The alarm clock rang at around 10:30 AM, and I woke up to find that the three girls who I shared a bed with were gone. They had already planned the night before to get up early so that they could try some Portuguese food for breakfast, and I didn’t want to go with them because I wanted to stay behind to take care of hotel matters and the hot messes after they all wake up. 

Peter woke up and asked, “What time is it?” I told him to start getting ready because we would need to check out soon. He rolled over on his bed and ended up touching a wet spot on the blanket, and freaked out, saying “What is this? Is this puke? Did I do this??” 

Will groggily mumbled, “That was me man, sorry.”

Peter freaked out and moved to my bed. Eventually, the rest of the sleepers woke up with headaches galore, and I hustled them to get ready.

Before heading to the ferry, some of us ordered a quick meal at the Venetian food court while the rest of us didn’t have much of an appetite. I had been craving pho for a while, so I was looking forward to going to a pho restaurant that Peter said he found near the ferry station in HK. 

I got lucky with my ferry seats, as I was seated with the two barfers. I may have motion sickness, but I don’t think I was even close to being on the same level as them that morning. At least I didn’t throw up. >:[

The ferry ride was quick since most of us passed out, and many people went home to nap some more. Some of us stayed behind to go eat at the pho restaurant, which sadly, did not have real pho. It was made from he fen. Boo.

The Macau aftermath was a chill day, since most of us didn’t have the energy to do much.

I feel like I had an experience similar to what I’d expect from Vegas. What happens in Macau, stays in Macau. DUDE, I’m kind of bummed that I didn’t get to try gambling at least once at the coin slots. I’m actually legal in Asia! 

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