The Banggi Windmills carry an eerie sound as the turbo engine propels. I look up at its majestic sight and I realized I could stay there all day or night, but the enormity of its size made me feel so small, and think eerie thoughts. Like for example, I imagined myself being thrown on one side of the mill and churned round and round before slipping into the ocean, thrust ed by it force.
Traversing the path to the lighthouse, Cape Bojeador, on the other hand, was uneventful, except for the actual going up the steep staircase leading to the top. Cie almost didn't make it, and so she congratulated herself after successfully getting down our first (I think) lighthouse. From the top, one can see the tip of Taipei, where I will be headed in September.
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