Doufeng (兜風) is chinese and translates to “to catch the wind” basically to go for a ride in the fresh air. My favourite way to do doufeng is random exploration by motorcycle.
Some weeks ago me and Yini passed by an abandoned house at the outskirts of the city. We had no chance to get in and explore then but today we drove up there, better prepared. I jumped the low wall and started looking around when all of a sudden some kind of alarm went off. I guess the place was less abandoned than I thought (despite being dark and empty inside) so I hightailed it out of there, grabbed the motorbike and rode off.
After riding around at random for a while we figured out we could go to another abandoned place we saw a while back. We rode up into the mountains and after a half an hour or so we arrived at our destination, a kind of water park/campsite on the bank of a river. Sadly, Yini’s shoes were ill adapted to walking around in vegetation so she had to stay at the motorbike. Meanwhile, I climbed down to the river and walked over rocks and through the shallow water around to the side of the park facing the river.
I walked along, looking up at the broken down water slides poised on some cliffs, to the small house in the distance, which seemed to be the end of the park, no other structures around. I figured it might be a good entry point.
I started by exploring the two open rooms on the ground floor. One was a bathroom, the other had nothing of interest inside. Both had a thick layer of silt and sand on the floor. What more, there were no stairs to the upper floors. So I cimbed up the staircase on the side of the house and went to check the upper floors.
It was surprisingly clean inside, for an abandoned house, you could almost live there. Finished with the house, I moved on towards the water slides.
It took a bit of climbing to get through the vegetation growing everywhere, going over some fallen trees and so forth. Eventually I reached the starting tower for the slides and climbed to the top.
It was pretty cool. There is a special, kind of eerie feeling connected with seeing amusement rides and such in this state. I did not venture further out on the slides however, seeing as plastic tends become brittle and crack easily when left out in the sun for too long. I simply didn’t trust them to be safe enough to walk on.
There was not a whole lot more to see, so I clambered my way back to Yini and the bike. Since we still had some time before nightfall, we rode back towards town slowly and explored the countryside some more.
Yini in a beautiful ripe rice field. The color of rice when it’s ripe is really beautiful
We didn’t stop for any more sightseeing, but the road back was a really good ride. Generally country road 3 in the west and road 11 on the east coast seem to be the best roads for motorbikes. Anyway, it was a good day, I haven’t been to such a good abandoned place in a while.