Sunday in Hong Kong and two sisters have nothing but empty hours and sunshine ahead of them.
The possibilities are plentiful — shall there be some dimsum? Or a lovely pork chop bun, perhaps? Because the day is beautiful, however, something outdoors becomes a must. Into a car we hop, squeezing through the city’s narrow, congested lanes, whizzing down a highway past thickets of toothpick -thin skyscrapers. Before long, there is a blur of greenery, squat shophouses, the sounds of children squealing.
As we tumble out, there is a smell. It’s the sea — and there is a vast expanse of it.
“I thought you would like Sai Kung,” Daphne says. And she is right, even if this is just the beginning.
We gather ourselves and amble on. Not so far away, a lively fish market awaits …