We pulled off of a main road and began heading up hill. The road was beautiful as it climbed atop a ridge line with views on both sides of the road. On a clear day, is that something that happens here, I would imagine the landscape to stretch out with undulating hills on one side and sneak views of the ocean far in the distance in the other. Around one corner, our discussion regarding the growing styles of pineapples came to a head as we neared a field.
The clucking of hens and rooster cries came from an adjacent building that we checked out as we turned around. There they were, packed in with little space in between. It's always sad to see all of these animals crammed into a tiny space.
Back on the road, we continued driving hoping that signs would eventually switch to English or Pinyin, the westernized form of Chinese. Eventually a brown sign popped up, pointing us to the right. We turned off and immediately dropped off the ridge through an insanely steep hairpin curve. A little farther down the road we again turned towards a large but empty parking lot. We had reached the Taiwan Folk Village.
Hoping for a cultural experience, we were let down. A mix between a low-end Disney World and Oregon's Enchanted Forest awaited us. Some of the architecture and housing set-ups were interesting.
The rest of the expansive area was mobbed with a university orientation. Students were engaged in all sorts of team building activities and it was quite humorous watching them. For those of you already lining up to come visit, enjoy the photos at the
link, cause we ain't goin' back.
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