Camping

We went camping at a place called Fulong beach, on the eastern, Pacific, side of Taiwan. This was the last gasp of the summer vacation before the kids returned to school. The beach is pretty good there, the water is fully tropical and the surfing is first-class. They even have an international standard camp site with a pool.

But in characteristic Taiwanese fashion the coast-line is blighted with unsightly, concrete and steel, skeletons of buildings and the beach road is the main thorough-fare for trucks carrying hazardous materials to the south. For good measure they are building a nuclear power plant right on the beach.

Strangely, there was practically no one in the camp site. The Taiwanese clearly think it’s too hot. Around 30 or so. Besides it’s the ghost month and a full moon to boot. Perhaps camping entails communing too closely with untamed spirits.

Still we had fun, BBQed meat and got burned by the sun. All of us learned how to swim under-water (not all of us voluntarily).

We went camping at a place called Fulong beach, on the eastern, Pacific, side of Taiwan. This was the last gasp of the summer vacation before the kids returned to school. The beach is pretty good there, the water is fully tropical and the surfing is first-class. They even have an international standard camp site with a pool.

But in characteristic Taiwanese fashion the coast-line is blighted with unsightly, concrete and steel, skeletons of buildings and the beach road is the main thorough-fare for trucks carrying hazardous materials to the south. For good measure they are building a nuclear power plant right on the beach.

Strangely, there was practically no one in the camp site. The Taiwanese clearly think it’s too hot. Around 30 or so. Besides it’s the ghost month and a full moon to boot. Perhaps camping entails communing too closely with untamed spirits.

Still we had fun, BBQed meat and got burned by the sun. All of us learned how to swim under-water (not all of us voluntarily).