1-29-13 Tues.
We
just got back from Kaohsiung. We stayed at the Harmony Hotel in the Lingya
District a few blocks from the Love River. We didn’t take any taxis during the
entire trip to or in Kaohsiung. We walked to the Taiwan Railroad ten minutes
from our condo, took the train at Tai-Yuan Station about fifteen minutes to the
New Wu-Rih Station (18NT; 62 cents us) to get the HSR fifty-eight minutes to
Zuoying Station (720NT; $24.83us) and took the Kaohsiung (30NT; $1.03us) subway
seven stops, about fifteen minutes, to the Central Park station, then walked
fifteen minutes to our hotel. The complete travel time, door to door, was one
hour thirteen minutes, not counting waiting time for trains. Coming home it was
sixteen minutes faster because we had a non-stop HSR train home. The total trip
was 768NT ($26.48us) per person, each way, 284 kilometers (176 miles) about the
distance from New York City to Baltimore or Albany. It is much faster,
inexpensive, and more comfortable. Of course, the high speed rail goes 135mph.
The new hotel was 1,680NT ($58us) a night with free complete breakfast.


The
second day there began with a complimentary breakfast in the hotel basement. We
had scrambled eggs, bacon wrapped hot dogs, toast, fresh coffee and orangeade.
We then walked back to the subway to take the longer of two new routes to the
end of the line, passed the beautiful steel snake-shaped World Games Stadium to
the Ciaotou Sugar Refinery.

Built in 1901 and closed recently, the Ciaotou
Sugar Refinery was one of thirty-four sugar refineries in Taiwan bombed by the
United States to stop the Japanese production of the main Taiwan export, sugar,
and the sugar alcohol used to replace petroleum for their war machine. The
slave labor of colonial Japan became the wage slaves of the KMT and the
friendly fascist American friends exploited the resources, and polluted the
landscape with belching stinking fumes of the refinery. We walked the grounds
with workshops and the sugarcane railroad tracks and engines, mansions of
management and the behemoth factory itself, now abandoned, in disrepair even to
tourists. The dozen remaining bomb shelters were there to protect the Japanese
exploiters and their families, not the laborers, thousands who died by
machinery, bombing raids, or heart and pestilence in the baking plantation. The
KMT didn’t lose a beat, appropriating the grounds for their own luxury and
exploiting the Taiwanese whose land they redistributed to their own new Chinese
oppressors. Leona and I spent the day there, a good six hours, before we hopped
back on the beautiful new subway train for the ride back to Central Park and
our hotel. We stopped in to a noodle place across the street for a snack and
then rested up before the evening fun.
The
evening started out walking ten minutes from the hotel past the Hanshin
Department Store up a bohemian side street of coffee shops and boutiques mixed
with mundane motorcycle repair shops and such to New Jyuejiang Shopping Area.
It’s the area where teenagers go to alleyways with fashionable vendors, food
and entertainment. That’s where Leona and I got some gifts for Simone and
Renna, including a traditional red Manchu New Year jacket for Honey, the dog.
We strolled around until we were tired and then walked a few blocks to T.G.I.
Friday’s for a taste of home at an American food franchise. Every once in a
while, we feel like having a hamburger or a mixed alcoholic drink , and this
was one of those rare occasions for us in Taiwan. We had nachos cheese, Jack
Daniels sauce-drenched pork ribs and mushroom pasta bow ties in cream sauce. I
topped it off with a bottle of Taiwan beer. The restaurant is on a wide
intersection overlooking the L.E.D. lit fronts of TALEES Department Store and
Star Place. It was hard to believe we were in Taiwan with the wide boulevards
and sidewalks with no traffic at all! Kaohsiung is different like that in
Taiwan. If not for the worst air pollution and hottest heat on the island, we
would be moving down here. We walked the few uncluttered streets back to our
hotel room for the night.

And
that was the end of our wonderful visit to Kaohsiung. The city takes as long to
get to as a trip from Brooklyn to Flushing by subway. We’ll be back before
long.