Tuesday, 12 November 2024
We had breakfast at a little place two doors down from our hotel. They had a beautiful Bengal kitten. It was very friendly and liked to play. He had just knocked these boxes onto the floor.

Ralf went to a lookout that he had spotted yesterday and discovered that it was the largest rest station on the Nanhui Highway (Highway 9). He said it looked deserted to him, but yesterday there were people on the walkway.


I waited under a canopy out of the drizzle. We started our ride with our windbreakers on as it was drizzling our heavier rain jackets would have been too warm. The forecast was for rain and headwinds.

This is a mural representative of the Paiwan indigenous tribe. There are 14 indigenous tribes in Taiwan.
Today was a great ride, even though it was overcast and a little rainy at times. I would say that going along the coastal road out of Dawu was on par with any of the great coastal rides. The only problem was that there were no stopping places for tourists to take photos of the coast. Most car drivers would not consider this a great drive. For the most part we were on Highway 9, which is a busy road, but had a very wide shoulder for the scooters and cyclists. Of course, cyclists can stop almost anywhere to take photos.
Therein was the problem today, although it was grey and miserable Ralf wanted to take photos for the blog and Facebook. Of course, the best photos happen to be when you are going up a hill. Ralf was on the lookout for the photo op, and I was following him. He would shout photo and expect me to stop on a hill and more to the point get started again. Or he would slow down going down a hill not letting me get the momentum to get up the next hill. I didn’t stop, I carried on past him and waited for him at the top. That made a change Ralf is usually the one waiting for me.




At one point a couple of big monkeys crossed the road, as we were going uphill. Sorry, Ralf I must keep going.

We arrived in Taitung early 1:30. It was drizzling. Ralf had already received the door code for the self-check-in and tried to get in. Didn’t work! Oh, heck not again. He tried the door and realized it was open. The cleaner was still in the building and Ralf told her what room we were in, and we made ourselves comfortable. We showered, got the laundry ready etc. As we were about to head out Ralf asked the cleaner to show him how to use the keypad. It was then that we realized we were in the wrong half of the hotel. Our booking was for 180 Linhai Road. The owners own 178 and 180 and had us booked into 178 (next door). The cleaner and the owner were on the phone with Ralf, showing the cleaner our booking address. Because some of the information Ralf received was in Chinese, we hadn’t figured that we were in the other half. Eventually the cleaner, the owner and Ralf sorted it out and we didn’t have to move rooms. Phew, any hotel room always looks like a bomb has gone off 10 minutes into us moving in, with panniers, wet clothes, jackets and stuff all over the room.
Ralf did a google search and found a pizza restaurant. Damn it was closed on Tuesday. Oh well we will have a wander down some streets and see what we can find.
We found a gem of a place. We looked at the pictures on the window of the restaurant and went in, it was busy. The waiter sat us down gave us an English menu, explained how the set menu worked and left us to it. He took our order then came back a few minutes later and asked us if we were in a hurry as the food may take “twenteen minutes“. Not a typo. English can be complicated: seventeen, eighteen, nineteen and then twenty not twenteen. Food I could recognize, but to be on the safe side I stuck with the set menu of vegetables and noodles in a vege broth. Ralf choose the mahi mahi. If I had known, it was going to be that good I would have ordered that. The food was delicious.
The restaurant was called the Taitung Red Quinoa. They have won numerous awards for their food. They started as a tea stall twenty years ago. They evolved to a fusion restaurant and have become Taitung’s first restaurant specializing in red quinoa dishes and source local produce. After dinner we walked up the street a little way and saw quite a few fine dining restaurants.
It was raining on our way back to the hotel. We are now sitting comfortably full, writing the blog and relaxing with a glass of Korean Happy water.

