First Day of Macao

My exhaustion was still with me from the previous week and travelling as I was not able to sleep well. Bertha met me at the lobby and I found myself on a bus to the Macao immigration department minutes later. The air was still as bad and the smell was terrible. My morning was occupied by waiting with many immigrants mainly from China to submit needed documents and to receive my temporary work visa.

I stepped into the Macao office after 9 months since my first visit. Warm colleagues showed me to my place and I am now seated at a cubicle slightly smaller than my apartment in Tokyo. Behind me are full-length windows that looks over Dr. Carlos Assumpcao Park. On a clear day, I guess this 19th floor view is not bad at all.

After a dim sum lunch, Bertha and I were off again. We went to the bank and signed me up at the company gym to fill up time before we started our apartment hunt. Bertha had lined up a few apartments on the Macao Peninsular and Taipa island for me to choose. We spent the rest of the afternoon visiting 4 of the best apartments Bertha saw in the past week on buses, cabs, and on foot. By 6pm, I was so tired that all I wanted then was to be able to take a nice long bath, have a full body massage, and sleep for a day or 2 straight.

Bertha and I returned to the office and I managed to catch up on some important emails. I grab some dinner at the local diner to-go and went back to the hotel around 7. After dinner, I did some light reading, took a LONG bath and was in bed around 10:30. Hmm, at least I managed to get some stuff done and close to deciding on my apartment. With this, I guess I was able to get some sleep.

I felt much better this morning. Bertha came pick me up and we tired the morning commute and traffic to work form my preferred choice. I guess we can finalize on my new place today and will be out late afternoon to look at furniture. I can not change the weather/climate or the environment I am in, but being able to make choices sure helps. I will try to enjoy my stay at the hotel but look forward to moving into a place of my own soon. Hopefully by days of living out of a suitcase ends this weekend.

Macao in a whole looks like the areas of Pudu and Chow Kit back in Malaysia (but does not share the same crime rate, as I was told). Even though there are tonnes of Casinos around, but hey... Being brave, I guess all I need is time to get this.