wee beasties
Walked again this Sunday; rachael and I looked for a flea market, each following different instructions (me, lonely planet called lonely planet; bcos guide book get you lost and you have no friends anymore rachael, macau tourist guide) but managing to reach the same place where there was no sign of any flea market. We went back up to the docks, to the royal supermarket (not esp. regal.) across to the red market; a three story covered market with tongues on hooks and skillful men with massive pointy chinese knives that look like they escaped from a Shaw bros. kung fu film. I then walked to three lamps and went to the big stationers, but didn't find what I was looking for. I went to the Lou Lim Ioc garden and watched fishes. I drew a picture of the pagoda at the end of the bridge with seven turns ( stops evil spirits; demons can only move in straight lines, apparently.) I became tired of drawing stopped before I finished, but still felt virtuous for having tried. I walked through the garden and saw a rat running through the bamboo, looked closer and saw
a small coffee-brown chinese squirrel, running along with a nut in its mouth. It ran up to another very cute brown squirrel and then ran up a tree, out to the end of a branch and down a bamboo stalk. It leapt from stalk to stalk in an agile squirrelly way and disappeared from view.
I measured macau on the map; just over 2.5 km e-w. Starting to feel small...
I think that at some point (probably about 1658) the portuguese must have become tired of the inscrutable chinese and their habit of disguising every building as a bank, and passed laws requiring every business and building to be labelled in portuguese, stating exactly the type of business within. this is actually quite helpful. One pleasing aspect of this is that all the hairdressers have barber's poles, a kaleidoscope of whirly spirally things in many different designs, lengths and speeds, i saw a man with just a chair under an awning in an alley, he had a whirly pole, i also saw a really slick place with a little minimalist blue and white pole up next to their sign. there are a lot of hairdressers (as in every other place in the world, it seems) so almost every street has a whirly pole on it somewhere.
My cement skills are improving slowly, starting to feel like less of a lumbering snowbeastie next to the swift and elegant thai carvers. Celebrated Joy's 25th birthday on sunday; went to her, suwan and ed's flat and ate delicious and hot thai food; joy's mother has a restaurant in thailand and Joy is a very good cook. green mango salad, other eaty things. There were fireworks for the grand prix.
late again.
sleepy sleeps.
a small coffee-brown chinese squirrel, running along with a nut in its mouth. It ran up to another very cute brown squirrel and then ran up a tree, out to the end of a branch and down a bamboo stalk. It leapt from stalk to stalk in an agile squirrelly way and disappeared from view.
I measured macau on the map; just over 2.5 km e-w. Starting to feel small...
I think that at some point (probably about 1658) the portuguese must have become tired of the inscrutable chinese and their habit of disguising every building as a bank, and passed laws requiring every business and building to be labelled in portuguese, stating exactly the type of business within. this is actually quite helpful. One pleasing aspect of this is that all the hairdressers have barber's poles, a kaleidoscope of whirly spirally things in many different designs, lengths and speeds, i saw a man with just a chair under an awning in an alley, he had a whirly pole, i also saw a really slick place with a little minimalist blue and white pole up next to their sign. there are a lot of hairdressers (as in every other place in the world, it seems) so almost every street has a whirly pole on it somewhere.
My cement skills are improving slowly, starting to feel like less of a lumbering snowbeastie next to the swift and elegant thai carvers. Celebrated Joy's 25th birthday on sunday; went to her, suwan and ed's flat and ate delicious and hot thai food; joy's mother has a restaurant in thailand and Joy is a very good cook. green mango salad, other eaty things. There were fireworks for the grand prix.
late again.
sleepy sleeps.
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11:29 PM
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your blog is better than mine. i like your blog. my idea though (yes i am referring to the whole blog phenomenon). give luv to rachel
Hi Little Nemo. we do enjoy your blog - much better than post cards and even phone calls, tho they're nice too; You give us a good picture of Macau and yr life there. Harrietville was good and the sun shome, the musicians made a great and sometimes joyful noise and now we're back podding and peeling this year's bumper crop of broad beans. lots of love and so on, mum
i had a blog before you, ronan. it was called inarticulations. forgot my password only did two posts. your blog is very amusing. mb you get credits on the travel blog idea though.
let it go, macewans!
ps. hi simo, when we get drunk on coconut vodka?
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