About ten of us decided to head to Fulong Beach. Getting there was an adventure to say the least. First we took the MRT to Taipei Main Station, where we transferred over to a train. It seemed as if half of Taipei had the same idea as us. It being Sunday and hot weather as always, the train was packed with people standing almost shoulder to shoulder. Kevin and I got separated from the rest of the group but luckily had enough room to stand comfortably and chat. When we decided to head down 3 cars to reunited with our friends, it was like going through a human maze. I'm very used to saying excuse me in Chinese now, so that was no problem (dui bu qi 對不起).
Finally we reached the beach and were already sweating! Fulong is right along the coast so luckily it wasn't much of a walk. While there I saw many small dogs. Funny thing is that everyone shaves their dogs here. Not totally bald, but they give them a clean buzz cut, leaving their heads and tails with fur. It's entertaining to see, but normal because bald doggies get hot too. They also like to swim.
Maybe the beach was also crowded because it was the last day for the sand sculpture show.
I would have really loved to see them being built.
Mwuah!
We can pretend they are ancient sculptures
I waited to long to swim here! Every time I see water I just want to just in. Swimming was a dream come true. Ahhhhhhhh. I forgot that the Ocean is salty though and definitely cleared out my sinuses when I went under. It kind of felt like this:
Skip to 0:50 to see a demonstration
So we floated around the water, which was warmer than I expected. Many people just wear their clothes to swim. Our group also tried throwing and flipping people out of the water. That worked about half of the time.
Next stop was a quick lunch box and off to Cat City. It has a real name, but is referred to that because of how many cats congregate there. Also...I can't remember the name. It's just an old mining town filled with skinny cats. At least they're skinnier than American cats. Just like Taiwanese people are skinnier than Americans.
On the train ride back, we practiced our Hong Kong/Cantonese accent by copying Vico. He would say things like, "I am Vico. I come from Hong Kong to study biodiversity in Taiwan." If you read each word with a space in between each, you'll come close to how he sounds. Read this, "I...am...Wico. I come from...Ong Kong...to...study...biiiiiodivaristy in Daiwan." My HK accent is pretty poor, but it's entertaining to try anyways. I also took my friends on a tour of the different accents in the states - Southern, Minnesotan, New York, New Jersey, West Coast and of course Midwestern.
So our day off way relaxing in that we didn't have to learn, but it was still packed with sights to see and places to be.