Tag: Around Taiwan

  • Biking Yang Ming Shan

    I finally got to go mountain biking after waiting 2 weeks to get on the thing, due to company commitments. I headed out with Lars, who is not a cyclist, but who is very fit – fitter than me! I was also suffering from one too many Belgian beers from the previous night, so Jonny Armstrong was not quite on top form. Still, we had a cool day and I got to try my bike out a little on some back woods trails (until we hit steep steps).

    The coolest bit was happening upon a golf course, rocking up and demanding a session in the driving range. Since we were paying good money and the place was mostly empty they lest us in, surrounded by slightly strange looking locals in lots of brand mame Pringle and Lacoste. We fitted right in, with red faces and muddy legs.

    My swing started a bit badly, but I got into a quite impressive series of long distance shots with incredible amounts of slice. I almost cleared the fence a couple of times… but to the side. Still, the auto-dispensing machine and the crack of the balls flying off into the distance was very entertaining, and great after a hard bike ride.


    Nike Poobahs and Astroturf do not mix


    Clubbing

  • Mogwai in Wulai

    Mogwai, Scottish rock gods, blessed the island of Taiwan with their unique blend of intense riffs and ballistic delivery. I don’t really think the island knew what to expect – we certainly didn’t.

    This was no ordinary location -Wulai. Admitedly, I have now been here a rather large number of times recently, but this is because it is cool and because I like it. When Mogwai came last year they clearly though the same thing and departed a high profile Japanese tour for a low-profile Taiwanese festival in the middle of nowhere.

    The only flat piece of ground in Wulai – between the mountains and the volcanic hot springs – is the local school perched on the edge of the ravine. Mogwai played the local elementary school yard, complete with running track, kids’ toilets and artwork on the walls. It was kind of like some severely mutated parent’s evening. But with rock music.



    Mogwai – Scottish Rockers (they ain’t the bay city rollers)



    First of the inevitible drunk self portraits (beer was a frankly ridiculous 30p a time – cue epic hangover)



    The laser sword is the ultimate symbol of authority in Taiwan – with it you can get anyone to do anything. I had quite some fun bossing people around with my one.



    Myself, Tanja and Michael (at the hip hop gig in the school gym…)



    A well-chosen location, near the hot springs. We have no idea why they like building concrete everywhere. But still they continue, no doubt inspired by China’s 3 Gorges damn.

  • Michael’s Birthday

    I had a great weekend that helped me recover from a stressful and frustrating week learning Pro Engineer software at work. I best not speak about that, as all I will do is get angry again! Anyway, Tanja – Michael’s girlfriend – planned a big surprise birthday party for him in the wilds near Wulai (see earlier posting).

    Although the game was given away slightly by Michael insisting on riding deep into the national park, Tanja did a great job of keeping the lid on a dozen people arriving on over laden scooters (beer, cakes and two people on each bike meant lots of sparks from the floor hitting the road on every small bump).

    Anyway, here are some photos that Tanja took prior to our arrival, just showing the rather beautiful countryside that Taiwan boasts, and the reason why the Portuguese named the island ‘Formosa’ … ‘Beautiful.’

    The sun peeps out from behind the clouds:

    The Wulai river valey:

    The waterfall near our illegal camp ground:

  • Party Time

    Here are some pics of the party…. lots of scooters, not quite enough beer (midnight run to 7-11 required) but plenty of food… and awoken by 30 keen Taiwanese who set up their breakfast sets next to our tents. Okay, we admit – camping and fires were not allowed, and that was exactly what we did!



    We are drunk – we take no responsibility for our creative ideas



    Anke, Tanja and Michael – clearly entertained by one of my jokes



    Michael & Louisa



    Tanja’s head provided light, heat and warmth for the whole gang

  • Temple of Doom

    The second day of our central island tour saw us visiting a town, somewhere or other. Sadly, the Richard Claydermen music that accompanied the ride had subdued any meaningful mental processing, and as such memories from the day are very limited. However, when I awoke the following day I discovered I had visited a temple. First, let me show you our tour guide “Scary Dragon”… his flag and mega giga phone meant that the street traders had plenty of warning to raise all their prices in time for our arrival:

    View of the interior of the temple. I certainly felt the need to enter into some kind of kung fu movie, with plenty of flying ninjas and pirates. Smooth and cool.

    A shot of the pretend money that people burn, along with incense sticks, to bring them good fortune. In the shops and houses near my house you will often find people setting fire to a good pile of money to bring them plenty of luck in the future.

    Temple floor:

    Sets of boxes – not sure if they are for storing gifts, bottles of whisky or ashes of relatives.

    Temple view outside…

    The bustling streets of the town with no name:

    This view of a pile of corn, with tiny chair just amused me. Earlier, there was a small teddy bear on the seat, but I think he had popped off for a cigarette.

    Finally, just to show that everything is strange and weird on the island- a petrol station. View the complete lack of control of design.

  • Janfusan Fancy World

    We had a large company trip (400 engineers with families) to the centre of the Island in Taichung… this was possibly the most tiring thing I have ever done, since we were not allowed one split second of peace and quiet and every moment was filled with some form of mindless ‘entertainment’ … if the tour host was not telling us poor jokes, Richard Clayderman would be on the radio numbing our minds … softening them, ready for the evening entertainment of a bunch of talentless talent show performers shouting at us through microphones as loud as they could. Lorenzo likened it to North Korean Club Med, and I have to agree. Never the less, I did learn a huge amount about the culture, and sure, it makes me treasure my weekends more than before now! Here is the rolling torture chamber:

    If only… we calculated that if we wanted to replicate this photo the bus would need to be balancing on its tail… look how much fun the girl is having!

    One interesting thing is the Taiwanese fear of the number 4. Our bus was number 1 (obviously) but bus number 4 was called by 3+1 … you will also find that in hospitals there is no fourth floor, if you are in a restaurant the owner will get a table for 3+1 people… and this repeats itself all over the place. The reason is that the word for four is the same as for death, which is a bit of an oversight if you ask me.

    The first ride of the day… the G5 … actually bloody amazing, but scary as hell. One BIG drop and then a 5G turn 50 metres in the air. Argh!

    This kid dreams of being tall enough to ride the G5:

    The locals enjoy the good food available at the park:

    … all delivered by the island’s celebrity chef hag:

    Lars has a nice reaction to one of the rides (where they strap you into a cockroach and spin you round for ten minutes head first)…. or was it the food? Either way, very funny (sorry Lars, but I had to take the photo!)

    The rain brings the crowds to Janfusan Fancy World:

    Nice view of some local cleaning ladies… what amazing colours:

    View from the splendid Janfusan Fancy Wheel…

    … the evening’s activities were too loud and painful to talk about, but let me just say they invloved blowing up condoms in speed competitions and all laughing at the hilarious results of embarassed Taiwanese up on the stage. In this case, Lars won the prize (with Anke biting the end :-I )

  • Juming Art Museum

    I had a nice day trip to Juming Art Museum on the north coast with Klara (Swedish girl who sold me her scooter… and it turned out she was a designer… and well we got along ‘very well’). The day was more like a Californian spring day (I imagine) and for once the air was really cool and clear. We had an amazing ride over Yangmingshan mountain – the volcano at the end of my street.

    This is my favourite statue from his Tai Chi series. The amusing thing was watching the Taiwanese take photos of each other imitating every sculpture… and of course taking photos and sniggering.

    Me, hanging out in the sun in front of one of the larger sculptures… and being truly local by being on the phone!

    Wee kid.

    Klara and I in a cafe on the North Coast.

  • Fulong Beach Festival

    Had a weekend at a music festival on the west of the island. Saw some good music – the best of which was the 5678s – they provided music for Kill Bill.

    The funny thing was the beach itself. The Taiwanese are petrified of swimming, and avoid it at all costs. It is not surprising to find life guards that cannot even swim themselves. Therefore, their main job is to keep everyone out of the dangerous, deadly water… except this beach had the safest bathing area I had ever seen. Check out the whistle blowers:

    And the incredible danger I am putting myself in here – very deep waters:

    This is a photo of us blending in… Markus, Michael, me and Anke:

    And finally – an image of a guy just rocking out on the big screens of the concert:

  • Camping – Taiwan Style

    Friday night… and a 3 cars of designer head for the hills to discover nature and camp. Not quite in the usual European way, but this was the joy of mayhem.

    I was in the car with Cesare (a taiwanese designer) driving and Anke in the front and Michael and I in the back. Cesare is surely the most connected person I have ever met. He had one hand held GPS system in his hand that he is tracking our movements with (though he needs to hold it out of the window to get signal), a mobile phone in the other hand guiding the fleet of cars along, a USB cable draped over him from the window to allow Anke in the front access to a different external GPS aerial connected to a micro laptop running route finder software. At the same time the car has its own GPS system. SO, 3 GPS systems and one phone… we know EXACTLY where we are, but not a clue of where we are going!

    Multiply that by 3 cars, all delegating and confirming and checking and cross referencing information, and you get a clue of the confusion. Extremely organised, military precision confusion.

    So we get there 2 hours later than planned and begin to locate the river… now, rivers are found in the bottom of valleys (the same in europe) and we have all our equipment, tents and most importantly beer, and obviously we want to get from the top of the valley to the bottom to enjoy ourselves. Except it is pitch black, we have a set of 3 torches, the valley sides are STEEP and covered in roots and everything is slippery (see above notes about river). And we are carrying crates of beer. So, systems should have been put in place to get the team to the bottom of the hill, with the torches guiding the people with equipment (and most importantly beer) over the rocks and roots and past the springy hit-you-in-the-face branches. should.

    Nope

    I came close to death on several occasions and I can only blame the perfect counter-balancing effect of the beer crate I was carrying matching my ruck sack for having saved me. Thankyou Taiwan Beer company.

    After getting to the bottom we all jumped in and sat chest deep drinking beers (the only way… the coolest bar in the world) and generally feeling pleased with ourselves. Fukang hunted fish in his white y-fronts, ass in the air (HE CAUGHT 3 FISH with his BARE HANDS!) … now we call him the ‘incredible fukang’ for obvious reasons.

    We made camp back UP the slope after making the logical move of splitting the group in two (one with less torches) and we eventually made it back up. Although carrying less as a result of having drunk the beer, the obvious effect was having considerably reduced fine motor skills. So, this is the new sport: night time, blind drunk scrambling with packs.

    But waking up to a rather beautuful vally made it all worth it. Taiwan really is a beautiful place. We sat by the river for what seemed like hours messing around in waterfalls, throwing stones and generally basking in the sun. Very successful.

    And we met with the rest of the department in the afternoon for the BEST barbecue one could have built. The guys did stirling work and although the communal barbecue style (rather than alpha male cooking for tribe) was different and rather frustating at first it soon made sense and the natural order returned when you realised the incredible quantities of food available. Fresh shrimp was a highlight.

    This intensity continued into the afternoon when we went to a set of hot springs nearby. Now this was an experience! Up the hill side were sets of baths. Hot ones nearest the hills and the source… cooler ones as you approached the river… and one 7 metre driving board for jumping into the freshwater after sitting in a natural steam room (a small tent up on the side of the hill). Old gents, young tykes and professional people all diving in… on a board fixed with 2 G clamps. wow. just added to the excitement!

    One thing I found hilarious was that each hotel located on the opposite side of the valley had its own water connection to the other side via a hose pipe… and there are alot of hotels!

    And then we went home and got dinner (THAI FOOD IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD) and went to a venue to watch some local bands… and this was all in 24 hours!

    A nice prologue to all this is that I have my apartment sorted out and that is a GREAT feeling.