Took the morning train with Angus and Michelle to TaiDong
where I then rented a scooter to drive up the coast.
Afternoon stop at the Wind Park.
The rock says: A message from the wind, here comes a message from the wind, have you got it?
This huge and hideous hotel has been severely protested. It's right on the beach and is a definite eye-sore.
Traditional clothing.
The dancers dance for hours, from 10 am to late afternoon, in the heat and humidity. A loud chant is sung and replied to endlessly. This wee girl barely left her mother's dress stings.
Modern day umbrellas have replaced traditional spears.
We stayed at The Sea Art Hostel again. It's a slice of paradise.
"Did you see the piano?" Gus asked me once he and Michelle got up the hill.
This fresh water is cool and cleansing.
Just smaller than my hand.
He patiently waited until I had the best shot, said "Toodaloo!"
and grabbed his top hat which was hanging on a nearby fern branch.
Passion in the jungle.
