Decided on an easy day today so after a lazy breakfast at our local coffee shop, off to visit the Big Buddha on Lantau island. This involved 2 metro trains then a hunt for the No.23 bus: not the N23 or the S23 both of which were easily found. The No.23 eventually was located hiding behind the cable car station. We could have taken the cable car but David vetoed it on cost and that it was a cloudy day. Bus journey was a white knuckle ride over a mountain and along a ribbon of a road but was a budget approved £1.70.
Big Buddha was big and up a breath catching 255 steps (not that we were counting) into the clouds, really in the clouds. From the bottom you couldn't see the top and from the top you couldn't see the bottom as our rubbish photos will show. It was also really windy up there again demonstrated in the photos.
Quick stroll around the monastery and the tourist village before our snack stop. David had a hot baked mashed taro sago pudding. Yvonne has a cold mango pomelo sago and tofu desert soup. Both were fabulous and it's a shame they don't have them at home.
Returned the same way we came on the ultimate bus journey, with the road signed indicating 1 in 6 inclines passing through small seaside villages at breakneck speed.
A spot of light shopping for Yvonne at the mall next to the bus terminus. Apparently it's one of only a few outlet malls in Hong Kong but this maybe a lie and might be an excuse to offer a token to the God of shopping for her safe return journey.
Attempt number 2 at Peking duck turned out the same as the previous night (no duck for only two) so we enjoyed having the runner up choice of noodles and chicken. Chicken on the bone was a challenge with chopsticks. Restaurant was a bit posh for us, the napkins were embroidered and not paper. The restaurant was in a mall and opposite was a Tesla car sales point. Another that won't take David's Ford Focus as a trade in.
On our walk back to our hotel we stumbled onto a street that wouldn't be out of place in Beverley Hills, one of the biggest units was being fitted out for an opening in summer for a Tesla dealership, we will all be driving them soon.
Rounded off the evening with cocktails and a live jazz trio in Carnegie's the bar next to our hotel. We were going to go to a Mexican bar over the road but as its cinco de mayo (5 May is a big holiday in Mexico) you couldn't get near the place and the pavement was littered with Mexican straw hats and decapitated straw donkeys, it was 1980's Magaluf all over again.