The Sand Between: Camping on a Beach Outside Hong Kong

The Sand Between: Camping on a Beach Outside Hong Kong


Let me tell you why I decided to go camping on a beach outside Hong Kong for four days. When I was a kid, I hated camping on the beach. I remember that oily and greasy sensation of putting sunscreen on your body. When it was really hot, the sweat started dripping and mixing with the sunscreen and you ran to the water for comfort. but you could not stay in the water forever. You know what else I hated as a kid? Jeans and Chuck Taylors. But that’s another story. Anyways, if you were lucky, you had a campsite with hot water and you could take a shower before going to sleep. But even then, some sand would make its way back to you, because that is what sand does. It finds a way to cling to things and good luck trying to get rid of it all. You had to sleep in a tent with sand everywhere: inside, outside, in your sleeping bag, your hair, and on your pillow. And that little spot that the sunscreen did not cover was now burning and made it impossible to sleep in your favorite position. Now as an adult living in the city, I worry about things like: job security, career growth, future well-being, relationship stability, bills, and money, among other things. I worry about whether my next job will make me happy and I worry about whether I should travel more and work less. Sometimes I even worry about how others will perceive what I worry about and how they will judge the decisions I make in an effort to rid myself of those worries. Was that a mouthful? I know. And the cycle goes on and on. So I set out to the beach, and for those four days I only worried about the sand in my shoes, in my clothes, in my hair, and everywhere else. I worried about the mosquitoes that saw me as dinner and about the flies that circled my food. I worried about collecting wood for my fire and about the sun burning my skin. And I think that’s what I did not realize when I was a kid. Perhaps, all those times that I went camping with my parents they were never out here for the comfort, but maybe because for a few days, having only things like the sand between your toes to worry about felt so good.

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