We arrived in Kenting, Taiwan’s beach heaven. Kenting Village is set in this large national park and the town is pretty cute, though at the moment absolutely packed with high schoolers on school trips. We’ve been eating nothing but Thai food, but that wasn’t our choice necessarily–every other restaurant is a Thai restaurant (that plays reggae music, naturally.) Every Asian beach town I’ve been in is little Thailand.
We arrived in Kenting without a hotel booked, the first time I’ve ever done that (I’m too anal-retentive.) We followed a group of young college guys off the bus to their hotel and then negotiated the price down 25% and landed ourselves a pretty awesome room. Definitely nicer than anything I was expecting in an overpriced resort area. However, our good mood quickly faded when we found out none of the thousands of motor-scooter places would rent to anyone without a Taiwanese driver’s license. Back at the hotel, we tried to talk to the staff about how we could get around, when one of the boy’s who followed said, “We are going there tomorrow, would you like to come?”
Turns out they had rented a van and a driver and two more people would have knocked the price down, so now I’ve done another “backpacker” thing I’ve never done–attatched myself to a random group of people. =P
