Short of riding a donkey, we used every method of transportation available. Airplane. Bus. High-Speed rail. Another bus. And to top it all off: a motorbike.
Seoul to Taipei. Taipei to Kaohsiung. Kaohsiung to Hengchun.
Wednesday was a long day.
Jessica and I took the opportunity afforded us by Buddha’s Birthday and Children’s Day to spend a week frolicking about the waves and sunshine in southern Taiwan. Hengchun, a small town at the very bottom of the island was our home for a week.
I’ve never been to Hawaii, but it’s what I imagine it would be like. Palm trees. Coconuts. Sunshine. Blue Kool-aid colored sea. A tropical paradise. We spent our days on the beach. Doing nothing at all. A well deserved break.
Our time in Taiwan was the longest period of the past 8 months that I felt thousands of miles from home. It was completely foreign. Everything was in Chinese. Street signs. Restaurant menus. Everything. You’d be hard-pressed to find anything in Korea that does not have an English version readily available. Not so in Hengchun. The foreign visitor is left to fend for himself. Disoriented. Confused. Tempted daily to assume the fetal position and cry.
I loved every minute.
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| Sunset. Straight of Taiwan |
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