Day 13

Taimali to 18km past Taimali and then back to 8km before Taimali.

We say goodbye to the Legend of the Shire, thanking him for all of his help, encouragement and companionship for both runner and motorcyclist. Neil and I set off early from Taimali. To make it back to Taitung Airport in time, Neil is under pressure to run at some speed. At 6km he is in good shape, but already the blazing heat of the day has us cursing- the last three days have been fresh, cool and cloudy. The day Neil most needs this weather, the sun decides to put its hat back on and shines away, seemingly unaware of the difficulties it’s inflicting. Adding to the adversity, a mountain springs from nowhere. There’s “none for mountains” today. Seven kilometres further, on the downward slope, a beach stretches away, white surf breaking lengthily thereupon, and the sweetest village overlooks the shore. Each house appears to be made from brightly coloured iron, palm trees sway and a pretty church peeks above the houses. I have the impression of Toytown, but Noddy and Big Ears are, unfortunately, nowhere in sight.

It’s gone 11.00 when I meet Neil at 18km. The heat is taking it out of him, making it impossible to run more than 500m without stopping to catch his breath. Dreams of our trip to Taipei are on the brink of shattering yet, never one to give up, Neil forms a plan. Instead of heading away from the airport, he will turn around and complete the marathon re-covering the ground. The coastal road that winds by, cove after cove, just a few metres above the beach, is beautiful indeed, but has the illusion of endlessness and there is no shelter from the sun. By turning back, Neil will finish nearer the airport, giving us half a chance of making the 18.45 flight. Neil says that this will help him mentally as the task becomes achievable and the road already travelled is known to him.

Mr Sunshine must have been listening to Neil. Only 4km further into the marathon, clouds that have lingered over the mountains begin to move forth. In no time at all, the temperature is cool, the wind is up and there’s even the hint of rain. The running conditions are perfect again. Anything seems possible, again.

Neil is spurred on further by a quote from an article in the day’s Taipei Times. Referring to the London Mayorship battle between Livingstone and Boris Johnson, the journalist refers to the role of “voter fatigue”. We talk of fatigues and different types and states of fatigues so often; we can’t help but find it hilarious. Racing to the airport, we make the flight. Thanks to our friends we have a fantastic night and, though tired, feel invigorated and ready for the coming two weeks.