When we last left our happy wanders, Andrew and Tori were farewelling Macau, a strange place full of contradictions and psychotic drivers and were looking abroad to Hong Kong, hoping it would be the jaw-dropping steamy metropolis that Lonely Planet describes. Andrew had nodded off to sleep, and Tori, tense with sea-sickness paranoia, distracted herself with hundreds of seemingly identical photographs of the many uninhabited islands between the two cities… Tin Hau, a popular goddess, and protector of seafarers in Hong Kong must have been out and about on Thursday July 3rd, because no one got sea sick on the First Ferry from Macau, Tori included. The sun continued to pour down on the catamaran, and passengers were afforded vista after vista of cute little mountains jutting out of the sea, covered in lush deep green
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