Although the day had started hot and sunny, ominous rain clouds were gathering by the time we reached the pier.

The crew of the Jaspas restaurant boat had organised all our drinks and munchies, and so we headed off, listening to an eclectic mix of house, hip-hop and R&B.

We cruised along the coast of Sai Kung for the next two hours and before we knew it, the boat stopped at an unlit pier that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. At least the rain had held off.

As we stumbled ashore, we saw a small Chinese restaurant that had been turned into a traditional Bedouin camp, with tents and huge pillows to sit on. Large tables with hookahs had been set up around the tents, and smack in the middle was a free-flowing bar.

Again, the Jaspas crew took care of the food, and a DJ mixed the beats for us.

After a bit of drinking and hookah smoking, we explored the island, which was pretty unspectacular compared with our Bedouin camp.

By about 1am, there were only 15 of us left and we decided to head into town - after all, the Monday was a public holiday, so there was no reason not to party on.

But after a while it didn't seem like such a good idea. After an afternoon on the boat and an evening on a tranquil island, a crowded club with pumping music was just too much, so we all made our separate ways home.