It’s A Miracle, Isn’t It?

I love my house, my beach and my island (Lantau Island in Hong Kong) but sometimes I wish it was just a little bit closer to Shenzhen! Going there is, quite frankly, a bit of a drag. For years I used to take the ferry to Central, then the Star Ferry to Tsim Sha Tsui and then a taxi to Hung Hom station before finally getting on the train to Shenzhen. This trip took more than two hours.

Then a Lantau taxi driver, who else, told me about the direct bus from Tung Chung (pronounced DUNG Chung, helloooo) that doesn’t go all the way to Lo Wu, admittedly, but still shaves an hour off the travel time. Since then my life has been much better. I’m on that bus as we speak, writing this as we cross the Tsing Ma Bridge in beautiful, sparkling clear weather.

Isn’t it amazing that one can sit on a moving bus and write stuff that at the click of a button can reach the whole world within a second? Yes! Amazing! I can’t get over it.

Of course the bus can never beat the train, but on the other hand the people running the bus services in the mainland aren’t as zealous as those on the train, for example when it comes to hair-related crime:

深圳 （Sam Jan – Deep Drain/Shenzhen)
羅湖 (Lo Wu – Net Lake)
青馬大橋 (Tseng Ma Daai Kiu – Green Horse Big Bridge/Tsing Ma Bridge. so called because it goes from 青衣, Tsing Yi [green clothes] to 馬灣, Ma Wan [Horse Bay])