So after my Hong Kong experience, I hopped (literally) onto a ferryboat, which took me over the short strait to Macau. Like its neighbour, Hong Kong, it is an "autonomous region" within the People's Republic of China, allowing it to set its own immigration policy and laws. Lucky for me, since I didnt need a visa to visit, and lucky for all the entrepreneurial types who have leapt upon the region's unusually lax gambling laws to make Macau the Las Vegas of the East. What used to be a quiet Portuguese colony island, has been inundated with glitzy casinos and hotels, and there's more and bigger ones on the way.
I met up with Angela and her folks at the Venetian Hotel, possibly currently the most famous on the island. It was my first experience of 5 star accommodation, and although luxuriously comfortable, we all agreed it was predictably tacky in the extreme. It's Venice themed, as the name suggests, from an exterior modelled on Piazza San Marco, to a surreal interior canal, complete with singing gondoliers and a fake sky, set to a perpetual watercolour dawn. The rest of the (huge) building was shops, a huge casino, and more shops. It was really more of a casino-mall with a posh hotel tacked on, than a hotel itself.
So we luxuriated in the big bath and soft bed, and even had room service breakfast. Its not like we're going to be doing this again in a hurry, so why not, eh?
Unfortunately, while the original plan was to stay only one night in Macau, get my visa the next day and leave that evening together, it turned out that the next day was a holiday and the Taiwan Trade and Cultural Office (nearest thing they're allowed to an embassy) was shut. Luckily the Hong's have an old school friend who works there, Mr Chang, and he very kindly put me up for the night and helped sort out my visa smoothly the next day.
Behind the lights and glitz of the casino boom lies remnants of the old colonial Macau, and in many places it seemed more like we were walking around a European city, just with lots of Chinese tourists. Pretty much the whole Portuguese population has left though, or been refused re-entry, since China took the place over, so only the buildings remain.
Can you see your two intrepid correspondents somewhere in this picture?
That night Mr Chang took me out to see the bright lights, to pontificate on the failings of the harbour-front development, explain the Feng-Shui behind the design of casino lobbies, and dish the dirt on the heated feud between the big boss of Macau casinos (he owns the Grand Lisboa) and his namesake, the departed mayor of Macau. Looking at the sea of neon lights, huge building projects, and glassy-eyed gamblers it hardly needed explaining that the casino interests won. Now around half the population work in the casinos or associated hotels..
The next day was much more relaxing. Once I put in my visa documents, I had all day to wander round the old town. Everything in Macau city is pretty much within walking distance, if you dont mind the heat. Went to see the ruins of the Catedral de Sau Paulo, complete with reliquary stacked full of genuine martyrs bones.
and found myself on top of the old colonial fort, wishing for one last cannonball and a bucket of black powder...