Another Side of
Hualian
Slipping over rapids, our boat
swirled past rocks. The river divided the horizon. Clouds draped mist over
forested hills…
Ruisui calms you
the moment you leave its two platform train station. A tiny town in Hualian
county, its’ one storey buildings only take a portion of the sky. There are
bicycle and scooter rentals, a tourist information centre, hotels , homestays,
noodle restaurants and a 7-11.
There’s plenty of accommodation in
Ruisui. We found our place just two minutes from the station.
‘Hey, look at this,’ shouted the boss. A smiling woman with permed hair,
she showed us a stag beetle in a blue basket. ‘You can buy him for one hundred
Taiwan Dollars,’ she announced. ‘Before I would have said fifty dollars, but
he’s grown.’
Three singing children jangled keys before as they led us from
reception. The rooms were cleaner than you’d expect, for a hotel that shows its
customers insects. Just as I thought she
was about to produce more invertebrates, our host pulled out a map of the
river, and helped us plan the rafting trip.
At 9am the next morning, we were sitting in lifejackets by a pebbly
riverside. Misty air blew between the hills.
‘Don’t hold the paddle like this,’ yelled the straight-backed lifeguard
captain. He held both hands together at the top of the handle. ‘Or like this,’
he boomed, grabbing the paddle by its’ …paddle.
On the river’s slow stretches, the day became an organized water fight.
Each boat had artillery of two plastic pails. Paddles, hands, and even shoes
were also used as hydro-projectiles.
‘Aaarrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!,’ shouted our most determined
adversary. ‘Arrrrrrgghhhh, you are
going to die.’ His team mixed aggression with cunning.
‘Could you lend us a water pail, ours is lost.’
As I said no, loaded water pails unleashed from hidden corners. Across
the water, a rafter let go of her pail accidentally. The pail flew into her
enemies boat. Cheers laughed against the rocks.
In the evening we rented bicycles from the shop by Ruisui train station.
We rode for five minutes , and were surrounded by the chatter of insects, the
tweeting of birds, the dipping and buzzing of bees accompanied by silent winged
butterflies. Pineapples presented themselves in cactus-like fields, betel trees
were thin palms on the horizon, mountains stood crowned by clouds.
We breathed in air that tasted of the plants around us, pineapples in
the ground, pomelo and jackfruit in the trees, tea in the hills, and the sun
itself, invisible yet delicious in the air.
Rain drizzled the next afternoon. A truck of betel nut stood downstairs
in our hotel. On the way out of town, we cycled past a betel nut factory. Kids
ran around while workers peeled the nut from its’ green shell.
From the Tropic of Cancer, we looked out over the valley. The Tropic of
Cancer marker is a white, straight structure that points to the sky. Every
midsummer, the sun shines directly above the Tropic of Cancer. On June 22, at
noon every year, the structure has no shadow at all.
‘It takes two years to grow a pineapple,’ said the woman in the adjacent
shop. A chicken crowed over the dipping hills. ‘We grow all our pineapples and
tea leaves in the fields behind this house.’
The Saoba Stones are a pineapples’ throw from the Tropic of Cancer. Two
Stonehenge like monoliths, they point directly at the sky. Nobody is sure why.
‘Maybe the people who planted these stones had an early form of
astrology or science,’ Rox said. ‘That’s why the stones are so close to the
Tropic of Cancer.’
‘Maybe they saw that on midsummer’s day, the stones had no shadow,’ I
said.
Rareseed Ranch is just off Route 9, signposted by two cows on a bicycle.
A minute from the main road, hills fill the sky, and small storks hop in the
fields.
It’s a genuine farm with an open café and a pleasant veranda. Two
ostriches entertain visitors. They strut up and down, guarding a field where
cows and storks graze alongside each other.
We bought a set of mantou- Taiwanese milk-bread,
cheesecake, yoghurt and milk, all for 135NT dollars. The sky was blue, but we sat under umbrellas.
A dog sat beside us, we leant back in our chairs, and watched the hills rest as the sun began to fade.
Ruisui is
accessible by train from Taipei. Tickets cost between 450 and 550 NT and take 4
to 6 hours depending on route and train number. A tourist information centre
and a number of hotels are located next to the train station. Many hotels will
help organise a rafting package.