Tainan's Hidden Trek
I walked about five minutes across the busy road and into the back alley behind where I was staying. I came to the elevated running path along the Tainan River. Gone were the angry noises of motorcycle engines; in their place, the quaking gossips of bipedal companions living near the mangrove.
The river's flow seemed steady and calm, as if the landscape had frozen in protest against its busy neighbor next door.
