
Going through the watermelon basket of Taiwan we had to stop at a road stall to munch on sticky juicy watermelon slices.





The foot path is 3.4km long which didn’t sound too bad although we were told that it takes two hours to reach the waterfall. We debated whether we should go and asked some returning tourists whether it was worth our while. We were urged to go as it is a most splendid sight and a wondrous experience. So off we went.
The walk was tiring, especially for the kids whom I had to carry on my shoulders every now and then.
The path zigzagged up the mountain surrounded by the forest that kept sunshine to a minimum which made it easier for the older members of our party. Erosion seemed to be a big problem and was corrected or halted using sand bags and also by erecting barriers to stop people from taking short cuts through the forest.
Not everyone stuck to the path though, as the shortcuts really were shorter even though they were steeper.
Hours later we reached the fall and was greeted by this view.
It is a beautiful waterfall and as the water cascades down it reminds of a veil.
A recent land slide was evident and a yellow plastic ribbon barred a person from going too close, which was ignored by everyone.
A religious ceremony was underway in front of the waterfall and women were kneeling and wailing.
We had to carefully maneuver ourselves in order to take a picture in front of the fall without including the mourners.
Some tourists ignored the railing to get to the water, filling water bottles and praying at the edge of the pool.
The view down the mountain was mostly obscured by the forest but right at the waterfall one could get an indication of how high we actually were. We were starving by the time we got back to the car, but my companions could not find the restaurant. The tea shop only sold tea and instant noodles – at tourist prices. In Taiwan where one can find streets of restaurants, food stalls and 7-11’s at every turn, this was just weird. A longer stay at Wuling Farm in order to really experience the ambience and the hidden treasures would have been worthwhile, but for a one-day trip I would not recommend it.
In one tent four of our male companions played Mahjong. I am not a skilled player and still play too slowly to join the seasoned gents. The temperature dropped to freezing and I slept in jeans and a jacket, and still the sleeping bag was proving inadequate.
Breakfast consisted of congee, a watery rice meal, but for me a traditional Western breakfast of toast and fried egg was made. After breakfast we set off to look at the nearby flower garden and herbal garden. The flowers were all dead and the herbal garden so neglected that it was difficult to distinguish between herb and weed.