Lost and found

While packing last night, iron-wife finally realized she had lost her HK ID card. Umm....Searching the entire apartment in Macau turned out nothing. Conclusion, the ID card must have fallen out of her unzipped inside pocket somewhere in Venetian.

Called and what a service. The next morning that was. Flight was to leave at 1:15pm. I called and spoke in Cantonese to explain our situation; 30 minutes later as promised, the lady from Venetian called back. Found! She did a best service sector employee could have done: coordinated and liaised between us and the police station. All told, 45 minutes were on our way to pick up the ID card.

The ID card was turned over to the police station next to Venetian and that was where the new Chinese border. We arrived shortly after 1045am. And we didn't leave until 1130am!!!!! That was all due to the waiting around for those silly police having their tea and their joking around with each other. Then iron-wife had to made a statement in Chinese, reviewed and signed.

Time to move! First big day of traveling back to China for most people (Iron-wife did that yesterday at Zhuhai; she was part of the statistic on the 180,000 people came from China from 8am to 5pm). We were only 10 minutes from the airport - not because of distance, but because of dumb road design! My uncle's car wouldn't start!! Low battery. With my new Nike Air boots (sales), I soared over the walkway bridge to the border entrance (a 100-meter dash up and down) and grabbed a taxi. Reloaded the bags, and off we went to the airport.

Checkin was fast as there weren't people there, at the counter that was. Most transit from Taiwan. Darn! The immigration was jammed pack! O... Dumb crowd control. Entrance too small to accommodate passengers. Go figure. I shout over to the guard saying I was a Macau resident. The "Red Sea" parted for us. We went into the security area. Not even a soul on the counter for the Macau resident line. 2 minutes passed. Stamp, stamp... Metal detectors... And we were thru. It was only 11:55am. We had time for curry ... Pretty good price for my Portuguese curry chicken. MOP$55. I got a huge pot full of chicken wings and breast meat in curry. What a busy morning!

1:00pm boarding time, stuff from early lunch....

3:30pm, landed on windy, cold, wet, foggy Shanghai.

5:30pm, home and greeted by our ayi saying one of the windows is broken. Someone thru a rock. 5 story up! Must be firework; and to hit ours and not others. Lottery, we must. Nice breeze.... Seal, seal, seal...

6:15pm, dinner at our usual place. Nice.... warm...

7:30pm, home, Brrr..... bloody cold! Seal up the room! Heater on.

8:00pm, tried to work remotely to fix a computer. This dumb ass, told not to touch computer... kept kicking me out. Too bad. Am heading to a warmer place.