This must be the new passenger liner terminal in the mist, seen from the back of the ferry to the island. I don't recall having seen this the last time I took the ferry.
The ferry pier
The sea weeds washed upon the shore to one side of the ferry pier.
Gentle waves coming in to bathe the sea weeds
On the way, I found plenty of this kind of flower, called variegated Shell Ginger (花葉艷山薑) (thanks to Pok Lok)
I have never seen their buds open. Ah, now I know what they look like when they do!
Another one such flower as it opens up
But I know that this one is called hibiscus
I also found lots and lots of these tiny star-shaped flowers on the way to the cliffs
An also these rose Myrtles (桃金娘/崗稔).(thanks to Pok Lok again) which were dotting the hillside everywhere
Outside of the stall at an intersection of the mountain paths, I found this strange looking flower. The stall owner told me that even he did not know what it name was!
This is a most peculiar flower. At the lower end of its stem, I discovered this tiny yellow flower-let, completely different from that at the top.
My first view of one of the headllands. The sea was shrouded in mist. One couldn't tell where the sky actually met the horizon of the sea.
A Spanish family on the way to the headland
The waves are coming in
Waves crashing against some reefs, sending a little shower skyward
Waves breaking over the reefs, all force spent.
More waves breaking over the reef
Sprays over the reefs
You can feel the power of the waves as they swish and slosh around the edges of the rocks
Waves breaking over the shore
You can see the line formed by the wave head
See how high they shoot into the air
Some waves break before they reach shore
There were some fairly deep sea caves
There were also wave pools close to the shore
One of the coves
When one goes higher up the hill, one gets a panoramic view of the way by which one came
In the distance, you can see the Clear Water Bay Club just across the narrow strait. The orange spot to the left of the photo is a young man edging his way as close as possible to the rim of the stiff cliff face but was so afraid that he had to do so crawling on his belly.
High up on the hill, I found this thistle
On the way down, I found this orange mushroom
The hillsides were also lined with these white flowers, Hundred of them on every tree: the profligacy of Nature! How many of them will survive to bear seeds?
A close up of one of them. So slender!
An arbor on the path. When shall I walk the same round the island trail again? The Indian philosophers, the Egyptians, the Stoics and Nietzsche all say that in an infinitely long time, everything which has happened is bound sooner or later to repeat itself in some form again and hence there'll be an "eternal return" of the same, like the waves of the ocean. But the recently deceased contemporary French philosopher Gilles Deleuze would say "yes, but the "eternal return" will relate, not to repetition of the same" but the eternal recurrence or repetition of "difference": difference between one thing, one phenomenon, one event and another and even difference within the same thing, phenomenon etc within itself in time, in place and in nature. Who is right? Who is wrong? Who is closer to the truth? What truth? Whose truth? Where? When? Which?