At around seven, it wasn't dark anymore, the mother of the family offered me some tea. I felt so uncomfortable coming to a new family owned casa and vomiting there all night, but I was really sick.
The bus was supposed to leave at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, so that I still had two to three hours to organize. I went for lunch at some strange place and hardly ate as it was too ugly.
In addition it was a good opportunity to see Macau. Already at the airport a guy approached us and tried to convince us into a day tour with him. We explained that we had only three hours left. |
