We took bus #9 through the winding mountain road to a stop called zhu zi hu, the lake of bamboo. This is a place well-known for hai yu farms, sea taro in Chinese, which is how Taiwanese call the calla lilies.
The weather in the mountains was unpredictable. It was cloudy when we boarded the bus. By the time we got there, it was windy, raining, as chilly as in winter. Even the pot of piping hot soup we had in the local restaurant couldn’t keep us from shivering.
The stone path was wet and slippery. The umbrella was useless in the wind. The spotty patches of lilies in front of the restaurant were really unimpressive. The boys were discouraged.
Then, there they are, stretching out in the valley, white and green, ever so beautiful. I didn’t know they grow in swamp-like soils. They are too white and too clean to be associated with mud!
The farm we visited was smaller than I hoped for – Oh, how nice it would be if it covered an entire valley! The bus driver said there are green kinds that are more fragrant, or red ones that are rare. But it was too wet to venture out further. It was enough of a visual feast just to see these white ones in the mist.