Ow’s and ooh’s and aah’s

After a long chat and lots of cuddles with Hubs on Monday night, Tuesday dawned much brighter, It seems that we will be spending a bit more time here in the Summer than we had originally planned. Hubs is only contracted till the beginning of August, but the reality of the situation may be different, we just don’t know, and its the uncertainty that’s been making this bit so hard for us both. There are so many ‘if’s’ ‘buts’ and ‘when’s’, that is hard to make plans, but what we both know for sure is that it will be easier to deal with them if we are together.

The sore throat that had been getting steadily worse throughout the day was now rather swollen, but, armed with the funky Chinese throat spray, we headed out to explore more of the island. After a protracted wait for a non-existent bus, we changed stops and destinations and headed of to the south of the Island to find the beach.
The bus ride was epic and took us on a tour of the old town, and airport, past Hubs work on the Cotai strip then finally down to the peaceful bustle free Coloane.

We had a stroll along the coastal road, meandering around the old town squares and taking in a few temples that are dotted around the place, then I whipped out the tourist map and we set off to find the beach. Coloane has two beaches, Cheoch Van and Hac Sa, although we had wanted to visit Hac Sa and see the black sand it looked a bit too far for small legs so we went to the other instead. The walk took us up the lush green mountain path so high we were walking through the warm mist, then back down the other side to the beach. It took about 5 minutes for us to be soaked up to the knees running through the surf unsuccessfully dodging the breaking waves. We stopped for lunch at one of the beach side restaurants and watched the fishermen and swimmers then headed to the other end of the beach for a bit more frolicking and shell collecting. As we walked back up to the top road it was clear that this side of the beach was the ‘posh end’ with beautiful houses and restaurants carved out of the rock overlooking the bay, I wonder just how much one of these new houses would go for, and I shudder to think!
The bus came for us and we got on and a very kind lady gave us her seat. There is no question that this will happen if you have a child with you or are infirm or elderly, someone will get up, that’s just the way it is done. How nice.
As the bus progressed towards Taipa, I couldn’t have been more grateful for that seat as at each stop it got fuller and fuller. The stated passenger capacity is obviously merely a suggestion and by the time we got to our stop I would estimate that there were around 150 people on the bus. And I thought it was crowded in London! After a brief skirmish we managed to get to the door and popped out onto the pavement. Note to self, in the future avoid getting a bus at around 5 pm.
That night was spent mostly on the sofa drinking ice water and coating my throat with curious medicines in attempt to calm the infection, Thankfully by morning it was starting to feel a little less angry, but I was a little tired as we met up with another ‘theatre widow’, Mrs C, who is here at the moment with the intention of going out for coffee, but the weather had other plans for us. As we sat in the dining room it grew darker and darker until the storm broke with a window rattling crash of thunder. For the next hour we were held hostage by a fierce storm rolling around us, and I realised exactly why there is a step up into the apartment from the balcony as, despite there being a drain, the balcony steadily filled with water to the point it was almost coming in. I never imagined you could get flooded on the 16th floor.
The storm abated slightly so we headed out into the complex park with rain mac’s and big smiles. After lunch we wandered into town and did a little light grocery shopping then it was back to the apartment to exchange a brief kiss with hubs before he packed me off for another massage session. I cant begin to explain how 45 minutes can be so utterly good for the body and soul. When I explained to the lovely lady that I had a sore throat, she spent the next 5 minutes tending to it, and although I have no idea if it will help it feel better in the long run, it was certainly doing the trick right then.

I got back to the apartment just in time to see a fireworks display from the balcony, a stunning 20 minutes display that had us all ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘aah-ing’ like little kids on bonfire night, and each time we thought it was the big finish came another, more spectacular, selection. There was a fair bit of cloud above Macau and so the effect of the shimmering colours lit up the whole sky for many miles around, although I’m glad the wind wasn’t blowing in our direction as the resulting plume of smoke may have rivaled that of the recent Volcano.

They certainly don’t do things by half here.

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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