Skip navigation

Category Archives: Macau

by my Bebot Angel

(Part 1 as chronicled by Uneditedmara)

The last time I attempted to write down how this trip went, I could not. My head was still swimming with images of that bloody rumba, still giddy from the combination of Soju, ramen, and shiraz that I couldn’t sit still enough to write. But I needed to because we didn’t have photos of this trip like the first one.
Now that it’s been several months – well, here you go:

1) Captain Donald landing the plane safely through the storm. Getting stranded inside the plane due to the bad weather. Discussing apartheid and war in Africa with “Low” by Flo-rida playing in the background.

2) Mara getting held up by airport security for wearing a chopstick in her hair. Me grinning sheepishly at Macau customs guy, who questions the amount of toiletries (Yes, I use all of them!) and monay in my luggage. What is it with us and airport security?

3) Spotting Golden Boy’s golden head by the tech crew station. Admit it, you stifled a squeal too.

4) Hugging Carlito hello.

5) Discovering (happily) that I am still in awe of El Dorado. What is this, the 10th time we’ve seen the set? Bonus: the new rumba is HOT.

6) Hearing the words, “I have a surprise for you.” Holding my breath as the surprise not only shook my hand, but pulled me up to kiss me on the cheek. Oh, that made up for that certain empty spot on the stage. Well, almost.

7) Meeting the cool Macanese (?) girl. Dancing with “Rain.” The band from Taiwan re-starting a wave on account of the 3 non-Chinese speaking girls who just didn’t get what they are supposed to do.

8) Writing notes – most of them mean ones about a certain ‘other woman’ – on cardboard coasters and throwing them at each other. I knock my wine glass down; I can’t believe I broke another one!

9) A guy trying to hit on Diana, only she’s practically passed out on the couch. The diagnosis: minor heartache with major disappointment at somebody’s taste level.

10) Hopping on the bus to Coloane, the longest bus ride we ever took there. Swearing at the state of the ‘famed’ Coloane beach. Dude. If they can only see Boracay.

11) Being back in Taipa. Just being back. I really like this town.

Mara found this garden, somewhere in Taipa.

12) Singing Disney songs shamelessly while walking from one casino to the next. Weirdos we are. Of course, we were used to the funny looks by now.

13) Posing for the kind of photographs we take of ourselves is always fun.

Oh, wouldn’t we just LOVE a photo inside Sands. We’ll have to make do with this.

14) 2 cute foreign guys greeting us ‘hello’ from a distance. All the while Diana was looking the other way mulling over what hair color to get her mama. Priorities, woman!

15) Parking our behinds at the noodle house – er, noodle cart and tables – at the street corner after a long day. Soju shots with an Oracare bottle cap with “manong’s” in-da-zone beef ramen as chaser.

Sa ramenan sa kanto.
16) Sitting by the Wynn hotel fountain, waiting for the show. Not caring about tomorrow. Hanging out like this is a rare treat.

17) Carlito seeing us off at the airport.

To my gorgeous accomplices: I know I missed something… feel free to add to the list.
To all the gels: Let’s go, go, go on the next trip! :D

Dear Over-eager-tarmac-officer,
No. We cannot see the fuel. You need to chill or I’mma snap some more pictures. Don’t make me use the flash! Stand back! I’ve got a 7.2 megapixel weapon in my hand! You a dumbass.

Dear Chinito-and-I’m-pretty-sure-Atenista-boy-complete-with-posse,
You’re all idiots. I bet you didn’t have as much fun in Macau as we did. And, oh. Your pictures prolly suck.

Dear Snoring-man-on-the-other-side-of-the-wall,
It is acceptable that we play “It’s Raining Men” and “Hips Don’t Lie” while we get dolled up in the morning because you’ve been playing such a riveting rendition of “Construction Workers of China Using a Jackhammer” in your sleep. We need the cover-up because of your nasal talents.

Dear San Va,
You are Smelly Cat if Smelly Cat were a hospedaria in Macau in the middle of Rua Felicidades. You are  a charming little thing even if you don’t look like much. The “suite” was amazing. And hot water + pressure = hostel WIN. I look forward to passing out drunk on one of your thinly spread mattress with a stone for a pillow in the near future.

Dear O Porto Interior,
Thanks for making my birthday lunch a very special one. We thoroughly enjoyed the clams, bacalhau, African chicken, and wine. I especially loved the birthday dessert! SERRADURA ROCKS MY WORLD! You are getting 5 awesome, twinkling stars.

Special Letter to Sands

Dear Carlito,
You made Sands home for me. No, it’s not only because magkababayan tayo (fellow countrymen), but because you took care of us when we were having one of the most miserable time during our trip. You didn’t need to say anything special or flatter us with compliments. You were warm, friendly, and accomodating. In short, you’re the oasis in a desert of non-English speaking cunts. You make our stay that much more special.

Dear Aleks,
Though Diana has called dibs on you, I would still like for you to catch me when it’s my turn to fall.

Dear Zeny,
Throw me. Throw me hard and all over the place. I trust in you.

Dear Andrei,
Hun, stop plucking once you reach your hairline. That being said, you are my favorite gigolo!

Dear Olga,
So .. what’s a beautiful girl like you?

Dear Victoria,
You are ever so luscious even when in pain.

Dear Honeys,
More birthdays, more boyfriends, more girlfriends, more girl friends!

Dear Sands girls,
Molest MC Barry for me, will you? He is a hot piece of UK-born-Chinese-singing ass.

Dear Antonio,
Best Portuguese food in the whole of Taipa. I’m coming back for more. And your sign out on the street .. it’s a classic, man.

Dear Lady-at-the-information-booth,
One word: VEET.

Dear Artists-by-the-river,
Apologies for the hysterical screaming and tourist-like behavior.

Dear Venetian gondolier (yes, you, the cute one),
Someday I shall ride your gonodola. *wink* *wink*

Dear Sendado Square Starbucks barista boy,
ONE PATACA!

Dear The-rest-of-the-Macanese-natives,
You suck balls. Learn to speak some goddamned English! *grumblemotherfuckersgrumble*

Macau, Part Deux by Bebot Angel

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.