We leave our hangovers in Macau and visit Zhuhai in China for a three hour tour, a three hour tour...
By 4.00pm we needed to get out and show our sorry faces to the world. Wandering around the block we came to the happiest cafe in all of Macau – bright chairs, happy staff and an interesting decor. The cafes here still have smoking and non smoking sections that have no real barrier to them.
Whatever this was we weren't up to it in our current condition. There were many trays of it cooling, congealing, coagulating and threatening our stomachs with mutiny.
All miss Chicken could face was some butter toast – thick bread, slabs of butter and a divine miracle was about to occur.
This mystery soup was a godsend with a flavoursome, rehydrating, miracle working broth. And it was perfect for dipping the buttery toast into. The magical mystical medicinal powers of noodle soup were proven once again.
The restaurant that saved our lives.
A truck full of 'gourmet powder', Chinese for MSG.
We started with some vegetable steam buns that cost around 10c, and watched others in carts preparing takeaways of noodles, vegetables and pickles.
Our forst morsel in China proper, something as simple as a steamed bun is delightfully different to anything I've had across the border.
So much food and only so much room in the tum, ode for a Tardis.
Random food stall.
This paved mall is a great eat street.
Food is everywhere.
Recovery was slow – we needed a few beers first and a stretch of street bars beckoned. Not unlike the bars in Thailand, they were manned, or woo-manned, by young girls who incited you to drink lots of beer. At least Connect 4 hadn’t taken off there yet. We spied some men sipping a clear liquid out of small glasses and felt game to try – it was water!
Haizhu hair of the dog. Eventually we had enough to make a toupee of the dog.
The hunt began for our food. We were in dodgy restaurant heaven, and found a small packed place on the edge of the market with no menus. We used the simple method of walking around and pointing at what other diners were eating to order – fish with vegetables, noodles and more noodles, and more beer. The restaurant had a fantastic voice over pounding through tinny speakers. It was like some sci-fi dictator barking orders to the minions who scurried about in the kitchen.
Fish with veggies.
Token veggies. We did order some more exotic dishes but something was lost in translation. We were very grateful for the waitress who put up with us and the language barrier but she wouldn't accept a tip no matter how hard we tried.