I had breakfast at 7 a.m. before meeting Mark at 8 a.m.
the work at the docks
We cycled to Pier 2, which used to be used for loading cargo but is now mainly used for art and events. We were both fascinated by the mechanism of the suspension bridge and decided to come back at 3 p.m., when it was scheduled to open.
In the meantime, we sat in front of a temple and watched two police horses very patiently endure people who came way too close and were way too loud.
Mark showed me the university, we took a ferry to Cijin, a fairly touristy place, and first had dessert (since 2015, I’ve been dreaming about the mango sticky rice I had with Mark and Angel somewhere in the south; this time, at least, it was mango ice cream), then lunch before we headed back to the bridge, stopping off at an exhibition along the way.
We arrived at the bridge very early, as we expected a lot of people to see this event. But after a long wait, we learned that the bridge wouldn’t be rotating today due to an event.
That evening, I went to the night market, even though I wasn’t hungry, but it would most likely be my last time there.
Mark and I met up for a chat in Central Park afterward, but I still didn’t arrive at the hotel too late.
