Day 4: ZhiBen to KenTing

The next morning we woke up to our neighbors cackling like geese. About ten of them in total, five couples who are mostly retired and travel around Taiwan together. They had the most energy of any old people I have seen, and made old(ish) age look delightfully adolescent. They also made an abundance of food, we ate together and laughed until our bellies near split. It felt quite like the Kroeker-Friesen epics we had as kids.


Then actual geese showed up, territorial geese.


It was tough to distinguish.


The spread! Fresh catch, fresh Taro congee


Valley living


Apparently Devon has been to Taiwan.


A small town main street.


Tawdriness is wildly popular here


Train Station in ZhiBen


Skip scene. We arrived in Kenting, a national park at the very Southern tip of Taiwan. The main drag is tourist-trap central, so we grabbed a quick bowl of noodles, some rations, and hitch-hiked farther East to get away from it. The man who picked us up was kind enough take us a fair distance out of his way to drop us off at this site.