China Revisited 2013 [33]

The Big Buddha

Our last day in China was both a day of preparation for our flight back to New York and a day for sight-seeing in Hong Kong.  We said our good-byes to Edward's grandmother and the two maids, who had been so kind and hospitable to these high-maintenance guests, loaded our bags into the van, and headed for the border.

It doesn't take long. There are two border check points, one for China itself and one for Hong Kong. Paperwork needs to be in order, passports ready.  After the second border crossing the van shifted from driving on the right to driving on the left, British style, and we crossed the river onto the islands that comprise Hong Kong.

It was a hazy January day, but even with restricted vision, it is clear that the harbor is extremely busy with all manner of boat traffic.

Our first stop was the airport hotel where we would spend the night in preparation for our early morning flight. Near the airport is a mall with a train station, Tung Chung, where we went next to meet Yujia, who was to arrive from Guangzhou to be with us on our last day. It is always a treat to have Yujia on board.

The mall also houses the cable car terminal for the aerial tours out over the Tung Chung Bay, up and over the hills that form the Lantau North Country Park to Ngong Ping Village, which lies at the base of "The Big Buddha." We tend to think of Hong Kong simply as a congested city, which is true enough, but it also includes forested hills on multiple islands.

Edward booked a "crystal cabin" for us, which meant the cable car had a clear glass bottom. It was both a generous gesture, as these crystal cabins are more expensive, and a bit of teasing since both Donna and I fear heights. Edward took advantage of this knowledge to remind us at every opportunity just how high up we were.

The glass bottom did not concern Edward or Yujia, nor, apparently, Edward's mother. They moved about quite happily, while we held onto the plastic seats.

 

I offset the effect of riding without visible support just a bit by setting my backpack between my feet to hide the view straight down. It also helped us to look straight out rather than down through the glass floor. For me, at least, once the car was out and away from the platform, I was OK.

 The cable ride is 25 minutes.  About 18 minutes into the ride, after we have crossed the bay and the first set of hills, the Buddah comes into view in the distance.  Because it was hazy, as I said earlier, the statue at first was mostly a dark, ghostly presence in the distance.

As one would expect of a Buddha, it just sits placidly atop the hill at some distance from the cable route.  We disembarked at Ngong Ping Village, which is a new commercial enterprise constructed as a tourist destination. I was surprised to learn that the Big Buddha itself is of recent construction; it was finished in 1996. There is a mix of commercial and religious forces at work here that I cannot entirely disentangle; but my best explanation is that after years of suppressing religious practices, the Chinese authorities have begun to encourage the ancient forms due to their commercial value. They are, in fact, beneficial to the local economy.  I realize as I make this observation that Hong Kong was under British control during the construction of the Buddha and the village. That fact does not dissuade me; I think my explanation is likely close to the truth.

There is a Buddhist monastery in the village to serve the needs of worshipers who come to the temples that are also part of the complex.

We had lunch in the village, but not at Zen Noodles, which had been my suggestion. As near as I can tell we ate at Ngong Ping Garden Restaurant.  I have eliminated most of the other possibilities -- Starbucks, Subway, Zen Tiawanese Bistro, da dolce Gelato Italiano -- you get the idea.

The village itself is basically one street of stores that head through a set of gates toward the Po Lin Monastery and the hill dominated by the Big Buddha. The Monastery is separated a distance from the shopping district by a stone-paved pathway lined with figures of historic generals whose deeds in battle have legendary status. The shrines in front of the monastery were filled with people burning incense.  Smoke and ashes were everywhere.

The Monastery itself is beautifully kept. Clearly the commercial prosperity of the new village has allowed the Monastery itself to prosper and, in turn, to serve as an colorful display of ancient art and architecture. The detail in these traditional styles is quite astonishing.  I am personally attracted to the little animals that one finds along the roof ridges, which were reminiscent for me of similar traditional styles in Korea.

 








After we had looked at the Monastery, we climbed the stairway to get a closer look at the Big Buddha -- 15 separate sets of 14 steps, or, 210 steps altogether. There are a few more steps at the top if one wants to pay a separate admission to get up close and personal with the Buddha itself, but we all thought 210 steps was plenty.

My impression was that few people, maybe just the seriously devout, actually paid the separate admission. Most settled for the 210 steps.  There was actually quite a bit to see from that vantage point. In the little rooms beneath Buddha's platform was a set of large room that had information about Buddhism, photographs and diagrams about the construction of the Big Buddha itself, and items for sale to help you remember your trip.

 At the bottom of the 210 steps again we stopped for a snack of tofu pudding in an eating hut that also reminded me of Korea -- plastic hung walls, outdoor cooking.  The tofu pudding was good although I don't have any memory of the exact taste.

Then, having seen the Big Buddha, we checked to see where in the world we were -- a mere 13,000 km from New York -- before we boarded our crystal cabin for the ride back to Tung Chung, Hong Kong.