Day 8 - Beaches, Boats and much too-short shorts

On day 8 I woke up late, around 11.30, and so I decided to see if I could find out where George had gone to, and I again found him in the internet bar after half an hour of fruitless searching. I didn't stop, just said hi quickly and found out that his great escape had taken him to the room next door to the one he was in previously, with no upgrade in size. He told me that he would be leaving for Shenzhen the following day, but that he couldn't have a get together until later, so I decided to head off for some lunch, followed by swimming. I had lunch, and discovered that I still had about half an hour before the 1pm session started, so I sat in the air conditioned centre and waited. And waited. And waited, until about 1.15pm I decided to find out why the session hadn't begun yet. That was when I saw the sign which I had missed before, informing the public that, on a Tuesday, 'Kowloon Park Swimming Pool will be closed between 10am and 5pm for cleaning and sterilisation, and will re-open as normal at 6pm'. Oh, well. Time for plan B then. I gathered my collected gubbins and headed off for star ferry. When I arrived at Hong Kong ferry terminal, I walked along until I found the boat I wanted. The ferry to Lamma Island, more specifically to Yung Shue Wan. The boat took about 45mins to get to Lamma, and then i realised that George was pretty much right in a previous conversation, where he had told me that Lamma had no cars. It didn't. It just had bicycles and small, motorised carts for carrying goods. I followed the marked out route through the small village (it was quite well signposted) and on the way, I saw such sights as the Man Kee restaurant, and a small ice-cream shop which displayed caricatures of celebrities, such as Barack Obama and Michael Jackson (when he was black). The woman inside seemed amazed as I photographed these works (on facebook), and I was astounded when she told me that she had done them herself. I was impressed, and that was what convinced me to buy an ice cream (quite nice, actually). Well, she did put a lot of effort into them! After leaving Yung Shue Wan, the path headed through dense woodland (rainforest or jungle, I'm not sure), and up and down a few hills, giving brilliant views. Eventually the path trailed into Hung Shing Yeh, and I had arrived at the reason I had decided to come to Lamma. Hung Shing Yeh beach. I changed out of my basketball top and shorts and into my swimming shorts, which, as you can guess from the title, were very short. After the quick change routine behind a palm tree, I found a spot for my towel and headed out into the surf. The water was lovely and warm, and free from rubbish, although it wasn't the clearest. That was slightly disconcerting, as on a peninsular just to the left of (and well within view of) the beach was Lamma power station. I swam about, relaxing and quite enjoying myself for the best part of three hours before finally deciding to think about heading back. I collected my stuff and headed for the changing rooms (which I hadn't seen to begin with). Upon arrival in the changing room, I found an empty cubicle and started to change, noticing when I did that in my haste to leave Tsim Sha Tsui I had forgotten to pack boxers. That left me to decide to put on the shorts I had come down in, but go commando (it may seem disgusting, but it happens to us all at some stage). That was when I noticed the huge ripped hole in the back of my shorts which i had travelled in. Plan B then, obviously (and lucky I noticed, too). I decided to put my basketball top on, but leave on my swimming stuff, and hope that they would dry on the walk up to Sok Kwu Wan.Now let me just give you the image here, so that you fully appreciate it. The shorts are so short that they could possibly classify a 1/4 lengths, and the (Yao Ming) basketball top is actually long for me. So long in fact that viewed from the right perspective, I'm pretty sure that it looked like I was just wearing the top and nothing else. So, my head hung in embarrassment, I headed off to Sok Kwu Wan, to catch a ferry back to the mainland (as recommended by the bible of Lonely Planet). The walk was longer than the one to the beach, and more hill, which was quite strenuous, but did give some lovely views of the island of Lamma. I arrived, eventually, in Sok Kwu Wan at about 7pm, very tired and hungry, and drenched in sweat. That was when, on closer inspection, I realised that every single one of the restaurants in the village sold nothing but seafood, and that the next ferry to central wasn't for another hour at least. I did note, however, that there was a ferry headed for Aberdeen advertised. Well, when I say a ferry it was more a simple boat, with open sides and no air conditioning. I hopped aboard, in the hope that I would reach Aberdeen to find some way to return to central. The ride on the boat took about an hour, and so during the course of the journey, night fell. And it started to rain. That worried me, because i was scantily clad in very summery, very short (not of my choosing) clothing. Thankfully, the rain was only momentary, and was gone by the time we arrived in Aberdeen. Upon arrival, I headed for the nearest bus stop, and upon studying the timetables, I found absolutely no hint of a bus to the central terminus. Thankfully, just as I was beginning to lose hope altogether, the beautiful glow of an approaching buses display said 'Admiralty MTR'. Salvation. I clambered aboard and, after much rummaging, extricated my wallet from the trashed shorts. After reaching the haven that was Admiralty, I headed for the overhead walkway to Star Ferry, and therefore to TST, home. On the way I was becoming increasingly self-conscious of the looks I was getting, and this merely quickened my pace to the point where I took a wrong turn, and instead of heading for Star Ferry, I headed for HK-Macau Ferry. I realised my mistake after only a short while, an upon retracing my steps, I realised which way I had to go to get back on track. Right through the heart of IFC mall, full of hugely expensive designer outlets and those with more money (and taste) than sense who choose to shop there. If Usain Bolt had been there I'm not sure he would have been able to match my pace through the IFC. I reached the star ferry in record time, and headed back for the relative salvation of Tsim Sha Tsui, to a McDonald's, a cider, and, last, but not least, bed.