I took a ferry to Macau for the day. In many ways the town reminded me of Goa. Both having once been ruled by the Portuguese, the architecture had that distinct flavour: arches dominating the buildings; open squares; even one of the churches was similar to one I’d seen in Panjim.
I scaled Penha Hill overlooking the Pearl River which on this day, didn’t seem aptly named. I walked to the A-Ma Chinese Temple, one of the must sees I’d noted before my arrival.
Macau had been a place I’d heard about for years, but while the city centre was impressive, the quieter streets left a bit to be desired. I guess the hype had been about the casinos. This was a place to gamble, something that’s never appealed to me.
I caught the ferry back well after dark, not overly impressed with Macau but still glad I’d caught a glimpse of a place I had once heard a lot about.