Two hours on a Sunday afternoon on the Central ferry pier with a large group of party-people waiting... waiting for a boat, for a boat that crawled it's way to a gig on Lantau. Many of us decide to have our Sunday nap on the boat.
My friends’ happy faces! I like to think they were happy to see me! But, they were probably already happy anyway. They’d been at the party since Friday and they looked like they needed a bath and a hot meal.
Me and the trees!
I try competing with electronic music pumping out at full volume from 6 ft amps. All I gots is a guitar, a voice and a 2 ft amp. If it wasn’t for my dishevelled friends, I would've been performing to the trees.
The quickest way back home is to cross the death channel by sampan. The jet foils speed along here at twice the speed of light, the possibility of being cut in half was 2:1. Taking the safe way round would mean another 4 hour journey back. We have NO CHOICE!
We survive the death channel!
By a strange twist of fate, as we attempt the crossing there is no jetfoil in sight. However, immediately after we cross they come charging down the channel again. I think the sampan driver knew exactly what time those jetfoils would appear.
We are now chugging along in pitch dark. I start hallucinating: my sense of space is distorted, ships appear out of nowhere, waves lash the sides of the boat in a fatalistic frenzy. I'm sure the driver is falling asleep at the wheel! Why is everyone so calm???!!!
Finally, I can see Lamma. I feel soft and fuzzy on the inside.