It’s raining; there are 2 weeks left till the exams start. Friday is the day of the Macau Slow Food event. I’m looking forward to getting past that day. After that things can be handled with much less stress. Some of the courses are already done. With them it’s just about waiting till the final exam.
I’m definitely looking forward to the trip in Asia with Viktor and Christian. I guess it’s about time to start planning. But for now, back to studying. The wine won’t taste itself….
Hey everyone.
Fairplay to the weather. I’ve come to the conclusion Macau would never get sunny enough for me to need sunprotection. I thought it’d be just hot and damp. But now here I am with a massive sunburn and a white spot from my necklace on my chest. It’s freaking hot here and as sunny as it could be.
Uni has been busy. Some interviews, some rehearsals and a bunch of presentations. At least I’m getting the hang of this whole wine tasting thing. It’s pretty much the only course I’ve ever liked doing work for after and before class, tasting wine and smelling it. Good stuff.
Today we had a farewell party/lunch at the IFT. I have like 3 months left in Asia so it’s kinda weird getting into the farewell mood when I’ve actually only reached half-time. It’s time to plan the big Asia trip with Viktor and Christian.
It’s been a while since I have written anything on here.
The first thing I read in a newspaper on April 1st was an advertisement for a self-helf group. A woman helps out married man by instructing them how to endure shopping with their wifes – the do’s and don’ts. It’s an April Fool’s joke. I actually thing it might be helpful and there could be some money in that business.
The actual joke was to come though. The whole month April was a joke itself.It has been crazy. Packed with midterms,quizzes, tastings, rehearsals, computerlab tests,bla bla blaaaaaa. You get the picture. So, as this month is coming to an end, I can’t help but feel optimistic. May promises some more freetime and hopefully more sunshine.
But I fear the free time won’t be for very long. The exams are in June and it’s almost may now. So sometime between now and June all the reports and papers have to be written… Still I try to get out as much as possible and try some new things, always on the hunt for some new experiences. My stomach has become resistent to any food. I can eat whatever I try. Which can be very good or bad.
Well, It’s time to get to my classes. I’ll be posting more from now on, just keeping up to date, It will be more like ‘twittering’. God, I hate that word. It’s almost as annoying as ‘LOL’.
Peace
Shit everywhere!
I love sleeping and so I usually just get up early enough before class to grab a bite to eat and take a shower. I put my mind to changing that and waking up earlier to get some things done or maybe even get some jogging between breakfast and school… There’s definitely not going to be any jogging!
So I woke up early and decided to get some breakfast. The 5-minute-walk turned out to be what felt like a one-hour-labyrinth puzzle, trying not to step into the multitude of piles of dog droppings. My first thought was: The local cleaners have gone on strike, I’m going to have to wear plastic bags around my shoes for the rest of my exchange in Macau and I’m going to kick every single dog I see and I’m definitely going to kick their owners for letting them poop wherever they please. But halfway through my game of Minding the Poo, a cleaner crossed my way, graciously picking up a pile after the other, my heroine! So they weren’t on strike. They were, just like me, fond of sleeping a little longer.
So what I have learned from this adventure is that I’m not going to go jogging at such an early hour, I’m not going to leave my room that early ever again and I’m going to greet every street cleaner with the biggest smile possible, because now I know what life would be like without them around!
This post has nothing to do with any travel or cultural experience particularly.
I’ve been watching some tv-shows and movies in my days of empty wallets and easy schedules, and I thought I would let you know about some of the pieces I have come to like. Many of them you might already know. If you don’t, check out the trailer on youtube or go looking for the movie!
1. Kidulthood – A film based in London portraits a group of troubled teenagers with their emotions, problems and a lot of partying that ends in………. Definitely check it out, it blew my mind. How screwed a generation can be….
2. Adulthood – the follow-up of Kidulthood
3. Flight of the Conchords – A tv series of two “Kiwi” musicians trying to make it big in the U.S.A. Great humor, creative and funny music, and a nice concept for a story. _ I’m sure most of you heard of them, but some -like me for example- might have just listened to the songs and enjoyed their brilliance. Trust me, this is worth it.
4. No one knows about Persian cats – Everyone should watch this movie. Download it. the director uploads it himself, because it is illegal to be screened in Iran, his home country. It shows the journey of two friends trying to form an Indie band in Iran in order to get to a gig in England. In their way is the struggle of getting visas and passports and the general public, supported by the police, that doesn’t want this kind of music in their neighborhood.
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Check them out… maybe you do like them as much as I do. If you know of great movies that I should discover myself, let me know.
Everything else in Macau has been the same lately. I guess some sort of daily routine always gets a grip of you, no matter how hard you try to prevent it from happening.
I’m working on a project that involves a drama play and a food exhibition as a means of raising awareness of Macanese food and heritage. I am part of the General Management team and after one particular meeting my group mates decided to take me out for some typical Macau dinner.
We walked for a few minutes until we arrived at a small inconspicuous restaurant.
I asked my friends to order some local food for me so I could eat the same thing they would. Just that moment I realized that anywhere in the world you go, it’s always the same way a young adult is welcomed: local food, local alcoholic beverage, coarse pharses of the local language. Here are some examples.
England: Fish & Chips, Gin & Tonic, Wanker & Taking the piss
Macau: Noodles & Pig’s Brain, Tsingtao beer, Ngo diu tschat lei
What is the reason for us teaching each other those words first, that we actually don’t use on a daily basis? You answer that for yourself… I’ll let you know when I find the real truth.
During the meal my friends started making weird moves at the table, looking really ridiculous. What are you doing? – I asked them, but they just shook it off as if it was some stretching between their third and fourth chicken wing. I shrugged my shoulders and continued eating my noodles, but they started maneuvering again and I finally found the reason… They were waving and moving their hands along the wall to hide a cockroach crawling on the wall.
I guess they figured “We have this foreign guy with us and we want to offer him a good meal and he will probably be freaked out and disgusted by a cockroach!” So they decided to keep it hidden from me. When I told them that it wouldn’t really bother me, I could see a sense of relief on their faces.
This was my first dinner with locals only in a local restaurant…. A GOOD MEMORY
The waiting has come to an end. Here is the new blog about my trip to the Philippines. 6 days, 5 islands, 3 destinations, 2 Thai massages, 1 sunburn and endless memories…
I was on the same plane with Nanja and Iris, last week after celebrating the Chinese New Year at the Lions Bar in the MGM Grand, on our way to Manila, the capitol of The Philippines. We had a fun flight and arrived in Manila with sweat dripping from my forehead. It was amazingly warm compared to Macau so I had to get changed in a petrol station (this was at midnight, and still extremely warm). There are security guards with shotguns or machine guns in the Philippines in front of shops and gas stations and in front of anything with a cashier, basically. I was very intimidated by that first, but the security guard wiped our table and later on even took back our plates; seems to be a multi-tasking job of some kind. Imagine the waitress at your favourite bar with a nice big shotgun, wiping off your table. I didn’t know whether to feel safe or scared.
The girls took off to their hostel and I waited some hours for my flight to Bacolod, which is a city in the western part of the island Negros. Besides me everyone I saw or met in that city was Asian, which explains some attention I got when I tried to get some fresh air or tie my laces. If I would stop walking for a little while in that place, a group of taxis, tricycles and Jeeplies (correct me if I’m wrong) would turn up next to me, asking me where to take me. A “jeeply” is a traditional means of transportation, that was first used after the stationed Americans left their jeeps in the Philippines, or so I was told. Now it is like a hop-on bus for 5 pesos per ride. I had a great time in Bacolod with Hyung-Uk, a friend from Korea, who I worked with in England and hadn’t seen for quite a while. The first night I went out with him, his Korean friends and two local friends of his, Vanessa and Larry. It was amazing to hang out with them because they showed me some great local food and they could tell me a great deal about Bacolod, the Philippines and its people. Hyung-uk, Junghyun, Vanessa, Larry and all of you, in a good way, crazy Koreans, if you are reading this I just want to say thank you again for a brilliant time. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.
The second day I spent my morning on the rooftop of the hotel at the pool and one hour in the sun left me looking like a lobster. If you are as pale as me, even strong sun-screen doesn’t work under this sun. After a quick swim to cool off, Hyung Uk and Junghyun took me to “The Chickenhouse”, a restaurant that serves traditional Philippino food. After eating myself silly with great, ridiculously cheap food me and Hyung Uk went for some Thai Massages at 3 euros per hour. Anyone jealous yet?! – I thought so….
It was amazing. They even cured a tooth-ache that I had for 2 days. Don’t ask me how that worked. In the evening we went to a resort and watched an amazing sunset while swimming in a great swimming pool and had some drinks and food after.
The next morning it was time to say good-bye to a good friend once again. Travelling is great because you always meet these new interesting people and make great friends like in this case, but I can never get used to the good-byes because you never know when you see each other again next time. But I won’t complain. I’m thankful for all these opportunities I have and for all these great people I met.
I had to continue my journey by ferry, bus and boat to Boracay, an island with the most beautiful beach I’ve seen in my life. I found an amazing little room in a small wooden house, with a hammock outside the window. It was amazing, to say the least. I just don’t know how I get this lucky all the time. Just get there without arrangements and get an amazing room and spend two wonderful days on a wonderful island. Hyung Uk wrote a letter for me in Korean for this dive center and I got a great deal and went diving for half the price and went deeper than the other participants, because there was some misunderstandings about my diving experience. It’s save to say that I should be a first timer, but when I mentioned I’ve been diving in Canada I guess the instructor thought I was skilled, I reckon I should have mentioned that it was in a swimming pool during sports class. But hey, sometimes these little things open doors for you and let you see amazing things, you wouldn’t get the chance to see otherwise (look at the videos below). I had a great time on Boracay, including the buffets in the evenings accompanied by live music and mesmerizing sunsets.
During my second night on Boracay I found out that the ferry times of the following day were very inconvenient for me, so I decided to pack up all my stuff and get to the fairy terminal in Caticlan as fast as possible. Another decision that might seem strange – why would anyone want to leave this island? I had to run to make it to the last boat leaving the island for that night and so I ran and ran and ran. I seemed to be the only person in a rush in the whole country. People looked at me strangely because they couldn’t understand why I looked so worried and stressed out. This is also a thing I loved about the Philippines: You really forget the time and don’t pay any attention to it, because it plays no big role. Order a meal and you will see…. It might take 5 minutes, it might also take 45 minutes. But there is no reason to be hasty, just close your eyes and enjoy the weather.
Back to my running… I got to the main road where I man was picking up his wife and baby-daughter in his tricycle and he saw my despair and asked me whether I needed a ride. So I hopped in and told him I needed to get to the terminal as fast as possible, and fast rode… I was trying to clench some piece of the bike with my hands, toes and teeth while the little baby seemed to be having the ride of her lifetime while playing with my bracelet from the temple. It was so picturesque that the memory is branded into my head like a tattoo. When I looked around during the ride, I saw some street kids running through the woods, climbing on top of palm trees and jumping from tree to tree. I would have never seen this if I had travelled during regular times, but that is my luck again.
I arrived at the terminal 1 minute before the boat left (luck?!?).
I was on a huge ferry during night time and during day time I took a small bus, or what we would call a van, that was overfilled with people and we all had to carry boxes of chicken on our laps. My legs are really not made for vehicles of that size.
After the bus ride I hopped on the back of a motorbike and rode 2 hours up to Puerto Galera on Mindoro Oriental to meet the other exchange students of the IFT at White Beach.
It felt great to see them at the end of the week and we spent one day together just hanging out, eating and drinking some beers at the bar. Most of them left the day after and for the last day it was Nanja, Iris and I left. We seized the day and went snorkelling and relaxing on a boat in the beautifully relaxing warm water of the ocean. In the evening we had some food and the girls decided to get a massage. After that we all fell asleep on the beach and woke up some time after midnight. The next morning it was already time to get back to Macau and get ready for school the next day.
This trip was amazing. It was like having three different holidays. 2 days with a good friend I hadn’t seen for a while, 2 days on my own with my thoughts and 2 days with new friends from Macau. This was all very spontaneous but in hindsight I must say I couldn’t have planned it better if I tried.
For all those people who say you shouldn’t travel to the Philippines, because it is so dangerous there and the people are dangerous, I must say you couldn’t be more wrong. I’m sure it is much more dangerous in the deep south, the area of the separatists, but if you come with an open mind and don’t look for trouble, you are going to be fine. The Philippinos are great people: friendly, open and helpful. I didn’t have any bad experiences during that time. Except once in Bacolod when I was leaving and travelling by myself, when I felt like I was being followed, but just be smart about it and keep yourself safe. In case of doubt, ask one of the security guys and they will help you out, whether you need directions or a safe taxi, they will sort you out.
Below you can find two videos of my trip. One is the accumulation of pictures I gathered from my camera and some other people’s cameras during that trip and the other one is a video of me and a Korean group diving. The Korean diving shop explains all the waving and peace symbols and why I didn’t know what to do with my hands anymore at some point of time. The music is also Korean, not everyone’s style but surely catchy.
Just click on the two links below.
Enjoy it my friends,
Konz
Philippines in a coconutshell VIDEO
Diving in Boracay VIDEO
Home Sweet & Sour Home
There is a big buildling here that you can see from a distance in Macau. It has a red and yellow symbol on it, that is illuminated at night, so I can track It from several places. Next to it is an even bigger building that is very new with a massive staircase that you can see from far away as well, because of the lights. And then there is a small apartment buildling with the paint peeling of next to it, that seems to come tumbling down by it’s own weight and structure. Really just not the kind of place you would be looking for, if you had a choice. That’s where I live.
This sounds much harsher than it actually is, because it is an amazing place to live in. It has several appartments, some of which are occupied by students, and a rooftop, that has potential to be one of my main hangout spots. I share my flat with one Chinese guy, who fulfills too many stereotypes and gives me gruesome nightmares cause he walks around in his eye-sorering speedo’s. The day he arrived I knew I had the impersonation of the Chinese stereotype living with me. The lock clicked and in came a small guy with red and blue spiderman shoes and a supermario face stitched on his jeans. I don’t quite get the obsession with cartoon characters here. You can even get Hello Kitty noodles at the 7eleven.
We each have our own room and share a living room, a small kitchen and a bathroom. It took me about a week to figure out the gas boiler due to a lack of translations of the Chinese symbols. I have been wider awake in the mornings than ever before. When I got into the shower and got the shower gel and shampoo on myself in a minute or so, the water became freezing cold, so I was left without a choice, because rinsing of is a must. Now I can actually just soak in the shower and wake up slowly to the rainforest-function of my showerhead. Another factor is my bed, which offers a solid piece of wood instead of a slatted frame. It is fun and no problem in the first couple of days, but soon your neck and back start complaining. The room has a comfortable size, which is more than I can say for my table. It is, like all the tables at university, “Chinese sized” and I can barely get my legs under it with the chair on the lowest level, so the tables are hovering above ground most of the time or it looks like I’m sleeping when I lean back and my feet almost touch the table in front of me.
The monkey in the zoo
During the first weeks I have been compared to the following Hollywood stars:
Ashton Kutcher, Quentin Tarantino and “That guy from New Moon”:
When I came a couple minutes late into my first class in the Second Year Programme the whole class stopped in an outcry of disbelief about seeing such a tall white guy. During class I felt observed the whole time with people leaning over their computer screens to catch a glimpse. During the 5-minute break I didn’t get off my chair. I just sat their covering my face with one hand because several people tried to take a picture with their mobile phones. It was quite annoying and , frankly, I just did not know how to act.
In another situation I was walking through the city and stopped in front of a nice old Macanese building to take a picture. So I asked a random person to take a picture. As this stranger was taking a photo of me, a bunch of people showed up around him and also started getting snap shots of me. Of course, every time they asked me whether they could take a picture. After two minutes or so I finally managed to escape the crowd. This experience really freaked me out, because there are enough European and Western people around here. So I am blaming my height and looking forward to getting old and the shrinking that the age brings along with it. I do in fact believe I am the tallest or one of the tallest people in town. When I ride the bus, most people are so small, they just reach my chest. Poor locals having to stand under my arm pit all of this time. I’m sorry.
I’m uploading these little stories unfinished, because I have a week of holidays from now on and Sunday I’m going to the Philippines for a week, so there probably won’t be any writing during that time….One week of Uni and holidays already. Thanks to Chinese New Year and the Spring festival.
Hope you still enjoy reading this and I will be thinking about you when I’m on the beach at 31 degrees sunshine.
No, I haven’t lost control of my bodliy functions. I have been experimenting with food, like going to a restaurant without an English menu, just pointing at something and spitting fire afterwards, but that hasn’t caused any hour-long visits to the toilet. As a matter of fact dr diarrhea is somebody…..If I’m Batman he is my Robin on my quest for adventure. Around the corner of the university there is a small shed with parts for scooters. In front of it is a dog, Dr Diarrhea as I called him. Since I have arrived I always see him on the same spot, just sitting there on the sidewalk. He doesn’t really belong to anyone. It’s just his territory, his home. Because he is there every day and no one seems to take care of him, the people of Macau have decided to be his guardians. Whoever has food left from the restaurant leaves something for Dr D. That is actually how I came to the name. Some of that stuff almost gives me diarrhea just looking at it. Poor Dr Diarrhea. He’s been here with me since my first day. What a companion.
The last days have been pretty cool. I’ve been hanging out with some new people and met some of the other exchange students. Seems like we’re gonna be a good group. When I got the list of exchange students I decided to write an email to everyone and arrange a meeting. One of them thought I was working for the university organizing events. We went out for dinner and I used the opportunity to get really stuffed. Normal people just don’t finish their meals here, because they’re so big, but if you know me you can guess what happened. I think I ended up finsihing 3 or 4 plates…Good stuff. I bet soon no one is going to go out for dinner with me, fearing I will eat all of their food.Most gave up after, leaving with the excuse that they were jet lagged or didn’t want to get too wasted the first day. What kind of an excuse is that?!
Anyway. Nanja, Maria, Camelia and I went to a gig with the title “Macau Underground”. It was great. We walked along the road looking for house number 48 and arrived at this huge appartment buildling. That seemed a bit odd for gigs, I thought. An old man was sitting in front of the elevator. They have these watchmen here in big appartment buildilngs and dorms. They are supposed to stand on guard, but most of them are either sleeping or watching tv and eating. It is really strange but they always welcome you with a smile and wave you goodbye. Some more people were standing in front of the elevator, so we decided to follow them. When we reached the 10th floor and got out, it felt a bit out of this world, which kind of describes Macau as I have experienced it this far. Out of this world. Just out of the elevator we had to pay the entrance fee and got into the “lobby”, a room to hang out and get the drinks. After a couple of minutes a man screamed it was time to get in. I was expecting some kind of party but it was actually a gig, which was a great surprise to me. We hung out and had some beers while watching some crazy and some extremely skilled bands. Gotta name Turtle Giant and O.T.O. here. They have the stuff that internationlly successful artists are made of. After the last band finished playing Nanja and Maria went back home. I’m glad Camelia and I stayed, because there was a spontanious Jam session following the gig. One member of each band grabbed an instrument and they formed some kind of musicaly genious supergroup. With the organizer yelling some imaginary words into the microphone. I got introduced to Janne, a guy from Finland who has been living in Macau since 4 years. He wanted to hang out with us, so Camelia, Janne, me and Gigi, an artist, decided to go to “hooker street”. It’s a strip close to the ocean and the golden statue. We went to a bar called 33, which is just a shop really….They have some tables standing outside but when you go in, it’s just like a shop. You can just buy booze at store prizes and sit outside and have fun. We shared a bottle of vodka and bought some mixers with it. It was really interesting getting to know Janne and Gigi and a bunch of Swedish guys, who were sitting right next to us. After the Swedish guys and Gigi left, we moved to another table with some Portuguese guys. They finally made me understand how it is possible to be born in Macau and not speak one word Cantonese. They have Portuguese schools here and since the signs are all bilingual it is no problem for them to get through. All of them had been class mates and are now travelling around the world, but they met for a bit in Macau. We had some good talks and they seemed like a good crowd, so we decided to go to a club with them. We walked there with our last beers. I just kept on asking all these questions about Macao, being really obtrusive about it.
When we reached our destination, there were two clubs on one floor of a big building. The D2 and the Cubic. They asked me where I would like to go so I asked them what the difference was. They started laughing and one of them told me:”Well D2 has hookers all over the place, Cubic doesn’t.” Cubic it was. These prostitutes here can be really annoying. They just don’t let go. Toni (one of the portuguese guys) introduced me to the bouncer for future benefits when trying to get in and we went straight for the bar. What I remember most about it, is that the music was really old. Like Hip Hop and RnB from 5 years ago (From the window, to the wall 🙂 ). The people were amazing and I felt like I’ve known them for ages. How is it, that I’m always so lucky to meet good people very quickly. When is that luck going to stop?! I’m going to hang out with them some more for sure. It’s good to meet some locals.
At about 6.30 Camelia and I decided to take the cab home and go to bed. A good decision. It’s been a long week and a long night, which is why I’m going to fall into my comfy bed and enjoy the nice weather.
I’m just going to leave you with the motivation to read my next post, because some great adventures of me and Dr. Diarrhea are to come. I’d also like to leave you with the thought that I could actually wear my sungalsses in January, because we had amazing 25 degress today.
Here are some pictures:
1: My appartment buildling (the run-down looking yellow one)
2: Toni and Camelia in Cubic
3: My friend, hero and savior Dr. Diarrhea
By the way. If you guys keep up the reading like this, there’s going to be more pictures coming! I’m proud and thankful. The last post received 240 reads in one day. Amazing!!!! You all rock!
I’ve been in Macau for almost two days now and it feels strangely familiar already, although I have barely seen anything yet. Thanks to Eli and Karo, who have shown me many places to eat and drink and buy my basic necessities. We have had two fun days walking through the city and trying out all kinds of food.
After I arrived in the evening of the 25th we had some food at a Japanese restaurant and afterwards went to their home for some cheap beers (Tsingtao).
The second day I went on a discovery journey and saw many amazing things. I don’t even know where to start explaining and describing. I walked down the main roads to see what is waiting to be discovered by me. At one point I turned into a small sideroad with small scooter repair shops and some workers hanging out. On the other end of the path there was a park leading onto a hill. I went up there to see wether I could get a good view of the area I was staying in. And after several steps I reached the top of the hill. Behind a big rock there were 4 kids hiding (10 years old or so/I can’t really guess the age of the people here). They had just come from school and still had their uniforms on. To them it was a great idea to spend their freetime burning their homework and empty sheets of paper. It was good to see again how easy it is to have fun and be happy. Apparently happiness only needs a piece of paper and a lighter. On my way downhill I saw two old guys (the only way I know they were old is their grey hair) in the park. One was doing some Tai Chi excercises and the other one was pulling of some great Kung Fu moves on a sandsack. I have finally reached my own Jackie Chan movie, I thought to myself.
On the way back to my hotel I came across a temple called the “Kun Iam Temple”. Now I know it is a very important point for me because whenever I get into a taxi to go back home I gotta ask for “Kun Iam Ton”, since the cab drivers and generally everybody does not understand a word of English besides Bye bye and I can’t find my place otherwise. At first I didn’t dare to go inside because I felt it would be disrespectful, me not knowing the story behind any of it and all. I decided to go in anyway. As soon as I went in, the smell of the incense sticks hit me. People were holding dozens of them in their hands kneeling in front of statues, sitting on the benches or waving them front and back in front of their chests. I need to figure out the whole meaning of it, but have some patience with me. I’ve only been here so long. A girl on the bench caught my attention because something about here told me that she was dealing with something big or trying to figure out some kind of life changing question. She was not praying like the others or going into the prayer room. She was just sitting their with her incense sticks. Something about the place really touched me and motivated me even more to learn about this culture.
Later that day i met with Eli and Karo and we got some dinner, again. I don’t think I will even buy any kitchen supplies. Going out to eat is so cheap, it would be useless to buy the ingredients myself. The only reason I should buy supplies, the others told me, is when I get tired of Asian food. But honestly I don’t see that happening. If it does though, I’ll be back on potatoes and steak.
After dinner we went to the Sands Casino for some cocktails. It was Ladies’ night which meant cheap cocktails. The girls introduced me to the Bar Manager Carlito and his own creation, a cocktail that knocked my socks off. We didn’t gamble or anything. We just sat there enjoying the show on stage. A band called Fever was performing songs in several languages and when they took a break a dance group game on stage. With every performance of the group they seemed to be losing a piece of clothing-backstage though. I’m not talking about strippers here-. The girls introduced me to the band and we had a good chat about music and Macau. The next day I went to the casino the band offered me to jam with them and suggested to play a Muse song. See how that’s gonna be. I haven’t played in ages. That third night, after picking up Nanja, the other NHTV student, and goign to the casino, we came back to our buildling with some beers and chillid on the roof on a blanket listening to music and talking about anything and everything. It was Eli, Camelia and me on that roof. Three NHTV students in Macau. I ended up staying up all night and going to my registration without any sleep.
It was a good way to end my first 3 days in Macau.
I could write so much more, but I gotta be running. Here’s a picture of us on the roof and one of the view off that hill.
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