Trip to hualien, part 2

So, this didn't come within "the week". It came not within a week, either. But it was close.

As I was about to say, and then got sidetracked for better than a week, I planned to leave for Hualien on that Thursday morning.

Wednesday night, I was goofing around. I had not done laundry or packed. This is typical. While I was wasting time, 家寧 called (Jianing, in case you've forgotten the characters).

We talk every night, so that wasn't surprising. What was a bit unexpected, though, is that she said on Thursday that her sister was going "mountain-climbing". Actually, that wasn't surprising, either. Nor was the fact that she was going with her ex-boyfriend. Nor the fact that her gay roommate and his boyfriend were coming as well.... I should probably tell you, 家寧's sister, Jessy, broke up with her boyfriend (or did he break up with her? I think so, but it's very unclear) because of this gay roommate. Her boyfriend believed, and still does, apparently, that this gay guy is not gay at all, and so he broke up with Jessy. They've not been dating for a while, but they still hang out, and he still stops by their house. So Jessy thought maybe if her ex-boyfriend saw her roommate with his boyfriend then maybe her ex would figure things out.
家寧 and I believe he's just playing dumb as some sort of control game. Or something.
Enough of other people's business, though.
What was surprising was that, though 家寧 herself had helped me buy tickets and pick a time to go, she was now asking if I'd like to go mountain climbing with her and this group, instead.
Of course I said yes.

We met early the next morning; early enough to go to the train station and change my ticket. After that, we made our way to the park, and got there around 9 or so. The gay guy and his boyfriend didn't show up. I forget why. So it was 家寧, myself, Jessy, and her ex.
Oh, and like I just said, we met at a park. Not a mountain. We did not go mountain climbing.
There was a good-sized hill, though, next to this park, and we did walk up that. It was steep, and it was pretty. And at the top, there were old people.

Something I need to explain about Taiwan: the old people here have often led difficult lives, have nothing much to do, and nowhere really to go, and I think it's made them all a bit nuts.
So there're a bunch of old people in odd places, trying to stay busy. Generally, they do Taichi (太極拳), except most of them don't appear to know Taichi. They haphazardly flap their limbs and/or hop. It's almost funny, except for the serious and precise manner in which they carry out their 'exercise'. They've perfected the "old people stare", which they level at any who dare watch, as if to say, "I am old. I have earned the right to do whatever the hell I want. You will not only respect that, you will admire it. Then you will thank me. Maybe, if you are able to stop being worthless for more than a few minutes, you might live as long as me and also have this right. But I will be dead long, long, long before that happens, and honestly, you can't do shit to me after I'm dead." And they will glower at you, pointedly, for so long as you are there, while never missing one of their inexplicably irregular but precise flapping motions.

The top of the hill was covered by a small congregation of old people doing the old people thing. They sometimes enjoy seeing young couples but more often do not. And the old men especially dislike seeing a young couple consisting of one foreign guy and anyone/anything else. We attracted some attention.

The day was warm, the air was clear, the lake was cool and still, and the wind blew gently.

But nothing much happened. We all sat separately at the top for an hour or two, talked, and then made our way down. The ex didn't seem to want anything to do with anyone besides Jessy. We originally were going to eat lunch together, but then this guy decided he wouldn't come with us. And Jessy said she had to meet with the gay guy's mother (she used to think Jessy was going to be her future daughter-in-law - they got close over time, and still are on good terms). It wasn't until later that I learned the ex didn't like "pda"s (public displays of affection, if you didn't recently attend high school in America). We had shown our extreme passions by - I hope I will not offend my more sensitive readers - holding hands. He found that inappropriate.

Anyway, 家寧 said she knew of this restaurant nearby that was good, so we went, and indeed it was. It had Thai food. While we were there, she broke out the Valentine's chocolate I'd bought for her, and she insisted that we had to share it, because she couldn't afford to eat it all herself. I did my best to persuade her otherwise, but I lost. It looked like good chocolate, so losing was a winning proposition.
And it was.

The day was shaping up to be a pretty good one.

Afterwards, 家寧 said there was an orange grove nearby, where we could pick as many oranges as we liked and eat them on the spot. If you want to bring any home, though, you have to pay. That sounded nice, and it was a pleasant walk through a rural area. Through - and I have been waiting to use this word for years - a dell, alongside a small, swift stream.

A half hour or more of extreme leisure went by. And then, much to everyone's shock, not ten feet in front of us, coming down the path, were her parents.