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| Lamma! Well, it was overcast. |
On the recommendation of the kids, next morning
we set off early to Lamma Island – the third largest in HK, but living at a far
more relaxed pace with no private cars or motorbikes anywhere to dodge! We got
down to the port in time for a Starbuck’s breakfast (yes, we are adventurous
travellers!) and managed to find the right ferry.
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| Island transport |
The crossing was ok, and took about 45
minutes. The weather was a bit dodgy that morning, really cloudy and humid but
the rain was holding off for now. On the other side when getting off the ferry
we noticed a flier for a support group for the Lamma Ferry disaster that looked
pretty recent – we later found out that only about 3 weeks ago one of them had
hit another ship and gone down, with over 30 people not making it out.
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| turning Japanese |
With that cheery thought in our heads, we
had a wander around the little port town – which was mainly trinket shops, bars
and restaurants aimed at tourists. There was a beach about a 30 minute walk
away through the forest so we headed there as the sun was just about coming out
– and fortunately by the time we got there we were both hot enough to have a
dip! The water was pretty nice, although you are in the shadow of a massive
factory and there is a shark net enclosing the swimming area so it wasn’t what
you would call paradise. There were ex-pat ladies all around and a few Filipino
nannies taking a swarm of pasty children for a day at the beach.
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| Dudes. |
We saw you could trek on to the other side
of the island in about an hour and get the ferry back from another port – but
we decided to go back where we’d come in, grab some lunch and head back to do
some more sightseeing before the evening. We stopped off at the bookworm café,
which had good drinks and slightly mediocre vegetarian food (at least what we
ordered anyway) – our experience was slightly tainted by the fact they took
ages to serve us anything, then ages to get our change when we left meaning we
missed our ferry by 5 minutes and had to sit at the terminal for another 45
waiting for another one.
This threw us a little, and we had also
decided we needed to cull another few kg from our backpacks as the walk from
the MTR to our hotel the first morning almost killed us, and overland postage
from HK to the UK was about a third of the price of shipping from NZ, so we
could afford to do it. After a very stressful 2 hours of box purchasing,
unpacking, sorting, repacking and queuing at the post office (not the easiest
process when you have no idea what you are doing – not entirely sure we’ll ever
see our stuff again!) we were both a sweaty emotional wreck and hadn’t really
made the most of our day at all!
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| Ladies! |
That night we headed over to Kennedy Town
where Becky and Jon were living – in a swanky high rise which was really nice
inside, and made us start wondering how we would get on living in HK somewhere
down the line…
Happy hour beckoned for us at a an ex-pat
bar, before a tasty Japanese feast just around the corner and a rather
extravagantly late nightcap at around 10pm!
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