Despite being a 3 day weekend in the UK, and having a rare and much desired quiet one, I found myself anxious and uneasy. Possibly having minimal human contact had something to do with this, but after a little bit of thinking I wrote it down to two things – the weight of things ‘to do’ and decisions to make. Continue reading
And so it was that we found ourselves on the return flight from Beijing to Shenzhen, considerably less drunken but considerably more travel sick (me). This was compounded on the ferry trip to Macau, which resulted in a happy ten minutes retching into a paper bag by the ladies toilets alongside other miserable travellers. Rarely has there been a more glamorous arrival into Macau.