RIP Keelung Harbour

In this great circle of life, skatespots are born, and they die. It is our great joy to love and appretiate them while we have them. It is our great sorrow when they leave us and return to the sands of time. Heavy though our hearts may be, we have a duty to be cheerful, even when facing loss. 

Keelung Harbour was one of the most iconic skatespots in Asia. Its weird geometry and charming backdrop delighted us all. Lest we forget its flaws, we must mention them here: it was so, so crowded. It was ruined by American teams who came and acted like asshole skateboarding colonialists, drawing the ire of local security, and leaving burning, wrecked spots in their wake. The wooden surface was rickety. It was slick when even a tiny bit wet, and since it's the center of Keelung, it was always wet. Now that it's gone, we can be doubly annoyed by those long, terrifying bus rides out to spot, only to find it raining on arrival. There are longer any chances to go back.

Most of all, it was the first place I've stood where I know American bombs have fallen. 

Also, it was right beside a kickass nightmarket.