In the boondocks

And I mean that in a good way. We spent just over 12 hours in Taipei, then hopped on a plane to southern Taiwan to spend a couple of days at Green Island (綠島). The weather is, unfortunately, a sullen grey, more suited to the moors of Yorkshire than to this lush gem of an island that's trying to promote itself as a rustic playground. One can imagine how pretty everything looks when the sun is out --- it's just too bad that seems unlikely to happen while we're here.

It's just past noon and already I've taken a short hike up a local hill, rambled up another for a panoramic view of one of the world's only two seawater hot springs, and snorkelled among enough brightly coloured reef fish to make the word "rainbow" seem woefully inadequate. I wonder what the afternoon has in store.