The Kindness of Strangers in Nanzhuang, Taiwan
August 24th, 2020
In typical fashion, we ventured to Nanzhuang with no plan and no place to stay. The internet hadn’t been of much help to us anyway since the websites of most guesthouses in rural Taiwan were in Chinese. Not a problem! We were confident we could figure out everything when we arrived.
Nanzhuang straddles a wide river, with a cute old village on one side and a leafy residential neighborhood on the other. The Kangjidiao suspension bridge connects the two areas and offers a pretty view up river into the mountains. Nanzhuang is known for its old street, Osmanthus Alley, and the local wine made from osmanthus flowers.
We walked around Nanzhuang and stopped at a little coffee shop to take a break, search our guidebook and find a room for the night. While sipping our coffee, a local woman named Lily overheard us as we called a guesthouse and worked out the logistics of getting to its location at the top of a mountain nearby. The owner had offered to come pick us up after dinner — just give him a call. After the call, Lily introduced herself and informed us that we might not want to stay there … the road was steep, the guesthouse owner was too old to be driving that road and the journey was long. Too dangerous, she warned us!
These are the forks in the road that come with traveling in foreign countries. Should we trust her? Should we cancel? Always go with your gut. Lily seemed to know what she was talking about. She also knew a local family with a guesthouse just across the bridge, so she called and booked us a room. We thanked her for her help and in the process of talking about where we had been in Taiwan and where we were going, she invited us to a party happening that night for the 10-year anniversary of the guesthouse. We would be there anyway, so why not?
We put on our backpacks and walked across the bridge to the guesthouse on the other side. The Li Jing Guan Coffee Homestay was everything we had hoped for – clean and cute with lush trees and flowers throughout the site.
The party that night was a blast. We met more locals, including the mayor of Nanzhuang, and ate all kinds of food we had never tried before including a thick chicken soup with a whole chicken floating in the pot.
The next day we met more of Lily’s friends and family members and felt as though we’d been adopted by the whole bunch. Lily and her husband, Mr. Chen, offered to show us a few sites around the outskirts of Nanzhuang including Shitoushan Quanhua Temple. They picked us up in their car and took us for a tour.
Shitoushan Quanhua Temple sits on the hillside to the north of Nanzhuang, looking out over the valley where the Dadong river heads west toward Zhunan township. The temple was built in 1898 on holy ground from long ago. A stone path leads to an open terrace where the temple sits with carved columns, a tiled roof and elaborately designed dragons and deities at every pinnacle.
We would have visited Shitoushan Quanhua Temple on our own but the local knowledge, hospitality and free ride shared by Lily and Mr. Chen was a gift – the kind of gift that often results from not having a plan, at least in our experience. Not having a plan leaves room for improvisation, change, chance and just saying yes.
We later met Lily, Mr. Chen and their son for dinner in Taipei before we departed Taiwan. Their hospitality is one of our fondest memories of Taiwan and a reminder that life is always richer when we welcome, invite and share.
More tomorrow,
Kelly
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Mind-bowing!
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Ah, thank you blessedreams!!
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You are most welcome!
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A lovely story and a valuable life lesson. Thanks.
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Thanks, Lookoom! 🙂
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Wow, nice story & pics! 🌞
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Thank you, Lisa!
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This filled my heart!
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Ah, thanks Wenda! Miss you! xo
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What a wonderful story. Memories like this are what travel to distant lands is all about. It’s about people and not just places that enrich all of our lives. Thanks Kelly 💕
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Thank you, Andrew. You’ve summed it up perfectly and it’s what we’re all missing so much about travel right now — those human connections. Thanks again!
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I love this story! You followed your instincts and that rewarded you with such a unique experience that probably could never have been planned to such perfection! Improvisation wins the day!
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Yes! Improvisation! A hugely underrated element of travel. Over-planning leaves no room for it. Thanks, Mom!
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Shows how normal people can be brand ambassadors for their countries, hats off to Lily and her likes.
I never saw a whole chicken in a soup :-). Lovely pictures, and are those incense sticks in the last picture? They look to be super large.
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YES, all credit to Lily for introducing herself and being the angel of our visit. Locals always have the best tips. Yeah, the chicken soup was quite a surprise! After I stirred it, J and I looked at each other wide-eyed, in silence, as the head floated to the surface and the whole thing spun around, LOL! It was such a funny moment. 🙂 The incense sticks were huge, yes! And I’m still wondering what the little orange slices/objects are next to them…? No idea. Thanks for your comment, Deb!
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That soup stirring moment, reminded me of a scene from Indiana Jones and the Temple of doom 😀
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Oh, I should know which scene (but I don’t)! I’ll ask my hub. 🙂
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My apologies, but “Indiana Jones Dinner of doom” on YouTube would get you the scene in the top two views. But a very accurate depiction, but nevertheless …
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Just watched! Eeeeek! Dinner of nightmares!! But YES, the soup was a bit like my own experience, LOL! Thankfully it was just a chicken! 🙂 Thanks for the laughs and blast from the past with the Temple of Doom! It’s been ages.
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Stunning photos! And I know what you mean about trusting someone to take you somewhere in a foreign country. Our lives were literally in the hands of a driver and guide in Morocco, and there were times when I wondered if they would really look out for us. They did. We loved them. And all was good. But there was that little wonder . . .
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Yes, there’s always that voice inside that is important to listen to and usually right. I often wonder if we would be so trusting traveling here in the US. Probably not, which is sad but true. We felt Taiwan was very safe. Thanks for your comment!
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Oh I love stories like this! Don and I have had similar things happen, but this one sounds like such wonderful serendipity. Your photos are fabulous, especially the dragon head! And now I have another place on my list in Taiwan.
Alison
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You would LOVE this little town and temple. I have no doubt that when you go to Taiwan you will come away with similar stories of kindness and interest from the gracious Taiwanese people. Happy weekend! 🙂
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Awesome~
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Thank you!
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I’m slowly catching up on your posts, and this one was a real winner! I love falling into situations like that, but it’s been a long time (even pre-COVID) since we trusted our guts and put ourselves out there to experience come-what-may. This was a great reminder of why I used to love doing it so much!
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Hi! So nice to find you here. Thanks for your thoughts on this post! 🙂 Taiwan was so great for renewing our faith in humanity. We met so many welcoming people and especially loved our time in Nanzhuang. Thanks again, Lex!
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