Hong Kong has her moments. Last night, at 28 degrees in the warm, last gasps of twilight, we looked out over Deep Water Bay, Middle Island and the outer Lamma Channel.
With sand between our toes and a cheap bottle of Shiraz propped up against my battered old beach bag, Monday evening rolled on in. About 8 minutes away, the city and her surrounds continued to splutter with life.
We waded out to sea.