.



Later in the evening we strolled out of our (quiet expensive) room to find ourselves trapped in a sea of market stalls - indulging the local passion for consumption.

Next time we will be sure to head further into the Park.