Golden Week
What is Golden Week? I’m not really sure but it has something to do with taking a vacation in celebration of children, trees, constitutions, substitutes, and Showa. For me though, it means escaping the robot factory and traveling over seas. For 10 days Theresa and I enjoyed a relaxing time in Boracay, Philippines, Hong Kong and Macau (note: the final two days were spent on the potty).
Our first full day was spent at Hong Kong Disney. Did you know Goofy sounds just as much a retard in Chinese as he does in English? GuhhAAARshoo! The park is very similar to all the Magic Kingdoms except it’s missing quite a few rides. They don’t have an Adventure Land, but they have Pirate Land; A land which doesn’t have Pirates of the Caribbean. Space Mountain was quite dull and the Jungle Cruise isn’t any funnier when you have Mao Ling pointing out the backside of water. Although it has many shortcomings I still felt quite at home on Main Street.
After Hong Kong we flew to Boracay, an island paradise in the Philippines. I’ve seen whiter sands and clearer water but I haven’t really come across people as nice as the Boracay Filipinos. They were all really nice and especially easy to bargain down with. Not only are the people amazing, but they have awesome mangoes. The pineapples and coconuts were weak, but man, they have killer mangoes. After 5 days of relaxing under the sun we headed back to Hong Kong.
We must’ve had some bad food at the airport in Manila because we were stuck in the hotel for 2 days in Hong Kong. We left the first hostel early because we were put in a bathroom with 2 beds and had an air conditioner that didn’t make the room any cooler but ended up blackening our tongues (side note, I just learned the Pepto-Bismal was the culprit for the black tongue). We skipped out of there and luckily found a room at The Salisbury which was a really nice, clean hotel overlooking the harbor. We spent another day there recovering and ventured out on our last day. We went to the island of Macao, known for it’s casinos. Apparently, they make more money than Vegas. And I learned why. The Wynn gobbled up all my money at blackjack.
Well, now we’re back on Mars. I can feel my life oozing out of me as every teacher asks why I wasn’t at school last week.
May 8th, 2007 at 5:05 pm
did city hall have a phone where you could call a cantonese mickey to say happy birthday to you?
May 8th, 2007 at 9:28 pm
I joked to Theresa about that but was too scared to try and find out. I figured they would think I was mad.
May 9th, 2007 at 2:16 am
Hey Scott, did anyone speak portuguese in Macao?
May 9th, 2007 at 8:22 am
I didn’t hear any Portuguese but you can see the Portuguese influence all around. It was like Europe taken over by Chinese, it was weird. I did see a Brazilian BBQ though!
May 9th, 2007 at 10:44 am
we didn’t even see the backside of water! we saw fire!
May 9th, 2007 at 12:08 pm
I wasn’t sure if the masses were ready to hear about the fire pit on the Jungle Cruise.