Happy was my Sunday. A dream came true. For years, I have been looking out from the verandah of my former Island east flat at another small island in the distance off the Lyemun Pass in the direction of Saikung. It looked as if it were a boulder in green rising up from the bottom of the sea. What was on it? Was it inhabited? What could one find there? Anything interesting? No need to continue to speculate and wonder. Find out! The island was Tung Lung Island. One could actually go there by some "street ferry" (街渡). The ferry left from Sai Wan Ho. I understand that one could also go there from by ferries from another company operating from Sam Ka Chuen in Kwun Tong. I took the 9.45 a.m. ferry from Sai Wan Ho. It was was drizzling. It didn't matter. The journey was pleasant but uneventful. I was glad however to be able to have another chance to look at my former flat and tried to identify it in the distance. It brought back many pleasant memories. That's where I had my daughters.
I had no idea what I would find on the island. As the ferry neared the island, I saw four or five "fish rafts". Beside them were anchored a few motor boats. They looked like working boats. In the distance, I could see a narrow path leading from the little stone pier up the green hillside and soon disappearing amongst the thick of some bushes. I walked up with the dozen other fellow passengers at a leisurely pace.
Some people preparing to go out to sea at the little beach next to the pier. Perhaps for fishing?
A little distance up, I found a garden at a bend of the path and some beautiful yellow flowers with
A close up of one of them with ants harvesting its honey!
The flowers were from a creeper!
This would be what the flowers may eventually end up being!
On the other side of the path were some papaya trees. But not all plants are grown for food.
Some beautiful flowers for the sheer delight of being looked at!
The flowers in full bloom.
Some ripening berries?
Others still budding?
Other flowers along the path emerging after the morning drizzle.
New shoots just coming out.
Morning glories everywhere!
And these small flowers whose name I don't know.
Some other tiny yellow flowers in full bloom too!
Other fresh green leaves coming out after the rain.
After half an hour or so, I came upon a beach. The waves were coming in from the ocean.
A wave about to crash upon the reef.
Receding after the crash.
Another wave crashing.
A wave breaking before it reached the reef.
Another crashing wave.
Another wave crashing? Will they ever cease? I could watch forever!
Another two waves quickly following each other.
Another wave crashing upon the beach below a camp site..
A small wave crashing a little distance further out from the beach.
The moment of the crash! You can see the clouds of sprays. I could only gape in fascination.
A wave crashing upon different parts of the reef at the same time! It was magnificent.
A sea of foams in white!
A close up of the waves crashing upon the bottom of a cliff close by
Waves crashing upon the cliff further out!
On the island, we see not only the beauty and violence of Nature, we see traces of human violence too!
This is a house documenting the rebuilding of a battery upon the island built in the mid-17th century by
the Tsing government. This place was then called "Hall of the Buddha's Mark" (佛印堂).
The external wall of the battery. The original shape of the battery cannot now be traced. All we got
are the lower portions of broken down walls marking where the former houses were. The style of
this battery looks remarkably like the one I found at Fun Lau, on Lantao Island which I visited a
Looking out from the window inside the house of its history, all one could see are grasses.
Even the iron bars of the house look rusty.
Does it belong properly only amongst the cobwebs of history?
It was a dark episode.
Outside of the little hut, the ground was filled with fallen leaves. One.
Four and hundreds more. Beneath them all, you find signs of vigorous new life.
Is that window in the memorial house a window of history which is daily repeated in the windows
of the history of Nature?
There are cobwebs not only in Chinese history. There are cobwebs out on the ground too! They
are strong enough to hold up water, the mother of all life! Whatever the truth may be, one
cannot stay all day on the island. Time for a meal back in town.
The mechanism to make the mooring at the pier stable?
The light and flag at the pier.
Barnacles everywhere. Nature never ceases to seize the slightest chance to colonize our contraptions.
Some abandoned sacks and hooks at the pier, rusting and beginning to rot..
But these are not the concern of three young men I found fishing at the pier. One of the young
men I asked said he came there often and recommended that I take some instant noodles at the
second but not the first store from the pier! But too late to walk back now. The boat would
be coming in five minutes time. It was very satisfying. A two decade mystery had finally been solved!