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It was just that we really, really wanted to do our own thing, and we were almost ready…
I had wanted to write more about the hike up Snow Mountain I completed with a group in December. My first post, about life at the top, can be found here. I decided to format it as a letter to my friend Taiwan, to mix things up a bit. First, here are a few quick facts about the trail:
Taiwan was the first place I’d chosen to largely experience on my own – no full-time travel companion. Previous to this I’d enjoyed a week solo in Costa Rica, after having warmed up to the country the preceding week with friends. I figured then, I was probably ready to take on a year of traveling alone. Right…right?
I’m already nostalgic for Taiwan’s eats. The island boasts cheap, varied and generally delicious options at every corner, and often times haphazardly crammed in between the corners, too. Many outfits have a niche, one or two things that they do really well. There’s the famous green onion pancake place that can run out in an hour, or the hole in the wall you have to go to to get the yummiest bowl of noodle soup. If in doubt, just find the longest line and hope that you don’t get hangry while you wait. You won’t be disappointed.