The second half of May has brought temperatures in the low to mid 30s Celsius. It is brutal. My walks are being curtailed. I start earlier if I can haul myself out of bed. I carry more water. The return on energy invested is falling as much of the wildlife has decided to stay indoors and watch the latest offering from David Attenborough.
On Sunday I went out at 5.30am. Mrs. Ha, bless her cotton socks, was still in the land of nod. The dog didn’t bat an eyelid when I went out. It was barely dawn. I had prepared everything the night before. Sometimes I do this but never manage to summon the energy to get up. When I do I am always grateful that willpower prevailed. The dawn chorus is rather different here. More of a dawn cacophony but I can pick out the main performers with relative ease. The walk up to the Peak was in semi-darkness. About 1.5km of steep ascent. As I walked up the streetlights went off.
My reward was a new butterfly, Bibasis oedipodea belesis, for my list. Just before 7am I saw a butterfly perched on a railing post. Brownish orange underwings – interesting. It took off and I cursed quietly to myself. A few yards further on another sat. And stayed. I took some quick phone shots and then started to edge closer with my camera. A frame and it flew. Up above my head, around in a circle and back down again. Same perch. Wash, rinse, repeat. I had a few rather grainy shots but good enough all things considered. Finally I thought I would try some phone video. That was a step too far. No video.
Back home I opened my first reference book and immediately found what had to be the species. But the distribution map did not include HK Island, let alone the Peak. I searched against the species name on the AFCD database. Very rare, it said. I processed the photos and concluded the reference sources must be out of date.
I posted the images online with a suitable caveat. Someone told me the species flies at dawn and dusk. Well before 7am fitted well. Nobody argued against the identification. It is quite distinctive. I wondered whether this was a rogue wanderer. Yesterday by chance I was looking at the butterfly list for Lung Fu Shan, the smallest country park in HK, which adjoins the Peak. To my surprise the species is on the list. Maybe this butterfly is not as rare as it once was.
The other result of the heat wave is the resurrection of my perennial quest for the perfect camera bag. My small shoulder bag is perfect for wandering around town. My backpack is fine for a winter hike with the longer lens and some extra warm clothing tucked inside. Summer is tricky. The shoulder bag allows me to carry very limited amounts of water. The biggest risk in a HK summer hike is dehydration. This is often underestimated. I saw people yesterday running in blazing sun, no head protection and no water. This is simply irresponsible. I need something that will carry several bottles of water along side a second lens, insect repellent, lens cleaners, blower, spare batteries, flash, ruler (for measuring caterpillars etc.), coins in case I need a taxi home, magnifying lens, phone, wallet, house keys, antiseptic wipes, possibly a polarizing filter, a supply of my favourite Ethiopian coffee beans in case I stumble across an espresso maker, the complete works of Dickens, my 8 favourite records, a collapsible chair, a roll of Izal and an umbrella in case of rain. Some may occasionally be left behind but nobody ever said photography should be a lightweight pursuit. I also hand carry my tripod.
Sunday afternoon I saw a potential candidate. Quite reasonably priced and well designed, I thought. I did my usual trick of wandering around the shop several times to mull it over before Mrs. Ha decided I would buy it. At home I still liked the design. Lots of pockets. You can never have too many zipped compartments. I transferred my daily burden (photographic not canine) into the new bag and then slung it over my shoulder. I worried the strap might be a little to short. Worth a go though.
Monday dawned bright and early but alas I did not. My departure from base camp was well after 8am. Apart from the dearth of wildlife the bag performed well for a couple of hours. As I drank the water it became lighter as a bonus. As we went into the third hour I felt the strap slowly slipping off. My shirt was drenched with perspiration and the strap was not gripping at all well. I tried to sling it over my head but it was too short. Then I noticed that the strap was positioned at the back of the bag and the weight made it tilt forward. My cunning plan at that point was to change the strap for a backpack style one. Sadly the strap is stitched to the bag. The further I walked the less enamored I was of the design. We made it home together but the jury is out whether we will become good friends and go on a second date. I fear I may have added to my collection of ‘almost’ bags. The quest for the Holy Grail will go on.
In Hong Kong we celebrate the Buddha’s birthday today and it is a public holiday for us. I sincerely hope he has not melted and that at the very least somebody gives him a decent camera bag as a present.
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Did we have one those red moths at Mai Po – looks familiar but I could be hallucinating
Hallucinating is a good state John. Carry on.
The butterfly is a delight and I love the full contents of your ‘Mother Robinson’ bag. My father used to read The Swiss Family Robinson to us (three brothers and me) and mother Robinson’s bag was a never ending source of everything you might need on a desert island.
I must add that’s a great close up photo it looks like the butterfly was watching you with his big eye but I guess thats just a camoflage dot.
I need a super lightweight bag, that’s waterproof, that has magic wheels when it gets too heavy, can carry all my song books and water without my waterbottle ever leaking a drop! Add in comfy shoes in case my new walking shoes rub, blister plasters, ipad, and can recharge my iphone from walking power 🙂
If you find one then let me know. Someone can make a fortune from the perfect bag! 😀
Crumpler is an Australian brand with many bag designs. I have two and love them both. You might find something you like, but they are a bit pricy. https://www.crumpler.com/au/
Lovely photo of the butterfly. Well done!
I have one Crumpler bag that I found in Singapore a while back. Too small but if they have a distributor in HK the quality is good and well worth a try for something bigger. Thank you.
If it’s this hot and uncomfortable now, what is in store for our intrepid insect man when summer really arrives?
You’re a funny man, I did chuckle about your search for the perfect bag.
Well this morning held a mass of mosquito bites unfortunately. The white matchsticks are itchy as heck.
Well, now you have to elain that term “white matchsticks”.
Buying a bag of any description is a tricky operation. They have to feel RIGHT as well as fitting all the specifics. I suppose you could have a bag sale of the rejects. I don’t believe in all this ‘bag for life’ nonsense…
Mrs. Ha agrees. She has bought two bags in the last month. I hope one day she will have a bag sale. In fact we could probably open a shop!
Lovely butterfly catch! And oh! a darling buddy of May!
How exciting to extend the knowledge of a species! That always gives me a (cautious) thrill. Cautious, lest someone laugh loudly and tell me I’ve mistaken a common whatsit for the incredibly rare whosit, and don’t I know anything?
You’re search for the holy grail, er, perfect camera bag, is very familiar with me. Over the years I accumulated quite a few “almost right bags” that I took to buying new ones in secret! Even so I get a lot of ribbing over it. It’s the complete collection of Dickens that does it.
But it’s hard to go out without Dickens. I need my Great Expectations even if I have fallen on Hard Times. Our Mutual Friend may be able to advise me. I may have to start leaving the gramophone behind. ☹️
That would be a record loss.
Andrew it is great to see you
Yes I know how the body can be a deterrent…..I go through daily
Deciding what I need to do or what I can put off till my body will let me
Ah the golden years are tarnished
And alas the gold is not worth the carrots it once was
As Sheldon Yoursly
Tarnished is a good way of putting it Sheldon. 🙏🏻.
Keep up the blogs, I enjoy reading about your exploits
I prefer being out and about but sometimes the urge to scribble hits me.