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Macau cacophony
Macau hits you like a tonne of bricks. It’s loud, it’s hot, it’s bright, it’s brash. It leaves you punch drunk and hungry for more.
We took the ferry and our first stop was an eye-opening, whirlwind tour of the ultimate in casino kitsch: The Venetian. Half an hour was enough and we were ready to move on to the real world and real daylight.
On to the market, where we were offered sweet pork jerky, spicy candied ginger and lots and lots of hot, gloopy custard tarts. My big temptation was bubble tea. And it didn’t me take long to cave in to a big, cold, slurp-a-thon in a cup:
After taking in the big attractions, we sloped off into the side streets to discover more about Macau street life. The bright colours grabbed us at every corner:
We stopped for a snack at a BBQ stand. This vendor was selling deliciously sticky sweet and spicy pork sticks. A queue of hungry passers-by waited patiently to make their order.
Macau was bathed in light and made for a beautiful day trip. The ferry ride home felt longer than the ride in, but at least I had one last custard pie to keep me going.
