|Me and R on the beach in Lamma|
Lamma has a population of 6,000 (mostly fishermen, old hippies or expats looking to get away from it all), no cars or buildings over three stories (they aren't permitted on the island), and one of the nicest beaches in the territory.
Getting there was a bit sticky. We flew out of Singapore in the early afternoon (so that R could nap on the plane=win). After a 4 hour flight, we ate at the airport, then took the high speed train to Central (Hong Kong's downtown district), 30 minutes. Then we had to take a ferry to Lamma (30 minutes, plus wait time). Then we had a 30 minute walk to the hotel.
By this time it was around 10:30 at night, R was exhausted and howling, and it was pouring rain (in typical tropical fashion, meaning torrentially). We slogged along the dark footpath (as Lamma has no motorized transport, we had to walk carrying all our bags, including R's stuff, like a travel crib), lit only by very feeble and occasional lights. As we fumbled along the muddy path through jungly forest echoing with the croaking of frogs, we started to wonder if we'd have to sleep in the shrubbery. We finally found the hotel, with difficulty (given the lack of clear street signs or addresses), but there was no one there (it was a small family owned place and they'd gone to bed). We had no cell phone or change. So B broke into the reception area, we used their phone to call the emergency number (sneakily covering up our break in traces), and finally the host arrived with the keys.
|Main harbor/village at Lamma: lots of fishing boats|
|The view from our room|
|R having fun on the beach (the structure in back is for the lifeguard)|