This week I was supposed to go teach on a little island called Wang-An (read about my previous teaching adventures in Wang-An here). I was all set for my week in isolation. I had my iPad stocked with movies, my nook loaded with the new book I’ve been wanting to read, and my bag stacked with snacks to fill the lonely nights. This may sound a little ridiculous, but ask any foreign teacher in Penghu who’s done their week of island teaching, and you’ll find out that there isn’t much to do. Most of the islands don’t even have a 7-11 (that’s a cry for help right there :P)! I arrived Tuesday morning all ready to set out. I had given the dogs and Nick hearty goodbyes, and was setting out with my co-worker to catch the boat to Wang-An.
We arrived at the port and to my
excitement disappointment, we were told the boat wasn’t running today because of the weather. Living in Penghu, everyone knows that everything depends on the wind on that particular day, and I guess Tuesday’s wind was just too strong for the boat to brave. Darn! 😛 We returned to school with the sad thought that I would be staying in Magong all week. Shucks! Unfortunately Fortunately, there was another boat that would make the journey in the afternoon. Yippee!
After spending the morning being very
unproductive productive, we set out again for the port. When we arrived at the port, the boat was sailing away! Boo! Apparently no one told us that the boat sometimes leaves early, and sometimes leaves late, but hardly ever on time. Who knew?! So as we waved to the people on the boat, I settled into the sad happy reality that I would be staying in Magong with Nick and the pups all week!