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CHSS Winter Trip

UHD students in the College of Humanities and Social Sciences traveled to Taipei and Tainan, Taiwan from Dec. 29, 2012 through Jan. 9, 2013. Read about their adventures as they explore night markets, temples, monuments, museums and karaoke bars, writing about it all as they go. Experience their joy as they gather among hundreds of thousands of Taiwanese to welcome in the New Year with fireworks under a full moon in the amazing city of Taipei. Follow them day by day as they travel the country, meeting students from the National University of Tainan, sharing with them and with others the pleasure of cultural exchange.

Jan. 7, 2013

Christian Smallwood – Photo journal - The beautiful village of Wulai The beautiful village of Wulai.
My traveling companion, Leroy, and I were able to view the beautiful waterfalls and lush greenery. It is definitely an amazing, awe-inspiring experience!


Waterfalls of Wulai - photo by Chrisitan Smallwood

Jennifer Bloomingkemper - Pantoum for Wulai
I am so heavy in your arms
Put me on your back with wooden chair
Call out to the grey sky with bohemian rage
For this is the spirit of the Atayal.

Put me on your back with wooden chair
Adore my mountain face, long and broad
For this is the spirit of the Atayal.
Reinvented vigor dance to mountain Wulai

Adore my mountain face, long and broad
Sing of Batal’s mercy and ornament the sacred tree
Reinvented vigor dance to mountain Wulai
Spinning black cape and tattood cheekbone

Sing of Batal’s mercy and ornament the sacred tree
Merge with your ancestors through beheading of foe
Spinning black cape and tattood cheekbone
Warrior drinking blood, vital water of this life

Merge with your ancestors through beheading of foe
From colored feather and cherry blossom; hear the monkey call
Warrior drinking blood, vital water of this life
Beat the basket, weave the grain, call black bear for rain

From colored feather and cherry blossom; hear the monkey call
Open your velvet curtain to reveal the waterfall’s tears
Beat the basket, weave the grain, call black bear for rain

Sacred harvest; Millet wine quench my throats desire

Open your velvet curtain to reveal the waterfall’s tears.
Weave the cloth with my love bearing stitch
Sacred harvest; Millet wine quench my throats desire
Marry me in the circle of kick dance, Gaga memory

Marry me in the circle of kick dance, Gaga memory
Call out to the grey sky with Bohemian rage
Weave the cloth with my love bearing stitch
I am so heavy in your arms.


Wulai


Pafforia Battle – Wulai Sestina
We were amazed by the scenery and how the mountains were sheltered by the fog.
Carefully, we climbed up the slippery hills.

Anticipating the arrival of the hot springs.
We toured and took so many pictures there was nothing left to do.
Sweat rolled down my temples and down the small of my back from the humidity.
I would have felt a lot better if I could just stand under the waterfall.

Oh, what great emotions penetrated my soul by the sounds of the waterfall.
I enjoyed losing myself in the moment as I was captivated by the fog.
It was late afternoon, but the atmosphere was wet like morning dew.
The mist falling from the sky help interrupt the humidity.
Finally we made our way downhill.
We were so anxious, to get to the hot springs.

Now that we are down the hill. Photo collage
We are wondering what to do?
Where is the hot springs?
Still sweating from the high degrees of humidity.

We were assisted by the tour guide who pointed toward the waterfalls.
But her point of directions were faded because of the fog.

Finally, we have arrived to the hot springs.
Finding a spot to get in is the first thing we do.
We are now ready to relax our muscles from walking up and down the hills.
We are ready to immerse ourselves in the residue of the waterfalls.
Unfortunately we couldn’t get away from the humidity.
So we relaxed and enjoyed our view of the birds dancing with the fog.

Meanwhile there was silence in the hot springs.
Eased of climbing hills.
Enjoying the light water sounds flood our ears from the waterfall.
Telepathic communications on the next thing to do.
Because we only had one hour to enjoy the view of the skies and fog.
We enjoyed wetting our faces and feeling the cool breeze despite the humidity.

Our one hour is up and we still haven’t decided the next thing to do.
If only we can avoid climbing more hills. And escape the humidity.
Enlightened by the culture of the hot springs.
We discussed our new experiences skipping through the fog.
On to the bus we go, saying goodbye to the waterfall.



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