The 30 days flew by like winter in Vietnam.
For the reset, I picked Macau.
My “place of power” — a neo-Vegas turned up to eleven.
From our humble little town of Yinchuan there’s a direct Xiamen Airlines flight to Hong Kong.
As SkyTeam elite, I found a pillow and a blanket waiting on my seat.
The other passengers got theirs on request.
From HKG, a bus to Macau leaves every hour.
Seamless logistics, working the way the Chinese did under Mao.
Off the plane at 12:00. On the bus at 13:00. Into the hotel at 14:30 — faster than getting from Heathrow to Zone 1 on a Friday ☕️
