On the brightly lit shores of the Pacific, as the waves lapped their molecular burden upon the wispy sands of the tectonic creation that is Taiwan, we slacklined for the first time here.....
At first an embarrassment, one step-fall. One step-fall. Then improvement, then success.
Time swept by, we, the fledgling walkers of the slack, picked up our pace and grace.
Then we were not alone; a mother and two daughters spotted us and stood watching for a good 15 minutes. Curious, the older daughter gave that look of "I wanna try, but they are foreigners!". So, we called to them, and each of them took turns trying it out - the mother once, the daughters had to be pulled away by their mom at the end! They loved it!
Then in the middle of all this a stranger pulled up on his scooter and was less than shy...tore off his shoes and jumped right on. Half decent, excited and curious, he stuck around for a good long time too.
As the fighter jets practiced above, Crystal and I trained the next generation of slackliners and shared a cultural oddity, apparently, with the people of the beach.
...our first slacklining story of Taiwan. Simple and beautiful.
