McSnoopy mania had nothing on this. It was the middle of the night. Thousands clambered on to rooftops, camped out on beaches, all staring skywards, desperate for the first sight of a meteor shower.
As we gazed expectantly from the roof of our Sai Kung flat, next door neighbour May shouted she had just seen one. Then cold reality sank in . . . it was nothing more than the lights of a passing plane.
We decided to stay up to see the shooting stars show between 2am and 4am as apparently there was little chance of catching a repeat for 30 years.
Around us, neighbours staged rooftop barbecue parties, laughing in mild embarrassment with guests who had made long journeys.
Down below, gangs of laughing teenagers clutching sleeping bags made their way to the seafront.
Cars and buses thronged the road from Choi Hung to Sai Kung.
