Making the most of the daylight, I tried to fit as much as possible before the night flight back to Dhaka. The train took me to another island, Lantau, where I was headed to see the largest Buddha in the world. This journey there was filled with excitement; a 30 minute lift ride over hills, mountains, valleys, beaches and waterfalls then Buddha emerged from atop the hillside. Made of bronze, he seems to guard the village of Ngong Ping. Many tourist rushed up almost 400 stairs to his feet resting on a lotus flower.
I stood in awe at his beauty and majesty. This journey is supposed to be reminiscent of Siddhartha first Buddha, and his journey to enlightenment. Ironically I brought the book along to enjoy,(Siddharthaby Herman Hesse) but haven’t had the time to dig in yet. Like many other modern marvels, the Hindu temple visited previously, and the pyramids, I am mostly inspired by the construction of such objects in a time far from modernity. The lift ride back down the mountain scared me a bit more than the journey up; I must have been filled with anticipation. A quick bus ride to the airport and my time at the Hong Kong islands comes to a close. This archipelago was filled with excitement and adventure. The airport sends you off with yet another capitalist BANG- Gucci, Fendi, Hermes, La Perla beg for your attention as you await your departure. This city, although filled with antiques and reminders of the old world, rivals any Western city when it comes to a model for capitalism. I get to travel back in time (2 hour time difference) to Dhaka.