Chishang, Taiwan
Aug 7, 2026
Aboard a comfortable express train I head out of the urban sprawl of Taipei, taking the scenic route. The train tracks avoid the central massif of Taiwan and skirt the island. Heading east, the hilly terrain is shrouded in a mantle of green dotted here and there with towns and villages. The orange roofs of temples pose prettily in their green frames.
As we reach the north-eastern tip, we head south and the deep blue of the ocean sparkles to the left. The hazy outline of Turtle Island floats in the distance. We seem to be zipping by on the beach.
Sometimes we hug the coast and sometimes veer inland with a blur of rice fields going past. It seems odd to see buildings marooned like islands in a field of rice. We cross rivers but barring a couple, most of the beds are bone dry. I learned later that the rice fields are irrigated from water collected in reservoirs during the rainy season.
Barely four hours and I arrive in Chishang. The Fuyuan village at the northern edge of town is tiny, barely three blocks. Its popularity among domestic tourists has given it a quaintly kitsch look, complete with golf cart rentals. But among the goods on sale at the hardware stores, are the iconic conical woven palm hats used by the farmers. These are not souvenirs. Yet.
It is a picturesque village with jade green fields stretching in every direction. Renting a bicycle and wandering the roads ranks high among those who visit and who can blame them? It is certainly pretty.
I do my own share of wandering and asking about Ilisin, the Amis harvest festival but information seems to be in short supply. Walking past a building one day, I see a painting of Amis tribe. Better, yet, I hear music coming from within. A group of seniors are dancing, led by a young woman. They are practicing for the festival to be held in a couple of days.
In fact, there are a couple of separate venues hosting their own events in neighboring villages. Yes! Thrilled, I go back to the guesthouse, walking on air. I can’t wait to see this!
That is some beautiful scenery!!!
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There are rice fields aplenty in south-east Asia but not always with a backdrop of high peaks. 🙂
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So did you specifically go to this village because it’s inhabited by the indigenous people? Was there any English spoken around here at all? I doubt it. How did you manage then?
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In searching for indigenous villages, specifically this Ilisin festival, I ended up (by word of mouth) at the Katagalan Cutlural center in the outskirts of Taipei. The advice of the people there was to go to Chishang, especially the small village of Fuyuan at its northern end, rather than the town of Chishang. All of this was very much in the inquire-search-go-and-see mode.
Most in Taiwanese villages or townships do not speak English, but a bystander who does will often volunteer to translate. Almost like old-school travel pre internet/cell phones where this was the norm, I loved that! If all else failed, then Google translate. Between that, miming and few long-forgotten bits of Mandarin on occasion I got by with no trouble. 🙂
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