After checking out my hotel I moved into my hostel. Its in a great area called Causeway Bay and packed full of designer shops, malls, restaurants, etc. My hostel is.. well.. a complete dump. I can't really describe it more politely because they block swear words on this site. But anyway I met a few people there. A lot were fly-by-night'ers, just needing a few hours kip before they flew out somewhere else. Paid twelve quid a night to what I thought was reasonable. Anyways barely spent any time there as I was just out siteseeing.

Friday came and the Olympic Torch was in town. Sod that. Everywhere you pass over here theres a banner for the olympics. I heard that they were shutting part of the transport system down so I decided to leave the country for the day and head to Macau. Macau is like China's version of Vegas, though not half a sleazy. It was a Portugese colony for hundreds of years and as I've been to Portugal a few times, I wanted to see how you combine two completely different cultures.

The ferry took an hour and was incredible choppy. Now being used to all the signs in English and Chinese, I had to get used to them in English and Portuguese. After the wait through customs I was approached by the guy who could barely speak English pointing at his tuk tuk (no its not as rude as that). He said he could take me round Macau in an hour for $300HK. After speaking to the tourist information person I thought that it was better than walking or getting a coach for the day so on I went with that.

Jesus. Christ. I wasn't expecting this. He drove past all the big casino's as I took photos and he asked if I wanted a photo. So he immediately stopped, in the middle of a four lane roundabaout, and went and stood on the grass about half a mile away to take my photo. Meanwhile I've got every bus, coach, taxi and scooter under the sun nearly crashing into me while he takes his time to get back on the bike.

He then carried on taking me round Macau tower asking me if I wanted to do the bungee jump. Being a complete wimp and being skint until next week, I wanted carried on, although I am slightly regretting that now. He then took me all the way up to the Chinese mainland border which was heaving patroled by the military. I then ended up at a temple which was crammed between two massive Mediterranean styled buildings. It really is weird to see. Its like being in the China town district of a Portuguese city that just never ends. But its stunning. After a walk around the temple we headed for the ruins of St Paul's church, one of Macau most famous landmarks. The streets were packed with people, litterally people crammed from building to building up small cobbled streets fighting to get past each other.

He then took me through the main part of the "old town" of Macau, again seeing all the enormous Mediterranean style buildings before finishing the trip near the ferry terminal and made my way back to Hong Kong. That evening it was in full flow and the amount of tourists there at the weekend is far more than during the week. An to end the night on a good note, I found out that my flight had been changed an I had an extra day in Hong Kong. Sometimes BA does get something right....