
When I arrived at the ferry pier, my ears faintly detected the sound of electric guitar piercing the air followed by heavy drumming. I walked around in search of the source of the sound, which seemed to come from above the pier behind a locked door. Not having heard such sounds in a long time in the land of made-for-karaoke sappy pop, my blood was boiling. Around me, everyone else was putting their palms over their ears and cursing. It was a blessing from the God of Rock whom I met in Lantau Island last weekend.
The ferry ride was bumpy and rocky. My stomach wasn't feeling well since the morning, and this ride certainly did not aid the cause. Once i finally got off though, it was a whole different planet. Lamma is a beautiful island, with rolling hills adjacent to pleasant beaches with the standard HK outdoor seafood restaurants and fishermen. Jayne greeted me at the ferry with her two friendly dogs, and we walked up the hill. I felt transported back to the 1800s, walking past farmers on cement village roads surrounded by overgrown plants and rural houses.
Jayne's house perfectly matched the atmosphere of its surroundings - old-fashioned, comfortable and laid back. The living room had calming, cool white walls and floor, and a 2-story high ceiling, with a splash of color provided by a Tai Ping rug. The dogs immediately passed out on the floor, while I drank beer, ate homemade cookies and folded complicated paper airplanes with her adorable 5-year old eldest son, Tai.
We took a walk to Jayne's communal garden, where she grew tomatoes and other various plants. I suddenly saw myself being 5 years old, walking with my dad with visitors to see his plot of zucchinis in our communal garden in Colorado. Everybody seemed to know each other on the island, and it was a very pleasant vibe. Most of the residents were foreigners, and most of the kids spoke to each other in English.
When we got back, Spike, the younger son had woken up from his nap, so we headed to Jayne's friend's barbeque party. We walked through a stretch of typical Hong Kong beach-tourist stores, and swung around the corner back into tranquility until we arrived at the host's apartment. By then I was already in love with the island, frozen in time a mere 30 minute ferry ride away from all the madness.
Everyone at the barbeque was from somewhere else. They came to Hong Kong either for a business trip or vacation, and stayed. I thought, "maybe I would stay too." With its ultra-modern futuristic metropolis jam-packed with everything high end and luxury, older parts with food stalls and seedy bars, rural villages, mountains, beaches, and Lamma - all within 30 minutes of each other - Hong Kong has something to offer to everyone.
The conversations didn't last too long. After 1 glass of wine, I suddenly became nauseous and sweaty. Having managed to suppress the seasickness after I got of the ferry, it all gushed back after the alcohol weakened my defenses. My vision started to blur, and finally I had to lay down on the couch. It was so embarassing! They probably thought I was a lightweight, and I had no means to explain myself.
Finally, I managed back to Jayne's apartment and slept there for a bit. They asked me to stay over, but I had to wake up early for Dragon Boat racing. I was going to go home and sleep, but as the ferry approached Hong Kong Island, I heard the sound - THE sound - it was heavy metal for sure. The sparse guitar and drum sounds from earlier had ballooned into a full-on death metal moshfest!!
Here's proof that rock n' roll can save humanity. Upon hearing the noise, I quickly forgot about all my fatigue and sickness, and rushed towards the source of the sound. There were 3 more bands to go, and for a mere $160 HK dollars, it was open bar all night!
The bands were allright, but the crowd was insane. Unlike stuck-up New Yorkers who remain completely stiff at a rock show, Hong Kong people probably have so few chances to see rock bands that they were moshing like there was no tomorrow. I was suprised at the amount of people - especially the amount of females - that were partaking in the craziness. It was, simply put, awesome.

A couple of whiskeys later, and after the main act played its final encore, i was truly exhausted. I thanked the God of Rock, and I took a cab home.




























