Despite
our lack of a common language, I am aware from certain facial expressions that
my mother-in-law has concerns over the freshness of the fish on British
markets. The fish market in Yuen Long provides an explanation for this - the
fish are still alive. She nudges the boys urgently to draw their attention to a
bowl of very agitated prawns randomly jumping out of the bowl and regularly
landing in the bag of the old man standing by it chatting away completely
oblivious. My daughter meanwhile gazes curiously at a densely populated tank of
eels, struggling to connect which head follows which slithery body through the
throng of other eels to which tail.
A
bus ride out of Yuen Long, and the unfolding countryside varies immensely. In
parts there are poorly maintained concrete roads with scrapyards dotted across
former swampy farmland. Elsewhere there are new developments of 2 and 3 storey
houses with pillars either side of the door and gleaming Mercedes' under
tarpaulin sunshades outside. Into this mix, the ancient walled village of Kam
Tin was once one of the larger settlements when the area was covered in
farmland, and has parallels with remote Italian villages with its quiet narrow
shady streets, children playing and old ladies sitting outside. This is also a
good place to head for traditional Cantonese eating, particularly dim sum. The
extraordinary range of tastes and textures of the food is matched by the
deafening racket of the dozens of people chatting loudly to each other and
their phones, half a dozen TVs playing different shows, the clattering of
chopsticks and the staff yelling instructions to one another. But don't ask
what exactly it is on the plate. Sometimes it's biologically obvious, sometimes
ignorance is comforting.
Bus
route 51 over the top of Hong Kong's highest mountain, Ta Mo Shan, is one not
to be missed. Round each hairpin bend the views extend further, before
disappearing completely as the road climbs through dense forest. A military
airport appears in a previously unseen valley, a vast People's Liberation Army
camp occupies a distinctive former British military base on the slopes. On and
on upwards and the views across the Chinese city of Shenzhen appear, seemingly
expanding more with each trip up. As the road steepens, the pained labours of
the bus become more apparent, with the occasional super toned cyclist
struggling past us. And then we're at the top, and begin the terrifying descent
into Tsuen Wan, where the children again vanish with cousins into some vast
neon-lit arcade to execute some more zombies.
A
more peaceful time can be enjoyed around the Plovers Cove reservoir, a short
bus ride from Sha Tin. Numerous bike hire venues surround the estuary and the
reservoir itself, with off-road cycle routes populated by all kinds of pedal
powered vehicles, both fun and more serious. The boys select a nice dual
pedalled model with a comfy armchair type attachment for Grandma, I am quite
surprised by their generosity. As we pedal out across the dam the views of the
mountains open up again, the steep green mountains like a tropical version of
the Scottish Highlands. In the distance we see an enormous statue of Buddha's
mother, which apparently marks the site of a nunnery funded by Li Ka Shing,
Hong Kong's richest man. When the apocalypse arrives - he will be protected in
his secret bunker there.
Hong
Kong is marvellously exciting wherever you go. There is so much to see and
experience that its hard to narrow it down to a shortlist. However, I think a
few days in the New Territories as part of your trip will show you what makes
Hong Kong Different.
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