Red light, green light

After taking an overnight train, followed by an afternoon in a waiting room of the ferry station and a two-hour boat ride, we arrived in Macau (Island near Hong Kong) with no clue where we were going to stay. Our plan: Betsy would wait with our bags while Lee searched for a hotel. First hotel he arrives at, he notices a group of young women, all dressed like they’re going out on the town. Well, it is a Friday night, after all. Strange, but they all REALLY want him to stay at that hotel. Too bad it’s too expensive for us. He moves on to the next to find ANOTHER group of very attractive scantily clad women - this time even more eager for him to stay. Yes, Lee had landed in the red light district of Macau, and these were all prostitutes wanting him to stay at “their” hotel. Lee, the faithful husband, respectfully declined, and we found a nice little hotel with a deserted lobby to stay in.

PICTURES OF MACAU