Bye Waldo!

Ok, I'm back. Before I forget, here's my memories of Macau.

Hotel Room: Toilet that looks like a spaceship. Stupid control panel next to the bed that does everything in the room. (You get up for a piss, walk all the way to the bathroom in the dark, then remember you have to hit this tiny button back on the bedside table. You also need a degree in contortionism to be able to change TV channels while watching to see what's on)

Waldo Casino site: Not ready, hectic, stupid cleaners sweeping dirt back and forth to each other. Walking from Basement 2 up to the 2nd floor about 7 times a day because the stupid elevators were fucked. Glad to leave when I did.

Streets of Macau: Dirty, but no worse than Hong Kong, better than Bangkok. Thousands of motor-scooters. Russian prostitutes (They sure get around!) Black taxis, with automatic door openers and funky little receipt-printers on the dashboard.

The Embassy Bar: This place tries to be like Raffles hotel in Singapore, lots of whitey ex-pats hanging out there, including some ex-FBI pensioner. A lot of casino-industry bods, mostly Australian. Filipino and Burmese bar staff. Jonas the soccer-mad Swedish manager. Getting too drunk one night and leaving my credit card behind the bar. Trying to chat up a 40 y/o Chinese dance instructor. Hearing the life/sob story of some poor-little-rich-girl (English, but born in HK)

Me: 'So Hong Kong sucks? So leave!'
Her: 'But do you know how much money I make, how much property I own...blah..blah.'

Ahh the extreme humour of messing with people's minds....

Anyway, I just needed to data-dump all that stuff before I forgot it.