I traveled alone after work one day from Changhua, where I lived, to Taipei by bus. The next morning I caught a train to Hualien, and met a group of people at a hostel who had planned to rent scooters and drive up Taroko Gorge. I was scared to death of the scooter; There’d been an incident the first time I ever drove one about two months prior, where I hit the throttle too hard and rammed into a friend on her scooter, knocking her over in front of the rental agency. A lady at the agency ran over yelling “no, no, no!” and gave us our money back. So, of course, I was nervous, but everyone helped me out to learn and I realized it wasn’t that complicated. We drove about an hour to Taroko, and up the windy road in the gorge through tunnels and massive, granite walls, with opaque jade waters carving out the canyon.