June 2015, National Chiao Tung University, Taiwan.
Wondering if travelling is really really worth the pain of leaving dear ones behind.
boarding an airplane.
being lost in the darkness and boredom of overnight flights alone.
I am not taking out my bachelors degree. (Simply because my University doesn’t force me to do it), but I think these past three years are still worth a small celebration. I even stole an outfit last term, and the official photographer, in order to get myself a graduation photo.
Thank you Taiwan for this year
Thank you dear friends for making me laugh with you, and later cry after we said goodbye
Thank you Taiwanese sun for marking me with a nice red painful colour
I will miss you, and we will meet again. God willingly.
It became really hot here in Taiwan now. Summer in a subtropical country with high humidity and eternal sunshine – yaaaayy. Even a short walk from my dorm to the bus stop becomes a small challenge. At times I will glare enviously at the locals who are having umbrellas to shade themselves with. But I have decided that I am not that integrated in the Asian lifestyle for using sun-umbrellas.
At least the sunshine makes Hsinchu quite photogenic. I did not do any edit on these pictures, but the colours are really popping.
My short walk from the bus to University made me feel like I was slowly getting fried. While passing the constructions outside campus some of the high-up workers stopped to wave at me. The entrance of National Chiao Tung University (above), and my beloved library (below).
It was a very unplanned trip, but honestly I didn’t care much. We had a good time together, even though it was dark, rainy and crowded.
What S tried to tell me many times (but I still didn’t understand?) was that it was not that Lantern Festival. So we were apparently there and thinking we celebrated Lantern Festival, even if we got everything wrong. As I said, in despite of everything we still had a very good trip.
After it got dark painted our own Lantern and send it of. I wrote in my best Chinese, S wrote in his best English and the third friend wrote in German.