Sunday started very badly, but ended well, don’t worry.
First, I woke up at 8 because of one of my room mates who was creasing plastic bags – A total happiness when you consider I had gone to sleep at 3 in the morning after quite some drinks with an Hong-Kong room mate. So, in a nutshell, hanged over.
Then, I go to the train station, as I’m planning to spend the afternoon in Fulong, on the East Coast, on a nice beach.
OK, ticket booked, I have one hour ahead of me. So i seize that opportunity to buy my bus ticket to the airport in advance. I follow the signs to find the bus station. I cross one hall, i take two elevators, I cross a shopping mall, I take an other elevator, I cross the street as one guy tells me, I cross an other all… And I’m back to the starting point !!!
OK, let’s forget about the bus ticket. I need to withdraw some money for my way back from the beach, for my last night in Taipei, for the airport, for a couple of meals. I need 1000 Taiwan Dollars, meaning 25 euros. The first ATM keeps my card five minutes before giving it back to me. And I can tell you that five minutes looking at a screen which tells you your operation is being cancelled is pretty long. Long enough for my stomach to squeeze, as i’m imagining the next days without a penny in my pocket. OK, let’s try another one. The other one cancels the operation as well, without giving me any explanation.
My train is in five minutes. Should I get on it or should I secure money first ? I still have 86 dollars in my pocket, the trip back costs 83, I don’t need to eat or drink, let’s get on the train. Though, access to the beach is 200 dollars, so I’d rather find some cash anyway, otherwise the trip is not gonna be worth it.
90 minutes later, I reach my destination. There is a 7/11 grocery store next by, with an ATM. I try. Only in Chinese language, for local cards. My stomach squeezes again.
I find another 7/11 ATM… And it works… Uffff. I have my 25 euros !
I can even rent a bicycle !
Recently, Fulong city has dung a tunnel inside the mountain, so that people car see the sea from the other side. A five or six kilometers path dedicated to bicycles, a paradise.
At the end of the path, a fishermen village.
On the place, a guy plays the saxophone, an other one sells ice cream, a woman is preparing grilled sausages. The atmosphere is so peaceful. I hope its shows on the video below.
Then I finally go to the beach. Beautiful. Its is five PM and the light there is amazing.
I’m happy and very relaxed. I can take my train back to my creepy hostel. Tomorrow, on Monday, I’ll commute to Delhi. I’ll reach the city at two in the morning. I’ve asked to hotel to organize a pick up. I don’t want to take a random taxi in that megalopolis…
On Tuesday, your hero will have new adventures to tell !