A car, a bus, a plane, a train, a boat. Some of my journeys does feel like a refresher course on the various modes of transportation, but then again these are also those journeys that make me appreciate the destination a bit more than the journey itself. In all fairness, an overnight flight and a morning ferry were all it took for me to get to Macao. For those who want to stop reading now because I used the word Macao and have decided to infer that this is going to be a gambling related story, I warn you about the dangers of a single story just as Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie warned me about it when I was planning this trip to Macao.
Going from India, most other countries can seem underwhelming, not because we are a bunch of judgemental patriots but the sheer variation in topology and people within India can get a tad bit too overwhelming even for an Indian. We love our complexities and if a country is merely a dot in the world map, then that can seem unchallenging and an easy task for any Indian. So with such preconceived notions, I began planning for Macao. Or rather not planning. I read a couple of blogs and itineraries and I jumped to the conclusion that it was a fairly easy country to execute an impromptu plan. Most travels teach me something and this one taught me never to underestimate the size of a country or what a country can offer before experiencing it first hand.