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Rabies crossed my mind. And then all I could think of was that these strays must be the culprits of the dog-shit trail we walked on earlier. Perhaps it was the lingering scent of that stinking footpath, or my ability in faking confidence has reached new heights that even dogs get fooled, but the dogs quietened down as I got closer. We walked past them with surprising ease and as soon as he was clear of the danger zone, Andy once again fell into step with me.
Are you a man or not? Casting aside notions of self-preservation and who should protect who, we made it to the top and sat there watching the harbour lights. Every now and again our conversation would be interrupted by the sounds of heavy cargo coming into the port. It was like crashing thunder and there was something rather contrasting about the serene imagery that was to be so harshly interrupted by the thunderous noise. With our butts sore from sitting too long, we decided to head back downhill for a very late dinner.
At 11pm on a Tuesday night, the Keelung Night Market was almost unrecognisable from the usual hustle and bustle it has personified so well. Most of the stalls have closed.
Street vendors were washing dishes and packing away their trolleys. Only a handful of places stayed open, but I quite enjoyed the fact that there were no lines to cue up to. No one else was rubbing shoulders with me as I made my way down the street. We scoffed down pork cutlets and squid ball soup, then ventured around taking in the rare ambiance of a night market at closing time.
No exploration of abandoned places was called to action. No fascinating photos to document my first break in. Our Golden Nuggets Trail gave us no pleasant surprises.
And in place of lions, tigers and bears, we faced a pack of stray dogs of which I was happy to not befriend. We never made it to Oz, but it was the outlying adventure I needed nonetheless. Leave a Comment Cancel reply Enter your comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account. Both Caden and I have never been to the Green Mansion before, and did not know what to expect.
We were enjoying our brisk ride when out of no where I saw a flash of white and then heard a loud yelp. Before you jump to the conclusion that we ran over an innocent animal, let me explain that strays attacking scooters whilst on the road is quite commonplace here.
This one jumped out at us as we were entering a corner. Thankfully it was a side-swiped and the dog was ok. We knew this for sure because despite the seemingly serious collision, it chased after us, barking and snapping at our heels. With the extra weight me on a 50cc scooter and going up a hill, the acceleration was no where near quick enough as I would like.
I have never seen a dog this angry, nor have I felt this scared of one before. After awhile the road flattened, and we were able to leave it behind…though not without it continually staring at me with menace in its eyes. I still think about that image. So that was the grand start to our adventure. We finally made it to the Green Mansion and found that there was very little left to what the previous explorer had discovered two years ago. The Green Mansion turned out to be two separate buildings, though one looks more like an industrial building rather than a mansion.
Each floor including the roof, had been almost completely pilfered or destroyed. Much of the space was left ignored for so long that nature is sprouting here and there. I could form a picture of how they lived…albeit the vision I got was an alcoholic, squatting his or her woes away. A little depressing but nonetheless a perspective to reflect on. It is hard to fathom why the owner had left it to rot. I find this idea rather fitting in the context of exploration as well.
As my new friend has so eloquently put it:. Special thanks to Caden for the feature photo in this blog and for giving me an opportunity to explore more of Taiwan! I love Taipei. I love it because it makes me feel abuzz with vitality. All my senses come alive and I am a part of this vibrant city. With living in any major city however, it can get a little too hectic at times.
Coming from slow and steady Adelaide, Taipei can be overly stimulating. So I called up my friend Andy, who conveniently has all modes of transport at his disposal.
But why would I want to go there? Most people associate Keelung with its not-so-quiet harbour and its bustling seafood and night markets. And rightly so. This place is famous for some great eats and bright lights along the Keelung river.
And for being a convenient 40 minute train ride away, it deserves the patronage. Left derelict for so long, that it has become one with its natural surroundings. So we geared up and packed ourselves into the car. Thanks to a couple of previous explorers who blogged exact location coordinates, it was pretty easy to find the site. I noticed there were plenty of new urban development going on as we drove closer. Albeit that this was strange, I shrugged it off as we pulled over a short distance away.
We grabbed our cameras and headed to the hills towards our final destination. The first sign that something was clearly not right was the fact that the street leading to that place was blocked off and a night guard was on full alert. Do that many foreigners break into these abandoned buildings? We decided not to draw attention to ourselves and went back around in search of another route to get uphill.
Along the way we walked past trails, and I mean quite a long distance full… of dog poop. It was as though this footpath lead all dogs to their haven. Whilst being careful on where to tread in the darkness, my friend pointed out that the locals have aptly coined it as gold nuggets.
Halfway up the hill, and there was no derelict old buildings to be seen. Brunch in the Paris Puces. Paris Restaurant Guide Unlock the Vault. Ready for a new storyteller challenge? This photog. Load More Follow on Instagram. Sign in. Remember me.
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