Our last day in Macau was rather low key. We ran into some Nepali guys who were vacationing in China. They were quite friendly, and spoke fairly good English between them all. I exchanged e-mails with one of them, hoping a little insider help could benefit me in a few weeks.
I ducked my head in one of the Portuguese churches to ensure I was taking advantage of the cultural opportunities in the city. In the evening, Adam and I went for a walk around the pedestrian mall, and bumped into John who had been shopping for some new clothes. We wrapped up the night watching several soccer matches in our room. Adam was ecstatic about the availability of Premiership games abroad, as they apparently broadcast fewer in the UK.
The next day, we checked out around half past noon, said goodbye to John, and caught the ferry back to Hong Kong. We checked back into the 13th floor hostel where we met, though this time they gave us a 2-bed room for the same price because they recognized us. The free wi-fi internet access across the hall was a great service for guests.
The next day we would head for mainland China.