That’s what I wrote in my journal on July 4, 2012, as we were waiting to board.
Here I am, dutifully journalling.
The much-hated date-stamp is inaccurate. Our camera was on Canadian time.
Inside the ferry. Good to know we weren’t the only ones taking pictures like crazy.
Andrew filling out our immigration forms — check out the Hong Kong skyline behind him. So cool!
So yeah… we had the necessary visas and paperwork to be tourists in China, and in Hong Kong, but we needed different paperwork to visit Macau. It’s not really a big deal.
Good-bye Hong Kong! See you again soon! (Great view of Victoria Peak, btw.)
Uh-oh… seasickness setting in. Andrew figures it’s a great photo-op.
“Whoa… I think we’re arriving…! What’s that bridge-y thing?”
“Hey look, a TurboJet ferry, just like the one we’re on!”
Sci-fi looking bridge connecting the ferry terminal and the island. Later in the day, we walked on this thing.
Our first view of the casinos.
Well… I’m sure this all would’ve looked a little more spectacular if it were at night… and if we weren’t taking pictures through dirty ferry windows…
Okay whoa… that casino is HUGE! Look at all the tiny-looking Portuguese mansions beneath the behemoth “Sands” sign!
ENZO. (No idea. Prob another casino. Just an educated guess…)
A fake mountain? Fake volcano? /Casino, of course.
After this, it was a flurry of activity as everyone moved like cattle to the exits, and we all endeavoured to escape and let ourselves loose on this island of debauchery.
That’ll be another post for another day. Like, tomorrow. It’ll be a very flashy post, to make up for all the dingy photos in this one.
(On an unrelated note… if you know a way to take great photos through dirty windows, PLEASE let me know!)