Po Lin Monastery

Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tian Tan / Lantau Island

Aware that the cable cars closed at 6:00, and that we were already staring at 5:15, the three of us hotfooted it through the twisting turning paths from the base of the Buddha to Po Lin Monastery, tucked back in the trees, away from the world. Before we could see the buildings, we could already smell the heady sandlewood incense burning in huge bowls all around. Between the smoke, the fragrance, and the dense trees, you truly felt a sense of mystery about the place.

Upon finding the buildings, however, you’re met with a burst of intense color—both in the buildings and the flowers. Vibrant reds, oranges, golds, and blues seem to burst from everywhere while still remaining dignified and solemn. It’s the kind of technicolor balancing act that only an ancient civilization (pre-Disney) could pull off.