I've never really enjoyed Macau until my last visit.
Perhaps because I have never really explored it as extensively. Or maybe because in my previous trips, I wasn't privileged enough to sleep at the Venetian. Or maybe simply because, this time I was with T. And being with him made all the difference.
At the elevator landing of the 14th floor,
just before we started the hunt for Rm. 14-003.
We weren't warned that the whole south wing of the Venetian
was as huge as Megamall Bldg. A.
(Guy, BTW, is one of Jason's best friends. It was
my first time to meet him but it felt like we've known
each other in our teens. Err... well, in his teenage and my toddler years.)
the main event.
Belle, you made me very proud of you again.
our first round of drinks.
Sparkling sangria for me, Rose sangria for T,
and ice-cold beer for Guy.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the bitchest of them all?
She brought us carrot cake, inside scoop and lots of fun.
Pineapple barbecue with cinnamon sugar
for breakfast at Fogo Samba
AUMULU-ing at the Ven
T being such a good tourist.
the Macau landmark.
We didn't go any closer than this.
"What's the point?", I quipped.
"I was able to get it by zooming in anyway."
The most sumptuous lunch and
the most refreshing
noontime sangria (they use lemons instead of oranges)
*Thanks, Miss Jamesy for lending my your Cybershot! Full album to be posted soon, with the official video documentation.