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Hong Kong — more from Repulse Bay

After Stanley on Tuesday, we went back to Repulse Bay for a couple of hours.  I napped on the beach for about an hour.

Here’s an amalgam of photos from two beach visits (and NO, Jack, these are not retouched in any way, outside of some re-cropping and white balancing) —

By the way, there is nothing in the world like napping to the sound of the surf, whilst on a lovely beach.

Hong Kong — Stanley

Tuesday in Hong Kong.  A cloudy morning in Stanley, on Hong Kong Island.

We spent some time at Stanley market, visited a small temple dedicated to those who work on the sea, had an Italian lunch on a very touristy main street.  And I almost bought some silk pajamas.

Portraits on the sea wall:



From the little temple:

The headline photo (above) is a detail of a portion of the offerings of incense and fruit at the Buddhist temple.  I loved how the incense ash had blown onto the mandarin orange itself.


Scenes from Stanley:

Hong Kong — Repulse Bay

Monday = beach day.  Plus Victoria Peak.  Plus some amazing food.

We returned late to the hotel, and have an early start today (it’s 6.55 a.m. here, although 4.55 p.m. yesterday at home), so the writing and musing must await a more appropriate time.

But here are some photos from yesterday . . . at Repulse Bay on Hong Kong Island:

2017 — the first day

On the first day of 2017, I took the to the mountains.

More specifically, J and I ventured to Lantau Island, the largest of the islands in Hong Kong. We traveled first by shuttle, then by train, then by foot, and then by cable car to reach Ngong Ping, the Po Lin Monastery, and the Tian Tan Buddha.


The seated Buddha is one of the largest in China, with the statue itself reaching a height of 112 feet, all in cast bronze.  He faces south, toward the Po Lin Monastery.

When we set out on Sunday morning, the skies were overcast, so a trip to the mountains seemed logical.  A shuttle bus runs to the Kowloon train stop, where we caught the line that heads west — a long way west! — under the water and across the northern edge of Lantau Island.  Along the way, one sees the local international airport, completely built on a man-made island, and one runs by Hong Kong Disneyland, also on a man-made island to the northeast of Lantau.

The wait to purchase tickets for the cable-car was well over an hour, spent in pleasant conversation about Chinese policies and social structures.  We passed up the chance to take a glass-bottomed gondola, then ended up in a gondola with four hilariously uninformed American college coeds.  Their chatter in line had been eye-rolling, but they quieted down some for the 25-minute, three-mile trek over the hills of Lantau Island.  (I could start quoting them, but to do so would lower my IQ by a few points, so I shan’t.)

Before and on the cable car:

Once safely on the ground, hundreds of feet above sea level, we trekked through Ngong Ping and started to climb the 250+ steps to see the Buddha in person.  (I’ll blog separately about how infuriating aspects of this were.) And then we spent nearly an hour with the Buddha. The sun shone.  Buddha beckoned.  And all seemed well.

After the Buddha, we walked over to Po Lin Monastery and watched the offering of incense for a while.  I have never seen sticks of incense 6″ in diameter, but that’s exactly what we witnessed.  Incense was being offered at two different altars outside of the monastery gates.  I especially enjoyed a father & mother teaching their young daughter how to pray.

Lunch followed — pizza for J, chicken curry for me (a la Trader Joe’s).  At the next table, an amusing child.

I saw more Westerners in the highland village than I’ve seen in one place for the past few days. But mostly what I saw were Muslim women.  Hundreds of them.

We reversed the transit route and returned to Kowloon, then headed to the Temple Street Night Market. I bargained hard for a silk table runner and some silk pillow cases.  The lady at this booth was adamant that she had given me the lowest price at HK$135 (about US$20), so I turned to go.

She grabbed my arm.  I said no.  And I turned again.  She grabbed again.  I looked at her, turned around and took one step away.

“One hundred,” she cried.  “Eighty.”  And I turned around.  But I guess my look of satisfaction — I was going to buy at 100, so 80 was a deal! — was too much for her.

She suddenly scowled, said “You cheap man” in bitter and appalled tones, and started putting the merchandise away.

And I left.

I still don’t have my silk stuff I wanted, but I wasn’t going to get them from her!

Other random photos from Sunday:

Hong Kong — Day Two photos

A pre-new-year photo:



Hong Kong Island carousel:

Other random shots:

Hong Kong — New Year’s Eve street scenes