Is this really Hong Kong?

...Arriving in Lamma, I saw a mad village of stray dogs, and stray ex-pats milling about in no discernable order. The village itself contained a swirling mix of hippies zipping by on bikes, Indian restaurants, Chinese markets, and kids playing all sorts of games. All of this in narrow, winding streets.

The "Family" trail lead out of town and into the next village. I took this trail, and soon discovered that I really was on a remote island. I mean I could have been anywhere in California. It was weird! Not a soul to be found, save the fellow walker. And the occasional burst of school kids. And the occasional biker....