Life in Taipei doesn’t seem much like island life, or at least the kind of island life seen on television. When the urban Taiwanese need to get away from the big city their solution is to hole themselves up on another, smaller, island. So before class started, my friends and I took a very brief vacation the hustle and bustle of Taipei and headed to Green Island, a tiny island off the eastern coast of Taiwan.

 Getting there required a six-hour-train ride to Taitung and then an hour-long ferry ride. Lonely Planet had advised us that the ferry was a vomit-inducing machine, so we piously took motion sickness pills. I actually would describe the ferry ride as easy and pleasant, if not for the frigid air conditioning. When we arrived I found the small-town life I’ve always wondered about (and also only seen on television) set against lush, mountainous terrain. There wasn’t much to do but fly through the scenery on our scooters on the 20 km of road encircling the island. Its claim to fame is the hot spring, one of the three natural saltwater ones in the world.

I’ve never taken an “adventure” vacation before and still can’t say that I have after this one. If adventure means snorkeling in a group of 20 while keeping one hand on the string of buoys being pulled around by a guide, then yes I have gone adventuring. Contrary to what the brochure promised, there is no off the beaten path on Green Island. There is no searching required to see see how the locals live. The deer tied up in front of people’s houses aren’t pets so much as dinner for themselves or to be served in one of the few restaurants.I can’t imagine what other industry it has other than tourism and maybe fishing.  The main drag that tourists frequent for food and accommodations is only fancy enough to feature a 7-11 and dessert parlour dressed up like a seafood restaurant.

Green Island is the opposite of where I grew up. It’s the small town, picturesque paradise versus the sprawling post-war suburb that you urge others not to visit. Somehow I can’t imagine sharing my home with tourists. I felt it in Amsterdam last year too. Living there means having to alter your bike route to avoid the hoardes (not whores) in the red light district and having the drunk and stoned as permanent fixtures on your landscape. If the city folk commute to nature to find peace of mind, do those that live among the trees and the sunbathers still find it the same place?

posted by vicky at 5:44 pm under Asia, Taiwan
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