Ah, I’m back—fresh from Taiwan’s crisp mountain air, still replaying that one big hike I managed to squeeze in before reality dragged me back to my desk. 12 hours later, there I was, back at my work table, zoning out whenever I could... mentally still in the forest.
But this trip? It came with a side of anxiety. The big earthquake in Myanmar last week, the tremor in Tainan while we were en route, the emergency texts from the Taiwan government warning of another possible quake... and then reading about a potential mega-quake looming over Japan? :F My nerves were doing jumping jacks. I tried to soak up every moment of Taiwan, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t counting down the days till I was safely back.
Natural disasters freak me out—especially tsunamis. Like, deep irrational fear level. I swear I must’ve drowned in a past life or something because I’ve been anti-ocean since forever. (Sorry, beaches. It’s not you. It’s reincarnated trauma.)
This time, I explored Kaohsiung, and then hopped over to Tainan, Taipei, and Taichung. I had to scrap my Alishan hike in Chiayi—thanks to quake alerts and sold-out tickets. Fairly disappointed. But I tried to roll with it. Tried to stay cool with the sudden change of plans, the scary headlines, and the not-so-small responsibility of keeping my little sister safe throughout the whole adventure that I insisted on doing :F
But I’m back.
And despite all the scary stuff, the surprising thing is I still love Taiwan—with all the risks, dramas, and tsunami-sized baggage. I might not be traveling there again soon, for a while, but I’ll be back for sure. My mom sent a long text about "don't travel anymoreee in near future" - but is there any convincing thing to say to stop a girl in love.
How was your Raya so far?
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