Right on the coast in Taitung, Donghai Wetland was so close to where I was staying that I headed over the highway while almost gale force winds roared in off the Pacific Ocean. Waves crashed on to the pebbly beach by this small marshy region.
I headed towards the shoreline and felt saddened by the amount of garbage. Empty cigarette packets, plastic bottles and cups, and even an old basket ball. I turned my attention to the small wetland, but there was no safe path to bike, and it was almost as if the wind was pushing me to leave. There wasn’t much to see anyway.