Hiking in Hong Kong
Distance: 36.7 km
Time: 9 hours 26 minutes
Ascent: 1808 m
Date: December 2018
Start: Yung Shue Wan, Lamma Island
End: Yung Shue Wan, Lamma Island
Do this hike if:
you are after a hike with a bit of everything
you want to battle with nature
you love secluded, picture-perfect beaches
Avoid this hike if:
you prefer not to be attacked by the local vegetation
you have a phobia of dogs
you like well-marked trails that are easy to negotiate
Lamma, a sleepy, car-free, fishing island that is known more for its beaches and seafood than its trails. When people talk about hiking on Lamma, they are usually referring to the paved, gently undulating, 5 km long Family Walk. This was not what I was after. I wanted off-road, climbing, peaks, seclusion and far-reaching views across this narrow stretch of land. And that's exactly what I got.
After jumping off the ferry in Yung Shue Wan, the first thing I did was ascend a set of stairs. Even over here I can't escape the famous Hong Kong steps. I made a loop around the north side of Lamma and found it was entirely paved, which had me wondering if this was going to set the tone for the rest of the day. I severely hoped not. There were a couple of decent lookout points, but as the sun was still rising most of the scenery was poorly lit. This section was fairly underwhelming.
As I left the northern coast I spotted a narrow trail off to my left. My map indicated this path circled around a peak called Pak Kok Shan and ventured out towards the coast. I couldn't resist checking out a dirt trail. The single track was easy to walk along, with a few minor ups and downs to keep it interesting. It would be perfect for trail running. The views along the water were fantastic, with the sun rising over Hong Kong Island and the east coast of Lamma. Intersecting paths gave me the choice of dozens of routes, which I ended up choosing at random. I presumed I would return to the main road at some point, but instead I found myself continuing south along the trail, savouring the solitude and taking in the unspoiled surroundings.
Lamma Winds to Tin Hau Temple
I must have missed a turn off, because the trail narrowed into dense scrubland with no obvious way forward. I could see a road down below, so I pushed my way through the bushes, jumped a fence and landed on the firm bitumen. Looking directly up I was greeted by the giant blades of Lamma's single wind turbine, known as Lamma Winds. The base was only metres away, along with several information signs, but I wasn't in the mood for a science lesson. Instead I hopped straight onto another dirt track, which was named Snake Trail on my phone. I seriously hoped that wasn't a sign of things to come.
Snake Trail was excellent, a trail runner's dream (if only I was running). I made a few detours - I climbed to the top of a small peak for views over both sides of the island; I ventured down steep stairs to a town on the coast, hoping to take photos along the water (it didn't happen); and I paused briefly at one of the caves built by the occupying Japanese forces during World War II (there are several scattered over the island). I would have missed it entirely if my phone hadn't told me it was there. The entrance was as tall as me, and when I peered inside the end wasn’t in sight. I was a little tempted to explore it further, but without a torch I thought I would take the sensible option and move on.
Snake Trail finished at a concrete path that led to Luk Chau Village. Only a handful of buildings were erected here, and they all looked dilapidated - smashed windows, crumbling walls, no sign of civilisation except for a couple of locals on the water. I skipped right through the village and made my way towards Tin Hau Temple, one of several temples on Lamma with the same name (Tin Hau is the Chinese goddess of the sea). This one was the least well known and visited, which was as good a reason as any to check it out.
There was only one thing in my way: dogs. Big, snarling dogs, who took one look at me and decided they didn't like me. I clapped loudly and made random noises with my mouth, which had the desired effect of forcing the dogs backwards but they didn't give up the growling. This lasted for several minutes, until I had almost reached the temple. Which was where I ran into dozens of dogs, coming at me from every direction and all joining in the barking medley. I halted immediately, sizing up my options: persevere or retreat. To my relief, a local man appeared out of nowhere and took charge of the situation. With one whistle the dogs were running towards a house on the water, obediently flowing through the gate to be detained behind a fence. As I cautiously passed by I glanced into the property. My guess was that there were at least 50 dogs living there, all looking healthy and well cared for but obviously not fans of strangers. The yelping didn't cease - it persisted for about five minutes after I had left, the howls carrying through the trees. I did make it to the temple. I'm not sure it was worth it.
Tin Hau Temple to Sok Kwu Wan
I left the temple in a different direction to avoid the wrath of the dogs. In doing so I inadvertently cut through someone's backyard, but the lovely couple didn't seem to mind and gladly gave me directions back to the main path. I wandered through the ghost town of Luk Chau again then looked for a turn-off to a nearby trail. I found the turn-off - entirely blocked by a gate with a YMCA sign on it. I searched the area but there was no way through. Walking along their fence I arrived at a lookout over the beautiful forest I had planned to hike through, complete with a small lake in the centre, but it was all private property. Disappointed, I returned to the concrete path that would lead me all the way to the island's second largest town, Sok Kwu Wan. This route was part of the Lamma Island Family Walk, and was much busier than the almost empty dirt tracks I had been hiking along. But the frequent views over the fishing village, as well as the vibrant blue Picnic Bay, more than made up for this interruption to my idyllic adventure.
As I reached the coast I passed another Japanese cave called the Kamikaze Cave, a popular tourist attraction on Lamma. It was a great deal larger than the first and presently functioned as a rubbish dump. The Japanese had the cave built to hide speedboats rigged with explosives, to attack any advances by the Allies. The history was interesting; the cave was not.
Sok Kwu Wan consisted of one strip of seafood restaurants lined up along the bay, overlooking a vast number of fish farms in the water. I guess noon on a weekday wasn't the most popular time to be here, as only a handful of people were sitting at the tables. The sight of freshly caught or soon-to-be-slaughtered seafood has never sat well with me, so I hurried through the town to continue my trek on the other side.
The definition of technical
Leaving Sok Kwu Wan behind I followed a boring asphalt path looking over at Hong Kong Island. My aim was to reach Mo Tat Wan village then continue along a trail marked on my map. I found the village, then soon after saw the turn-off onto the trail. This is where the fun ended. The trail started out innocent enough, but soon became so evil that I almost swore off ever hiking again. My phone said I was on a trail. The ribbons in the trees said I was on a trail. But I didn’t feel like I was on a trail. The further I went the more dense the forest became, until I had to physically push the foliage out of my way to see where my next step was going to be. I ended up bent over double due to the low hanging branches, and I couldn't see my feet beneath the thick vegetation. Every step had me tripping over unseen, vine-like roots. I came out unexpectedly at a viewpoint, where I relished in the freedom to stand up straight for a few seconds. Reluctantly, I continued along the trail, hoping for further views at the top of the hill or a stunning coastline panorama, but neither of these appeared. Instead all I saw was the barrage of greenery that was whacking me in the face, and I was over it. Giving up, I trudged back the way I came, counting down the steps until I was free. I almost kissed the concrete when it appeared in front of me. Never underestimate the ability to stand upright while walking. My legs and arms were covered in scratches, I had collected half a tree in my hair, and numerous threads had been pulled from my shirt - this definitely was not a running-friendly trail.