Our writer tackled 150 miles in four days, with just two wheels and almost zero Mandarin.
Bloomberg
Date: November 16, 2017
By: Matt Gross
There comes a moment during every great endurance adventure when, no matter how fit
you are, no matter how experienced, a simple, penetrating question arises: Why?
During a 150-mile bike trip up the rugged east coast of Taiwan, there are times when this question becomes my mantra, hummed under my breath like a Zen koan. The four-day journey takes me from rocky beaches to lush mountaintops, from lazy hills to vertical slogs, all in temperatures that, at their predawn lowest, barely dip below 80F.
Taiwan is no one’s first thought when it comes to a cycling trip—more popular are weeklong excursions with stops at five-star resorts in France’s Burgundy wine country or, for real Tour de France fans, ascending Mont Ventoux guided by ex-pro cyclists. And with good reason: Taiwan, about the size of Scotland, is cut off geographically and diplomatically from much of the world, and there’s scant information, at least in English, about where to sleep and what to eat on your adventure.
But over the past 20 years, I’ve visited the island many times, often staying for weeks with my in-laws in the capital of Taipei. (My wife, Jean, grew up there.) Everywhere I’ve been in the country of 23 million people I’ve found not only excellent food and eye-popping scenery but a uniquely friendly population. There’s a chill amiability to interactions, even when I’ve struggled to make myself understood in Mandarin. Life is good, take your time, enjoy the small things—that’s the mood. [FULL STORY]