Continued from yesterday's post
Up and over a hill was another grave, this one dotted with fresh oranges and, curiously, lots of timber
I glanced up, and saw a pair of arched windows, unusual in HK, particularly in an island village, where homes are built to a spartan standard
and the entrance hinted at grand views from decades before
I crossed the threshold with some trepidation
Climbed the stairs, marveling at the fine rich wood
Thought, "I wouldn't mind having a window like this one, wherever we end up"
Further down the path was a house near the sea, the beginning of the oldest part of Ma Wan village. An ancient man wandered out of the house next door to this one, raised a fist and croaked orders in my general direction; he was more than a little senile
Did anyone still live in the fishing shacks? I wondered
Yep, somebody definitely lived in this one - they'd left their shoes neatly outside. And their door-guardians were still in good shape, too.
Someone had left their living-room door open. Note the ultra-modern Tsing Ma bridge overhead.
Typically, when the government decides to clear out a village to make way for redevelopment, villagers are compensated for losing their homes, or are given a flat elsewhere in HK. But more often than not it's only the elderly who remain, and they can't recreate their vital community in anonymous tower blocks. Canny villagers will often invest the $$, or rent out their new flats and live on the proceeds, while squatting in or near their old homes. These squats are equipped with all mod-cons like air-conditioning and satellite TV.
Kids-sized village transport, parked on the balcony
Here someone had parked their tiny village vehicle outside their house
These stacked sieves, commonly used around HK by the Hakka people, are great for drying seafood
I think these rows of planks were used as supports for drying fish; there were dozens of them right next to the water
Painting from a Tin Hau temple - portrays a scene from a few meters away
Salt-filled mats next to the pier, for preserving shrimp or fish
No cars or motorbikes: gives you an idea of the pace of village life
...but roller-skating is encouraged
In the small village square, freshly-caught fish dry in late afternoon sun
Next to the fish, a traditional rice grinder - perhaps for communal use?
From an abandoned home nearby, old-school facilities
This was once a kitchen; now the jungle's reclaiming the house
Metal doors gape, high above a forgotten warehouse
A group of high-school students were collaborating on a conceptual art project, using the houses for creative outlets & experiments
A student explained this poem she'd written on this door: "It's about the feelings I get in this old place, the wind and the sea, and I imagine what it would be like if I grew up here"
The few villagers in neighboring houses appeared mystified by all this youthful activity with paint pens and colored tape. They raised their eyebrows, but didn't comment.
Once this was....a series of sinks?
Some abandoned homes had mesh to prevent curious animals - like us - from getting inside
A miniature shopping cart parked outside someone's side door
A gorgeous mural, much better than those cheap-looking atrocities in nearby Ma Wan Park
Old kayaks stored in a crumbling wall
A fistful of kayaks
Veranda with a view - for the entire village
A local lady finishes her day's work
As the sun set, I made my way back through the park to modern Park Island, with its concrete highrises.
Eventually ended up spearing my Park'n'Shop sushi with bamboo chopsticks, amazed at the clear evening view, next to dozens of families & teens who were spending their Saturday night in a very village-like past-time: fishing from the pier.