Kenting is has a magical quality about it. almost as if it's not a part of Taiwan. even when it's raining in Taipei and smoggy in Kaohsiung, once we pass into the "Eternal Spring" peninsula, the sky grows blue, the ocean sparkles and the sun sings. People of Kenting are tanned. Local men are often topless. Young local women in tanktops and shorts (running around in bikini just won't do in the modest South). Older local women (especially those who work on the beach) are often seen covered from head to toe.
sun-chasers from Taipei come for a piece of that magic. fashionable girls in high-efficiency sun block flaunt their colourful sundresses, and Kay, being anti-fashionable, came overdressed in pajama pants. She quickly purchased beach shorts which she wore as pajama shorts for the rest of her stay in Taiwan.
the cloud looks like a bunny. really. can you see it?
the tree looks like a deer. you can ride it too. really. can you see it?
Everybody surfs in Kenting, even Doraemon.
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