My most recent trip to Asia came at such a sleep-deprived period of high stress for me that my whole time there seems like it was merely some awesome dream.
I had preconceived notions of Macau, sure: All you ever hear is the “Vegas of Asia.” I’m no fan of Vegas; thus, I didn’t have high expectations. But Macau? Nowhere close to Vegas. It’s oozing with Chinese culture and delicious food and Portuguese accents and couldn’t have been a more interesting place to visit.
And last time I checked, Vegas was no UNESCO World Heritage Site.
A special administrative region of China, Macau was first a Portuguese colony and major trading post back in the day (many a pirate sailed through its waters). It was handed over to China in 1999.
It is a peninsula, consisting of the islands of Taipa and Coaloane, as well, and is bordered by the Zhujiang (Pearl) River on the east, the Xijiang on the west. From atop the SkyTower, you can see the Guangzhou region in the distance, and it’s a quick 45-minute ferry ride to Hong Kong, which is where I went from there.
One of the quirkier facets I found was the free “gyms” sprinkled all over the city. Seriously, how cool a concept is this? A playground for adults! And people actually use them, too.
And how can you not love a place where canines get their own restroom facilities? Answer: You can’t.
There will be more Macau posts to come in the future; alas, the worst possible thing that could happen to a journalist did, in fact, occur: My notebook with every last note and interview from my Tennessee book and trips to Macau, the Arctic Circle, Israel, et al vanished, without a trace. Say a little prayer for me, pretty please?