After meeting last outside the foundry pub on an old street - under a sunny summer day - Rupert made a visit to Hong Kong. Friday night was spent heading down to the harbor, walking around central, Soho then heading home for an early night to stock up on some serious energy.
After meeting last outside the foundry pub on an old street – under a sunny summer day – Rupert made a visit to Hong Kong. Friday night was spent heading down to the harbor, walking around central, Soho then heading home for an early night to stock up on some serious energy.
Saturday started with an early wake up, three cups of coffee to re-start the mind, then the bus down to Tai Wai, KCR to Mong Kok to drop off some film and watch the football players on the field, then down to Chungking for some amazing food before hitting the star ferry and walking down to the Lamma Pier. The ferry went at 12.20 and as we were sitting waiting we struck up a conversation with a father and daughter from England. Lamma arrived after a peaceful, soothing crossing and we headed from one side of the island to the other walking along the trail. It began with a small fishing village with restaurants offering fresh lobster and red snapper, small cosy buildings with balconies stealing views of the open ocean, the immense amount of vegetation showing the colours of spring, the small trail by temples, fields, organic farms and cycling gwei lo’s, ending up curling into a beautiful beach about a third of the way. We stood up on the rocks looking out at the bay, the bare mountains in the distance and the blue sea cutting into the island illuminated by a strong sun. We took shelter in a small cafe and had a refreshing beer before heading up the steeper part of the trail. The views were spectacular. Dry cliffs with small bushes dropping straight into sapphire blue waters, the sky cloudless, the company exceptional… The path continued and eventually we came to a small village where the old sat outside on mattresses and took in the sunshine while offering weak smiles to the strangers with cameras… the path continued down, past caves built by the Japanese to house weapons, and over a small bridge until we came to the other port. The group settled in for lobster,calamari, veggies and rice on the promenade with the port full of lazy boats lying on the hot sea.
The time to leave, we jumped onto a small ferry sitting upstairs under a tarp enjoying the fresh breeze and the 360 views. The journey was slow and beautiful.. the sea treated us gently and soon we were back at central.
It was then back to the Lamma pier to sit and drink old speckled hen and some gin and tonics until evening turned into night and we walked up to Soho to eat some parathas and lamb curry before deciding it time to head back to the Star ferry. The journey back to Tai Wai ensued… tired, content and full of impressions.
Sunday came with an early start again. The kcr to Kowloon Tong, then the mtr to Wong Tai sin where we walked through the old estates and down to Sham Shui Po for the junk market. After a good look around and some lunch we walked to Mong Kok, got some rolls developed, Rupert played some football with the locals and we decided to head back over to central.
With the glorious ride of the Star Ferry over we headed on the 6X to Stanley, walking past all the weekend revellers to a quiet beach to the west where we lay down and rested bones incredibly tired from 3 days of continuous walking. The sun slowly sank into the blue sea, the sand was soft to the touch, the colours in the trees were soothing. We walked the road back to the market and took the bus to Shek-o to settle into the Shek-o-sailing bar and sip cold tsingtao while the cold air collected around us. The night was fantastic. After a while a local girl and her American boyfriend came over and we ended up having some laughs with them on the beach and sharing a kretek cigarette which made Rupert and I remember backpacking in Indonesia all those years ago… the night turned cold, we headed back to the bar and the locals had started a fire which we stood around warming our hands until tiredness won and we caught the bus back..we caught the mtr back to Tai Wai, got some phenomenal barbeque pork and rice and headed home to watch goodbye Lenin and some football!
Monday. Woke up early again (I hate to think this is becoming a pattern) headed down to Mong Kok for film. Then to Chungking for lamb curry, chappatis, shalmi kababs and samosas, fuelled and ready to go we took the Star Ferry to central and hopped on a tram to Kennedy town. We got the front seats and the journey was slow and steady, the streets lit by sharp light and the seats warmed by the sun. Kennedy town was walked around, a drink consumed, a long walk along the ocean road where the air smelled familiar and the old men worked hard, then another tram back to Sheung Wan, Rupert went off to meet some business people and I decided it best to head home and relax. I walked to central, caught the ferry, and within an hour I was home… settled in to watch the Arsenal replay and some more bo selecta! What a weekend.