Shangri-La or Fraggle Rock? Grass or pot-pourri?
Tree-huggers are in the minority these days, but just enough yin-yang face
painting, humourless energy-channelling and daft bongo-bashing ensures Lamma
remains worthy of a giggle. The HKTA's
"quaint fishing village" isn't off the hook yet.
(Click on the numbers in the illustration below for descriptions):
Flatmates from hell perform
Jack-hammer Djembe Jam For World Peace.
Thirty-kilogram fruitarian.
(There are two great vegetarian restaurants along Main
Street alone.)
Man walks Trixie, the mutt
that came with his (same as all the others) 700-sq-ft flat.
World traveller dips into trust fund.
(HongkongBank ETC: one of our most frequent stops on the
way to the ferry.)
Wealthiest man in this picture.
(Only motorised transport available, for goods only.)
Natural sea shells: the perfect
souvenir, only $1 each.
Doomed businessman races for ferry.
Miserable shopkeeper of 30 years,
yet to make eye-contact with a customer.
Dodgy odd-job geezer.
(Lamma-Gung?)
Long-haired man in pyjamas who has
forgotten what he is shopping for.
(Lamma-Gung as well?)
Very ugly Regional Council
structure.
Uncomfortable resident and
over-friendly visiting parents.
"Special" Lamma sea shells:
polished, painted with a Smiley face, just $10 each.
Crab (freed by 2.) makes run
for it.
Source of all those sea shells.
Kept up all night by yelping new
arrival, lonely man consoles himself.
"For rent: seaview flat furnished
with yoga mat, drum and Trixie."
What's going on there? (expired reader contest. Make up your own!)"