It was misting and thundering when we got to Ngong Ping. I love when the mountains in China are shrouded in fog. This seems to be their natural state, and it reminds me of the brush paintings of karst landscapes from Chinese restaurants. The Buddha, true to its reputation, is big. It sits atop a peak bordering the village. We climbed the stairs, took pictures, viewed some breathtaking scenery, visited the Po Lin monestary, and made our way back.