The only time I’ve been to Taiwan was January 1985. I had a great time. I would not have made a special trip to go, but the ticket I bought in Hong Kong to get me back to Japan had an optional stop in Taipei, so I took advantage of it. It turned out to be a wonderful experience.
The weather was decent; not too hot, a little wet, but not oppressively so.
I will never forget the Taroko gorge; that was a highlight of the trip. It was very romantic – swirling fog and a traditional pagoda on a hillside. After hiking through the area, I found out that there was a hot springs down in the gorge. I took a trail that included a rope bridge like the kinds you see in movies like Raiders of the Lost Ark. I then did a skinny dip in the springs.
Since I had just come from the PRC, and relations between the two countries were pretty closed, I had lots of young people asking me questions about life in China. I appreciated their interest.
It was really easy for me to get around. The young people spoke the best English in East Asia; the old people spoke my next best language, Japanese. I went to a speciality tea shop which was run by an elderly gentleman, and I could tell he was most amused that this young American woman did the entire transaction with him in Japanese. But the train station ticket seller, I could tell, was rather disgruntled about having to use the language of the conquerers.
At that time, Taiwan was the most economically developed place I had visited in Asia, other than Japan. This made my life relatively luxurious, which I appreciated. There is something to be said for hot baths, clean sheets, and reliable transportation, as a traveler!