Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Scooter Trip - Day 7 - Green Island to Hualien

So came the day when we had to turn back towards Taipei. That didn't mean that this was the end of the trip. We were still a very long way from home and we would not take the same road that we took going south. 

We caught the early ferry and contrary to how it was on the way out with a bunch of seasick main land Chinese people throwing up all over the place  this time it was a pleasant boat ride without foul odours. 

There are 2 different roads between Hualien and Taitung. We took the ocean road down and so we decided to take a road that went through a valley between 2 mountains. 
After some time on the road again we came to this little sleepy town. We stopped here for some food. 


I wasn't to happy about the food but my dad liked it allot. Its funny that he did because before he came to Taiwan he said that he never NEVER would eat anything else than western food. At this place we had something called lunch box. You pick what you want. Sometimes there's allot to choose between and sometimes .. like this time... there's not as much to choose between. 


Well here is the happy customer.


With food in our stomachs we went back onto the road.


We passed allot of grave sites. They are quite different form how we do it in the west. More colorful and usually its a family tomb. 


Here we had passed 700 km. 


Well.... this is me. 


After some time we made it to Hualien and there my dad and I went to a restaurant. At the restaurant they had a piano player who also did some singing.... Maybe he should have stayed with the piano...
Still... we had a good time and after finishing our food we sat an talked for a while. We applauded every song and the piano player smiled back at us. 

On the way back to the hotel dad bought yet another set of gifts for his grand children back home in Sweden. 


To be continued...



Now to something totally different. 

JASON HAS RECEIVED A VISA TO LIVE AND WORK IN SWEDEN. 
YEAHHHHH. 



Stay awake.
Love Ove

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