Early Saturday morning Fiona, my brother and I got the MRT subway from Beitou all the way to the end of the line out in Xindian. From there we met a group of Fiona’s colleague’s friends and we all bundled onto a public bus, and off we set on a very uncomfortable, twisty ride up, into the mountains.
We arrived at an activity centre in the middle of the forested mountains on a swollen river bank, a typhoon having just passed days before. Annexing the activity centre was a giant garage full of wetsuits, canoes, and helmets all dangling from the rafters. Continue reading