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Trip to Yang Ming Shan -- 23 November 2000Here's where it gets unbelievable: Yang Ming Shan is pronounced almost exactly like "Yang Ming Shan." You should pronounce the Yang like the short-o rather than short-a. Otherwise, use your English skills and do it.The point of this day's journey was to go back to the hills of yesterday (22 November 2000). However, at the last minute, we changed our minds and decided to come here.
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Incidentally, I've never photographed a Taiwanese girl in front of a waterfall before, either. This is a serious matter. Ignore the large mosquito bite on my right temple. That's a leftover from the Journey Into the Hills(tm) from yesterday. I didn't mention the mosquitos. No matter. There are a few. Nature is as nature does. Fear not. My obsession over this waterfall is about over. No, really. The obsession is almost over. Moving on. I tries to get the exposure right so you could see the tiny misting water droplets coming down in the sun. It really looked cool when I was there. I think I got some videotape of it. Maybe y'all will get to see that later. For now, just look at the cool red-pillored thing. Fenny. Cool red-pillored thing. Life. It is a trip with a couple, after all. At first, Fenny didn't understand the seriousness of our journey... But then she sobered up, and we were able to meditate carefully and solemnly. Errr. Or so I thought. Alright, enough with the sobriety. Let's get crazy. In theory, we were wearing hiking gear. But the damp moss and the misty rain coming down made just about everything slicker than snot. I swear I almost fell on the ground with my $2,000 worth of audio-visual electronic gear about eight times. I have one of those times on video. All sliding down this walkway. MPEG2 will allow everyone to revel in my misery. Until then, deal with the still photos. I am at one with nature. The mosquitos are recycling my blood into the soil. Trust me on this one. A couple of posed photos, and we'll be on our way! Dogs tend to do less posing, but you can still get some good photos of them. All ye photography buffs, please ignore the horrible shadow in the lower-right of the second picture. It isn't really there. Mr. Yang Ming himself, hangin' out with his Shan. Shan means 'mountain' -- so it's hardly surprising when on Yang Ming Shan, to find statues of the dude Yang Ming. Funny thing is, Fenny was reading this, and she says: "Oh, that's Yang Ming. Wait a minute, maybe that's why they call this Yang Ming Shan." Having been here once before, I knew this trivia already. But it made me laugh that a Taiwan citizen didn't know this. I guess I'll get my turn when we're on some obscure street in San Francisco, and I say something like: "Green Street. Mr. Green's Restaurant. Oh, look, there's a statue of Mr. Green. Waait a minute..." and Fenny laughs at me. Fenny. Me. Mr. Yang Ming. Life is good. Nature photos. Fenny photos. I especially like that last one. Uhmmm. No comment. Here. Look at the park. Look at the pretty pictures. This is one of those times when the pictures actually look better than the real thing. Framing is everything. Coool staircase thingy. More cool pictures. The bird THAH BIRD! THAH BIRD IS THAH WORD! THE WORD THE WORD, THE BIRD IS THAH WORD! I had happily forgotten that song until I watched Full Metal Jacket all the way through, and they played that damned song. I hate that song. Really, I do. Now, when I see innocent pictures of birds, or even if I see a bird in the wilderness, I start babbling: "The bird bird bird, the bird is the word!" and the passersby, most of whom in Taiwan have never heard that song, look at me with a bit of fear. No matter. I'm mostly harmless. Here, you can tell how harmless I am. Not more than 24 hours after these photos, I had my hair cut, so the shagginess has been lost. Someone diverted the stream across these steps. These are the final pictures. Nothing special, I guess. We're going home. -- |
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