Cheung Chau is a tiny town in between the neverending body of the Tsing Ma Bridge and the sea of Ap Lei Chau (in Hong Kong Island). It is a small island 10 km southwest of Hong Kong Island, is nicknamed as the ‘dumbbell island’ for its shape. The population is about twenty-three thousand and has an area of 2.45 sq. km. The island is an ideal venue for biking and fishing, as well as a good place for hiking. The little island is also famous for the Tung Wan beach.
Mr. Lalwani was the head of my group, the Green group. We called ourselves the Green Mini Yodas. There were 26 people in the Green group, and there were Boss 7 and Dynamo 1 to name a few. My sleeping mates were Dynamo 4, Camper 25 and another Dynamo that I’m not sure about the number. When we arrived, we put our big bags in a three-wheeled motorized vehicle. Then the Green group went rafting. Our raft floated. We had a few bamboo sticks and a few strings and also four tires to make the raft, so we tied knots to do so. After lunch, we did the great race. The aim of that was to find ten places in Cheung Chau as fast as possible to answer questions. We arrived back at the Sports Ground at about 16:30 and we were fourth.
Just so you know, I hate the hill.
The hill is a long slope from the Cheung Chau Sports Ground to the Ming Fai Camp.
The hill looks like this:
(well, that’s not the painful part)
It takes seven minutes to get to the dorm. When you think you’ve got to the top of the hill, there’s another one.
The shower was pretty hot and was like home. The room was quite big but the beds were really hard. Dinner was at the cafeteria and it’s a lot better than the food we have in this cafeteria. After that we practiced the team chant (We are the Yo-yo-yo-yo Yodas!) and we had a night hike. Then it was bedtime.
After that was rock climbing (difficult but I was successful), bread making (really dry) and tie-dying. When I dyed my shirt, I made a few knots and sprayed it orange. (I’m thinking of wearing it tomorrow.) After that we rode a sampan to Sai Wan, had a walk there and went caving in the Cheung Po Tsai Cave.
Storytime (by Mr. Sanjay Lalwani)
Monks live in a monastery. Four monks didn’t have a monastery, so they decided to build one. It takes four years to build a monastery.
As they were laying down the last brick, they saw a dustcloud in the distance.
It was a man in a black motorcycle!
Everything was black–the helmet was black, the jacket was black.
Even the spokes on the wheels were black!
The man killed one monk, burnt down the monastery, and went off.
The remaining monks were like, “What the–”
If you have been building a monastery for four years, and a man came and ruined everything, you wouldn’t be very happy, wouldn’t you?
The head monk said, “No, no. We should forgive the man! Let’s rebuild the monastery.”
As they were laying down the last brick, they saw a dustcloud in the distance.
It was a man in a black motorcycle!
Everything was black–the helmet was black, the jacket was black.
Even the spokes on the wheels were black!
The man killed one monk, burnt down the monastery, and went off.
The remaining monks were like, “What the–”
If you have been building a monastery for eight years, and a man came and ruined everything, you wouldn’t be very happy, wouldn’t you?
The head monk said, “No, no. We should forgive the man! Let’s rebuild the monastery.”
As they were laying down the last brick, they saw a dustcloud in the distance.
It was a man in a black motorcycle!
Everything was black–the helmet was black, the jacket was black.
Even the spokes on the wheels were black!
The man killed one monk, burnt down the monastery, and went off.
The head monk, the only monk that was left, wasn’t happy. He decided to know what was going on.
So he went on his red motorcycle.
Everything was red–the helmet was red, the jacket was red.
Even the spokes on the wheels were red!
So the monk chased the man in the black motorcycle.
And he caught him!
The monk asked the man, “I’ve been building the monastery for twelve years, and you’ve ruined everything. What’s up with you?”
The man said, “I’ve done this to prove to you that red motorcycles go faster than black motorcycles.”
-by Sanjay Lalwani
Once again I’d like to thank Mr. Lalwani (it’s the third time).
Oh no…there was packing. I was elated that I would see my parents and my family tomorrow, but packing was in the way.
We had a barbecue and the team chants. (We were horrible!) After that, I went to bed.
The next morning, we had biking. I could feel the cool breeze of the morning flapping against my spine. Alpha-Adventurer 1 fell off his bike and had an awful cut. We passed the pier and I knew, from the bottom of my heart, that I would be there soon that day.
At two o’clock, it was time to go. The fast ferry was slowly, so slowly, distancing and pulling away from the extraordinary island. It would be a goodbye to the hill to the camp. I had been so sure I had all my belongings that I would have reported crime for a missing underwear. I was eager to meet my family, but still…
As I was having a bite of the Häagen-Daz ice-cream sandwich my mother was forced to buy for me, I thought of the hot weather compared to this cool feeling. I had learnt so much…like telling long pointless stories, rock climbing, tie-dying and bread-making…that I was sure my IQ and my physical ability had improved. (It was proved when I got an Exceeding Expectations in my run today instead of the ordinary Approaching Expectations.) Next time, I need…
…mosquito repellent.
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