More of Macau/Hong Kong.

Sunday night was spent drinking cocktails in the Lisboa casino. It is strange to be a visitor in these places. What hits you first is the smoke. Even the high-end areas like The Venetian have a distinct working-men's club feel to them. The Lisboa was even more old school. Dancers performed the can-can while I drank Black Russians. It's not a bad life. 

Me and Soph spontaneously decided to try the rather fancy looking Chinese restaraunt next door to her building. The sight of huge fish swimming in the window was apparently tempting, and despite it being nearly empty, it was open until 3am. We ordered crab and shrimp dumplings, a whole chicken (including face) that was beautifully cooked, a strange but incredible mix of pig's intestines, chilli and a lot of cloves, and probably the best rice I've had on this trip. It was a pretty incredible meal, and the first authentically Chinese one. 

Monday involved wandering around Venice. The fake one. It is now completely normal to see Chinese tourists taking scores of photographs of a ceiling painted like the sky, or a gondola drifting along a canal of chlorine. To make things worse there is even a Manchester United shop. I wonder if they watched the Everton game last week. What a corporate mess they are. Me and Soph went for dim sum before this traipse around, making up for lost time on the Chinese cuisine front. 

I watched the show for a final time, moving to a different area and getting a bit wet in the process (from the pool). I managed to do some filming, so I will chuck up some videos on Facebook when I get chance. I sadly missed Soph slipping in one scene though. Afterwards I did some Chinese shopping and cooked a group of the guys from the show some traditional food from my homeland (pizzas). By now you know the drill - I drank the night away and carried on my unbeaten record of every single day in Asia containing alcohol. That's commitment. 

Tuesday was my last full day (sniff), so me, Soph and Ben took our weary heads over the water to Hong Kong. Those guys had some tattoos touched up briefly, I spent a large amout of the day photobombing tourists, and of course drank. We went for a lovely French lunch after another brief ferry - think cheeses, charcuterie and foie gras - and then drank Stella to my heart's content. We pottered around the shops, went to a couple of wine bars and caught a ferry back to Macau around 1. A successful last full day all told. 

And now it is upon me! I'll do a blog at the airport later to try and sum up this Asian Odyssey, but for now I'm off for an Italian lunch that my body needs/deserves.