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The plane lands, the train takes you through familiar regions, and you expect to feel back “at home”. Life goes on, you are no longer the foreigner everyone looks at, you blend into the crowd, communication is effortless. 

You revisit the places of your childhood. You try to form new habits, find a gym, familiarize yourself with the complexities of German bureaucracy, talk to strangers and wonder why everyone wants to keep to themselves.

Meeting with old friends, seeing how much you have grown apart from others, and realizing who you really care about.

There is just… something is missing. Money is tight, and there is this nine-to-five life, a rut settling in. The next three years are going to be tedious and laborious, all just in hopes of reaping some benefit from my education.

It’s been a while since I finished this tour, but I still haven’t found time to write down the exact whereabouts, personal recommendations as well as most of my travel experiences.

Although the flight with Air China was booked way in advance, I still did not really know what I was getting myself into. Stepping out of the airport, the heat hit me and I was impressed by the politeness that I saw around me.

The first days after arrival I stayed in TaiwanMex in Taipei, bought a Lonely Planet and visited the sights of the city. Apart from the obligatory Taipei 101 and Chiang-Kai-Shek Memorial Hall, I stopped often and took a look at many of the curiosities the city had to offer. Sun-Yat-Sen Memorial Hall is quite nice at nighttime and lots of people gather for breakdance performances at the entrance to the building.

After I had found a bike shop willing to rent me a 2000$ bike for 5€ a day(get out at MRT stop Quilian, take exit 1 and after about 200m of walking on the road to the left of the metro, you should be able to see a carwash, continue and after a few meters you will find a small bike shop), I packed up and started riding. My first stop was the harbour city Keelung north-east of Taipei. The roads were congested and the heat made everyone nervous. I was so relieved to finally see the waves and followed the coastline to Fulong beach.
Along the way, I met many friendly cyclists from all over Asia, who followed the same route as me.

I slept at a small surf shack in Ciayi and took a surfing lesson the next day. The waves were ideal and everybody had a great time. You could already tell a typhoon was coming though.
After a night at a bar in Yilan I took my bike on the train to Hualien(Xin Zen). You should have somebody arrange it in advance for you or you might run into a conductor giving you trouble.
From there on my trusty bike had to endury the steep climbs of Taroko Gorge National Park. The first night was spent in Tianshiang at the Catholic Youth hostel. Not a single word of English was spoken, but luckily some friendly Malaysian guests there to save the day for all unsuspecting western travellers.
There is a beautiful trail called Luishui-Wenshan-trail near Tianshiang, crossing abandoned old bridges and going up and down the mountains. At this time of the year I had the trail all to myself.
Be sure to apply for a mountain permit beforehand.
The hot springs at the end are very convenient and I found them to be much more relaxing than the ones I found near Puli later on.

After getting some rest, I spent the next day struggling partly with the mountains, but mainly the worsening weather. Car drivers kept telling the storm was going to hit much earlier than expected.
The rain kept getting stronger and I was glad to finally arrive in Guanyun, having covered around 2000m of elevation and about 60km of serpentine after serpentine.
Back on the road after the typhoon, the streets were not as devastated as I would have expected them to be. The roadworkers, many of which came to the police station, the only building to have electricity and access to running water, did a great job during the night.

The last bit to the top of Highway 14 is just excruciating, in turn the descent is even more rewarding. The night was spent in Puli Guest House, the owner, a Japanese expatriate, was quite helpful in planning the next steps of my journey.
Sun-Moon-Lake kind of failed to impress me, so I continued without staying there too long. Lukang was nice, but the rest of Changhua couny and around just seemed boring and the infrastructure seemed to consist of long strips of indistinguishable roads and car shops.
The bus back to Taipei was on time, comfortable, allowed me to take my bike without a hassle, arrived quickly and made me wonder why transportation at home still does not work that seamless at all.

After returning the bike, getting some chores done and exploring Taipei, a bus took me to Kaohsiung and the night was spent at the interesting, albeit slightly touristy nightmarket.

To be continued.

Most of the west coast is not really worth a visit.

This small island mainly caters to marine biology lovers. There is an abundance of species living all over and around the island. Of particular interest are the turtles who resurface to breathe fresh air just in front of the steep cliffs.

In order to evade all the Chinese tourists on their scooters, I took long strolls along the shore, took in some peaceful views of the sunset and returned for delicious meals of local seafood.

With no other objective than working on my tan and reading the works of Easton-Ellis, time passed rather slowly.

This morning, I packed up and caught a ferry back to Dongqang because another Typhoon was heading towards the mainland.

Kaohsiung was nice, as was Pingtung county. Although I certainly feel like a stranger, I am more at ease when travelling around. Still, I am missing a sense of purpose and belonging here, so my voyage will end soon.

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.