"Pictures paint a thousand words." So goes the cliche. But they're cliches because they're true, a lot of times over. As much as i'd love to write about Macau, and how I've bonded with the country in such short a time, I'm going to let pictures tell the story in the meantime. (And besides, i'm STILL going to write about Macau when my mind is a bit more organized and lucid.)
Like two good altar boys, Melvin and I are well behaved in front of the Ruins of St. Paul. This place is much nicer at night. Very serene, with only a few people camped out - some having an impromptu picnic, others walking their dogs. Most of the time, they're locals, which is a welcome change after seeing this place swarming with tourists during the day.
Lester, the jolly white giant, attacks the unsuspecting city of Macau. He heads off to the Macau Tower and tries to pull it out.
After a long, arduous fight, Lester is overpowered by the sheer might and determination of the nation's army. Once apprehended by the National Guard, they chained the jolly white giant, hoping he will no longer wreak havoc in the city.
Outside the Macau Cathedral at night. Very peaceful. Very serene. It feels like you're in the plaza of some colonial town in the Philippines -- like Vigan, La Union or Malinao.
And here's an absolutely hare-raising shot to end the night.
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