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Published: February 21st 2016
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Photo of the deceased with a place to burn incense in front and a large basin that I suspect accumulates water during the rainy season. After lengthy discussions and compromises, we decided to go to Landau Island to do some hiking. Any excuse to get out of the city and the various pollution that assault the senses. It is the same island that hosts the international airport but we wanted to approach it from another direction. A short subway ride later we arrived at the ferry terminal. It took us about 40 minutes to get to our destination of the small village of Muir Wo. We started off on the public road, trudging steeply up hill as far as the cemetery. There were a lot of cow patties on the sidewalk but no culprits to be seen. It was only down in the town that we saw a few cows. They didn't look like they would bother going all the way up the mountain for a few blades of grass. A small group of Japanese tourists got very excited when one of the beasts lowed. I guess they are from Tokyo. Just after was a picnic park with fire pits and a sign indicating the old village trail. Since it was going downhill, we decided to follow it. Not a nimble as I used to be
but was still able to dance from rock to rock.
At the village start of the trail there is no real roadway. Bicycles and foot traffic only. It is only around the ferry pier that cars can circulate and on the road out of town. Wandering around, we came across what appeared to be a Confucius shrine and the Silvermine waterfall. The later must be spectacular during the rainy season. Backtracking a bit we came to the Silvermine beach of course sand. This will be the beach time of our vacation.
Back downtown, I found the Nepali restaurant I had seen when we had dis-embarked from the ferry. we had an excellent meal of Dahl bat and curries. The proprietress was pleased to hear that we had visited her homeland. We were in time for the fast ferry back to the mainland and returned to our room for a nap and to plan our strategy back to the airport tomorrow for our flight to Yangon Myanmar. While wandering down the street in search of supper, my belt buckle broke and I was forced to walk with my hand in my pockets to keep from tripping on my pants.
Hop Skip and a Jump
The old village path The only clothing stores seemed to be catering to the businessman and thus expensive. Alas, the only other option seemed to be the trinket sellers of the night market and I didn't trust any belt there to last longer than a few days. So, biting the bullet, I went into a few shops. The first two sold exactly the same model with big buckles. Impractical for me as they would pinch my belly. The one I chose was quite expensive and when the sales girl saw me grinding, she cut the price in half. I couldn't haggle effectively what with my hands in my pockets and I didn't want to be accused of exposure so I accepted he new price.
Just a little further we found a diner type restaurant. Nothing fancy and few choices marked in English. A few pictures helped. A simple veggie curry did the trick. This meal cost much less than what we have payed the last few days. Wish we had found this street earlier. Back to our room so I could catch up on my blog entries. I am starting to make many mistakes so tome to call it a day.
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Diane
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Hong Kong jours 1, 2, 3
Je suis accro à ton récit Jim et j'attends l'après Hong Kong!