Thunderbirds are go!

I'm blogging on the basis Clive has amnesia of Sunday eve post our dinner at the American restaurant - which I'm pleased to say exceeded all of our expectations - world class.

More news on Pete. Having spent a couple of nights with Jack Hughes, he decided enough was enough and change rooms. So he chanced his luck again with his grasp of Cantonese. This time he asked for a water-side room not too high up, a little closer to the bottom of the hotel. He's now sharing with Walter Sidebottom, a member of a traveling brass band from Yorkshire. Suffice to say, he hasn't had too much sleep since but he's confident he will get a room on his own by the end of the week.

Back to Clive. At 4 am he was "pulling some shapes" in Escape bar but these "shapes" were merely to stop him from falling over. But the best entertainment came from Kiwi. I can only describe his dance routines as Virgil from Thunderbirds, practicing River Dance whilst being stung by a swarm of wasps - absolute quality.

Kiwi finally negotiated his journey back to the hotel in the wee hours - no strings attached.

Macau here we come!