Weekends and holidays are good days to go outdoors and explore Hong Kong away from the buildings.
Forty five minutes on three different subways takes us, in a roundabout fashion, from Kowloon on the mainland to the island of Hong Kong and then onwards to the Island of Lantau (where the airport is located).
Today we walk around Lantau Mountain, up and over and across mountain ranges, and then down to the fishing village of Tai O.
For some reason, many people do not leave Hong Kong to explore her nature. For them, in your humble scribe's opinion, is too bad.
Why? Because leaving Hong Kong's metropolitan splendour behind us we quickly find walks like this:
The path we were on today was permanently closed. We found out why when we started coming across landslides blocking the trail, and covering it with loose debris...
Then, when we look back, from a peak...
We invariably look ahead, to see more landslides dotting the hills...
Rest, at a peak.
Look Ma, no buildings.
This is why it is great to get out of Hong Kong and out of: the hurly burly bustle of the people; the scents; the noise; the consumer metabolism; the buying; the selling; the cheap, cheap, cheap but high, high quality; the "look beautiful sir? maam?", uncapitalized and trite; the litter of things to buy, things to have, things to throw away; and, the ever present massing of crowds of people who actually enjoy, live, and breathe that rampant consumption of knock-off, designer, plastic baubles with life-like simulcras of desire.
Right. Time to breathe again, look at the view, get up and wander away.
Then we commence a sharp, hard descent all the way to the sea to get to Tai O, a fishing village built on stilts.
Tai O has a great atmosphere and is a unique fishing abode.
It is well worth its own post.
I hope you are well. Your Heroine is finally getting better (she has been sick); your humble scribe is falling ill.
And no one gets sick like a man does...