Macau: first impresssions

As you start walking down some of the old portuguesy streets you notice the shop owners on the way all play it cool. Rather than there eyes lighting up as you, the likely rich foreigner, comes near they look at you and your ratty clothes with a mix of disinterest and disgust. I don't get it. Sure I've worn these for the past 24 h , but I washed them in a hotel sink the day before. A group of young chinese males come near and you take off your sunglasses to give them dirty looks when they inevitably start leering lustily at your girlfriend, but they just walk by and don't notice you. Later you enter the main square, crawling with Chinese tourists. Ok , you think, here comes the lone ups of people asking for photos with you. You brace for the deluge, but it never comes.

What's wrong with this country. Nobody pays us any special notice because were foreign. We now have to look at the prices on menus and it is no longer accceptable to tip 20 cents.

Kim and I quickly ran back to our hotel hid under the covers and hoped that when we came out we'd be in india again.