Things I Have Learned in Macau, part the next.

Look, I love my crazy Russians, I do. They're fun, but serious fun. Which suits me fine, I don't do mindless fun so much. But if you really just want to switch off and have a good time? Go hang out with the Brazilians. Those people know how to party. What we *thought* was a fun evening of caiparinhas last year was a mere warm-up this time round - when the stall closed, they gave the bottle of cachasa to Gabriela, who insisted that the sugar and lemon were optional. Oiy, blyat.

Also, love is:
Me: You brought the camera, right?
Rabbit: Ye-es?
Me: Will you take a picture of Gabriela's arse?
Rabbit: Sure! Would you like to ask her to pose for it?

Sadly, this photo does not do justice to said arse. But I'm not sure anything can.

And now, to sleep, and tomorrow, we say goodbye to Macau. And hello to the rest of the world.