I’m fried. Peeling, too. I went to Yilan last weekend with Wayne and Eric and played in the sun all day. It was a long day, but it was just the way to end summer break.
We went to Luodong and hiked up to a waterfall and played in that for a bit. There were hordes of people, probably all from out of town, just like us, hiking around there. The waterfall was somewhat treacherous since little kids were throwing rocks against the back of it; there were sharp fragments all over the place. The water was awesome though. The waterfall was just about right, too. Hard enough that it was hard to keep upright or even keep breathing under it, but not so hard that it was dangerous.
After that, we took a cab down to the train station and past some of Wayne’s old stomping grounds, including his old school and some of his favorite photo spots. We headed into Daxi and went out to the beach. That entire leg of the trip was eerie. It was as if I had been there before, but I hadn’t. I realized why fairly quickly– Wayne has photographed all of it and put it up on Flickr. Some portions, like Turtle Mountain Ilse, he’s photographed dozens of times.
Once I got over that oddness, it was pretty fun at the beach. I hadn’t realized it, but I had been swimming in the Pacific ocean (wading at Kending a few years back didn’t count). I used to swim for three and a half hours a day in high school, but in 5 years in Taiwan, I never once went swimming in the ocean. Crazy. I tried to do a bit of body surfing, but the waves were kinda small. Wayne and I tossed around a frisbee for a bit too, and Eric got deeply involved in digging a giant hole in the sand on the beach.
By the time we got back into town it was already dark, so we hit the nightmarket for dinner of veggies, fish chin, and some other stuff. It was a pretty good day. Good enough to justify getting so sunburned that all the skin on my shoulders is peeling off.