After painfully climbing the 268 steps to see Hong Kong’s Tian Tan Buddha, Peter and I took a short bus ride to visit Tai O Fishing Village, also known as the Venice of Hong Kong. Since Venice, Italy is one of my favorite cities in the world, I had high hopes for this Asian-style water town.
On the Western side of Lantau Island lies the quaint fishing village of Tai O where the homes are built on stilts and the markets sell a plethora of unique dried fish.
Thankfully, the bus ride over from Big Buddha was only fifteen minutes, because Peter gets motion sickness and if that happened he may not have been able to indulge in the fishy street food I was about to force him to eat.
Surprisingly, after the bus journey, his stomach was even feeling decent enough for a quick boat tour through the village to see the local dwellings.
The only similarities to the scenic Venice canals were that the homes were on the water, but the ride was still an interesting peek into the lifestyle of the villager, many seen completing their daily fish related tasks.
During the excursion we were also on the look out for the elusory Chinese pink dolphins, which are known to be seen in these waters. But, not today. They remain a mystery to us.
After the water tour it was off to the Tai O market for a unique street food lunch. We passed through many fish booths, inspecting the edible products for sale.
I vetoed eating anything with eyeballs. Not that I am totally opposed to that, it was just not an eyeball sort of day.
Finally, after much debate, we settled on a meal of BBQ squid jerky. For just 10 HKD ($1.29 usd) we were given two pieces of dried squid that was barbecued and cut into strips.
It tasted like a fishy jerky and was chewy like a jerky, just not meaty like a jerky. At least it didn’t have eyeballs.
Dessert was an easy choice, a Charcoal Grill Eggy Pancake for 20 HKD ($2.58 usd). Basically, a waffle with no syrup.
A really good waffle, better than the Belgians.
I had seen and smelled these at many of the Asian markets, but none were using charcoal as their heat source. It seemed to make a very crispy difference. I popped every one of them, sauceless, into my mouth at a rapid rate of speed. Peter may have gotten one as a consolation.
It was now time to board the bus back to Buddha with our bellies that looked like one, full of fish jerky and waffles. Peter’s stomach may not like the bus ride back quite as much.