Daomu Biji: Wu Xie’s Private Notes

I had already set off from Qinglan Harbor, and there was no entertainment on the boat. Apart from watching the sea, I could only listen to the radio.

The only stations that would come in were from Taiwan, Malaysia, and Vietnam, but none from the mainland. I found it very strange. It may be because the radio was made in Taiwan. Sometimes the old-fashioned Taiwanese radios were welded to a few fixed frequencies.

Yesterday, I thought back over what that woman said to me and felt that something was off about the whole thing. I told myself to think more about it if I had a chance.

I didn’t know why I was unable to concentrate. Maybe it was because the boat was rocking too violently. I really didn’t get many chances to ride on boats, and several of the fishermen were impressed that I could get into the cabin without feeling nauseous.