The t-shirt sticks to my back. Too impatient to figure out the correct bus route, I have started walking up a hill outside of Hscinchu in 35 degree heat. Only a very stubborn (or more accurately: foolish) scandinavian would think to do so.
So how do I find myself here? Even the Taiwanese girl working at the hostel where I stay in Taipei gasps "WHY HSCINCHU?" when I reveal my travel plans.Read More