Taiwan. Where do I begin, where do I end? Patches from our trip to Taiwan whirl through my mind. A journey of contrasts. Not that many people know how great the country is, making it one of the most underrated destinations of Asia.
Bright sun, high winds. Car horns, dead silent nature. Flickering lights in hundreds of colors, blue water. Pounding waves, windless skies. Infinite paddy fields, jagged rocks. Shiny clean streets, flying trees. Colorful temples, white waterfalls. Simmering hot springs, cool mountains. Thousand Chinese, a single Westerner.
The contrasts are wonderful.
With a smile on my face I walk around in Taipei. Taipei, that Asian metropolis where I get to know locals and been dragged onto a whirling journey through temples, lights and food markets. I fall for Yilan and put my nose against the train window. Hua Lien offers food where I still fantasize about and above all, a piece of stunning natural beauty: Taroko National Park. Here, restless rivers course a way through craggy mountain edges, blood red bridges and ancient temples.
A road trip brings me along the rugged East Coast, where waves scream and rice fields shine like mirrors, towards the high mountains of Taiwan. The hill tribe welcomes me with wide open arms and a sea of puppies and cats. With mermaidhair I climb in the hot springs of Taitung. I admire the nature and still love Asian cities. My white hair is waving in the emerging wind and attract attention. No wonder, the whole trip I count only two Westerners. The undiscoveredness of Taiwan is truly beautiful.
I write poems on the beach in Kenting, I look further than possible at the edge of the island and swinging over the roads I pout my arms around my all.
I hide for super typhoon Soudelor in Kaoshiung and find my way back to Taipei driving between flying trees. At home, I can’t stop thinking about this beautiful trip and slowly I draw the first words on paper. Taiwan, that undiscovered piece of Earth, is more than worth discovering.