After being postponed because of Typhoon Fanapi, the 2010 Hoping for Hoping Peace Festival (和平音樂祭) is back on track.
Festivities run from 6pm today through Sunday in a remote area of the mountains of Hsinchu County, with some 40 local and expat bands, parties, food vendors galore and camping. Admission is free.
The event’s organizers, in conjunction with KGB burger joint, are operating a 20-seater bus service to the festival site, located at Cincyuan hot springs in Taoyuan village (not to be confused with the county of the same name) in Wufeng Township.
PHOTO COURTESY OF HOPING FOR HOPING PEACE FESTIVAL
To reserve a seat (return tickets are NT$600) contact KGB on (02) 2363-6015, or send an e-mail to info@kgbburgers.com. Departure times and locations are listed on the festival’s Web site.
Though organizers expect some 4,000 attendees, the bus service consists of four trips to the site and three coming back. The remaining festivalgoers will have to find their own way.
If you live in Hsinchu, perfect.
But from elsewhere, getting to the jump off point for County Highway 122 — the road on which the event is being held — can be a bit daunting.
Detailed directions, including maps, can be found on the festival’s Web site at www.hopingforhoping.com.
There’s free camping — within earshot of the stage — but if you want something more peaceful, there’s a camping spot about 10 minutes away for about NT$450 per tent.
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