I've been thinking about visiting the dragon temple a little ways up the mountain for awhile now so I figured what better night to drive there than tonight? I hopped onto my bike, maneuvered my way through the scary tunnel, ventured forth. One of my favorite smells (aside from the smell of the sea) is the smell of mountain air. It's especially grand smelling it while riding a scooter as the wind brushes against your body.
I didn't have to drive far before I caught the outline of the colorful dragon heads in the darkness. The place was eerily quiet and vacant and one could easily imagine all sorts of ghosts lurking about.
It's much more impressive by daylight but here are a few photos:
Emboldened (and feeling quite sexy as an attractive Taiwanese man slowed his bike down to greet me) I climbed back onto my scooter and headed further up the mountain, though somewhat cautiously as it was my first time going around such sharp turns. To be honest, the mountain isn't very big at all so it wasn't that much of a challenge.
I drove for awhile and tried to find the swimming pool in the shadows. No such luck.
I'll have to go back again soon.
Driving in late evening or early morning hours seems to calm my nerves. It's also giving me confidence to venture out further and further on the scooter. A month or two ago I was terrified of driving down the street to do my laundry; now I'm making my way up mountains. It's amazing what people are capable of when they put fear aside and step forward with faith. While I still have a long ways to go, I'm proud of myself.
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