Oh, what a fun morning solo ride. Wasn't sure where I wanted to go, so the newly tubed road bike led me to the bike path, over the bridge, then right toward Daijia Wharf. I just missed the end of a fun run, which was good, because there were tons of people, but not like there would have been in the middle of the run.
Got onto the smooth part of the path and over at the wharf they were setting up rental bikes and very colorful canoes. Got off to watch for awhile, realized nothing was going to happen for an hour, so I rode on. When I came back, there was just 20 minutes to wait, so I hung around. Took some pictures, chatted with a young family whose kids had not been afraid to say hello to a foreigner. Finally, the loudspeaker announced it was time for the festivities to begin. Well, I guess that's what it said.
Probably 20 people were instructed in how to use the paddles, outfitted with life vests, and proceeded to get into their canoes and paddle off down the river. Fun to watch. (especially the Fire Department guys)
2 comments:
You are so brave to ride in a country which has a language un-learnable to most of us?!
I love seeing your pictures, never having been out of the states.
It's truly amazing how many people here speak English, or enough to get by. They are much better at English than I am at Mandarin. It's a pretty easy country to live in...I feel much safer here than I ever did living in Phoenix or Las Vegas. Now Nebraska is another story, as I feel extremely safe there.
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