Strolling the darkened Portuguese streets of old Macau, hearing the click clack of mahjong tiles in dim lit windows and the Blues Brothers singing about home from the Old Taipa Tavern, one cant help thinking of the adventures that led me to this far off place. So I sip a glass and take in the songs of old and the clustered chatter of many languages and try to hold onto the peaceful feeling of this warm breezy night in a warm cozy pub that feels a bit like home in the middle of this far off port.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 18:16:50 +0000
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