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Hiking in Hong Kong

MacLehose Trail (1-4)

Distance:  52.5 km  

Time: 12 hours 42 minutes

Ascent:  2630 m

Date:  July 2018

Start:  Pak Tam Chung (M000)

End:  Sha tin Pass Road (M101)

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Do this hike if:

  • you think the more technical, the better

  • you love forever changing scenery 

Avoid this hike if:

  • you have an extreme fear of snakes

  • you are prone to sprained ankles

The MacLehose Trail, running 100 km across the New Territories, is one of the most famous and popular trails in Hong Kong. I had set my sights on it even before I arrived in this city, and had slowly worked my way up to it with a series of shorter hikes. Most people tackle the entire route over 4-5 days, but I aimed to finish it in two. I knew summer was probably not the best time of year to undertake this challenge, with heat and humidity at its highest and rain or storms likely, but the extended daylight hours would allow me to cover most of the trail while the sun was out. I waited for a break in the weather forecast with two consecutive non-rainy days, loaded up my pack with sweet potatoes and dates, and set out on this epic challenge. 


Note time taken includes stopping for no less than 850 photos across the two days. I could have hiked this much faster.

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Section 1: Pak Tam Chung to Long Ke




Summary: a long road with coastal views.


Starting a 100 km trail with a 9 km walk along a slightly undulating road was not particularly inspiring. The only saving grace was the views: High Island Reservoir on one side, the sea, studded with tiny islands, on the other. Rocky masses with green peaks jutted out from the water, disappearing into the clouds on the horizon. As I love any sort of coastal scenery, this outlook kept my spirits high during this section. 


The grey clouds hovering overhead were ominous, and within 3 km it was pouring down. Thanks to the weather forecast for saying it would be clear and fine today. I can handle wet clothes. Wet hair? No problem. But wet shoes are the worst. They stay wet for hours and are a breeding ground for blisters. And it couldn't have happened at a more inconvenient time: at the start of the hike. The end would have been more preferable. 


The rain came in bursts, heavy and light, for the next 30 minutes. Just when I thought it would stop, another downpour commenced. The only upside was that I was on a road, so I didn't have to navigate slippery slopes. At one point I ducked into a portaloo and hung out there for a while with a bunch of mosquitoes. 


Towards the end the road turned into a stone staircase, taking me high above the reservoir that was now lined with crazy hexagonal rock columns. Crossing over the summit brought views over Long Ke Wan Beach, which of course sent my camera into overdrive. I was almost too busy staring at the scenery to see the huge cow blocking the entire path, and I pulled up a metre short of it. I still wasn't certain about the local wildlife here, but after a few clicks of the tongue and calls for it to move on it obeyed, and wandered off down the mountain. 


Halfway down to the beach a sign announced that I was starting section two. This seemed like an odd place to start a new section, given there was nothing here and no road in sight, but from where I was standing it looked like I was going to enjoy the second installment. 

Distance:  10 km             Time:  1:57 hours             Ascent:  212 m             Descent:  113 m

Section 2: Long Ke to Pak Tam Au


Summary: hitting the beach and shitting my pants.


I presumed the path circled the beach but it took me right down onto the sand. I wasn't expecting to be at the water's edge, but at least it wasn't paved. Dozens of campers had set up here overnight, and many were hopping onto boats to head out for some sort of fun-filled adventure. I half wished I could join them.


The signs were a little confusing and I was off course slightly before my phone led me in the right direction. Then I was off the sand and onto the stairs. Thousands of stairs. Never-ending stairs. Every couple of minutes I would stop to take in the scenery behind or beside me, overlooking the beach, the bay and the reservoir. The latter was a brilliant turquoise colour now that the sun had started to show itself, and was almost as mesmerising as the coastal view. The climb was killing me but the scenes below made up for it. I couldn't believe I was still in Hong Kong.


The path undulated at the top, alternating between stone or concrete steps, mud (thanks rain), and rocks that were the perfect size for twisting ankles on. I could hear waves crashing below, which is possibly the best sound in the world. Eventually I headed down again on thousands more stairs, and ahead of me I could see the next lot that would take me up the adjoining mountain. It's a demoralising sight. At the bottom I crossed a road, passing people making their way to Sai Wan beach. Again, I wished I was going in their direction. 


It turned out I should have. Up the stairs I headed, making it close to the peak where it flattened out. After a while I realised I hadn't seen any route markers or distance posts for some time, so I pulled out the phone. Yep, I was nowhere near where I was supposed to be. Not only was I on the wrong path, I had climbed up that last set of stairs for absolutely no reason. Instead of crossing the road at the bottom I should have turned towards the beach and followed the happy day-trippers. No mountain involved. I backtracked until I hit the right trail, realising I had missed a tiny picture icon on a directional sign (up until this point all signs had been words, not pictures). I cursed myself for adding a couple of extra kilometres (plus elevation) to my day, and wasted almost half an hour when I was already pushed for time. 


Down to the beach, past a handful of shops and cafes, and onto a track that hugged the coastline. It was stunning. Leaving one beach behind I found another ahead of me, and the stairs led me down to the sand again. The sun was high in the sky now, clouds were parting and I was melting. It was tempting to stop for a swim, but that would have to wait for another day. 


After the sandy path the terrain turned into flooded grasslands (thanks rain), with large stepping stones providing a dry passage across the ground. It led me to a forest, the first I had seen so far, and a welcome relief from the blazing sun. It was here that the pants-shitting event occurred.


Walking along the trail, lost in my own thoughts, I noticed a movement on the ground directly ahead of me. Less than a metre away, one or two steps at most, was a snake sliding off the path. I had come across a few snakes before but this one would have to be the biggest snake I had ever seen in the wild with my own eyes. At least two metres long and as thick as my calf, I had no idea it was there until it moved. I'm glad it sensed me coming otherwise I would have stood on it for sure, being perfectly camouflaged against the rock. My heart rate was through the roof. I stopped until it had disappeared from sight then cautiously made my way forward, my eyes peeled for any further snake encounters. That could have put an end to this expedition very quickly.


I was semi-grateful the trail ended soon after this, where I made my way through a tiny town and onto a paved path through a forest. Surely I would spot a snake much more easily on this wide path. At least I kept repeating that to myself. The route led me up and over a large hill, with the shade providing some relief from the sun. Plenty of other hikers were out on this path too, which I'm hopefully would have scared any snakes away.


I came out at the water, but there was no beach here. Instead there were the remains of a long-forgotten town, buildings abandoned and taken over by nature. Then it was another uphill segment to a road, where section 2 ended. I was relieved to find two vending machines here so I could stock up on liquids. Surprisingly neither sold water, and they were out of electrolyte drink. I settled on a sugary mango juice, which wasn't great but consuming the cold fluid was refreshing. 


Two sections down, eight to go.

Distance:  16.2 km             Time:  3:51 hours             Ascent:  834 m             Descent:  797 m

Section 3: Pak Tam Au to Kei Ling Ha

Summary: the definition of a technical trail.


Section three was described online as one of two "very difficult" sections. I thought the long climb at the start of section two was very difficult, so I was afraid of how much how much harder it would get. Again I started with stairs heading up a hill, these ones made of stone and fairly uneven. The trees stopped and the sun shone down, the sweat pouring off me in streams. I'm sure whoever designed this route found the most gruelling course possible.


The top was worth it. Although the water was further away now, the panorama of ocean views and green mountain ranges was vastly different to what I had witnessed so far today. I could have stayed there for hours (if there had been any shade), enjoying the solitude and the scenery. But many more kilometres were calling my name, and time was quickly disappearing.


I followed the trail down to a campsite (devoid of campers), then straight away headed uphill again. There seemed to be a pattern of up, flat, down, repeat, with frequent views to keep up my motivation. There were no easy parts, the rocks, roots and mud (thanks rain) preventing me from getting into a rhythm. One rocky uphill section I swore took hours to complete as I clambered over mini-boulders, my feet never finding a level surface. The sun was also doing its best to slow me down, and I wondered how much sweat a human could physically produce. I recorded my longest kilometre here, 25 minutes, although I was surprised that number wasn't higher. I didn't pass a single other person on this section, which wasn't surprising.


It ended how it started, with million of stone stairs, but this time they were going down, they were in the shade and there were no views. It terminated at a road, again with multiple vending machines that also didn't sell water. It did have electrolyte though, which I guzzled down with joy. I would have preferred an ice bath, but this was the next best thing. Once I had recovered somewhat I pressed on, the day's end within sight.

Distance:  9.2 km             Time:  2:42 hours             Ascent:  618 m             Descent:  660 m