“I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within" -Lillian Smith
12.09.2010 77 °F
Passport clutched tightly, I stood in the line marked "Foreigners." To the left and right lay countless rows similar to mine, intercultural streams of people flooding into one common ocean. An elderly Japanese woman, gray-headed and grasping her husband's arm stood behind me. To my left, a haggard Malaysian woman, anchored by shopping bags, wearily managed two squirming boys bent on escape. Streams and rivers of us, different in our origins, but all flowing toward the same place: outside China.
Jake and I shuffled through the border checkpoints into Macau, an area adjacent to Zhuhai. Like Hong Kong, Macau is a special administrative region of China. Lying on the western side of the Pearl River Delta, the territory was originally a Portuguese settlement during the 16th century. According to Wikipedia, the name is said to have derived from the Jyutping Temple built in 1448. The temple was dedicated to Matsu, goddess of fishermen and seafarers.
With successful industries in textiles and electronics, Macau is also known for its hotels, historical sites, resorts and casinos. With such a rich reputation, Jake and I couldn't help but plan a daytrip to the area.