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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

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Macau, finally!

I reached the hotel at about 6.15 pm and as welcoming and cruelly tempting as my bed was, I had to resist the urge and quickly head back to the lobby and meet the rest of my travel companions for dinner. Sofitel at Pointe 16 was a blessing in many ways – putting aside their ‘luxury hotel’ status, beds that bring out the laziness in you, Russian pole dancers and amazing buffet selection for breakfast, (Hah! Bacon, pork sausages, pancakes etc.) it was more importantly walking distance from well… almost anywhere.

For dinner, we walked for about ten minutes to a place called ‘Restaurante Escada’, renown for their Portuguese cuisine. There it lay, looking cosy and inviting by an alley with hospitable waitresses ushering us in. What followed was an ecstatic dinner experience comprising of crabs, squid, king prawns, mussels and other sea-dwelling goodies. All were washed down by the famous Portuguese Sangria, and just as I couldn’t imagine stuffing anything else down our throats came dessert. Not before me walking outside to the restaurant’s balcony, peeping down to see three hot Macanese women having an innocent gossip session on a bench. Three girls, alone, on a bench, in a deserted lane. Yes, Macau was proving to be an excellent destination choice indeed. Next, I notice some movement in the alley below me and I see a couple eating each others faces out down there, and I thought to myself, ‘Heyyy! Free show!’ I wasn’t ready for dessert yet anyway. Eventually it got too disgusting even for my liking and I headed back into the restaurant.


Resisting the selection of custards, creams and cakes proved to be near impossible, so I indulged relentlessly in them and proceeded with a walking tour of Senado Square. A place which I just could not get enough of what with its dazzling lights, fountains, open-air mall concept, boutique-filled alleys and lots and lots of good, street food! Which in my dictionary, directly translates to PORK!


Picture this, a lane full of pork, cooked in every style possible from spicy to honey, from roasted to grilled and as you pass by each shop, they grab a scissors – I may have flinched for the first few times, and they cut off a slice and let you try some of their proudly made pork slices. After 7 shops, I had to reluctantly refuse their generous offerings due to time constraints, my bloated tummy and the possible risk of Senado Square running out of pork.

Each lane or alley has its name imprinted on the wall in Cantonese and Portuguese. That added to the whole colonial feel of the place and also made me realise the possibility of people getting lost in that maze of pork, boutiques and gold shops rather often. After what had already been a massive meal, I ate more. This time it was some form of Tau Foo Fa like thing, only instead of soy, milk was the active ingredient – a must try for all you lactose intolerant people out there. You get to choose between toppings of ginger, red bean and well, I don’t read nor speak Cantonese, so just go do your research, will ya? There were LOADS to choose from.

After I pigged out (an activity that I took part in almost everyday while I was in Macau), me and the three other Malaysian media fellas and the MGTO rep headed back to the hotel. Ah, at long last. I couldn’t wait to sink in that comfy, king-sized bed, switch on that flat-screen LCD and get some rest. It was the first night, and I knew if I were to survive the following day’s agenda which involved touring around Macau, I could not afford to allow my male hormones to take over. So I took a quick peek at the dancers in the hotel’s bar for a while, made a mental note on what time they performed daily, did a silent prayer thanking Sanders, checked out what games the casino there had to offer then called it a night.


Not before doing what most healthy males out there practise in an almost ritualistic like manner - watch a little Maria Ozawa getting it on in a bathroom. Thank you Eskimotube! What? She IS superbly hot. Ah, don’t you gimme that look! Really… Don’t. Read on to find out why. (evil grin)

Oh no, he didn't! Oh yes, I did!

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