I'm glad its Thursday, because this means tomorrow is Friday!!! Painting for my second book has taken up most of my time these days, there is little left for sleeping and eating, but I made sure to set aside some time for my weekly post on our China trip. So here here we go again to Hong Kong, where Peter decided to take us to Po Tai O, a fishing village just a short drive away from the park in Clearwater Bay.
A walk down the ramp towards town, Peter pointed out Po Tai O was much smaller in size than Tai O. After an eventful Day 20 on our journey, we gladly wandered into its peaceful atmosphere. All was quiet, there was no locals around, not even a single tourist.We headed towards the water, unlike Tai O, there were no twists or turns, navigation was simple and straightforward. In just a few steps we arrived on the edge, the familiar sight of laundry hung out to dry greeted us.
As the sea lapped against the shore, we noticed the houses were built on concrete foundation, not on wooden stilts like the ones in Tai O.
Most homes were newer, cleaner and tidier like the ones pictured below. I quite like the red couplets that decorated the entrance doors, I hope they bring the homeowners lots of happiness and good luck.
There were homes situated right next to one another in a row, but there were houses that stood alone like this one. It was a modest size, but a comfortable one for a small family. I would imagine with the number of plastic chairs stacked out front, extended family members gathered here once in a while for a merry reunion.
The scent of incense beckoned us along, we found a small shrine on the edge of town for residents to worship.
Across from the temple the view of the peninsula, just a few fishing boats tied to shore, they were much smaller than the ones in Tai O, I did not notice any engine motors.
Another outlook from a different angle, the water was so calm it was almost smooth as glass.
One last shot before heading inland, just a few short buildings in the background and some small vessels in the foreground, somehow this conjured up thoughts of a simple life by the water.
Returning to the car, we passed by a seafood restaurant, Peter said there was only a couple of them in Po Tai O.
Next to the eatery, a fresh seafood stall with tanks of live creatures, there was all kinds of swimming fish...
... and a good variety of shellfish on display. The photos reminded me of the wonderful dinner we ate that night, Peter's parents took us to a marvelous rooftop restaurant where plate after plate of battered and fried cuttlefish, razorback clam in black bean sauce, boiled shrimp, steamed garupa, steamed scallops on their shells, and chicken feet and it has been a long time since I ate chicken feet. All was delightfully delicious. It was the kind of place where guests chose their menu and while they sit and wait at their tables, the chefs in the kitchen prepared their meals.
"Look! A local!" I exclaimed with excitement as a little boy with yellow pants went walking by, we all decided to follow him.
He was looking for his playmate, I tried to take their photo but they both dodged the camera shyly, these were the only souls we saw in Po Tai O.
One of 2 last photos to share, as usual my eyes could not ignore the flowers, a golden hibiscus with double petals grew out of a tiny pot outside a home.
The camera also captured a common Chinese ingredient in the kitchen, a basketful of dried orange peel. Curiously there was no dried seafood in sight like Tai O, no drying in the sun nor was there selling of the dried goods. Our visit in Po Tai O was short, but we much enjoyed the restful minutes there. Next week our China adventure continues... in another part of Hong Kong!