To explore, to feel, the real and unique world.
Good morning sunshine; there is never bad weather in travel. Riding buses in Japan might seem daunting, but it boils down to two simple systems: pay upon boarding vs. pay upon exiting. Explore flat-fare vs. numbered ticket distance-based systems, alongside a hilarious solo journey to Hakuba where one passenger was accompanied by three drivers.
RoamFrom a circular rainbow wrapping entirely around a ferry in New Zealand's Cook Strait, to intense seasickness on Kuroshio currents off Wushi Port, and a guesthouse host waiting in the chilling rain at Ibusuki Port—three unforgettable maritime memories.
Going on an independent trip, should you save money and stay in a few-hundred-dollar cheap hostel, or grit your teeth and spend tens of thousands on a star-rated hotel? The author has slept in all kinds of accommodations at home and abroad, considers himself extremely undemanding about hardware, yet over years of wandering has summed up two absolutely non-negotiable deal-breakers: the yellow talisman behind the door that tries to cover things up, and the anti-human 'bed against the bathroom door' bizarre layout!
Inside a Taipei MRT carriage, three young mothers parked three massive strollers squarely across the center aisle, forcing commuters to squeeze past sideways, while passionately debating which expensive institutions to send their one-year-olds to 'learn discipline.' The Wanderer observes this absurd urban theater, reflecting on parental role modeling, public space etiquette, and the satirical irony of modern parenting anxiety.
A record of an urban-legend-like late-night horror experience. When an elegant classical soprano is blasted through the broken speaker of an old bicycle tailing behind you, how does it transform a symbol of civilization into a shrill wail? A reflection on how setting, equipment, and atmosphere reshape the musical experience, instantly dragging a modern street back to the 1793 execution ground.
A colorful character portrait of an eccentric local regular on the Tamsui commuter bus. Chronicling the 'Living Immortal'—his weathered motorcycle helmet, talisman-covered walking staff, and an overwhelming, weaponized personal odor that parts crowds like Moses parting the Red Sea.
Hotels give the impression of being clean and professional, but Mizuc, who once worked as a housekeeper on a working holiday in New Zealand, is here to tell the truths hotel owners don't want you to know—from towels washed in the same machine as toilet rags to the mysterious purpose of decorative throw pillows. Feel free to share your own revelations.
Mizuc traveled along Japan's Pacific longitudinal line from the middle of the main island all the way down to Okinawa, staying at hotels, inns, and guesthouses with distinctive local character along the way, and compiled a few unwritten rules of traditional Japanese inns you may not know—from the current state of mixed-gender bathing in the big bathhouse, to the correct way to wear a yukata, to the finer points of slippers, tatami, and kaiseki dinner times.
From the ancient cedar moss-paths of Japan's Kumano Kodo and the scallop-marked pilgrimage of Spain's Camino de Santiago, to the round-island coastal epic of Taiwan, the wilderness extremes of America's PCT, the high-altitude marvel of China's National Highway 318, and the transcontinental legend of the Trans-Siberian Railway. Mizuc rounds up six iconic adventure routes across the globe—discovering the ultimate openness and freedom of life between footsteps and rolling wheels.
Confronted by persistent inquiries from friends questioning why I remain single and how impossible my romantic standards must be, Mizu Traveler offers a cinematic confession reminiscent of a Hayao Miyazaki storyboard. From white cotton dresses and pastel-yellow straw hats to cobblestone alleys drenched in coffee aromas and towering ancient trees.
The Tamsui District Office moved to the new town, the old-street bank quietly went dark, and in their place came unmanned claw machine shops flickering with neon. The Wanderer traces the commercial turnover of Tamsui's old town all the way to the claw machine craze flooding Taipei's streets. A deep dive into the "venue owner and machine owner" sublease economics, pointing straight at the serious warnings of rigid rents, shrinking consumption, and the hollowing-out of the physical city hidden behind the unmanned machine sea.
From the breathtaking turquoise waters of New Zealand's Lake Tekapo to a hermit's life in the mountains of southern France. An otaku wanderer's retirement dream requires only coffee beans, flour, eggs, and an uninterrupted high-speed internet connection.
A major flight delay abroad is genuinely maddening, but why is yelling and pounding the counter often just a civilized adult-baby losing control? The Wanderer recalls his own 12-hour international layover ordeal, and through a friend's shocking story of a snowstorm grounding in the Tibetan plateau, deeply analyzes the traveler's psychological mechanism under the panic of the unknown. A reminder: a safe landing is the only way home.
When my father was hospitalized in a private ward at Taipei Veterans General Hospital for orthopedic surgery, adult siblings took turns staying overnight. While dad ate bland clinical broths, the caregiver switched into survival mode for a culinary safari.
