HONG KONG » Thirty yards from where we stood, a herd of water buffalo grazed in a green field. Behind us, mountains rose with pockets of villages tucked along a winding road. Yet not two hours earlier, we had been standing amid glass skyscrapers and throngs of people in Hong Kong.
My cousin and I were visiting a friend in Hong Kong for a week this spring and decided to take a one-night excursion camping on Lantau Island, Hong Kong’s largest island. After an hourlong ferry and a seven-minute bus ride, we were dropped off near a path to the campsite on Pui O, a beach with clear water, fine sand and a salmon-colored tiled pavilion.
It almost seemed too easy. The campsite was clean — and almost empty — and there were indoor bathrooms with the same salmon tile, a small store that sold snacks and beach toys, and a Western-style restaurant called Ooh La La owned by a Hong Kong-born Canadian. And the camping was free.
A mix of rural and urban, East and West, characterized much of our excursion, which offered enough distance from the bustle of the city for a peaceful break, without eliminating conveniences like indoor plumbing.
Even the water buffalo add a layer to this rural-urban story. As recently as a few decades ago, Pui O was dotted with rice paddies plowed by water buffalo. As agriculture declined, farmers left, abandoning their cattle. Today an estimated 280 feral buffalo live on Lantau Island — but don’t worry, they aren’t much interested in people.
Pui O makes a good starting point for further exploration of Lantau Island, with designated hiking trails, a large monastery, a fishing village and a cable car to the Big Buddha, though we stayed on the southeastern side and used the Lantau Trail as a means for accessing great views of the island.
The trail starts along the water with an estuary in a small village full of beautiful, expensive vacation homes, then passes a stone cemetery built into the mountain and a small temple with coils of incense burning overhead. Then the real hiking begins with a sharp turn up into the mountain and cement steps built into the trail. Wear bug spray to avoid mosquito bites and potential dengue fever, and keep an eye out for colored butterflies fluttering along the path.
Halfway up the trail we stopped at Pak Fu Tin campsite where we sat at the site’s one picnic table under a leafy tree to cook our vacuum-packed black bean chili (actually quite tasty). Then we continued to Mui Wo, where the ferry pier is, and, after getting frozen yogurt at McDonald’s, we decided to take the bus back to the beach instead of hiking. There we lounged in the sun and sand and swam in Pui O’s clear, calm water until it got dark.
A tip about choosing a campsite: Like Pak Fu Tin, most of the sites are hike-in, hike-out, meaning exactly what it sounds like. These have five or maybe 10 spots, but Pui O has 52. The smaller sites fill up fast in warmer weather when camping is more popular; October through March, there are fewer visitors, and it’s easier to find a spot. All sites are free and offered first come, first served.
As a pleasant surprise, there were three restaurants within 10 minutes’ walking from Pui O. One night we ate decent, basic Chinese food at Mao Kee where, at 8 p.m., we shared the restaurant with two men dining while watching an Asian soap opera on a TV. The second night we ate tasty, if overpriced, burgers at Ooh La La on the beach. If you want more variety still, there is a swanky-looking Japanese teppanyaki restaurant called Pui O Delicious, not too shabby for a camping trip.
The hardest part of the trip was getting the one item we couldn’t bring with us: a small gas tank for the stove. The first two camping stores we went to either had closed or changed locations.
We found what we needed at a third store, World Sports Co. in MongKok. Next time, I’ll work this errand into some shopping in the area. You can buy tents and sleeping bags cheaply at a number of camping stores in MongKok, but we were glad we brought our own gear. We had packed smart and light — just the basics for a one-night trip, including tent, roll and sleeping bag. In the end we could have done without the small camping stove, but when we were planning the trip, we didn’t know there would be restaurants so nearby.
On our way to the island, we took the subway to the ferry instead of a cab to feel less like tourists. Even on a weeknight in the off-season, the subways are crowded, partly because the island has local year-round residents. The ferries and buses are not as bad.
On the way back we took a bus and a subway instead of the ferry. We shared the bus stop with two local teens, one wearing a leopard print scarf, both wearing long flowing skirts. As they listened to music playing from one of their cellphones, a pair of water buffalo ambled up the road in what seemed like slow motion, their hooves clicking against the pavement as the sun went down.
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