Starting out in Guanyun, my trusty bicyle had to endure Highway 14 all the way to the peak at 3275m.
From there on it was heaven on two wheels. Barely able to contain my excitement, it was overtaking 4WDs all day long. I have never pushed a bike that hard before, arriving in Wushe my hands needed a break from gripping the brakes.

Puli is just as you would expect a city in the west to be: Dirty, loud, chaotic and filled with cheesy Matsu temples.
Heading out tonight was a good idea; Amongst other things, I witnessed some Tai-chi groups practising and a Taiwanese orchestra performing classical native music.