MUI WO - PUI O

RISE OF THE MACHINES.
IMPOSING INDUSTRIAL FACILITIES GREET YOU UPON ARRIVAL TO MUI WO.

A TRUCK STOP?
WE DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT THIS MAKES US KINDA EXCITED...

CRUMPLED METAL SHEETS.
JUST COZ.

(MUI WO IS AN INDUSTRIAL WASTELAND.)

FACES OF FEAR.
NAH.

JUST RANDOM GRAFFITI.

HOLYFUCKSHIT WE MISSED THE START OF THE TRAIL.
WHAT ELSE TO DO BUT JUMP OVER THE FENCE??

GAY BOYS ARE SUCH ANARCHISTS.

THIS IS NO FUCKING JOKE.
WE COULDA DIED.

SELFIE ON SELF-TIMER.
CHRIS REFUSED TO PHOTOGRAPH US UNTIL WE FOUND THE TRAIL.

WE LOOK LIKE WE'RE TAKING A DUMP.
WELL DONE, HYPERACTIVE.

HM.
WE LIKE THE VIEW FROM HERE...

YEP, WE HAD TO CUT THROUGH THICK BRUSH IN ORDER TO GET ONTO THE TRAIL.

NATURE.
YUMMY ORGANIC TRAIL MIX.

OUR FUEL.

FINALLY, WE'VE REACHED THE SUMMIT!

COUPLE PHOTO TIME.

THE EARTH WAS AS DRY AS AN UNLUBRICATED ASSHOLE.

DID WE REALLY JUST SAY THAT? 

ABANDONED BLUE BOAT.

JUST COZ.

RED MAILBOX.
WE WANT ONE.

IT TOOK ALL OUR WILLPOWER TO NOT RIP THIS OFF OF THE BRICK WALL AND STUFF IT INTO OUR DAY PACK.

WE FUCKING CONQUERED THAT MOUNTAIN!

YELLOW BELLE AND YELLOW BELLS.

COLOURFUL BOATS.

AH, THE GLITTERING SILVER WATERS OF PUI O.

RESPITE FOR WEARY, STINKY FEET.

Mui Wo, for all its storied rustic charm, looks in parts like an industrial wasteland. It was to be the start of a walk which would take us all the way to Pui O. Chris was leading, as usual, because we just suck at directions. If we were in the lead, we would have been lost as soon as we left our apartment block.

But even with Chris in the lead, we managed to miss the start of the trail. We then had to squeeze through a fenced off area and walk along the steep, rocky coastline.

We were shit scared, we're not gonna lie. But even shit-scared, we just had to record the moment for posterity. We couldn't resist a selfie, taken on self-timer naturally.

"JAMES!" Chris hollered sternly. "Not until after we've found the trail!"

We sheepishly shoved the Canon back into our day pack and hurriedly tried to catch up with Chris, whilst trying our best not to slide off the steep rocks and promptly fall into the open sea. Death, at this point, just won't do.

"This may or may not work..." Chris warned, gesturing towards the thick brush we'd have to cut through. "We might get ripped to shreds."

Very promising!

After a few mishaps trying to grab on to dry, thorny branches to pull ourselves up, we finally managed to find the trail.

Whew.

Exhilarating.

The rest of the journey was a cakewalk - all 7 kilometres of it.

// GET FUCKING HYPERACTIVE! //