Sunday was a different story - HK took on a new warmth and vitality: Twenty-five degrees and the sun was out in all it's glory. I love Hong Kong when it is like this. The air is fresh and crisp: suddenly you don't mind the crowds of people so much and the city takes on an amzing beauty. (Plus the smog lifts a little and you can actually see the mountains on the Kowloon side).
Jordan saved me from festering in my apartment and frog-marched me to Lamma island. A ten minute walk to the pier in Central; a 20min ferry ride and we were there!
Lama Island is the third largest island in the country (after Lantau Island and HK Island). A laid back population of just 6,000 - the village you arrive at is wonderfully hippyish (Jordan's words). We trekked our way from Yung Shue Wan (also know as Banyan Tree Bay) to Sok Kwu Wan, where we enjoyed the standard Cantonese seafood lunch - by which I mean hand picked, outstandingly fresh and amazing.
A few things surprised me - firstly the sheer amount of expats who were around. With only 3,500 caucasian expats in HK (populations 6.9 million) a lot of them have found their way to Lamma isaland..... And why not? Kids and families walking their dogs, idylic and peaceful - this place was like any other tropical fishing island. (With the exception of the whopping great big coal burning power station).
The second were the "Kamikaze Holes" that are hidden alongside the trails. These were 5-10 metre caves dug into the hillside by retreating Japanese soldiers during their occupation. The Kamikaze Holes were to be an efficient way for troops to meet an honourable end - they'd be gathered up and dynamite charges would then be set. A bitter reminded or Hong Kong's history.




