Sun Moon Lake
My flatmate Nic and I made a trip to Sun Moon Lake this weekend. Admittedly, we began planning a little late, that is to say: a week and a half before our departure (a feat of brinksmanship whose success apparently surprised Nic’s teacher). Reserving accommodation did not pose a major problem, and there were many hotels to choose from. We chose the one closest to the bus stop. Booking train tickets, however, was an entirely different story. A week and a half before our departure date, almost all High Speed Railway trains to Taichung were fully booked, and the few that remained departed either early in the afternoon (before the end of my classes) or very late in the evening (with an arrival time too late to catch the shuttle to Sun Moon Lake). The Sunday return ticket situation looked even more dire: There were no free spots between noon and ten in the evening.
Fretting over the
matter while trying to talk sense into one of those stupid multi-purpose
machines at 7-Eleven and texting Nic to ask for his opinion, I eventually managed
to find some tickets through regular rail (i.e. the Taiwanese Railway
Authority). We were to leave Taipei at 15:00 on Friday and board the train back
at 11:45 on Sunday. The shuttle tickets were, for reasons not entirely clear to
me even after calling the bus company, impossible to book for the times we
needed, so we simply left the matter in the hands of the powers that be.
However, despite the
somewhat hectic process of purchasing tickets, the whole trip went remarkably
smoothly, to the point that it sometimes aroused my suspicions. It took us a
little over two hours to get to Taichung, where we boarded the shuttle bus to
Sun Moon Lake. Finding the station was a bit of a challenge, since there was no
indication online of its location, but the information office sent us in the
right direction and even gave us a map of Taichung’s city centre (who knew that
the bus station would be ten minutes away!).
My worries that there would be hordes of
people waiting for the shuttle bus turned out to have been unnecessary. Including
the two of us, only five or six people boarded the empty bus at the Taichung
train station. I was thankful that we did not manage to purchase HSR tickets, though,
for the bus filled up once we got to the HSR station, and there were still people
left waiting on the platform. We
got to Sun Moon Lake after nightfall, checked-in, had dinner, and went to bed.
We got up a little before
six the following day to go pick up our rental bikes, which we had reserved online
a few days earlier. The ride, though occasionally a little steep, was very
pleasant, especially when I remembered how much cooler and fresher the air was
than in Taipei. The first notable thing we saw on the way was a collection of
tiny floating islands by the shore, which – so we were told the next day by an
information board – were built by the local Thao tribe as artificial breeding
grounds for fish and shrimp, as well as a way to impede waves from eroding the
shore.
We stopped by Wenwu
Temple – a rather large temple on the top of our first hill, featuring, among
others, a replica of the mace of Guan Yu from the Romance of the Three
Kingdoms – after which we ate breakfast at a little roadside kitchen. Our
next stop was another temple on a hill, named Xuanzang Temple after the monk
from Journey to the West. In its neighbourhood we also visited Ci’En Pagoda,
which I climbed for its view of the lake. The rest of our ride around the lake was
relatively peaceful, except for an accidental detour that I only noticed after
several kilometres of a suspiciously pleasant and long descent. Regaining our
altitude was not fun.
After returning, we ate
lunch and made a short hike up Maolan Mountain Trail. The weather started to
turn ugly, though, and we hid in a café just before a strong downpour later in
the afternoon. I made progress on Bocaccio’s Decameron.
The next day, we
walked around the lake for a while before catching a bus back to Taichung. Once
again, the plan went off without a hitch, so we made it back to Taipei in time
for my weekly family call.
Comments
Post a Comment