another typhoon moving towards the island, a big one by the sounds of it, the wind from the south humid but offering the basis of a plot, a slow cycle up the left bank of the xindian river, cross over up at guando bridge, a little further downstream and treat myself to some hazelnut buns... a good idea, a straight path, wind assisted, what could possibly go wrong.... and so it did, something seriously interfering with my compass, only noticing it when the hills up above bali showed up in the wrong place, very wrong, somehow i'd managed to turn west but that was okay as there appeared along the wall a sequence of wonderful street art, just  enough of a distraction to confuse me a little more, not noticing that instead of west i was now moving south... eventually the dimming light brought a concession of defeat, a reluctant checking of the map app, positioning me almost at the end of the blue line of the mrt, the southern end that it, dingpu... on the plus side when i arrived here i had the intention to look around the terminal stations of all of the lines and dingpu completes the set...