We took a ferry over to Macau, a special administrative region of China (basically its own very small country). Arden got very sea sick and vomited all over me, Ernst and himself- so, with no change of clothes it was quite a start to the day. Macau was a Portuguese colony and this is reflected in a lot of the older architecture. With New Years next week, there is an abundance of kitsch deco everywhere you look.
Typical street in Macau.
Chief navigator, with a view of the ruins of St Paul's in the background.
View from the top of the ruins of St Paul's, with mixture of Portuguese and Chinese architecture below.
Can you see the crowd gathering around something? They're gathered around Arden, to take pictures of him, and to my horror, they look it in turns to hold my vomit covered child to take pictures with him! Ernst and I soon realised that the trick to avoiding these sort of crowds, is just to keep moving and not make eye contact with anyone!
And the ugly... this shows what most streets look like.
A garden in the middle of the town.
And another photo shoot- this time with a little Chinese girl, who's mother got her to kiss Arden, much to everyone's delight...
To survive to trip back with Arden, we bought anti nausea tablets and dosed him up- which worked a complete miracle- he was a different child, and actually seemed to enjoy the trip back! His cheeks got redder and redder and he acted like he had drunk a red bull- maybe we'll try half a tablet next time?
