The entire Macau immigration area was filled to the brim, literally. Officers couldn't get arrivals out of the hall as quickly as the Turbojets arrived. Of course, just queuing alone would be boring. You have to guard your spot and pre-empt queue jumpers. I told off about 4 different people within the space of the 45 minute wait. After you make it through, join yet another queue for one of the many hotel shuttles you booked into. And where do all these people head to after they gain access to the world's largest gambling destination by revenue?
|Ruins of St. Paul|
The crowds are a little more bearable in the evenings, since most are trying their luck in the gazillion casinos in this tiny special administrative region of the Peoples' Republic of China. The only enclave in the entire Peoples' Republic where gambling is legalized.
|Scene from House of Dancing Water|
But it is really the throwback in time that Macau brings, which appeals to me. The old Macau is still very much reminiscent of Singapore or Hong Kong in the 1950s.
Where old style shophouses still sell noodles made the traditional way, especially the famous shrimp roe infused noodles, which you can smell a block away.
And aside from the Chinese, you can of course still see Portuguese influences, through quaint houses on bouquet-lined cobble stone streets.
All this eclecticism is translated into the cuisines found here and in the next few posts, I'll hopefully bring a taste of Macau to you too. Stay tuned...