Adam is back in Da House (of Dancing Water).

I had a pretty easy day yesterday. Can definitely feel myself and my trip winding down, just as Sophie and everyone in her show is gearing up for a busy Christmas schedule. With that in mind I went to watch the eight o'clock performance, where I was made aware that I would be seeing the full show. Given that what I had already seen was pretty wild and whacky, I was intrigued. And I wasn't disappointed. 

From the moment a giant hydraulic boat rose from the water, accompanied by music that bore a striking resemblance to 'The Pirates of the Carribean,' I started to understand why everyone had been so apologetic. There were so many elements that I had not seen: besides the boat there were fighting scenes in the water, high dives (and I mean high) and the sheer lunacy of the Russian swing. It looks more dangerous than Duncan Ferguson holding a can of Stella and a dead pigeon. Soph was there swimming in the water one minute, the next up in the rafters, part-fish, part-circus flea. Bonkers is about as good a word as I can find. 

After stumbling out amid a bevy of drunk gamblers fighting around an ambulance and police car or three, I found Soph. After ascertaining that the giraffe with the broken neck was ok (note. not a real giraffe), we headed for beers and cocktails at The Venetian. I could get used to this casino business. If someone can wangle me a Celine Dion style gig in Vegas, I'm there. I would accept blue man group though. 

I'm off into Macau now for a wander and some gift buying, cos I'm just that nice a guy. I'll be seeing the show again tomorrow, then Hong Kong on Tuesdsy and then...homeward bound.