Note: If you don't like to read, forget about reading this. It's pretty long.
Here is the temp difference.
Tianmu around afternoon and evening: 30 degrees Celsius
Yang Ming Shan at the same time: 22 degrees Celsius
Every 100 meters the temperature goes down 1/2 degrees Celsius. Do the math and figure out how high Yang Ming Shan is compared to Tianmu. Yang Ming Shan, or in Korean, Yang Myung Sahn (양명산)
The really weird thing about this mountain is all the freaky noise. You know cicadas? Well, the cicadas here are like, the sound you here in a horror movie when something strange happens. It's pretty scary at first, but then you get used to it. The mountain was actually a volcano (DUH, it was inactive), and there were a few sulfa-springs. Aka: springs that shoot out a metal that smells like rotten egg. Yuck.
We saw pretty a bunch of signs up there. Signs. Signs are pretty boring sometimes, but they're different from the ones you always see, so I'll tell you about them.
First, there was a sign that said: Do not feed the monkeys, and, they may steal something, which my dad translated. We didn't see ANY monkeys, but whatever. The sign after that was read in English, "Beware of stray dogs" And boy, were there stray dogs! It was FULL of dogs. Different sizes, health, and types. My dad (who was like our info guide O.o) told us that this mountain is where people trash their dogs. Poor dogs. I saw a woman carrying a poodle there.
Well, after that there was a sign that said, "Beware of poisonous snakes and wasps" That was pretty freaky, but we went on the trail. I didn't want to go, because I really don't like wasps (or I'm afraid of them). But my little sister didn't want to go because of the eerie, loud, and annoying cicada noises. We went to watch the sulfa spring again, but went back home after watching for what, 5 minutes?
Anyhow, it was getting dark, so we headed towards our next destination. The Tianmu Mall. It wasn't called that, it was something in Chinese, but you know, I can't read, so leave it to me to make up a name. The place was like a Costco. It wasn't really a mall, but a place to buy everything with elevators and stuff. We bought some food, and an electric fan. Pretty boring, right? Well, shopping there made me realize something depressing.
We were listening to a woman advertising milk, (of course it was in Mandarin), and we bought it anyway, because my mom felt like it. We didn't get to know how good it was for you or anything, we just bought it. We can't communicate together in this place, so what good are we being here? We can't speak ANY Mandarin. I might know how to say Hi and Bye, but it's no use if you're out in a restaurant. That's just a thought.
We went back home, then we went out again and ate pizza, and came back. We is my family, excluding my older sister, who is at Korea. Taiwan is fun, but I wish I could understand what people are saying, because some people think I'm ignoring them when I don't reply.
Well, still, being here is good enough, so I think I'll stop writing.
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