It seemed like just another gorgeous day in Hualien. Started off the right way... click on read more to read more...
Now here is a man who knows how to start the day...
A proper breakfast a real local breakfast shop.
Because I had to pick up my bike at the train station, I didn't get out of town until almost 9. The heat was on.
The coast is now overwhelmed with lots of this ridiculous kitsch crap.
The Cidal Hunters School teaches?
The climb up Niu Shan was an ascent into the furnaces of hell. I overheated like crazy a couple of times, had to rest until I stopped being dizzy. So glad to reach the peak and this flat area.
One of the most photo'd places in Taiwan, I took this obligatory photograph.
What is this?
The east coast still has a few places where you can enjoy the views, but the pace of destruction is quickening.
Oceanic fish farming going on inside these nets.
At Shitiping, the quaint little fishing port I used to like, both swimming holes have now been destroyed by tour group crap. And buses everywhere. So demoralizing...
Tourists flooding this area...
You can still get some iconic old photos, to be sure.
And the mountains still have their moments.
But hurry up and see the coast. It's vanishing rapidly into the maw of the Chinese tourist madness. If you could only do one route and you asked me for recommendations, I'd say, do the Rift Valley. The coast ain't what it used to be.