Already mentioned earlier in this "procession of stories" is our incessant search for the best breakfast spot in town. Yes, food, food, food; perhaps the blog should be relabeled as, “My Adventure Towards Obesity”. Some might wonder how this obsession began; why our search for a lunch or dinner restaurant hasn't begun. Well, truth of the matter is, it ended before its inception. My first meal in Hualien happened to be just right; and, after a week of exploration, verified it was the best meal one can find within this fine city. No other place compared to this spot and so we returned, and continue returning although we make dinner or eat other places once in a while so we don't burn out, a probable irrational fear but one doesn't risk such a folly.
When a person frequents an establishment, connection are born. The two cooks are most notable: a young man we nicknamed “RC” because he mentioned that he flew remote controlled helicopters, and “Sifu” because he is a former Buddhist monk and his ever ready smile indicated he is, quite possibly, enlightened. These characters accentuate the experience, combining good company and healthy, delicious, meals. The power structure of the restaurant was unknown to us and we hoped RC never received reprimands from "Powers That Be" for talking with us. Then, one shocking revelation took place during some query about the age of the restaurant. It turns out, RC owns this establishment and our anxiety about conversing instantly dissolved.
During our meals, RC occasionally joins us until business called him away. Last week, plans were hatched to go out hiking together, and, this past Sunday, the hike commenced. Meeting at the restaurant a little after nine, we set out in his car -- a much warmer and more relaxing method of transportation. Since the majority of the breakfast shops were closed, we'd only been able to obtain fan tuan for breakfast; but not to worry, RC headed into the restaurant and returned within a few minutes with a bag contain raw vegetables and uncooked noodles. And we were off... Three quarters of an hour later and we arrived at an established parking lot, trail-head leading upriver.
This semi-protected river offers a watershed for spawning fish but is recreated for one major reason, jade, and the ability for visitors to claim a trophy if they search hard enough. As we ate our breakfast, we searched the river for a minute and a local man came over and chatted with Dacota and RC. As per usual, I busied myself with other tasks. The old man gifted me two small slivers of jade and directed us towards the path we'd wanted to follow.
The well established path |
I see a waskly RC wabbit |
Although originally scheduled as a hike, this turned into a trace and we headed along the stream, the algae covered rocks being "fun" to travel along.
Side Paths |
A shady alcove |
A small waterfall that ended our days progress |
It seems these posts often end part way; but one must remember, we are hiking up a river. After a few miles of tracing, remote destinations can be accessed without resulting in an end. There is always the possibility of tracing further, going out longer, but the river could cascade down around impassable boulders (as what happened a few days prior) or it could lead for a marathon worth of distance until the final source can be found. Usually a steady stream running down an imposing mountain-side is found at the end, the accumulated waters from the surrounding mountain ranges composing the volume found at the start.
Success! We made it out with treasure. |
Chef RC making the soup noodles out of wild-harvested plants |
Two of RC's Remote Controlled Helicopters |
These helicopters are professional beauties, weighing very little, without the battery pack, and are constructed out of carbon fiber. Intricate motor and gyroscopic control systems allows for precise control of the flying copter while the pilot, standing on the ground, uses a radio controller to send it zooming around. As long as the helicopter remains in visual sight, the pilot could continue manipulation the bird over half a mile away.
Not a hobbyist at all, RC is a sponsored pilot, having won dozens of awards, and has recently departed from competition to allow others a chance to win. Now a days, his corporate sponsor provides prototype models and prototype control systems for him to test out. The red copter is "perfect", and was used successfully in many competitions. The blue copter is a prototype, yet the both flew amazingly complicated sets.
The "perfect" raptor mid-air |
But how does one compete in this exclusive sport? Are mini-guns attached to the hull and, in-air, dog-fights take place? ... Not quite. It turns out that the most readily understood comparison would be figure-skating. Music accompanies the flight, the pilot "dances" the copter in-sync with the beat, complex routines and maneuvers judged for accuracy and originality. Imagine flying this big bird, a hundred feet in the air and needing to make figure eights around a common focal point, copter changing orientation in the interim. We watched RC perform this move with ease. Rocketing hundreds of feet in the air and slamming back towards the earth to stop a foot off the ground, and zoom off again. Although the flight-time is limited to three minutes, the intense experience would have caused sensory overload if longer duration could be sustained. I'll never again scoff at people's interested in remote controlled vehicles.
To be honest, never in my life did I anticipate writing about remote controlled helicopters in such detail. Taiwan is full of new experiences!
If RC is reading this... Thank you for a wonderful day!
----- Addendum ---
We re-traced this river and below are additional photographs of that trip. I wanted to produce an updated document while still preserving the original mystery, thus I did not change the original document but let it remain "in limbo" until making the time to complete this small update.
Fish Ladder |
- And so we begin -
After a heavy rainfall the previous two days, the river we found today was much swifter than before. With a goal of distance instead of immediate-vicinity exploration, we set off and made tracks, reaching the climax point (the waterfall) in roughly half an hour. This first waterfall turned out to be the actual starting point for a cool trace, with small waterfalls around every bend, steep moss covered walls, dripping with moisture, creating beautiful walls, the increase in size and frequency of jade, and more.
A trinity of pathways |
The most adorable little San Su ever! |
The Gate |
As we continued to hike, the river, once far below, raised in elevation to meet us along side the road. If a human confrontation were to occur, we could claim that we traced the river until reaching the road and decided to take the easier path. Farmed fields ended at the gate. A rusted, but looking functional, backhoe stood like a dinosaur and we passed by it ever expecting to see people. Yet, none were found. After a mile or two along the road, we reach the end of the operation. From small side detours, some kind of destructive mining was taking place but I couldn't quite figure out which stone was sought. Perhaps veins of jade made this operation worth it, but we never found any indication that this venture was successful. he river continued onward but the site abruptly ended, giving little indication what was harvested or why they stopped.
Camera Facing East, I'm standing next to the river |
The view as we turned around |
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