the morning bright, little excuse needed to leave behind the city, back up to Yangmingshan, a day for attempting the walk down to bayan, towards the east coast... the descent into humidity, the route winding between steeper sections, rock damp and slippery, muddied paths leading by a small shrine, still in use, upon the edge of a homestead long abandoned to the surrounding green, boar hunters once lived here according to a plaque... now beneath darkening skies, rushing water bounding down steep burns, the path to bayan closed off as splatters of rain beat upon leaves, an unexpected shelter by a roadside, opposite a bus stop and not long after a bus, winding back through the faded daylight across the hills towards the glistening lights of the city below... the rabbit hole remains in hampi..