Lily has come to visit! Of course the tour starts in Nanputuo temple.
And here is a picture of us together on the oceanfront by a rock!
Cling! Lily is a cutiepie.
Jimei University's swimming pool is saltwater, right next to the bay.
Floating spheres for hire.
I believe you get inside, they pump it up with air, and you roll around on top of the water.
Boats against the sea wall at low tide. I'm not sure if this is still on campus.
Closer to see the protective boat eyes.
Close enough to see the texture of paint peeling and nails rusting.
A salty basaltic vignette with a liberal sprinkling of crunchy calcium bicarbonate croutons.
The entrance gate to a place called Ao Yuan Chun Hui. As I read over my ticket, it looks like
something happened here on Oct 21 1874, something else ocurred in 1913, and more things happened
on Aug 12 1961 and Mar 11 1990! This must be some sort of /Place/ where things /Happened!/
It's no wonder it's such a happening place.
Sunlit flags on a gazebo in a happening place in Jimei with Lily in the afternoon.
Cords and cornices.
Looking out towards the Jimei bay, there is an oleander bush in the background. Foreshadowing!
A worm's-eye view of an earlier bird and a sort of... it's just a big phallusy, isn't it?
My what a fine NOSE he has! It's just like the flying dog creature in the Never-Ending Story.
And what fine EARS he has, the dear poppet! Can we keeeeep him?
Composition with corners, columns and... wait, is that a big /shaft/?
Is there an elevator running up and down that thing? Couldn't be.
Pretty yes, but try not to confuse it with bay leaves (how on earth?!) because it is poisonous.
A note to the French: here's a handy rule of thumb!
If it's a bay leaf, it will have the fragrance of... a bay leaf, and will be good to flavour your stew.
If it's oleander, it /WILL/ kill your entire army and you'll lose the battle by default. Just saying.
A man, a plan, a crazy-cool tree: eertloocyzar canal... uh, no.
An... a Man... a Phamhunham... hub-hub... buh-BUH-mahnuhmah: Panamana
Ahem... moving on, we see things from a different perspective.
Layers of Chinese mototaxis. No se parecen mototaxis como los que conozco.
Have no fear for cumbustive energy,
none but the driver can start the motor!
Oh how long will they leave us idling,
while we stand aside and wait?
We forward in this mototaxi, triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing, this song of mototaxis?
Cuz all I ever cabbed-- Rasta motortaxi,