I’ve had the pleasure of visiting Macau three times now, and every time I walk away from it feeling a little bit relieved to be jumping on the ferry again. I can’t say that it’s not an incredibly mental place for an exceptional night out, as I found out this weekend when I visited with my best girlfriends in Hong Kong, but I do have to say that it does kind of freak me out a bit.
For those of you that don’t know anything about Macau, it’s basically Asia’s Vegas, except it makes a substantial amount more money and there are far more Chinese people, as you’d expect. The whole place is this little bubble where everything is centered around casinos and you never actually having to go outside, but rather just hop from hotel to hotel, club to club, casino to casino. It’s near impossible to find anything that isn’t run by them. I don’t think I even saw a grocery store.
That being said, it’s still worth the visit if you’re looking to go on a bit of a mad one. It’s also one of the places that you simultaneously hate and love. Like in what crazy world is there a replica of the Rialto and the Eiffel Tower all in aid of getting people to stay in your hotel, and in what world is it okay to put a rollercoaster as part of the structure of the upper floors of your hotel, but at the same time, I can’t help but gaze open mouthed or laugh at it. It’s an odd one.