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Mums HK diary # 6. Wednesday 8th October 2008
Using our Octopus cards, we took the Bus no. 94 from Tai Wan Village through the Country park to Wong Shek pier. The views from the bus are spectacular, and remind me of the view of Glen Coe in the Scottish Highland.
Green trees, blind bends, winding roads and hills and the South China Sea. We left the bus at the last stop (Wong Shek pier) and took the little ferryboat for Tap Mun Chau (Grass island). The fare for the ferry is 8 HK Dollar from Monday to Friday and 12 at the weekend. We walked through the little village, passed the village soccer field on the top of a hill and continued to the Balanced Rock 
and then back to the ferry pier through the New Fisherman’s village. A good concrete walking path and steps went the whole route of the walk around the south part of that little Island. There are a lot of small local eating places, but we didn’t visit any. 
Before catching the ferry back, we sat on seats, looking across from the pier. Ricky did some fishing –he didn’t catch any- it was so peaceful, as there are no cars on the island at all, and a breeze slightly blew like a natural fan, great, although the heat is behind Haar, it is like an oven, although cooler as a couple of weeks ago, I am told. We boarded the Tsui Wah Ferry, took a seat, a large Chinese family also boarded and one of them started to talk to us is perfect English. They all originally came from Tap Mun Chau (Grass island), one of them owned the Seafood restaurant on the island, others now live in Scotland at Pitlochry, Glasgow, Sterling and also Wales And one of them still lives here in Hong Kong somewhere. It is amazing nowadays the way people live and travel. The Chinese man continued to talk and told us that they had been to the island to clean up the family graves after the visit day, where relatives throw fake paper money on to the graves. He also told us that after 10 years, they dig up the bones from the graves and stand them in urns. They leave the urns standing next to the graves for years, and if they manage to find a better place, they will move them. Next year there will be a festival on Grass Island, so many improvements are going on at the moment, and will for sure for the benefit of the island. Home on the 94 bus, Catriona and Jørgen came home from school, Jørgen made a lovely meal using fresh Chinese noodles, which we provided from the local supermarket –Ricky loves to go there shopping- some salad and fresh juice; very healthy. Poor Catriona had some schoolwork to do, and I am scribbling note to my diary; “What are going to do tomorrow?”
Green trees, blind bends, winding roads and hills and the South China Sea. We left the bus at the last stop (Wong Shek pier) and took the little ferryboat for Tap Mun Chau (Grass island). The fare for the ferry is 8 HK Dollar from Monday to Friday and 12 at the weekend. We walked through the little village, passed the village soccer field on the top of a hill and continued to the Balanced Rock 
and then back to the ferry pier through the New Fisherman’s village. A good concrete walking path and steps went the whole route of the walk around the south part of that little Island. There are a lot of small local eating places, but we didn’t visit any. 
Before catching the ferry back, we sat on seats, looking across from the pier. Ricky did some fishing –he didn’t catch any- it was so peaceful, as there are no cars on the island at all, and a breeze slightly blew like a natural fan, great, although the heat is behind Haar, it is like an oven, although cooler as a couple of weeks ago, I am told. We boarded the Tsui Wah Ferry, took a seat, a large Chinese family also boarded and one of them started to talk to us is perfect English. They all originally came from Tap Mun Chau (Grass island), one of them owned the Seafood restaurant on the island, others now live in Scotland at Pitlochry, Glasgow, Sterling and also Wales And one of them still lives here in Hong Kong somewhere. It is amazing nowadays the way people live and travel. The Chinese man continued to talk and told us that they had been to the island to clean up the family graves after the visit day, where relatives throw fake paper money on to the graves. He also told us that after 10 years, they dig up the bones from the graves and stand them in urns. They leave the urns standing next to the graves for years, and if they manage to find a better place, they will move them. Next year there will be a festival on Grass Island, so many improvements are going on at the moment, and will for sure for the benefit of the island. Home on the 94 bus, Catriona and Jørgen came home from school, Jørgen made a lovely meal using fresh Chinese noodles, which we provided from the local supermarket –Ricky loves to go there shopping- some salad and fresh juice; very healthy. Poor Catriona had some schoolwork to do, and I am scribbling note to my diary; “What are going to do tomorrow?”
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