Sunday 20 January 2008

Day 41 – Beijing to Macau


I have counted 8,999,999 bicycles in Beijing that woman was lying. Oh shit, there is another one.

Alright cold is one thing but this is just taking the piss, overnight it has started snowing again. Fear not as we are booked on an afternoon flight for some much needed warmth to the historic former Portugese colony of Macau. To be honest it could be a bestiality haven for war criminals, as long as it's warm, I'm going. I have been watching the temperature for the last week hover around 20-22, however, they must have seen us coming as today it has fallen to 10, but after Beijing it still feels tropical.

We took a bus into the downtown area and started looking for somewhere to stay. We entered one hotel to be greeted by a chorus line of what one can only describe as 'good-time girls'. These girls were wearing more make-up than clothing and I can only suppose that in this third-world country they could not afford more material for their skirts – although the fishnet stockings and 5-inch stilettos seem to discount this theory.

In a succinct display of Sino-Irish relations (that Ian Paisley would have been proud of) Ciara dismissed the girls as 'Dirty, disease-ridden bitches' and decided we were not going to be staying. With hindsight, I suspect the hotel may have been used for more seedy purposes than just sleeping, therefore, I would suggest that anyone visiting Macau in the near future should steer well clear of:
The London Hotel, 18 Praca Ponte a Horta, Macau Peninsula, (avoid buses 10 or 10A from the ferry terminal which drop you right outside).

We found another hotel but I feel it lacked that certain je ne sais quoi.

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