Pitch black night surround me as gusts of wind tried blowing me off the scooter. I had never ridden one before. Whipping around corners up the mountain sides with the cliffs overlooking the invisible, but loud ocean. Pulling over, looking up into the sky, I have never seen stars so clear. Loud wind roaring in the night was still peaceful on that mountain top in Kenting.
What a colorful place. On this small island nation sitting between the behemoth of mainland China and the far-spread islands of the Philippines, sits a gem of a destination. Underrated and untouched by many Western tourists, Kenting lends itself to a trip that makes people say, “Where?” when you mention it. The beaches are like a quiet Thailand, still beautiful, clean, pristine, but unpopulated as if no one knows they’re there.
It is a small town with locals where families continue to live for generations. I stayed in the upstairs of a local home with a window opening onto the endless stretch of the South China Sea. The sunset in Kenting is absolutely one of the most beautiful I have seen in my life. In this quiet town, sitting on concrete wave-breaks, everyone nonchalantly goes through there routine as that golden disc settles in the sky shooting its beams through the clouds and across the waves painting the sky everything from blood orange to baby blue. I fell asleep with the sound of the ocean lapping at the fishing boats in the dock.
In the daytime, the cliffs are truly breathtaking. Their steep inclines starkly transition between grassy tops to sandy beaches with the aqua blue water lapping at their base. Goats, perch atop in groups making their goat sounds to each other staring blankly into the distance or cautiously side-eying tourists that approach.
There were no hotels or street signs where I stayed. Only local knowledge guided the way down the steep winding passages through this quiet fishing town. A secluded slice of natural beauty insulated from the bustling metropolis of Taipei.
Never Staying Still