Nearing the end of our trip I was fortunate enough to head back to Macau, this time taking Trevor along for a cultural learning curve. Shortly after we'd arrived from Vietnam we settled into a 'quaint' hotel and set about exploring the city. As I'd been to this small country earlier in the summer I was apt to share my wanderings with Trev. I showed Trev the downtown, the beautiful old buildings full of color and Portuguese history. We snapped shots of the St. Paul’s Ruins and the armored fortress. While I rambled of my memories with Katrina and Nicki we stumbled upon new discoveries and ancient relics.
After a long day on our feet, we settled back in at our hotel; the most expensive hotel during our travels ($50 US) and without a doubt one of the smallest. Trev’s feet hung over the bed from the knees down. Even my feet hung over. Thank goodness this was to be the last hotel of our journey.
It is after my third visit to this ancient Portuguese trading post that I can confidently claim that Macau is one of my favorite cultural visits. I was delighted to have been able to share this experience with Trev.