Travelled down to Hualien to visit Taroko National Park. I was still ill but determined to go since it was the sole reason I was there. In my fuzzy sick state I didn’t realise I had booked a solid hike and the temperature never dropped beneath 28c, but there were moments of perfection on the way up. Greeting the mountains when you’re at their height is a feeling I’ll never get used to.
I fell ill just before I left for Taiwan so most of my time in Taipei was spent coughing in a daze. Things I saw and loved: dogs, queer gfs showing me around, mountains, 20th century architecture on Dihua Street, night food markets, repurposed old factories, a socially liberal Asian city.
Classic charming Sicillian coastal town.