Four bedrooms, three full washrooms, kitchen, dining room, living room - this place is bigger than a floor of our house in Toronto!
Here's my cousin Lois and my aunt.
I don't know what this thing is supposed to be. In Chinese, it's name is ah Foot which doesn't translate into anything as far as I know. Lois is extremely fond of it, but it seems the rest of the family hates it.
Here we are at some automotive sport museum. The ticket collector was a Philippino lady who spoke Chinese better than I could ever hope to. It always freaks me out when I run into non-Chinese people who are fluent in the language. It shouldn't really, but I'm just not used to it yet.
L to R: Me, my cousin Duk Mun, his wife, May and Lois.
Turns out that Macau is famous for its on-street racing circuit. Lots of famous F-1 racers made their start in Macau's F-3 circuit. Kinda like the Ex grounds back home.
L to R: My cousin Simon, Lois, May and me.
After the museum, we headed up to the top of some mountain. I've never ridden as many cable cars as I have in HK.
I remember why I don't ride cable cars now, I'm afraid of heights. Sure I'm smiling, but only because I'm glad to get off that death trap. The following are some shots I took when I got up there.
You all probably know that HK was once an English settlement. Well, Macau was once a Portugese settlement. Everywhere you look, you'll see reminders of the culture that the Portugese left here.
From the architecture to the language, from the food to people, it's a really strange blend of cultures. I loved it here, it was like Europe, except I could understand what everyone was saying.
We went into this one church because they were having an exhibition of sculptures and art.
The streets of Macau: cobbled walk ways and little scooters trying to run you over.
The street food was decidedly better here than in Thailand or China.
There's a story to this church, but I forget what it is. I think that it was set afire and by the time they put out the flames, all that was left was the front of it.
Remember these? We used to call them dragon snaps or something like that.
I haven't played with these since I was in junior high. We had great fun throwing them at strangers as they walked by that day.
We went go-karting in Macau. We didn't get a chance to take photos since we were all on the track, but here's one of a stranger.
One of Mr. Stanley Ho's casinos. He owns a bunch of them here. Makes a killing off them too. Inside, there were tons of people from the mainland, dropping cash like it was on fire. I've never seen spending like that before.
My aunt gave both me and Lois HK$300 to play with on the slots. Somehow, I was wiped after 20 mins on the HK$2 slots. WTF? Anyway, I just hung around and hid from my aunt for another 20 mins so that she wouldn't think I was too much of a loser.
Here's something you don't see in Toronto. The utensils are less than clean in HK, so it's customary to soak everything in the tea they serve. My question is, how clean is the tea?