You know how some people like to jump out of airplanes armed only with a handkerchief, throw themselves off tall buildings tied to an elastic band or spend weeks wrapped in cellophane and stapled to the north wall of K2 just because it makes them feel alive?Â
You’ll be glad to know there’s a cheaper, more convenient way – if you live in or visit Hong Kong. All you have to do is take First Ferry from Mui Wo to Hong Kong Island.Â
Because of incessant reclamation, the waves in the harbour are now so big that every trip is a near-death experience. As the ferry comes hurtling into the narrow strip of brackish water between the Kowloon peninsula and Hong Kong, slamming down on the water like it wants to punish it, passengers fly around the cabin arse over tit, screaming with … joy, I suppose. The joy of having people puking all around them and being hit by flying cups of coffee and laptops.Â
It’s certainly better than a lull. But why pay for breakfast only to lose it twenty minutes later, I wonder.