Macau

Sitting here at my computer in my bedroom overlooking the sea, bridges and the cityscape of Macau, I hear the loud chatter of packers each masking tape screech tears painfully at my heavy heart. Why does it hurt so badly? When we first arrived I hated the oppressive grey and polluted skies of gloomy Macau, a country populated with rough Chinese people with a love of concrete and lonely slot machines ...I wanted to escape back to the smiling Thais with their appreciation for beauty and uncomplicated living. The smell of mould infiltrated my soul, lacing its hairy fingers around my blue skies, flowers, sunshine, spices and warmth.