Well got in at 5am, that was a good night not to raucous, but enough to get a good taste of Macau. Didn't do much gambling, as it was so damn expensive - £10 minimum bet on the cheapest tables, way too much for a backpacker like me! Any way, got up at 9am (check out the bright purple breakfast I bought - itvwas really tastey and full of some strange sticky paste) and changed my Borneo flight. FlightCentre, the worst travel agency in the world, wanted £100 to...

On the 38th floor in the alteta bar, enjoying a beer with the boys in the aptly named 'bar 38' - life ain't too bad!

Just having a cheeky bottle of red before we head up to the altera roof top bar, behind where we're sitting now!

Richard, who claims his hostel is the 'hostel for gigalos' has just been sharing some good tales of debauchery Regaring previous guests, in return has made us promise to tell him stories of our exploits tonight!

We all faffed for ages, then got the wrong bus and ended up hungry and lost in a ropey part of town, but then we found a local restaurant, which is probably the most raucaus/loud place I've ever been in. So we decided to stay! One of the gurls with us has can speak some broken mandarin - so she just ordered us dinner, and other than it contains chicken can't tell us any more. Let's see what we get...