it’s nice to have a good stretch of time here, so we’re not so rushed to get from one place to the next…2 weeks in hong kong gives us enough time to poke around the city, see some of the outlying islands & maybe head to macau and taiwan.
we took a day trip to lamma island….40 mins on a ferry from central hk. it’s a beautiful little island w/ 2 towns – one in the south, one in the north. we landed in the southern port and walked a leisurely 3 hours through the mountains to the northern port. the scenery was incredible, and we came across our first beaches of the trip!
for some unkown reason we hadn’t packed our suits, but went in up to our knees & spent a couple hours relaxing.
psyched up after our first visit to one of the islands, we set out for lantau island the next day. we booked a night at a hostel there & put our bathing suits close to the top of the packs! we had visions of dropping our bags, visiting the tian tan big buddha and crashing on the beach for a couple days.
alas…it turned out our hostel was a 15 minute rugged walk uphill through the woods near the buddha…he sits on top of a peak, so nowhere near the beach! (not to worry…we decided we’d get up early, check out & hop the bus down to one of the beaches we’d passed on the way…packs ‘n all.) we climbed the 200+ steps to see the big buddha (really beautiful views) and paid a little extra to have a vegetarian meal at the temple (quite tasty!)
then we went back to officially check in to the hostel around 5. when the receptionist casually mentioned the market would close at 6, we weren’t worried…our bellies were full and we planned to take a bus down into town to hang out for a bit…little did we know EVERYTHING shuts down on the mountain at 6pm! i mean lights out in the little fake tourist town… (even the 7-eleven, which apparently didn’t get the memo about what 7-eleven means!) and the buses all stopped running by 7!! if we took a bus down, there’d be no way to get back! so we strolled through the little village in disbelief and watched shopkeepers lock up, then turned around to head back to our hostel at 6:35pm…by this point it was pitch dark enough on the trail to need our high intensity flashlight. (thanks debbi!) we thought it was hilarious that the woman at the hostel had warned us she’d be locking the gat at 11pm. ha! we were practically sprinting through the woods dodging lizards at 6:30! and where the heck could we possible be until 11pm out there?!
uncertain as to how on earth we’d pass the evening (since we never did pick up those playing cards or the hackey sack we talked about) we met up with a motley crew of other travelers who’d been similarly duped into booking this place without knowing how remote it was. we kicked back on the balcony and chatted the hours away & watched the group of nurses from hk barbecuing down below. (they obviously knew what to expect when they booked their stay!) mark from ireland, pete from the uk, evan from nz, and david from shanghai were a lot of fun! in the morning we had to wait for the town to open up again at 10, then catch the bus to the beach…only to discover the waves were too choppy for swimming. ah well…back to civilization then, in search of a chinese laundry and some internet service! we’ll try the beach again tomorrow!
ps - happy happy birthday, dad!
while youall were exploring lamma island and contemplating visiting taiwan i had an exciting adventure too. yesterday i went to eat lunch at the tindrum asia cafe on 5th street in atlanta. it is just east of georgia tech. i ordered mandarian fried rice with no onions. i don't like onions. i'm not sure why i like it fried, it might be cultural. the white woman, named lauren, who took my order is from roswell, a northern suburb of atlanta. the subdivisions there are mmm-mah (make the kissing sound) beautiful. all of the houses look exactly alike with the exterior materials from home depot and the interior materials from crate and barrel. lauren is pleasant, blonde, cute and skinny. it is characteristic of the white women here. it may be cultural too, i'm not sure. but i digress, i also ordered sweetened iced tea. it is a delicacy in the southern regions of the united states. after i ate my scrumptiously mundane lunch i walked back due west to my punk ass office and sat back down to contemplate the problems of black people. i didn't get far though, because i was really trying to figure out howcome the 7-11 people close at 7 and then don't open until ten. they should open at 11 so the numbers mean something. smile.
Posted by: kamau | 29 September 2006 at 07:30 AM
You people! You cross the Pacific and still get stalked while shopping. I know you know you can do that in NYC. Seriously, your pics are HOT!!!! You make boiled larvae look good enough to ea...um, well, hmm. I'm still thinking that one over. Now, picture me explaining to Maya Tumuli Park is not the land of Teletubies. There is a likeness. She is still amused by the map eating deer. We love you and we love your smiles.
Posted by: Jade | 29 September 2006 at 08:08 PM
Hey guys.. DO ME A BIG FAVOR WHEN YOU GET THIS CALL ME. I DON"T CARE WHAT TIME IT IS... CALL COLLECT IF YOU HAVE TO I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU GUYS ASAP...
Posted by: NECTARIOS LEONIDAS | 29 September 2006 at 08:23 PM
hey daryll & dawne,
hey! zidane, zora, and i are finally checking out your blog. i can't believe you guys are really there and doing this fantastic trip!!! good for you! it seems like not too long ago we were talking about the "idea" of this trip. now y'all are "doing the damn thing" (as the kids say)! all the best to you guys! be safe and well!!!
Posted by: elise & zidane & zora | 30 September 2006 at 03:37 PM
Harvest Moon Cake . . . Hey DD & DP, one of my students in clinical pastoral education is a native of China. His name is Hui Liang Ni. It is pronounced Wee Lee-ong Knee with a slight accent on the first syllable so that it almost sounds like "William," or more like "We-Liang" slurred together quickly but not too quickly.
That I've made such effort to pronounce his name is clue to how difficult it is, if one is impatient. Indeed, most folks here have been so impatient that they've renamed him "Thomas." But patience has its rewards. When asked to spell his name both phonetically and in Chinese characters it is quite poetic. The Chinese characters look like an adult and child stick-figure side-by-side and his name is translated as "son of man." I found this intriguing as he is on the path to ordination as an Episcopal priest and in the Bible Jesus is often referred to as the "Son of Man." There is something about Hui Liang that is quite holy. He is so gracious and smart and funny.
Anyway, Hui Liang brought Moon Cakes to the hospital today (Friday, October 6) as it was the day to celebrate the Chinese Harvest Moon Festival. The cakes were quite delicious, rich. And the story of the Festival was as delicious. What I learned was that the Festival celebrates family members that are apart from one another especially--the full moon represents the fullness and union of the family despite geographic distance.
Well, the moon over Southern California tonight is quite full and bright and beautiful and you are far flung yet heartfelt.
Happy Harvest Moon Festival!
Love, Dad
Posted by: Ronald David aka Dad | 06 October 2006 at 08:59 PM