Hong Kong and Macau

So, due to some bad calculationing, we had to (temporarily) ditch the Yangtze river idea and haul our asses to Hong Kong to get some new visas. Oh the joys. Cue a 24-hour, 3-train feast of travel including a night on a tiny bunk 8 feet from the floor of a stench-ridden train carraige. Has to be done. It turns out it wasn't such an unlucky accident after all, giving us a welcome break from China. It's amazing how much you appreciate the little things like an uncensored media and web access, a proper newspaper and some real bread when you can't get them for a while.

HONG KONG

Our time in Hong Kong was mostly spent sitting in visa queues observing the queue-skipping practices of various persons, trying to find cheaper accommodation and knocking back the pints with the locals. People in Hong Kong are laid back, no nonsense, non-starers, generally quite different to their Chinese neighbours. The influence of the British Empire is diluted by the influx of Chinese, a hyperactive international business environment and the general craziness generated by the wealth and prosperity that's evident all around.

Places to stay are many, places you'd want to stay are few. We tried a couple of places recommended by the (increasingly more useless) Lonely Planet guide that turned out to be glorified cupboards crammed with single beds and ancient TVs. Windows are a luxury we can do without apparently. We upped the budget a bit and decided to spend a couple of quality nights in a decent hotel rather than a week in a kip. You only live once, I think.

Lockhart Road on Hong Kong Island turned out to be THE place to get your fix of TexMex, cocktails, massage and all other manner of variably illicit and indulgent items and services. We ended up making a night of it with a couple of local boys whose favourite haunt was a club where the boys are boys and the girls are girls being boys playing girls. Very confusing. Seamus concentrated very intently on a pint of Carlsberg to avoid the creepy, grinning stares.

After all this excitement we managed to arise and go in the morning, collect those all important Chinese visas and head for Macau on a Jetboat. Hong Kong didn't leave the strongest impression with either of us. Shiny. Hectic. People existing at a different pace with a world view worlds apart from most Chinese people we had come across. It's also expensive by any standards, our credit cards were glad to see the back of it.

MACAU

And so, when we had seen all there was to be seen of Hong Kong and drank all the drink we made a bee-line for Macau for a spot of gambling. Well Fiona did. Seamus just wanted to rent a car and go to the beach.

Macau was, and still is, a revelation. After the intensity of China and the manic panic of Hong Kong, we found ourselves in a calm, tree-lined island surrounded by Portuguese colonnades, smiling people, fantastic food and customer service that would make any tourist weep with joy after a month in China.

First stop was the Pousada de Mong-Ha, a hotel complex connected to the IFT, Tourism Training Institute, which was run by the staff and students. Everything from reception to cleaning, dishwashing to cheffing and more is done by students and overseen by tutors. "no tax, no service charge, NO TIPPING" (their emphasis). The end result is top class service from overeager staff for half the price you might pay anywhere else on the island, a quarter what you'd expect to fork out at an equivalent resort in Killarney or Athlone.

If you're not interested in food, don't bother reading the next few paragraphs, otherwise go to the end to see Seamus looking a right plank in a tiny car.

The food in the typically simplistically titled "Education Restaurant" was a touch hit-and-miss but the whole experience made it worthwhile. A nervous wreck in a tux meets you at the door and lets you spell your name for them to confirm the reservation, then shows you to the enormous dining room with views out to the skyline of Macau at dusk. A gaggle of children (most of them couldn't be older than 18) pull out your chair and whack you on the back of the legs as you try to sit down, another opens your napkin with a flourish and manages to swipe it across your face before it settles on your lap, the swot in the group arrives with a wine list and forgets to pass it from my right, drawing muted howls of indignation from the ever-watchful tutor stationed behind. The combination of dramatic theatre and classroom environment make for classic comedy. If a lanky boy with an ill-fitting suit didn't thrust a menu in my face I'd almost have forgotten we were there for the food.

Oh the food. We ended up dining thricely in this restaurant marinated in education. We graduated from a three-course meal with wine on the first night with superb wine selected by a tutor to the taster menu on night the second, culminating in a first class honourable meal on our last night in Macau to revisit the lessons of the previous days. Without going in to the details of each thing on the menu (linky... http://www.ift.edu.mo/restaurant/eng/index.htm) we can confirm that the confit of duck is incredible, the beef fillet is very good and the halibut dish tastes mostly of potato, give it a miss. The pigeon is more trouble than it's worth and the scallops are extremely good as a starter. Top it off with some refreshing pineapple gazpacho and a glass of port as chosen by the maitre d'. For the benefit of anyone who might be considering a meal here, I'll have to add GOOGLE KEYWORDS, MACUA, POUSADA DE MONG-HA, EDUCATION RESTAURANT, YUMMY to get their attention. For a full on starter-main-dessert times 2 with a bottle and a half of red and lashings of port we had to stump up a miserly 500 patacas (Macau dollars) which equates to 39 euro. The expansive taster menu for 2 comes to 450 patacas not including wine, a good introduction to the highlights of the chefs-in-training-hats skillset.

Our guidebook puts it well, "We can't stress enough how smart it is to stay in Macau on any night except Saturday". Brilliant. It's not easy to stay for a week in a place and not encounter a Saturday along the way. Our darling Pousada de Mong-Ha (Pousada meaning "Place of blessed repose" apparently, sounds more like a cemetery to me) had inconsiderately allowed itself to be booked solid for the entire weekend, so off we went in our tiny rental to explore the islands of Coloane and Taipa to the south of Macau proper. Avis generously allow unlimited mileage for the duration of your rental, a shallow concession considering the country is less than 12 kilometres from top to bottom with only 40km of coastline. Saying that, we did manage to rack up 300km in 4 days, exploring every nook and cranny that took our fancy including beaches, reclaimed land, parks and bridges that we hadn't even known existed.

On our initial foray south we stumbled across the Pousasa de Coloane, helpfully located at the bottom of a dead-end track leading to a beach without a single signpost to lend aid to a weary traveller. They put us up for the weekend (we had booked to go back to the first Pousada for a few days the next week, and more of that beef) in style. Balcony over the beach, jacuzzi, pool, restaurant on the terrace. Twas tough. Coloane village itself looks over the narrow strait to China, where the contrast in levels of grime was visible even from a distance. We settled in to a brief existence as layabouts of leisure while scoffing egg tarts in Lord Stow's Bakery and sitting on rocks staring out at the South China Sea.

Our 10 days in Macau ended sooner than we would have wished. It has a gnawing charm that will surely beckon us back at some stage. It suffers the same fate as Hong Kong when it comes to attracting long term travellers, prices too high with no hostels to speak of, but we would recommend Macau to anyone as an exotic alternative to the Canaries or the Ring of Kerry.