The second day of the camp was at the youth hostel at Chek Keng, an hour and a half’s hike into the forest of the Sai Kung protected area. On the way we passed through the fascinating abandoned village that I had explored previously here.
The youth hostel – all peeling paint and iron bunks – sat overlooking a glistening stretch of ocean that protruded, lake-like, between the forested hills. All around there were birds hopping in treetops, the sound of gentle waves lapping and little else. It reminded me of Japan.
That night it was freezing. Gusts of fierce wind were blowing and the temperature dipped to a chilly eleven degrees. But luckily the next day the sun came back out, just in time for us to return to civilization via a speedboat – which was awesome.