Hong Kong Day 4: Lantau Island

Or: cold misty adventures away from Hong Kongrete.

I braved the weather to witness Big Buddha's shrouded figure.
I reluctantly decided against hiking only to find my 'wisdom path' turn into a trek halfway up Lantau Peak. I turned back the first time my shoe slipped on the wet rough hewn stairs. (No bueno!)
I heard the Buddhist monks chant while on the mountain if I held my breath and stayed still.
I drank hot milk tea in a shop while listening to "Circle of Life" and "I am 16 going on 17..." I may or may not have sung along.
I shivered my way through Tai O's historic fishing village and got lost among the "squatter huts."
I used up every last dollar on my Octopus mass transit card and had to negotiate getting the proper change for bus fare in broken English.
I swore off traveling anywhere my toes could go numb ever again (not really) (maybe if I had more coffee).
I officially spent more on coffee & tea per day than food. How much longer can I blame this habit on jetlag?
I said goodbye to a wonderful host and confirmed a new one for Bangkok.

I'm on a bus from Tai O to the HK airport. Even after typing out these experiences, I'm struggling to accept that I am actually backpacking Asia for two months and yes, this is my life. Good thing I have a few more weeks for it to settle in :)

Pictures to follow next post. I want to add more than one and last time I tried that, blogspot ate my text.

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Love,
Katie