I had just come from the kind of place where you do not look under the sink and you do sleep on top of the bed covers, and now three men were screaming into our head lights; even if this wasn’t the end of the road it looked like the car was going no further. I can hear the low growl of a dog and as the passenger door is flung open, just a thin strap of leather keeps the snarling beast from puncturing my skin. This is Taiwan and I am out of my comfort zone.
I can smell Kenting before I can see it. Our tyres have been rolling for about 5 hours and I’m hoping my hostel can shut out the smell. My plan was to go straight to sleep and get up at the crack of dawn before the crowds begin to swell, but Kenting is having a party and everyone’s invited (including the stray dogs — that’s right, our four-legged friends are everywhere in Taiwan).