The following day was also a holiday. Our HK colleagues at the Service Unit explained it as «Hike for the Dead». There is some legend associated with this , which I have forgotten. Ingrid and I decided to stay local. Sha Tin has the Heritage Museum, which is highly praised in Lonely Planet. So we walked down there. This involved in some «long cuts» circumnavigating traffic machines until you find an underpass or pedestrian bridge. Inside it was cooool.!! We ordered yearly passes , which we child collect on our way out. We decided to be systematic and begin at the top and work our way down. Favourite son Bruce Lee was the subject of the first exhibition. His films are not among my favourites, but I have to admit my American colleague, Abraham at LYs, did have a point, his book collection did show him to be an intellectual with strong philosophical leanings. There was a photography exhibition, too, of somewhat uneven interest. Some items took my fancy, others not. On a lower floor was an exhibition of Tibetan cloth paintings and next to it a collection of Chinese porcelain. A monster head and a braying camel particularly captured our imagination. Lower down came the section on Hong Koog history. This was fascinating but by then we were tired and hungry so we popped into the noodle restaurant.
After collecting our annual cards and a brief debate, we heeded for a Taoist temple. Tis involved a traipse along a heavily trafficked highway, crossing it and then finding the temple in the middle of a small housing project. There was as usual a lot of joss sticks burning and in the empale a lot of drumming and chanting. Getting back to central Shat Tin we badly needed to cool down so popped into the shopping mall. We should not have done so. It was packed, presumably with many shoppers who would have been at Mong Kok or Causeway or Admiralty or Central had it not ben for the demos.
After collecting our annual cards and a brief debate, we heeded for a Taoist temple. Tis involved a traipse along a heavily trafficked highway, crossing it and then finding the temple in the middle of a small housing project. There was as usual a lot of joss sticks burning and in the empale a lot of drumming and chanting. Getting back to central Shat Tin we badly needed to cool down so popped into the shopping mall. We should not have done so. It was packed, presumably with many shoppers who would have been at Mong Kok or Causeway or Admiralty or Central had it not ben for the demos.