While already on Lantau Island, I decided to journey over to Tai O Fishing Village. These kinds of places attracted me because I’d grown up with a father who, had he had his wish, would probably have wanted to fish for a living. We’d be woken at 4 a.m. to journey out into the local bay between islands that my father could navigate with his eyes closed.
So there I was, busing to a village because of its connection to my childhood. I’m not sure what I expected to find, but I can assure you, there wasn’t much to see. It was rather a dingy corner of Hong Kong with a fishy smell on the day I wandered around the seaside village.
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