Taiwan free line of Sun Moon Lake _ cities

2010 August 31st August Typhoon storms Sun Moon Lake last day I was walking around with parents sit in the Sun on the boat. The distant hills fans hazy clouds lingering in the Lake, above, a tight like a burst of heavy rain to keep beating the hull. Bad weather is rare, Ah, I thought. Taiwan more mountain range, the typhoon, often accompanied by heavy rain, caused by the disaster, landslides, highway collapse commonplace. News that three typhoons since yesterday have surrounded the Taiwan, traction, "Fujiwara effect" may be expanded, I was at this point, ushered in the parents and began our free line. Back in June, I was in New York will accompany parents to Fifth Avenue's Taiwan office consulted the relevant visa Taiwan free line the Taiwan Government Department officials face also imparted. No wonder that the mainland Taiwan is a company, Government Department staff attitude. Two brothers than a JB, 屌-like. Visa to quickly get to the mainland Taiwan two brothers home but not direct, said, must be accessible through the third. 60 years, Ah, artificial divide more than historical scars, insurmountable. Two old had to in the third place of the Hong Kong transit before entering Taiwan. Funny is the third place is vested in the who are you? pre-booking! the next riads, Sun cannot give up, so there is a moment of emotion of the rain on the Lake. This place reminds me five years ago the rain of Vancouver Island trip, the same cold weather, because the parent company, totally warm memories. Remember that more than 20 people gonggar's televised because of heavy rain, broke and fled, I insist on staying with parents in Isles, Ruth camping ground. In Island Lighthouse, I stood in the rain, the mother station behind me as I silently; rain looming alongside the boat in the wild sea shore, struggled to light the homing beacon, gales of whistle, father deduce that is mother to child by calling; suffuse the pier shops, my mother bought Lavender cream, came the songs of Ireland, I asked the shop singer's name. All in all, yesterday. Rain in the "how-snapped up" keep pounding the ship, with gusts, rain. Reach the other side of time watching the flowering of umbrella from time to time. Rain, sunk up to the mountain's shadow. Cable car, totally missing a landscape. Tramway surrounded by white fog, as still hangs in the air, the time seemed to stop, a wonderful feeling. This rain is not in the mood in Aboriginal culture village in the mountains play, eat something will take the cable car down the Hill. I do not know when the rain stopped, the tramway was looming out of the shadows of the Sun. Hearts a flutter, hastened to pray, God, good, don't line up, I'll let the two old to see a true Sun Moon Lake. Then go to the mysterious light temple, step on the pier, the air is coming into the wonderful taste, can't wait to taste the legendary hard-boiled egg, really lives up to its name. It's still not good, very low cloud is very low, Sun Moon Lake becomes a dark grey. Look at times late, the Checkin time, then went back to lodging. Riads, surface Lake, standing in the room, Sun Moon Lake scenery bitch, even when the window gets the scenery is in the eye, doodling. In the evening, the sky was light-red, suffuses Lake Shore little neon. Boat dock gate, quietly. Weary travelers tired looking out the window, the beauty of nature give gratitude, bring happiness. In the afternoon, heavy rains, this moment of annoying to come also felt cute. Night came. Lake shore of neon stretches unknown tomorrow.