Not enough socks in Shihtoushan

one red and one blue polka dot sock in my keds sneakers
While travelling in Taiwan, it was part of my identity to wear mismatched socks like these ones, the single pair I brought to Lion’s Head Mountain

I had three books with me, about fourteen pairs of underwear and a compass, but only one pair of socks. The friendly convenience store attached to the temple interestingly sold beers, but no socks. The one pair I did have was mismatched, polka dot, and dangerously close to becoming a pair of little waft bombs.

Sleeping in a monastery is right up there with Mongolian yurt lounging and befriending older ladies who sell street-market treats on my list of highly romanticized Asian travel experiences. I suppose that’s how I ended up at a Buddhist centre in the lush mountains of Maoli County on my second day in Taiwan.

I’ll save my misadventures in actually getting from Taipei to Shihtoushan for another post.  I will say though that the sock situation arose because I (really) hastily ditched the majority of my belongings in the left-baggage room of the Hsinchu Train Station. I stuffed what I thought I’d need for a few days into my daypack, and was off. There was some room for improvement.

my red backpack with guidebooks, toiletries bags popcorn and waterbottle spread out on the ground
Trying to pack too many things into too small of a bag, including fourteen pairs of underwear, to visit Shihtoushan (Lion’s Head Mountain) and its monasteries

I wasn’t sure what to expect. I wasn’t sure if I’d get a room, I wasn’t sure how long I’d stay, and I was really, really hoping that century eggs were not on the menu. Here are a few highlights of my time in Shihtoushan.


Having a private room, any private room, can feel like a luxury for a budget traveler. Having your own balcony? Oh sure, spoil me. When I walked down the steps to find room 306, I certainly wasn’t expecting to find this perfect portal. This balcony had it all. Gilded, painted and perched over the green canopy, it was the perfect size to drag a chair out and share many a contemplative moment with my socks. Har har. In all seriousness though, it was a really special place to watch the world go by.

the view in the late afternoon from the ornate wooden balcony of the rooms at Chuan Hua Hall, Shihtoushan, Taiwan
My room, facing west for sunsets on the wooden carved balcony

Chuan Hua Hall faces west, prime for sunset gazing, but also staring out onto the towns that line an alluvial plain with concerningly large boulders (geologist concerns). Stacked hills as far as the eye could see, each one a slightly different shade of grey-green. It wasn’t just the sights, though. One of my favourite parts about working hard at doin’ nothing on the balcony, was the sounds. Birds, monks chanting, and the occasional and unexpected firecracker explosion, the sounds were dreamy.

misty mountains layering on each other near Lion's Head Mountain
I came to Lion’s Head Mountain to walk on its trails, but I spent a lot of time staring out from my balcony at mountains

Generally speaking, as long as a room has a sturdy lock and is reasonably bug free, I’m content. As it happened however, I spent lots of time inside during the three days I stayed here, so I appreciated the surplus of space and the private bathroom. I was a big fan of the animal print blankets, and commandered a second one from the other bed each night. It gets chilly up here in the evenings. The room was austere, it’s the Buddhist way, but really it’s just another reason to spend more time outside exploring the temples, pagodas and walking trails.

a room with two beds and a balcony at Chuan Hua Hall, Lion's Head Mountain
Accommodation at Chuan Hua Hall. Room and full board (vegetarian) was 1000NT per night ($40 CDN in 2014).

There were two main reasons that I cozied up in my room for much of the time. The first was that I had just flew in from Vancouver, and was working through my jetlag. The second reason is that Shihtoushan is not for the night owl. The folks here are on an early to bed, early to rise schedule. The day’s obligations start before 6 AM, and that was just fine with me. Getting up early always makes me feel accomplished and productive, even if I didn’t actually do much that day.

me in my bed reading a book and wearing my fleece
Fleece on, socks OFF! I read frequently to justify lugging these books around. Reading Riding The Iron Rooster, by Paul Theroux

Oh, did I mention that this is Chuan Hua Hall, where you stay? Breathtaking! I couldn’t believe it.

Chuan Hua Hall at Lion's Head Mountain nestled in lush green trees and built of bricks and ornate roofing
Chuan Hua Hall. You’re nestled in the middle level of this amazing stack of bricks, dragons and tranquility.


History? Check. Nature? Check. Slope Stability? I guess, looked passable…

Shihtoushan is a mix of jungle, buildings of worship, and various other items of religious and/or historical interest, in different states of decay. There’s the beautiful and there’s also the kind-of-bizarre. The whole melting pot is built into both sides of the mountain and woven together by walking trails and stone steps. Excepting a nunnery, most of the temples are actually hewn into the mountain, or built into natural caves. Today’s Shihtoushan is the result of over one hundred years of effort on the part of Japanese colonizers, and also Chinese and Taiwanese influences.

a walking trail on Lion's Head Mountain covered in brown leaves and surrounded by ferns and vines
The trails of Lion’s Head Mountain. Perfect for wandering around without a watch or a plan, I had many of these trails to myself when I visited.

Let me assure you, unless it’s really raining, the trails are totally okay for worn-in Keds sneakers and jeans (my hiking boots didn’t survive the Hsinchu Train Station cull). I traipsed around in the afternoons at a pace that would probably be considered a half-baked, but well-intentioned training effort for my upcoming hike up Snow Mountain. Sometimes it’s rainy, sometimes it’s foggy, sometimes it’s sunny, but all times it’s an interesting spot for a walk in the woods. Here’s a few of my favourite photos.

the hand of a female buddhist statue, covered in white and green lichen
Aging religious statues. One of many, many identical ladies. I’m probably doing them a disservice by not referring to them by their proper deity or goddess name, but they were eerie and beautiful.
a grey pagoda rises out from the trees at Lion's Head Mountain, Taiwan
My all-time favourite view. A pagoda at dusk, viewed from my balcony.
plastic white and black cranes decorate a terraced fountain at the monastery at Lion's Head Mountain Shihtoushan
This wonderfly bizarre waterfall stormed by cranes (storks?) is operational every morning as of 6 AM
astroturf covers the terrace outside of a monastery
If real vegetation isn’t your thing, astroturf is also on offer
rusting red binoculars at Shihtoushan Lion's Head Mountain
Some creepy abandoned buildings to be found on the fringes of the area, one of which had this defunct set of binoculars installed.
a temple at Shihtoushan Lion's Head Mountain shrouded in wet mist
Bring a rain jacket. Visiting one of the temples of Shihtoushan in the wet weather of Taiwan’s mountains


This week I’ve been throwing myself to the winds of Taiwanese hospitality, which I had heard so much about. Both my journey to, and time in Shihtoushan largely consisted of me being stoked on how kind and helpful people were to me.

The language barrier was significant, but I like to think I still managed to learn a few things about the men and women who live and volunteer at the temples here, albeit in an oblique way. Although I couldn’t do my usual rapid-fire question routine, having the opportunity to watch a sliver of their everyday lives (one of my main reasons for visiting) was interesting. To me they appeared to be a pretty relaxed and jovial group. A thank you goes out to all of them for not letting on that they noticed my sock issue.

Without a doubt, I was most smitten with a 74-year old man who volunteers at the temple just up the trail from Chuan Hua Hall. We had some chats and laughs each day, his English being about 190 times better than my Mandarin. He’s only left Taiwan once, to volunteer in South Africa of all places. I’m not sure which was more unexpected, that tidbit or him gifting me a recorder. Both were however extremely endearing.

an old man gives a warm smile while sitting down
Oh, you! My favourite person who quietly welcomed me during my time staying at Shihtoushan


Spoiler: No century eggs.

If you’re just visiting for the day, you can stop in for lunch for 100NT (it’s about 25NT to the Canadian Dollar at time of writing). If you stay overnight, it’s room and board for 1000NT. Three square vegetarian meals a day, served at fixed times, in a communal dining area.

Rice and several variations of tofu are prominently featured, joined by the day’s selection of interesting and varied vegetables and pickled things. In the mornings, you could guess what the meal accompaniments would be based on what was being being sliced, peeled and washed nearby. Served piping hot by the cute ladies in the kitchen. It was a solid introduction to congee for breakfast, and Taiwanese vegetarian eats.

a bowl filled with tofu, vegetables and rice beside a bowl of broth and a cup of hot water
Gimme that. Oh, and that’s my new recorder instrument, a gift, in the background.


I could only find basic information, via blogs and an old LP book, about staying at Shihtoushan. To me that was a big part of the appeal. Part of me is hesitant to write too much about the area, for fear of ruining the surprise for others. The flip side of that coin is without the blogs and photos I had found, I probably wouldn’t have decided to visit here at all. So, let me just suggest that if you’re in the area I think you should consider going, and discovering Shihtoushan for yourself!

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