The fact that there is no English website and no English information about it is actually part of the appeal of this little seed garden/museum somewhere behind Cheng Kung University. So when I asked the hotel staff to call the place, and they haven’t forget to mention that there wouldn’t be any English guide, I knew it was my place. It’s only the endless flow of Chinese characters and the seeds everywhere in jars, above your head, in the plants themselves, or on a table waiting for being dried. If you are in a hurry, you can actually finish in 15 minutes and 10 Instagram pics, but you could just as well spend a whole day here and immerse yourself with the ultimate incomprehensibility of life on this planet. Before leaving, I was going to buy some flowers that looked like herbs, so I asked the young man in the cashier: “Tea?” He looked at me with that pitying face (teas are leaves, my dear, not flowers!), but then he just simply responded: “Eh, tea [whatever].” Thank you for this wonderful experience! I will either learn more about seeds or Chinese until next time.