The weekend

Pleased to report that I have not seen the dawn again yet, however the ‘crash and burn’ effect has gripped us in the last couple of days , with Moo, Hubs and I sleeping happily till 11.30 on Saturday. After a very late breakfast we headed out into the very misty day to see the mermaids.

The mermaids appear daily gliding and floating through a magical underwater panorama 20 meters high and about 50 meters wide. There are 4 or 5 of them taking it in turn to amaze and delight the crowds with their aquatic grace. Moo was enchanted and almost convinced. The stunning display is in fact on a video wall inside the entrance to one of the casino buildings, nothing more than a sideshow to welcome the guests, but spectacular nonetheless. It’s a land of smoke and mirrors.

After Moo had her fill of the display we headed upstairs for a spot of lunch and enjoyed a wonderful ramen dish (noodles and pork with vegetables in miso soup), that was filling and delicious. Then, with lions girded, we made our way to the main event of the day. We approached the queue with much trepidation. It seemed to be taking people an awfully long time to get in and there seemed to be an awful lot of flapping paper. When it was at last our turn, we had to sign a liability form, produce our passports and purchase a pair of socks for the idiot who turned up on a warm day with only summer shoe clad bare feet. Once the price of the socks had been applied to our automated swipe card payment system, and the said socks were applied to the correct feet, it was finally time for our entry to be authorised and we were allowed through ‘passport control’ at Kids City. After all that rigmarole it had better be a darned good soft play area.

Fortunately it is and Moo spent the next two hours running around like a loony, throwing herself down what would be perilous slopes without the copious amounts of foam matting cocooning the children. Hubs and I hid in the cafe for a while listening to the joyous yells coming from around the corner, Moo appeared to breathlessly tell us she had been down the zip line 3 times, but didn’t like it any more because she bashed her face, then zoomed off to the bouncy tent.
When it came time to leave sweetness and light was replaced by tired and grumpy in the flick of a switch. By the time we got to the supermarket ‘the grown-ups’ nerves were beginning to fray. When Moo decided that it was far too smelly in the supermarket that she had to walk around pinching her nose and declaring at every opportunity ‘ it really smells in here’. It had been a bit of a theme for the last couple of days, as the smells here are indeed very different, though at times no less noxious, than rural France and it has been a lot for her to take in. But both mummy and daddy were getting near the ropes end as she paraded around with a look of utter disgust on her normal placid face.
When shopping was over, Mummy and Moo were dispatched in a cab back to the apartment while daddy went for a long massage. I will admit to being a little peeved at this at first, but after a while I realised that we all have a lot of adjusting to do and after such a long time away from the mood swings of a 5 year old and her mummy it must be very hard for Hubs to deal with it all, all at once.

By the time hubs returned we were all in a much more pleasant frame of mind. Moo was dispatched to bed and Hubs and I fell onto the sofa and fell fast asleep in front of the football. It seems quite ridiculous that I have to come all the way to China to be able to watch live premiership games, but it’s just one more of the many odd things about this place.

On Sunday morning I woke before the others and enjoyed a little ‘me time’ on the balcony. Once again the mist was so thick you could barely see to the other side of the bridge, and the tops of the buildings were wreathed in cloud.
Its strange, but of all the weather types fog and mist hold the most fascination for me. There is something unearthly and eerie, yet utterly peaceful. I remember a time when I was younger, out on a family dog walk and the mist suddenly rolled in surrounding us and cutting us off from each other. For just a few moments everything but my own self had gone, there was nothing to cling on to, no direction to be found, the stillness was both wonderful and terrifying. Total dislocation, cut off from everything around you and even though you knew everything was still exactly where is should be there was, for me, the slight fear that when the mists cleared nothing would be the same. Of course when the mist rolled out everything was exactly where it should have been and all was normal, but the feeling of dislocation is something that has always resonated.

Hubs was up next and we had a lie on the sofa waiting for Moo to emerge. It was so nice just sitting together that before we knew it it was 11.30 again and the thought of getting Moo to bed that night hauled me out of my comfy spot to rouse her. A trip to the supermarket was on the cards today, but not the ‘smelly one’. Hubs had been tipped off about a new one so after a little investigation it was found and plundered. Rather bizarrely it is full of ‘western’ goods, mostly from waitrose and mostly cheaper than waitrose, go figure. Hubs was in delight as he cruised the aisles and stocked up for a Sunday roast, and just happened to pick up a block of cheddar and some branston pickle on the way. It amazed me that here, over 6000 miles away from UK shores, the stock of UK goods was much better and much cheaper than I can get in France. Another Oddity of Macau for the list.

The Pizzas we picked up for lunch can also go on the list. Have you ever had a pizza with the cooking instructions involving steaming in a frying-pan? Well I now have, and it was most peculiar I can assure you.
Hubs began the preparations for the evening meal, then we headed out to the apartments playground. There are playgrounds everywhere, each apartment block has it’s own and there are little area dotted all over the island. Judging by the almost pristine condition of the equipment, I don’t think there has been much call for one at this complex, but we will soon put that to rights.

Hubs and Moo headed off back to the apartment and I headed to the sauna for half an hour for a bit more mist. When I returned you could smell the roast as soon as the lift doors opened and it wasn’t too long before we were all full of wonderful food and back on the sofa again. Does it get any better than this?

A bientot.


Author: hillywillyworld

Living as an 'ex-pat' in Thailand with my daughter Moo and sometimes my Hubby too (when he is not bringing home the bacon from Macau). Sometimes it's funny. Sometimes it's tough. Sometimes it's confusing. Most of the time it's just...random. Join me as I struggle and giggle my way through this thing called life.

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