Six of us set out for the Dragon’s Back after an earthy lunch at the Life Cafe along the escalator last Saturday. I brought my Frisbee along, just in case. Here’s how it went:
First, a bit of a climb along the Dragon’s Back. Every time I hit one of these big, big views, I’m reminded of just how small we are in the grand scheme of things. Part of my group, pictured here at left along the trail…
Around the next curve, we found a crowd watching this fella:
…waiting for the right gust of wind to take him to infinity…
For the record, everyone was happy to be here…
See the excitement in EVERYONE’S faces???
The hike winds up in Shek O, sort of. I’d like to take this moment to point out that my quest to find a beach where Frisbee is allowed has concluded, in victory. Yet I now consider it my duty to scope out the rest of the beaches in the Kong. I know, rough life. Here’s my victory dance at the beach by the Back Beach Bar:
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P.S. I’ll be back shortly to tell you about the adventure race I did Sunday…killer!
I write this to you, my world, not from a beach but from my couch. I am, however, thinking of the beach. Every beach, any beach. Last weekend I visited two: Repulse Bay Beach on Friday and Deepwater Bay Beach on Saturday. The differences are few and immaterial, for both allowed exactly the sort of exercise I craved. Bit of sun, bit of rest, bit of…
“Ladies and gentlemen, please note that there is no ball playing, saucer throwing, dogs or pets allowed on this beach. … blah blah blah.”
I was fine with the announcement at Repulse on Friday, for my trip to meet the awesome Nora was a spur-of-the-moment decision after a stellar gym session (read: I had no ball, saucer, dog or pet on my person). But Saturday! Saturday, I packed my Frisbee (yes, Frisbee) and headed to meet the aforementioned awesome Nora, sidekick Carlos and Elana. Anna and I traveled together, after our failed attempt to soak up some culture at the Cheung Chau Bun Festival.*
You can imagine my disappointment when, after five minutes of Frisbee with Carlos, the same jolly announcement came on in Cantonese, then Mandarin, then English. I doubt any of the yellow-and-red-clad lifeguards would’ve stopped us from continuing. But I’m such a rule-follower sometimes.
Whoever heard of no Frisbee on the beach? Have you? I hadn’t, until Friday. But I held out hope that maybe the announcement only pertained to THAT beach. There must be a beach in Hong Kong where I can throw my disc. This begins my quest.
But what’s a quest without an irrelevant Chinese proverb?
Zao3 chi1 hao3, wu3 chi1 bao3, wan3 chi1 shao3.
“Eat well in the morning, eat to full at noon, and eat sparingly in the evening.”
*I highly recommend everyone visit Cheung Chau at least every few months. Every time I go, I tell myself I should do this every Friday. Irene at the windsurf shop is so cool. Sit on the terrace of her bar with some brews and buds.
