I recently took a trip with these friends to Macau. For the benefit of my largely US-based readership (some of whom believed that Hong Kong was located in Japan, when I informed them of my destination), I shall explain that Macau, like Hong Kong, was formerly colonized by a foreign power, before being returned to China in 1999. Whereas Hong Kong was formerly a British colony, Macau was owned by Portugal. It is most notable, in this day and age, for being the Las Vegas of China. The casinos are tall, luxurious, and exist in great quantites. I must tell you, it's an experience. The Venetian Hotel and Casino has an indoor canal with singing gondola operators. Its main walkways are themed after a quaint city street, with a painted sky, lit for early evening at all times. The architecture is gorgeous, and costumed staff wearing masks and elegant ballgowns pose for pictures. We saw a Charlie Chaplin impersonator do a funny show with spinning plates, and eyed a few games of mahjong and blackjack.
The other memorable moment was the Tree of Prosperity show at the Wynn Macau. In the center of the lobby, a globe sits under a carved ceiling displaying the various members of the Chinese Zodiac. Every half hour, the ceiling opens to reveal a laser light show, which in turn opens to reveal a multicolor crystal chandelier. The globe then separates, and a tree rises up, illuminated by the crystals to cycle through the colors of the four seasons. It's a glorious show, absolutely breathtaking.
While in the area, we also saw the fortress and the Ruins of St. Paul. I was a little keen to take in more of the casino sights (after all, it's what Macau is known for) but I went along with little complaint. Something really struck me about the experience. I'm normally more keen than anyone to take in the historical, rather than the tourist-y. But in this case, I just couldn't find myself enthusiastic about the ruins. Perhaps it was because the structure had no significance for me. Perhaps it was the rain. But it left me a little dissatisfied. I suppose it only shows that my duty is to correct my ignorance on the subject, Or to leave the outdoors for a nicer day.
All good things must come to an end, and despite my relatively few words on the subject, my study abroad experience has been a very good thing. I've experienced a new culture, tried new things, eaten new foods, and seen new sights. I've escaped Smalltown, USA for a life in a city. And now, I'm going home.
Until next time, my dear readers.
