From [email protected]
Dated 31 May 2004
Tinkerbell in
Kenting
Tinkerbell in
Kenting
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The last Friday
morning on the 21 May 2004, I took the day off so we all could have a longer
weekend. Tinkerbell joined us perched
on her traveling basket as we drove down to Kenting, the Southern most tip of
Taiwan.
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After
a week of perfect weather of blue sky with little picturebook white fluffy
clouds, that Friday began with overcast sky and dark thunderclouds stretching
from horizon to horizon courtesy of two typhoons skirting to the East of
Taiwan.
In
Kenting, we tried our luck to stay at the Kenting Youth Center. Some of the best places in Taiwan have the
weirdest and most put-off names. This
is a mid level hotel and a most beautiful place that I tried to stay about 4
times before in the past. It is build
in the form of an ancient Chinese village and almost a time capsule from a few
hundred years ago. You almost can feel swordsman and crouching tigers and
leaping dragons around every corner.
Bookings
need to be made a couple of months ahead.
With
the threat of typhoons and dark clouds, there were cancellations and this time,
we were lucky to get a room there over the weekend.
There are many
sequential shots, culled to fit into the webshot folder.
Tinkerbell in
Kenting
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The
flights of Tinkerbell were much more
difficult than it looked. There were so
much cross winds and gust from a force 5 to force 9.
One
shot in particular was at a cliff edge.
You can see Tink aiming herself at my body below my collarbone before
she made her way up to my shoulder rather than to try to land on my shoulder.
Another
interesting sequence was one where you can see Tink flying to my right before turning upwards and then
turning around to land facing the direction she came from.
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I
think you like the backdrops where the sequence shots were taken, across
courtyards, through moon gates and little streets and lanes in the place that
we stayed.
During
the evening, we walked around in the bustling night market along the streets of
this seaside town. I was wearing my
snake Tshirt with this bright green very real looking green tree boa and
Tinkerbell on my shoulder.
Most people first caught sight of the snake. At least a dozen were spooked and thought the snake was real. To their relief, they then realized it was part of the T shirt and concluded that Tinkerbell was like the snake and unreal. I walked away with their arguments with friends in my ear “ No! That parrot is not real”, ”NO NO NO! that is a real live parrot!”.
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With
warmest regards
Shanlung
Joy
- wife, Tinkerbell - CAG & surrogatee daughter
earlier
emails and photo links on Tink -
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