Hong Kong walking

So we made it.

Hong Kong has made us welcome with uninterrupted perfect weather. Perched in our eyrie we look out over the urban landscape of Hong Kong Island. Centre stage, the rugby posts adorning the geometric splendor of the Bank of China Tower. Not a curve in sight. Below it the HQ of HSBC and the smaller and less eye-catching Standard Chartered Bank tower. The haze is just as bad as when we left in February 2015. The hills of Kowloon are infrequently visible when the net curtains are tugged briefly to one side. Most days though we can watch the Star Ferry chugging its diminishing route between Central and TST. The only birds sounds that float up are the screeches of the Yellow-crested cockatoos. Occasionally a Black Kite will drift past.

To the rear we have the wooded hillsides below The Peak. At night orange lamps show the path winding steeply up Old Peak Road. Atop the ridge some of the world’s most expensive real estate gazes scornfully at the hoi polloi below. That’s us.

I promised myself that I would do some walking if I could find reasonable paths to amble along. To my surprise (and even more so the surprise of my creaking knees and tugging hamstrings) there are several that I find manageable.

To get to the Peak plateau, where the tourists congregate to be disappointed at the invisible view, I have a choice. Chatham Path is a stone stairway that winds up to Barker Road. It is called The Central Green Trail. Just off the main path above May Road is a small, immaculately kept temple. Beyond the path winds through dense jungle on one side and steep slopes to the other, giving the typical panorama of the island. Small cascades suggest there ought to be more wildlife than is visible on my walks. A Pallas’s Squirrel tolerates me briefly then scuttles up the tree trunk and away as hikers approach behind me.

I like this path but to get to the Peak the walk along Barker Road is unappealing. Construction work is everywhere in HK. Build, pause, knock down, rebuild. Creative destruction. Or destructive creation. Barker Road is a classic example. So generally I take the other route up.

At the end of Tregunter Path a narrow hairpin bend loops you onto Old Peak Road. Trees on one side and on the other steep, scrubby slopes. The first few hundred meters are extremely tough on the calf muscles walking up and even harder on the quads walking down. Locals have a couple of solutions. Some try walking in a zig-zag and some walk backwards. The steep section gets the heart rate up. Fix your eyes firmly on the second orange litterbin. This is where the incline starts to lessen and the heart can beat less rapidly.

In the morning the helpers walk the dogs (or vice versa) and the joggers pant up and down, lycra-clad, dripping in perspiration, checking their wrist monitors for heart beat, distance travelled, altitude change and of course the latest stock and property prices. This is after all Hong Kong.

I am constantly checking the environment for my usual birds and bugs. All the way up. It takes me about 25 minutes, including the ritual exchange of greetings with the path sweeper. Sometimes I pause to divert into the men’s toilet. The lights are on all night and it is a good place to check for moths. I suppose it looks a bit odd but it is perfectly innocent.

At the “top” a further choice awaits me. There is a further walk on up to Victoria Peak Garden. This is not extensively used but there have been good birds found up here so its worth an occasional visit.

Or I can walk the roughly 3km around Lugard Road. Flat, easy and the small waterfall offers birds and butterflies if the sun is shining.

Finally I can walk down to Pokfulam Reservoir. This is busy and quite enjoyable but at the end it is either a bus ride back or turn around and walk all the way back up.

So my preferred route now is about half way around Lugard Road and then off to the left. This takes me into Lung Fu Shan country park. According to AFCD, “Lung Fu Shan Country Park was designated in 1998. It is the smallest country park in Hong Kong covering 47 hectares. “

More choices here: A straight walk down Hatton Road to where it approaches HK University. A detour along the LFS Fitness Trail and Pinewood Battery. Or another route down to Pokfulam Reservoir.

I normally do a mix and then follow the path straight back up. Birding is hard here if only because the trail is so popular. Slowly I am starting to get some decent photos and sightings. Pinewood Battery is good for butterflies. The birds need a lot of work and can be very frustrating. The morning light is not especially favourable for photography. I want to write more about Lung Fu Shan but that must wait for another day. I hope you will follow my trips.

Muscicapa sibirica

Urocissa erythroryncha

Eurema hecabe


Callosciurus erythraeus


A brief moment of hope.

The clear out is coming to an end. We have taken possession of the new rented apartment in Hong Kong. Lulu is happily ensconced in her new kingdom.

As part of the clear out I have been putting some of the older furniture on a site called Gumtree. It has been reasonably successful. Last week I put on 2 rather worn and bruised bedside cabinets. One even had a small split from the humidity in Hong Kong. I advertised them under ‘Freebies’. Collect for free.

The first person messaged me several times and we agreed a time to collect. The time came and went and eventually I chased them. Oh, give it to someone else. I can’t come, they said. I felt rather annoyed but this is about par for the course I thought. So I put them back on the site and half an hour later I had a taker. Very polite enquiry. I agreed a time again and wondered.

Spot on 11am the taker arrived. A young man with his partner. I showed them the bedside cabinets and apologized for the condition. Absolutely no problem they said. She, bubbling with gratitude, he efficiently lifting them into the back of the car. They were getting their first flat together next week. They can’t afford to buy new so essentially they will take what they can get with gratitude. They don’t want to start with a load of debt.

After they had left I reflected on how refreshing their attitude was. Incredibly polite. Eminently sensible. And how unusual at a time when consumer debt is escalating again to levels that are starting to concern the great and the good. I was brought up to avoid debt as much as possible. My parents saved then bought. They bought little and bought quality that would last. Several pieces of their furniture grace our home today. Far removed from the instant gratification that seems to prevail today. I am sure I won’t see the young couple again but I wish them every happiness and thank them for cheering up my day.