Dearest family, friends, acquaintances and others,
Greetings yet again from the orient,
Firstly, congratulations to all our newly wed friends. Good game guys.
Secondly, we must apologise for the growing irregularities with regards to the release of these episodes... but sometimes when you hit that writers block over and over with your forehead for a few weeks, well... it doesn't really help... whoever did say that is damn liar.
But, finally, we have some substance worth mentioning...
Breathe a sigh of relief... we officially have our 12 month working visa's. It only took a week and a half in the end, which is a miracle... truly.
Jacs and I have felt a massive weight just fall from our shoulders. Work is hard but going well. Holidays in two weeks... woohoo.
What news other than that? Well, glad you asked.... um... ah...
Nothing much hey.
The chinks are still doing their chinkie thing, you know, working.
Just a quick side note... That is all they do. These locals. Work and shop. It's hard to tell if they work to shop or shop to work...
I have just re-read what I have written, and I have to be honest with you, It just dont make no sense...
But neither do their priorities.
I suppose I can elaborate on our visa run just this last weekend to Macau... If you are bored already, don't feel obliged to carry on reading, I understand. Just skip to the last paragraph.
Just off the coast of Hong Kong there is a former Portugese colony called, you guessed it, Macau. I feels like a dirty Hong Kong. I mean, it's nice and all, but, you get the feeling like you have just left Sandton and have fallen into the bronx. I was going to say the bluff, but, half of my family originally hails from the bluff, so, one can't shoot oneself in the foot without feeling a hint pain and relative stupidity.
This was the third time that we have actually been there, but the previous two times were on a very strict budget. The first time, we ended up sitting on the pavement outside a Caltex garage sharing a packet of lays and a coke. Which was nice.
The second time we arrived at half past seven in the evening on a Wednesday. So, you know that it's going to be a rough one. We ended up at a McDonald's, and spent about an hour trying to find out how to get back to the ferry to go home.
Now by this time, we weren't really that psyched for doing all of that again... and luckily, it didn't turn out at all like the other escapades. Jacqui, armed with a map, directed us to the town centre. Now this is what I was talking about... white and black Mosaic streets, ancient buildings and... wait for it... An actual ruin... It is called the Ruins of St. Paul. Built by Jesuit priests or monks or whatever, in 1623... or thereabouts. Most of the original building was destroyed in a fire in the 1800's but thethe top of the stairs and touched the pillars thethe oldest thing I have ever touched. facade remained mostly intact. When I finally got to held it up, it occurred to me that besides rocks and mountains and stuff, this was
I'm sure others would have been able to put that last bit somewhat more poetically, but, there it is.
Anyway, after Jacqui finally managed to restrain me from fondling the wall in front of hundreds of people, we headed for the local museum... which, I must tell you, was frikking awesome. I like museums, I'm not sure why exactly, but, I do. It was built upon the original fortress from the same period as the church, and they even had the original cannons mounted in the square. I know I have used original quite a bit in this last segment, sorry. I was going to say 'but' again as well, HOWEVER I have flogged that horse to pulp too. Ah, To hell with it.
So, needless to say, we had a jol, and my views on Macau have been altered ever so slightly.
Ok, I have just started to klap my head against that block again, so, I'm just going to end it there.
From both of us, we wish you all a very very very very very very merry Christmas. And to our parentals... aren't you lucky that you have 2 less important presents to buy this year? Count your blessings.
We miss all of you and even more so now as this season breaks upon us like porcelain on a heap of scratchy things which makes your ears hurt. And apt metaphor I think.
Please forgive us if we have been neglecting some of you with regards to replying to your messages. We will get to them as soon as we can, and please don;t feel like we are ignoring you or that we just don't care about you anymore... I know alot of people get emotional around this time of the year, so, if we cause you tears... you are probably over-reacting.
After that last message, I know you probably won't believe this next bit but, we love you all, in different measures, but you don't know the difference do you? So, just imagine that your cup is full.
Adieu, Adieu... (Pretentious, sure, but it sounds good innit?)
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