Our excursion to Sai Kung ran into choppy water, so we went to Lamma Island instead. After attempting to put in at a beach where our small boat couldn’t safely dock, we settled for what is known as Power Station Beach. It was just as charming as it sounds. I had some fun, though, and came back slightly burned for my trouble (though we rarely saw the sun peaking through the clouds/haze/smog).
The boat trip was exciting in a disagreeable way, with heavy pitch and roll along with scattered seasickness and a seizure on our way out. The ride back was less traumatizing but just as erratic in quality.
I got dumped all-too-easily from the “banana boat” into some of the nastiest salt water I’ve yet had the pleasure of having forced down my throat. Attempts at beach volleyball and Sea-Monkey in the Middle were more fun and required less effort. Stepped on (but did not break) a light bulb during the volleyball. I’ll take that as an omen of luck.
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