One more time, Macau...

31.08.2015

I still had some Macanese money left, so I booked a table at the tourism school's restaurant for lunch. I didn't manage to get out of the hotel until noon, I was pooping so much.

When I did leave, luckily, I made it to the restaurant at 1:30 because it was one of the best desserts I ever had in my life. Lunch was only about $45 for three courses: mackerel, halibut and the dessert bar, including wine, port and coffee. Wow. The ice cream was seriously the best in my life and the chocolate cake was heavenly. Just like the cashew roll, mascarpone/strawberry cake and plum/cream cheese tart. My god... Even the coffee was better than anything I've had in a long time. It even came with hot milk!

The service was so good, it was even a little creepy. There were about six young women just standing around waiting for a fork to drop or for any need to fill. The hostess even greeted me by name (of course I'm sure I was the only foreigner expected that day) but still, nice touch. Even the man I emailed my reservation to introduced himself to me. Really nice way to spend an afternoon.

Well, that was the end of Macau, and also the end of my itinerary. I still had another week before I went home and really could not conceive of spending it all in Macau. So, I bought four bottles of wine with the rest of my money and left. I was hoping to offload them on my next hosts.

I found the bus station without too much hassle and let Sarah know I was on my way. She really was the most outspoken Chinese woman I have ever met. We laughed a lot and very loudly together all night.

She picked me up at the station and we went for late night dim sum at this cavernous meeting hall type venue. Before this restaurant, I had no idea any Chinese people ever ate after 7 p.m.

It was extremely busy and only Tuesday night. So strange. There were about 200 tables which were all full, and many of them were watching the state broadcaster on the jumbotron, in anticipation of a big military parade for national day, two days in advance. This was all that was on TV for days. It was the 70th anniversary of the Japanese leaving, so that's a good time as any for a party, I'd say.

The dim sum was great and I loaded up on water and tea, after thoroughly dehydrating myself this week with this terrible illness.

Sarah drove us back home and I fell asleep quickly once again.

Mackerel