a day of mists, or fogs, or haars from the sunrise on the ferry to the islands wreathed within their post dawn coverlets... arrived at nangang and jumped the small ferry to Xiju, barely able to see beyond the harbour, a wander around offering little other than variations of mist upon water and hill, no bad place to be if you're of a certain disposition... a couple of freindly dogs, a friendly cat, an unexpected feast upstairs in a local shop... the blip is of snake island which, as the map shows, isn't what you'd call distant from the shore but it made sense to take advantage of the relatively high visibility, a couple of minutes later and they'd been swallowed up once again....