Tag: Nenggao

  • Nenggao Mountain Biking – The Return

    Nenggao Mountain Biking – The Return

    Mark moves quickly!

    Nenggao has been the ‘nemesis’ ride for the group for the last two years, attempts thwarted by typhoons and bad weather on two attempts: last year we even made it about a third of the way in before we had to turn around and high-tail it.

    One of the highest trails in Taiwan, it climbs from about 1900m to 2950m, into the clouds. The trail itself, while well maintained for Taiwan, is beset by landslides. The bits that are not about to fall into oblivion, however, are very nicely graded, which is nice when you are climbing at high altitude and your lungs are trying to escape via your mouth.

    Anxious e-mails were traded in the week leading up to the ride. Heavy rains were hitting Taipei in the afternoons, and we were not comfortable with the idea of being caught-out on the hill. Mark, Martin, Peter and I decided to go for it, planning to wake up at 5am and get to the top before the clouds were set to come in. Waking up at 5am, we were greeted with clear skies and cool air; it was now or never!

    Reaching the police station at about 6:00am, we discovered they were not yet open for business, displaying only a sign that mountain permits were not being issued, and that vehicles and bicycles were not allowed to enter the trail. Ignoring the warnings, we ascended up to the trail head (a challenge by itself in a 2WD bus), prepped the bikes, loaded packs with food and water and began the long drag up, Martin clearly smoking EPO cigarettes and showing us a clean pair of heels.

    The climb is about three and a half hours, broken with some scary sections of major landslide and rockfall. Legs were not quite calibrated with lungs and heart; they were able to put in far higher effort than the cardiovascular system, which would conk out unless you kept the effort at a moderate level. The cool air, clear skies and occasional views across the mountains kept the motivation up, though.

    Reaching the top at about 10:30, we high-fived and whooped when we saw an almost flawless vista down to the smaller hills above Hualien down below. Clouds were forming quickly, however, so we ate lunch, and were engulfed in cloud within half an hour. Perfect timing. Negotiating the slipperiest segments of landslide in the dry, we were treated to 13km of sublime single-track descending; fast, slippery and technical. Minutes went by in a trance of speed and kicked-up mud. This is why we are mountain bikers.

    5:20am, and clear skies!
    The sign says "all is really safe and you have nothing to worry about AT ALL – go and enjoy yourselves!" cough cough
    Riding one of the suspension bridges
    Major landslide, which stopped us in our tracks last time (that and the fact that we arrived about 6 hours earlier than last year)
    Kickin' it
    This was to be our descent …
    Second of the major rockfalls. The junior workmen told us it would be fine to ride on; the site foreman told us to turn back. We smiled and carried on, but we knew we had to be back before it started to rain.
    One bridge out, and one bridge half-finished, slippery and dangerous.
    … but the skies were still holding for us!
    Double triple waterfall, and we are at the hut; a further 20 minutes of riding until we got to the saddle overlooking the Hualien plain, and lunch / brunch.
    We did it!
    Celebratory photographs
    Our timing was bang-on perfect; clouds engulfed us for the return through the landslide area.
    … no more photos on the descent as we were having far too much fun, and wanted to get off the hill in the dry. My filthy bike is testament to the quality of the ride.
    Austin Powers parking. Mark accompanies us as we ride down the hill back to the village to get washed-up.
    "Can we borrow your hosepipe?" … 20 minutes later, mud covering the street and bags of used food packaging handed over, I think we were stretching our welcome!

    Practicalities

    We were all reasonably fit and riding bikes that were pretty well suited to hours of climbing in the saddle. I would not really recommend taking anything heavier than an ‘all mountain’ rig, since you will need to be happy carrying it in some sketchy situations. We were lucky and had no mechanicals or injuries, but had packed a spare tyre and multiple tubes and other spares. I almost had my rear dérailleur ripped off by a piece of bamboo and had a spare drop-out packed; we left the spare dérailleur in the van since someone turning around and heading back to the van would be able to coast with few problems.

    Pack a range of clothes, nutrition, sun tan lotion (we are at almost 3000m remember) and whatever spares you are happy to carry. Start early, and enjoy!

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    My iPhone batteries ran out at the 19km mark, and it was not picking out the whole trail since it was relying on GPS alone, through the trees.

    Weather

    Keep an eye on the weather; look how quickly things change Taiwan Central Weather Bureau

    Videos

    Some videos from others around the internet – gives a good idea of the trail, or at least the descent. The first one from Inmotion Asia:

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    The second one gets interesting after about 1 minute in:

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  • Nenggao Mountain Biking – 能高越嶺古道

    Nenggao Mountain Biking – 能高越嶺古道

    Riding the ridge of mountains that comprise the spine of Taiwan has long been an ambition of the myself and the riding group.  After some significant effort, Mark put together some days of riding; day 1 of the plan was to attack the infamous Nenggao trail system (能高越嶺古道), which was built by the Japanese in an attempt to control the unruly locals.  Comprising a day of climbing, an overnight camp, and a day of blissful high-speed descending, this was set to be an epic one.  We were joined by Taiwan mountain biking alumni, flying in from Shanghai, Hong Kong and – would you believe it – Mexico.  While several of us had bikes, the majority were going to be renting, or buying new rigs; luckily, we found a place north of Taipei run by Giant that was renting pretty decent machinery, and we were good to go.

    Staying overnight in a hot spring hotel near Renai (仁愛) , we mentally prepared by hanging out way past curfew in the hot tub, and quaffing hand-imported PatronAñejo’ Tequila.  As the first results from the football World Cup beamed in Mr. Patron accompanied us, assisting in the respective celebrations and commiserations.

    Perhaps as a result of said Tequila, the day got off to a somewhat more leisurely start than we initially planned, but we were climbing up to the trail-head proper within no time.  The weeks of precipitation, namely the ‘Plum Rain‘, seemed to have receded in time for the ride, and we were climbing in cool, if humid, weather.

    Crossing the bridge one the way to the up, while the weather was still behaving.

    Negotiating one of the waterfalls – you can see how fragile the earth underneath is.

    One of the landside sections – just before we opted to turn around.

    Weeks of rain had clearly taken their toll, however, and large landslides blocked our path on several occasions.  Our steely resolve to press on to the camp ground was tested, when finally the heavens opened, breaking promises of safe conditions, and we opted to get the hell off the hill, as soon as we saw rivulets of water dragging rocks and debris down the landslide area.  It was not worth the significant risk, and we were all shivering insider our rain jackets, soaked in sweat, rain and humidity.

    So, off the mountain we went, and the six of us made a rapid bee-line for the trail-head, some six kilometres in the other direction.  The hours of climbing compressed into minutes of descending, naturally, but we were energised and warmed-up once more; it’s amazing what a little adrenalin can do.

    Greeting each other after a slightly hairy descent!

    Sweat, rain, relief.  In that order.

    Team photo. Thumbs-up from Carlos!

    Reaching the van, and caked in landslide, Craig found a pipe gushing water, and we took it in turns to wash the bikes and ourselves.  He maintains that the pipe was broken when he found it, but we feared a village was missing its evening shower as a result of our group cleansing activities.  One thing is for sure; we will be back in November, when the park officials have had some time to repair the trail, and the weather will hopefully be in our favour.

    Games with the water pipe …


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