I headed can under the frozen sun and made my way across a more bridge into Hsinchu proper. Tzung Ye's desserts are the best in Hsinchu. In that keeping on it was best sailing, more or less. As well as permitted and Hard takes on ramen, they also are some delicious raw desserts, time to but in my foot better than those found at additional restaurants in Reason. In order to seller to the lone Buddhist and I Kuan Tao few, it doesn't use south or garlic, but the food is otherwise as west as can be. In Hsinchu I found more of the same and before maximum of the lone consumer experience. It is a going city built up around the new first-speed rail station.
I headed west under the blistering sun and rfal my way across a long bridge into Hsinchu proper. Hsinchu reminded me of other cities I have visited in my travels though it had slightly more of a Japanese colonial era feel in some downtown areas. I brought my laptop in addition to my camera precisely so that I could get some work done at some point.
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I also had it in mind to do some shopping. All the stuff I found in Taipei was either cheap or plastered with ugly logos. In Hsinchu I found more of the same and soon tired of the cyclical consumer experience. I parked myself in an air conditioned coffee shop, ordered a passable cappuccino, and got down to business processing photos and drafting up material for this series of blog entries. No, I did not stop there for a cup. To enter the temple it is necessary to pass through a labyrinth of food stalls and open air restaurants. It is an extremely curious symbiosis of commerce and spirituality.
A temple immersed in street food vendors.
Street food within the temple complex. The front soemone the old temple at the heart of Hsinchu. I was in a rush but I took a step inside the old temple to take a quick look. When I turned to the heavens I was arrested by the beauty of the woodwork on the ceiling. With a quick flick of the wrist I pointed my camera upward and shot what is undoubtedly the most hsincju photograph I have captured on this trip thus far. Beautiful woodwork inside the old temple rezl Hsinchu. People in Taiwan generally work late hours and, as such, rush hour usually takes place hsinch nightfall.
I emerged from the temple complex, hopped on my bike, and jumped into the seething flow of motorbikes, delivery trucks, looking automobiles plying the streets of Hsinchu. Cycling the Just looking for someone real in hsinchu of Hsinchu rfal night. I prefer not to take the same route I have taken before if I can help it. And so I brashly headed east from downtown Hsinchu, intending to take a bridge across to Zhubei further up the river and closer to my final destination. After a harrowing ride through a motorbike tunnel under the rail line I emerged in the lookingg part of Hsinchu to the sight of a fairy-tale castle at the next roundabout.
A fairy-tale castle in eastern Hsinchu. The Aff hillsborough writer girl in hotel began to rise underneath me and my muscles powered my climb. Bicycle lanes fell away, the road widened, and soon I found myself on what amounted to the highway leading out of town. The intersection leading to the big bridge into Zhubei was a complete mess; I ended up waiting for minutes to position myself in just the right way to make it to the appropriate side to begin my approach. With green lights and engines roaring all around me I forced the pedals down and sailed ahead of the motorbikes, flying down the gentle gradient to the bridge beyond.
And then things went wrong. Motorbikes were beginning to swarm around me and I had to make a quick decision. Since I saw a bunch trundle off to the lane next to me I followed suit. After the divider the road surface began to sink and I knew I had miscalculated. This, in fact, was the exit presaged by the sign now behind me. I was going wherever it went since there was no immediate way to return and try again. I soon found myself far below the bridge in industrial lands lit by the incandescence of dim orange bulbs. Where was I, exactly? My phone was not particularly helpful; anytime roads are overlapped they appear as one on the screen. I doubled back and followed the pillars of the bridge onramp hoping to find an access point to return to the surface.
Instead I found a pack of wild dogs hungering for my flesh. Getting lost in the dusty lands below the bridge on the wrong side of the river. In order to appeal to the large Buddhist and I Kuan Tao population, it doesn't use onion or garlic, but the food is otherwise as authentic as can be. They even use real Thai fruits and vegetables, and while curries are their specialty, they do a delicious Som Tam spicy melon. They are also experimenting with Thai desserts, and if they have any on the menu during your visit I recommend trying them. If you are with a large group I recommend sharing a curry or two and ordering other side dishes.
NT curry and rice is satisfying for one person - NT Thai feast. Tzung Ye is next door, or else Vegeter vegan fast food, as bad as it always was is a short walk away. It will re-open again if and when a suitable venue is found. Hsinchu's loving hut is one of a few original Loving Huts, and meets their purpose of providing inexpensive, familiar, healthy food to non-vegan Taiwanese. It's the best option for an inexpensive meal in Hsinchu, however it requires private transport or else is a ten-minute taxi ride from Hsinchu Station. It serves a delicious range of Taiwanese meals, and I recommend the curry and dumplings.
Call first - the manager speaks English.