We could write detailed descriptions of all the amazing views that just kept coming. We could also describe all our encounters with friendly locals who paid for our bananas or gave us directions. We could try to describe the smell in our palms from kneading fresh tea while staying at a tea plantation. We could also praise the hotel manager who drove down from his eagle nest to find us, fearing we would get lost or how English charm and Swedish persistence (or was it the other way around) outdid silly hotel policies with regard to taking bikes into the (carpeted) hotel room. But that would be too lengthy, so instead we will share a few practical pieces of advice, relating to Taiwan in particular and bikepacking in general.