I hadn't really travelled anywhere out-country before the night of January 4, 2019. I hadn't considered the fact that so many things could set aside actual differences; between the people, the culture, and everything in general. Before I had sat down in my seat, I made a promise to myself; To accept whatever this foreign land had for me, with open arms.
Our flights took off around approximately five in the morning, maybe a minute or more early or late. It was still dark outside, but I could see the minor details i never took time to notice.
I took the time I had, which was nearly six hours, to watch some of the very classic films the company had to offer.
We landed at HongKong International Airport at around Twelve pm or Eleven am, HongKong Time, and good lord, was I excited (And a little panicky because we didn't know where to get the luggage from. More on that later.)
We booked four ferry tickets, and waited till it was One-thirty, more specifically the time we departed Via ferry. To Macao.
One Thirty came way sooner than I had anticipated, and before I knew it, I found myself mid-water body on a boat, despite my very serious fear of the sea and any other majorly (or minorly) deep water body. It was soothing, to say the least.
We arrived at The Macao Ferry Terminal and oh my god, was it beautiful. Macao seemed to be way too perfect to actually be real, I almost felt I was dreaming at one point. Keyword; almost.
The Luggage. We got the luggage. At the Airport, when we were told we wouldn't be getting our luggage ASAP, my mind went into a spiral. What do you mean, not now? The very, very confused woman who's emotions reflected our own, calmly explained how it worked; she would take the luggage tags from our boarding passes, and stick it to our ferry tickets. That way, our luggage would get transported with us, on the ferry, directly to Macao. I was left stunned, to say the very least.
There was, however, going to be one minor problem. As much as I was keen to try everything Macao had to offer, I didn't know if I could do it.
Which is exactly why we ended our first day in Macao with McDonald's, and returning back to our hotel, and falling asleep.
Two hours time difference. Maybe two and a half. However long it was, it had messed my entire sleep schedule up. I found myself waking up at Eight o clock, and sometimes constanty moving in and out of sleep during the randomest hours of the night.
I woke up once and for all at Ten am, got ready, and we searched. We searched for Indian Food, and we finally found this one place; The Golden Peacock, which happened to be in The Venetian, right across from where I was staying.
We went into The Venetian, and we searched for another thirty minutes. No luck. But Lo and Behold, I turn my gaze at 90° and there it is. I hadn't missed Indian Food in such a long time.
We ate, looked around for a bit until we got drained, explored a little, and went back to hotel, completely exhausted, and fell asleep.
But hey, atleast we had a little fun.
