We’re supposed to go to Yang Ming Shan on the second day for uhm, “flower-watching”.
We did go, though it was after some frightening bus experience. We had to take a bus to go up and down the mountain. The bus was so freaking mini, we had to stand and hold so tightly to the bars. The road was wobblier than jello and the entire bus was shaking like SHAKIRA’S BACKSIDE! When we finally got down from the bus, our stomaches were turned upside down like a glass of ice-shaken milo. read more