July 8

Wednesday at the conference is sports day. During the other days they have various team-building activities and workshops, but midweek they put all that aside and have a series of sporting competitions (we saw sprints and 3-on-3 basketball). When we woke up it was already overwhelmingly hot and muggy... I was very glad not to be participating (although, for the record, I would have totally came in last at every event).

We stayed around the campus for the morning, taking some time to mingle with the students. The conference was at what appeared to be a private school campus. The buildings were quite old, but they had everything we needed: dorms, auditoriums, a track, and basketball courts. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of the campus; for all the video and pictures we took it seemed like there was so much more that we missed.

After a morning of mixing it up with the students we headed out to lunch where I ate some of the worst food during the trip (no offense to the lovely people of Taiwan:). I tried pigs ear (which had a light bacon flavor) and this is me trying stinky tofu:

It doesn't do it justice to see it in video form. Stinky tofu is called "Stinky Tofu" for one reason... it reeks!!! It's tofu fried in some devilish blend of spices and ingredients which combine to create a super nasty blend (similar to how your powers combine to create Captain Planet, only instead of enviro-powers he makes stuff smell and taste horrible). I barely got it down.

After narrowly surviving lunch we headed into the mountain county. The country of Taiwan is an island (duh) where the urban, metropolitan population lives along the flat coastlands. The center of the island is comprised of a ridge of mountains that divides the country north to south. The mountain range is beautifully covered by dense jungle forests like a living emerald canopy; fog would hang down like a fantasy landscape painting or digital dream. The mountains are where the native peoples of Taiwan live in tribal villages.

On our van ride we stopped along the way at a small village where we picked up about 20 boxes of fresh mangos. Pastor Matthew then sells those mangos to vendors in the city and passes the money back to the villagers. Microeconomics at work!

To reach the villages in the mountains it becomes necessary to leave the highways and drive up and down the local roads. That was an adventure! The roads are an endlessly labyrinthine trail that weaves through the volcanic hills; two lane roads barely wide enough to be labeled as two lanes. On one side, cliffs and bluffs that fall hundreds of feet; on the other side...well, a feature that we affectionately called the "ditch of death". Instead of a right hand shoulder, like we have on our roads, there was a 3 feet deep, 1.5 feet wide concrete walled trench. I assumed it was designed to carry the runoff which sweeps down the mountains, but all we could see was a hole that was seemingly designed to be the exact size to swallow a truck tire. our van tires. It was a frightening ride on more than one occasion.

That night we visited Tuban, a native Rukai village. My dad preached a fantastic sermon for the people there. It was funny having Dad preach in english, and then having Pastor Matthew translate into chinese, and then the pastor of the tribal church would translate the chinese into the Rukai dialect. Double translation ftw!!

Oh, and the Tuban church served us a native feast, which only means one thing... even crazier food!

I can't remember everything, but there was squid and a strange mushroom things (which I tried). And the number one, strangest thing I tried during the entire trip is featured here:

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Yeah, that's a fish. The whole fish and nothing but the fish. Head, scales, bones and all. It was cooked so it was crispy and crunchy. And I actually thought it wasn't that bad; I even ate another!! Then they told us it's an endangered species. Yummy:)