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| Back at the fishy place |
Back in Taizhong for a bit of a walk. It was a slow start, as I was quite hung over from carousing at PJ's Pub the night before with my friend Paul. But I made it to the coast in the end. The weather was very nice, except for the wind: it was a fierce, gusting, nagging wind that kept at it for most of the day. In fall, winter and early spring, the wind whips down the Taiwan Strait, dragging at the coastline. As I was walking north, it was almost equivalent to walking uphill.
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| Harbor control building |
Just behind the fishing harbor was a lot of land that was not being used very much. There were however lots of giant wind turbines taking advantage of the seasonal gusts.
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| Big wide road straight into the wind |
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| Sand catching barriers behind fence bars |
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| Another alluring siren of the road |
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| A fierce wind whipped up the waves |
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| The turbines were going like hell |
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| The nets added a splash of color |
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| Looming shadow of a turbine |
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| Blocks of industry |
After an hour or so along the sea, I took a road to a bridge that would get me across to Dajia. It was a boring section, so I have included no pictures of it.
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| Back to the main road bridge |
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| Colorful graffiti |
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| Into Dajia |
Finally I stomped into Dajia with weary feet, and found a cheap hotel and a large meal. But not before I availed myself of a few beers, of course! ; )
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