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frustrated8th january 2011 - we arrived at macau at 2am on a cold winter night. the tiny macau airport was freezing cold and i was shivering as i queued up to go through the customs. out of the customs, i loitered at the airport area, afraid to go out in the open which must be about 7 degrees. when i mustered enough courage to step out of the airport and join the taxi queue which had only one couple before us, a group of PRCs dashed out of the airport. the queue they most definitely did not join. instead, they stood on the road and clambered quickly into every cab that came along. the amazing thing was, then their peers would come along from nowhere and hop into the cab with them! at 2am in the morning, there weren't a lot of cabs around. at the rate these boors were sprouting, i wasn't about to get into a cab soon. i was freezing, and very very frustrated. we exchanged conversation with the couple before us who looked equally bewildered, found out they were too singaporeans and were also heading to the venetian. heck the queue, we decided we would do as the romes do - hop onto the road, grab a cab and head to our destination together.
we parted ways with our newfound friends at the lobby of the venetian. nope, we were not staying at the venetian (although i wished i were!). gungho us thought, hey we're going to be macau, the city that never sleeps - we should just play through the night! we were very soon finding ourselves to regret our decision majorly. we headed to the casino and immediately found ourselves detesting the place a lot. the place was so highly polluted by cigarette smoke we felt like we could not breathe. we walked around and found no non-smoking area existent. we decided to fill our stomache at the restaurant situated in the casino. mistake. it was worse there - people just smoked everywhere around us. and we soon discovered that the people spit on the floor, yes, carpetted floor no less! no points for guessing where these casino patrons came from - not locals, not exactly anyway.