• We are Tuesday December 2nd and I landed in Hong-Kong. A driver who doesn’t speak a single word of English but is still laughing, a great design hotel found on tripadvisor located in Kowloon, then a nice walk where I get lost (I love losing myself in big cities…it’s always the best way to visit) in the middle of a huge crowed made with  small people. lol. In the morning I get on the ferry that drives me to Macau, the asian Las Vegas … “The most corrupted city in the world” said Orson Wells. When speaking of American culture we can not fail to mention their sense of excess, their taste for extremes, for « bling bling », their boldness that goes up to reproduce in the middle of nowhere some of the most representative monuments of the European culture: the Eiffel Tower, the Coliseum, the Palace of Venice … honnestly it was daring ;  but again, if Asians are more discreet, they secretly built a brand new empire .Fast, hardworking, they build with the determination of an army of ants ready to dominate the world and the whole solar system that goes with it. If Macau is still a draft of Las Vegas, still having a lot under construction, the few hotel-casinos already mark their overwhelming domination. The Venetian is not less than the largest hotel in the world, Macau and its gamers generate more money than Vegas and I even heard that it generates as much as all US casinos together.

   

• Here no Elvis , no Marilyn, no flyers distributed on the streets to offer the services of an escort girl, no bachelor parties where revelers crammed spread across your path, not even in the vice and gambling, Asian remains in its place, serious and disciplined and girls are exposed side by side, “ready to eat”.I do not know what worries me the most: their little faces unbelievably juvenile, or the number they wear pinned to their breasts. Las Vegas slot machines sing their songs of sirens 24h a day ; you are caught in a tumult that make you lose the head, even for those that do not gamble, the melody of the falling coins is intoxicating, heady, to a point where silence in your suite then seems alarming. I have not this feeling in Macau. I am lost in the immensity of this town/ hotel / mega-mall / casino /, all gaming tables are busy, I’m only in a microcosm in which, myself , I am a tiny particle. I just want to find my room and sit on a soft bed, remove my socks and lay down arms and legs wide open in the « star position »..

   

• S…., my computer has no more batterie, too bad. I must leave you on the platform of this train station. Besides, we’re arriving at Kowloon, my destination. It seems that things are pretty well made.

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