Macau

I'm sick as a dog now, but I just have to do this because I am a sucker for tradition (I think). And that tradition is writing about a trip I've taken once I'm back, even if I have hardly any fond memories of the destination.

Before you start reading, please accept my apologies for this very uninteresting post and an equally uninteresting title. I am just not inspired.

Anyway, here goes...

Some things never change - Chinamen still blow their snot into their hands and dig their noses in public, and Senado Square is still dressed with gaudy lanterns that erode the beauty of the historical place.



I guess all the decorations must be for the coming Mid-Autumn Festival, otherwise known as the Lantern Festival.

Like I said in a previous post, Macau saps my soul. I spent most of my waking moments shuttling between The Venetian's convention centre and Grand Hyatt Macau. I wasn't motivated to explore Macau when I've already done so three years ago with Josh.

But on the last day, because my flight home was delayed and I had too much time on my hands, I took a cab out to hunt for Lord Stow's famous Portuguese egg tarts. I ended up at the edge of the sea, in Coloane Town Square.

The shop was small and packed with eager, hungry people. The exchange of cash and boxes of famous egg tarts were made fast and furiously.



One box of golden medallions costs MOP40 (S$5). How pretty. And they were truly delish.



Then with my boxes of tarts in hand, I walked around the area and saw a number of shops selling nothing but salted fish.



And 10 minutes later, I've seen all I could see in the town, and returned to the hotel.

So much for planning to spend my last day in Macau like a tourist.