Macau - its bloody cold

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Third country in two days and a second stamp in the book.

A swift coffee and pastry in a very nice chain cafe and were off to the coach to take us from a 5* Hotel. Oh how fancy we must have seemed getting picked up from the Sheraton.

A great ferry ride from HK to Macau saw me get that special feeling only gents get when in their naught parts when we were bouncing over the waves.

Anyway, its a bloody freezing place and we see a few bits and bobs of the place. Tour is taken by some poof called Mario - Not a very Portugese name and he was camper than a row of tents but it was quite a fun day despite being taken to his mates shop, funny how these guides mates are always called Tariq and run jewellery stores......

Bit gutted that we did not take in the motor racing museum or the fortress and that we were only given 25 mins in each place other than Tariq's shop here we had a good three quarters of an hour.

Made friends with a couple from Brisbane, i love how the ozzies can be so openly honest and get away with it yet we would be crucified. Anway, great to meet up with some Australians again as they are my favourite people on earth.

Another great journey back sees Lucy ill for the rest of the night whilst I am grinning as we bounce over the waves.

Once more we pack our gear up and hydrate.

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