work and no play make Jack a dull boy. With this saying in mind
our class went on a picnic one sunny day.
we were crossing the harbor, a panorama presented itself before
our eyes. The eastern sky was painted red while golden sunbeams
gloriously pierced through the morning fog and lighted up the whole
world. Acrobatic seagulls were giving a fascinating performance
of fancy somersaults over the glistering, watery carpet. Houses
on either side of the harbor were still half asleep amid the morning
When the ferry was at last tied beside Kowloon pier, we disembarked
and assembled on the bus which would take us to our destination——Castle
Peak, a lofty mountain situated on the south-western end of the
Kowloon Peninsula. After staying in the concourse for about five
minutes it finally shook itself off the queue and began its long
Our bus was a mad symphony of engine, horn, laughter, off tune singing
and shouting. This went on for half an hour. After that our spirits
subsided to a calmer journey. Only then did we notice we were on
the outskirts of town. Buildings became fewer and fewer as our bus
seemed to drive faster and faster. In place of busy streets and
crowded houses were fields and hills, and huts dotted here and there
along the country-side. All these seemed to be traveling too as
our bus drove past. Now and again we saw a worn-out sampan playing
hide-and-seek with the fishes. Bathing-sheds half-hidden alongside
the road were now a familiar sight.
No sooner had our destination come into sight than the girls went
wild with delight and cried “Hurrah!” At last the driver put on
the brake and the exhausted engine came to a standstill. Having
alighted we were divided into four groups, ten in each, and patiently
awaited the teacher’s “Forward march!” if you have seen a screen
comedy about army recruits, you don’t need much imagination to picture
what the 40 of us looked like at the bus terminus.
an hour later found some of us racing in the fields while others
tried catching fish in the stream with their bare hands. As our
group was particularly fond of hiking, we decided to challenge Castle
Peak. We were almost half-way up when the slope suddenly turned
sharp and barren. We stopped for breath, but there was neither a
branch to shade us nor a rock to ease our feet. We tramped steadily.
Luckily the climb was easier than we had anticipated. Once we were
on the summit the atmosphere changed. Here peace and tranquility
reigned. No more noises from vehicles or trains. The trees were
whistling low and the grass nodding its welcome for us.
was then 11.00 a.m. and the cries of our empty stomachs brought
us into action. Some went gathering dried-up branches for the stove
while others fetched fresh water from a nearby stream. Thus we prepared
our mid-day meal-but you can be sure we were not prepared for the
sandy seasoning we got in our cooking.
pots and pans aside we could at last enjoy the sight of delicate
butterflies fluttering gaily among blooms and bushes, and white
clouds sailing unhurriedly. About 100 yards downhill, there was
a spring let foaming and dashing, leaping and rushing over rocks
and pebbles. Are these not the manifestation of God’s power? They
are the miracles which we often insist as non-existent.
everything must have its beginning so also has it its end. Soon
the day turned to sunset and we must pack up for the return journey.
Though reluctant and sad were our hearts, the thought that should
another occasion arise we would surely revisit it was a great consolation.