We woke up to a much lighter rainfall, and with some relief we checked out and walked back outside to head to The Graces Restaurant. Thanks to our failed attempt last night it was a much easier trip. The subway wasn’t nearly as crowded as the night before, and the day was a national holiday, so there wasn’t much in the way of a commute rush.

Thankfully the restaurant was open – I had visions of it being closed on the holiday, or being so packed with people that we’d have to go somewhere else. But we got a table in a very stylish dining room, and we ordered from the dim sum menu. I was happy to see the thousand layer cake listed (listed as ‘nostalgic’ in Chinese) so we ordered two baskets.

Eventually the food started showing up, and we had some great dim sum here. The quality level was higher, and each dim sum was beautifully presented. When the staff revealed not one but two baskets of thousand layer cake he did a double take – did he deliver a mistaken double order? No, no, we just really want to eat a lot of it!

And it was really good. I don’t remember where I ate it the first time years ago, but the light texture, the perfectly balanced sweet and salty taste – yum! I’m not sure why it isn’t popular anymore, but I was glad to finally get to eat it again.

After eating our fill of dim sum we walked around and ended up finding a rooftop bar that served late morning bubbles. It was quite hard to find despite the GPS, and in the end it turned out to be an elite sort of place at the top of a ritzy shopping center. We first had to go to the upper floor of the building and then check with a receptionist who screened us before letting us onto a separate elevator that took us to the roof.

The bar had only a few other people there for some kind of brunch special, but they allowed us to sit for two glasses of champagne and some chips and guacamole. The staff seemed a bit snooty and they had their own DJ spinning tunes nearby, but it worked as a place to stay out of the rain and as a wrap up for the trip. When we left later on the manager saw us off and was super-friendly, so we left on a good note.

From there it was on to the airport on the high speed train, and we killed time at a bar there watching people walk by. The bar was across from a restaurant, and the bar staff sent drinks across the walkway to the restaurant using a robot that managed to weave between fast-moving passengers. We had some beer and cocktails, some fried tofu as an appetizer, and then decided to get a bigger meal when we heard our plane would be delayed.

One more plate of noodles for each of us – I waited for the food at the counter while Kuniko managed to stake out a table. She had to fight off a family who insistently tried to steal our chairs, and thanks to her persistence we could sit while eating our last meal in Hong Kong. For airport food it was pretty good!

Our flight finally began boarding nearly an hour late, which meant that we’d be stuck at Kansai airport overnight – the buses running from the airport to Kobe stopped before we could get there. Next to me on the flight was a very unusual white guy who seemed to be moving and reacting in a very slow way to everything. I thought maybe he was on drugs, and he spent a long time filling in the cover of his journal in pencil as we flew back. Eventually he folded up in half in his seat and it sure didn’t look very comfortable. Thanks to our emergency exit row seats we had more space going back.

So back in Kansai we easily cleared immigration and then took a bus to terminal 1. Here there were more things open, but rather than pay for a hotel room for just four hours we decided to sleep on the bench until the first bus left for Kobe. We killed more time eating a meal at Sukiya (surprisingly good!) and later a breakfast at McDonald’s (as good as you’d expect).

From there it was easy to catch the bus and head on home. Even though the trip was over we still had five days off before going back to work, so there was plenty of time to acclimatize to life in Japan again. And thankfully the weather was absolutely beautiful the rest of Golden Week.

Kuniko and I agreed that it was a really good trip – it had been a while since we had traveled and it felt good to be back out there. As usual Hong Kong’s restaurants did not disappoint, and Macau turned out to be a pleasant surprise, even for non-gamblers like us.

Our next trip is back to California in July so it’ll be a while.

After sleeping well in our hotel room we decided to go find some good egg custard tarts (pasteis de nata) and Kuniko guided us to a nearby place that was pretty renowned. We arrived about ten minutes before they opened and already someone had lined up. We got in line behind them, while sort of sitting on the seats outside the shop. An old guy was smoking nearby and we had to jump in line before he cut ahead – he was a typical rude old guy. But the tarts were delicious – I had mine with coffee and Kuniko had homemade yogurt. The tarts were super hot and it took almost ten minutes for them to cool enough to eat, but we really enjoyed them.

From there we checked out of our hotel and walked across town down narrow streets, taking in the architecture of the locals and enjoying (slightly) cooler weather. Our destination was a train station on a newly built train line with connections to the airport and ferry terminal. We got off at Pai Kok, a historic area that had a different vibe from all the casinos. We arrived a little too early to have lunch at our chosen restaurant, so we walked through the village (more shops selling beef sheets), and then through the Galaxy Casino to take advantage of the free air conditioning. The casinos in this area were newer and more like the ones I was used to from Las Vegas.

While walking through we took a break sitting on the marble walkway next to some other tourists, and watched people taking pictures of the grand fountain. Soon a security guy came by and rousted us all off the way with a great expression on his face – like “sorry, but I gotta do this…”

We talked our way into getting drinks at a “Paris-style” bar – the staff all wore French maid outfits – and enjoyed a drink there while waiting for the restaurant to open. Once it did, we went to the Restaurante Litoral Taipa, which specialized in Macanese dishes. There we had potato cakes as appetizers, saffron-stewed pork, and minchee – a surprisingly tasty dish of richly flavored minced beef, fried potato cubes, and egg served with rice. We really liked this dish, and it was the dish that I had the lowest expectations for.

After lunch we had time to kill before our ferry back, so we walked through some of the big casinos in the area – the Venetian, the Parisian, and past the Londoner and Studio City Macau. It was Kuniko’s first look at the gaudy cheesiness of these kinds of casinos – a good life experience, I think.

From there we caught the train again, and moved on to the ferry terminal. As we walked again through immigration and to our boarding gate we dodged drips of condensation from the ceiling – apparently the temperature differential showed off an inconvenient design flaw. It was like walking through light rain.

The ferry trip back was smoother than the coming (less barfing) and soon enough we were back in Hong Kong and catching a train to the Sheung Wan area west of Central. We walked about ten minutes from the station to our hotel (the Ibis) and checked into our smaller room – after our last beautiful hotel room the change was dramatic.

My target for dinner was to go to the Graces Restaurant in Causeway Bay, to try to finally eat the holy grail of dim sum (for me, anyway). I had confirmed they had it on the menu, so we took a busy train to the area to have dinner there.

Once we arrived at the station it was super crowded. It turned out that the day was a big celebrity’s birthday, and all his fans had come out to show their support. It was a bit nuts as we tried to maneuver our way through to find the restaurant. Eventually we figured it out, and found the right place. Unfortunately they weren’t open yet, and a quick consult with the manager revealed that they don’t serve dim sum for dinner anyway. This is a traditional kind of place, so we’d have to come back tomorrow morning.

So as an emergency backup Kuniko found a dumpling place nearby and we had some great soup dumplings (they had so many choices of fillings) and also some dumplings stuffed with crab and seafood that really hit the spot.

After that we took the train back to near our hotel, where there was a huge traffic jam and people all over the place – it was a busy night in Hong Kong. As we walked back to our hotel we noticed that the area was filled with shops specializing in dried sea life – for medicinal and culinary use. There was shop after shop – apparently competing with each other. One shop we saw had a cat sitting atop some of the displays, who must have really hit the kitty-cat lottery to get to hang out in there.

We considered hitting one more restaurant for the night but in the end the weather was turning bad so we decided to stay in and eat/drink snacks from the local convenience store in our room. As it turned out a huge storm hit that night, pounded the side of our building and window and flashing lightning for much of the night. Glad we weren’t out on the street!

We got up early to try to squeeze in one more dim sum meal before our trip to Macau. The previous morning we had walked by a small diner that served dim sum, so we killed a little time walking around the neighborhood before they opened. We bought two pastries from a corner bakery for later – a “sweetheart cake” and an egg yolk bun. Once the dim sum cafe opened we got in there and did some ordering.

They had a new dim sum for me – a steamed ginger cake that had an unusual texture. It looked like Japanese yokan, but not so sweet. I liked it, Kuniko didn’t. The other dim sum was good but not excellent like we had at the London.

After checking out of the hotel Kuniko guided us to the ferry terminal, and while waiting to board an Indian lady struck up a conversation. She was traveling alone through the area and asked me about the boarding procedures. She seemed really nice – I was impressed that she was doing the trip solo. We ate our pastries from the bakery shop, capturing our reactions with the camera. We both thought the sweetheart cake was a little too much like rice cake – not so flavorful but very filling. The egg yolk bun was better but hard to eat.

To travel by ferry to Macau we needed to go through immigration despite both areas being controlled by China. The immigration procedures were quite simple and they didn’t even check our bags for security. The ferry was quite modern and very high speed. At some points the movement of the ferry really rocked up and down with the waves, and we could hear people retching in seats not far from us. The sound of them almost caused a similar situation for Kuniko, but she somehow held on and made it to Macau without incident.

At the ferry terminal we had a long walk to the other end and went through immigration again there, and then struck out to find a casino bus to take us to the area near our hotel. The casino buses are all free, as they hope you’ll gamble at the destination, so it made sense to take advantage of them. We took one to the Lisboa palace in Taipa and there changed to another bus that took us to the main district of Macau where our hotel was located.

Macau was covered with casinos, many of which are exact copies of the ones in Las Vegas. The Wynn casino group does a lot of business there, and part of the fun of the trip was seeing the unusual architecture of the buildings – some of which were pretty outlandish. Our hotel was close to the Grand Lisboa, which has a very distinctive shape of a giant fan leaf over a large bulb shaped casino. Our bus dropped us off here, and we walked a few minutes to get to our hotel (YOHO Treasure Island) on the shore of the lake.

We dropped off our bags there, and then decided to go explore Macau. Right away we realized that although I had bought eSIMs for Hong Kong, they didn’t work here, so I used the hotel WiFi to buy one for Kuniko’s phone. Modern technology makes everything easy. Unfortunately Kuniko’s version of Google Maps wasn’t working very well, and we sort of got lost in the beginning of our journey. We had to rely on street signs instead of satellites. In the end she switched to Apple Maps and it was fine. Weird…

As we visited some of the old traditional Portuguese buildings of Macau we were surrounded by hordes of Chinese tourists. I very rarely saw any European people around, and it was an odd contrast between the architecture and the people. The weather in Macau was hot and humid, and climbing up and down the hills had us both sweaty.

As we approached the walls of St. Paul’s church, one of the main attractions for tourists, the street funneled into lots of Chinese shops selling goods to tourists. Oddly the main draw was “bakkwa” – meat jerky made in the Chinese style out of either beef, pork or lamb. I ended calling them “beef sheets”, and we saw them everywhere we went. I got a taste of them and they were quite good, but it seemed like an odd thing to be popular here.

We spent some time at the St. Paul’s church, and then climbed the battlements in the nearby park to see the cannons and the view of the city. It was seriously hot up there though – it was a good place to take a break in the shade. Many Chinese tourists were taking photos in dramatic poses – it was interesting to watch and see how much effort went into it.

We went back into town and stopped at the Grand Lisboa to look around, get some money changed into patacas, and use the restroom. In the glitzy casino restroom the urinal had a unique design. You stepped into a basin with raised stainless steel bolts – the idea was that any urine that missed the urinal wood pool here, but the raised bolts kept your feet (reasonably) dry. It looked like missing the urinal was a serious issue at the Grand Lisboa.

This was Kuniko’s first experience entering a casino, so we walked around to check it out. We eventually ended up at the casino bar for cocktails and a pork chop bun – apparently a traditional Macau dish. At the bar they were accepting vouchers for free snacks and sweets – younger Chinese girls kept coming to eat there. We were the only ones drinking alcohol – I had a Macau beer and Kuniko was drinking a dirty martini (!).

Back at our hotel we did some shopping in the lower levels. The hotel itself was quite new and they had added a bunch of luxury shops in the lower part of the hotel. These were staffed but empty of shoppers, so it was a little strange vibe to walk through. We found a grocery store, however, and bought some bubbles and snacks for later on.

For dinner we went to Albergue 1601, a restaurant that specialized in more traditional Portuguese food. We liked the area and all the tile work – the tiles were similar to what we had seen all over Porto during our visit. We sat upstairs with young Chinese couples on either side of us. It was interesting to listen in to their conversations while we enjoyed our food and wine.

The food was quite good there – we ordered duck rice which was really tasty (and filling) with big chunks of duck meat baked into the rice. We also had salt cod with cornbread crumbs, and this was good but not quite at the same level as the duck rice. The caldo soup was a little underseasoned, but we did enjoy the wine very much – both the white and the red were excellent. It was interesting that none of the Chinese people were drinking wine – just us and the Japanese couple behind us.

Our server was also super-nice, and she really took care of us. She let us try the wines before committing to a glass, and she poured pretty heavy. I wished we could tip her, but we gave her a good review on the survey instead.

After dinner we walked back to the hotel areas, this time all the colorful signs were lit up and we took some pictures along the way back. The view from our room was truly impressive, overlooking all the casinos. We had a wide cushioned bench in front of the windows and so we could sit and take it all in while sipping the bubbles. The bathtub in the hotel room was really cool – we could sit in the tub and soak while still getting a nice view outside.

Kuniko really outdid herself with this hotel room – it was one of the nicest we’ve ever had. We finally went to bed with full bellies in a very luxurious setting.

Normally during Golden Week in Japan we spend the time at home taking it easy, cooking various foods and sitting outside enjoying the pre-summer cooler weather. Last year we were lucky to have Brian Haven visit – it was good to have the free time available to hang out.

But this year, out of curiosity I did a little research and found some cheaper tickets to Hong Kong. We’ve been before but we also wanted to combo a trip to Macau, so we decided to pull the trigger and go for a few days.

Going in we had a couple of goals – check out Macau and see how much of the Portuguese influence remained, to eat lots of dim sum in Hong Kong, and to spend some leisure time as we’d done lots of sightseeing in HK already.

The trip started like many others – a bus ride from Sannomiya to Kansai Airport. This time we were going to terminal 2, where the Peach airline was based. There was a surprising amount of people waiting for the bus – mostly foreigners going home – and we were a little worried if we had allotted enough time. However the bus arrived on schedule, and we checked into our flight and had to kill a little time at the terminal air side. We had some yakisoba and katsu curry while we waited, and stocked up on beer and snacks to take onto the four hour flight.

Unfortunately our flight was delayed an hour or so due to congestion at Hong Kong airport – but I guess anytime you fly with a low-cost carrier (like Peach) you run this risk. It resulted in us drinking at the gate while we waited even longer.

Eventually we got underway, and the tight seating onboard had me mostly awake for the flight.

Hong Kong airport wasn’t too congested when we arrived, and the line for immigration was only 15 minutes or so. We were traveling light with just a backpack so no need to wait around for a suitcase. We caught the high speed train from the airport to the city pretty easily after buying an Octopus card for Kuniko to use. I was using an Octopus app on my phone that was pretty convenient.

On our way to the hotel on our train we realized that it might be more direct to get off at Kowloon instead of the end of the line in Hong Kong, so we jumped off (just in time, too) and navigated the hot humid streets towards our hotel. On the way we walked through construction zones (accidentally on the construction side) but eventually found our way to the area of our hotel on Nathan Road in the Jordan area.

The lobby of the Madera Hotel smelled strongly of some kind of perfume, but our room on the 22nd floor was really nice – a great size for us and a nice view of the city to the north of us.

We dropped off our stuff and then hustled outside to go look for some dinner. We ended up at Dim Sum Here, a chain dim sum place that was supposed to be cheap and pretty good quality for the price. Most importantly, they served dim sum all day rather than just in the morning like the nicer restaurants.

We picked out an assortment, sharing a table with a strange pair of ladies who struck up a conversation asking about what province of America I am from, and then giving me a leaflet for their Christian church. The dim sum here was good although it benefited from being the first dim sum of the trip and we were pretty hungry.

We walked around the neighborhood afterwards, also stopping for some won ton noodles at a bright noodle shop with slippery floors. There streets were filled with appetizing restaurants and it seemed like we were going to have plenty of options during our stay. Nearby was also a night market that seemed well attended and a few streets that looked a little dodgy. But those just added to the charm of the area, and we were happy with the hotel location.

The next day was a full day in Hong Kong, and I wanted to really get the full dim sum experience. We got up early and walked north through some light rain to a classic morning dim sum place, the London Restaurant. Along the way we walked past so many interesting restaurants, a couple of which were open early. So many food options!

We’d gone to the London Restaurant before – it has a huge dining room with old ladies pushing carts around. You had to go to the carts, and they removed the lids to show you what they had. Nobody spoke English, so mainly it is done with gestures. We had some classics here – shrimp shumai, shorompo, and a new one for us: “chu chow fun gor”, which was a vegetable dumpling with water chestnuts, peanuts, and garlic. To pay we escorted our server to a stern lady in a both who accepted payment – it felt like a mafia-style interaction. This is as authentic a dim sum experience as I think you can get in Hong Kong.

We spent most of the day walking around, and eating as we went. The rain came and went, and so we often ducked into a place for some food to escape bad weather. Once again we came across the phenomenon of all the immigrant maids enjoying picnics on the street on their day off. Some of the other places we visited were a Shandong dumpling place, a Sichuan restaurant, a Michelin star noodle place, and a Chinese cafe/dessert place.

One of the things I wanted to do on this trip was try Chinese food from some other areas, and so that was why we visited the Shandong restaurant. No English menus here, so we depended on our phone translator. It had food from northern China, and many kinds of dumplings (mainly soup style) that contained different meats and crunchy celery to vary the mouthfeel a little. We really enjoyed the black dumplings there, and also a big soupy hockey puck-shaped dumpling that was crispy on the outside and a little hard to eat but great flavor.

The Sichuan place was kind of a bust – the one we wanted to visit originally was closed when we visited, so this was an emergency backup. Nobody spoke English here, and we needed to gesture and point, but we could order via a website on our phone and that helped with translation. The foods were overly greasy – and not so spicy, but of course we chose the mild level on the menu out of caution. There was a strange miscommunication when I was halfway through my Blue Girl beer – the staff seemed to want to explain that they had a special price for two beers. Since I was planning on ordering another one (Kuniko’s drink was bigger than her head) I gestured that I would indeed like a second beer by showing two fingers, but that just got me two additional beers. Then they took them to the fridge to keep them cold, and I didn’t have a way to request the beers that I already had ordered (rather than a completely new beer). This kind of confusion is fun if you don’t mind the risk of paying more – and in the end I drank three beers and paid for three.

We also visited a recommended noodle shop, awarded a Michelin star, and walking by previously had shown us that there would be quite a wait. We got lucky once and walked by after dinner, and the line was almost gone. We got to share a table with a couple other foreigners, and we ordered dry noodles with shrimp eggs and also a plate of dry noodles with won tons. The crowded environment had people rushing around and pushing by us and the staff were a little rude and maybe overwhelmed by all the business they were doing. Sometimes the Michelin star can be a curse I suppose. The food itself wasn’t so special (to us) and so we left a little underwhelmed by the experience.

It wasn’t only restaurants on the first day – we also walked around to burn calories. We averaged about 25,000 steps per day, which is not bad at all. We walked to the waterfront to take in the other side of Hong Kong across the water, walked through the glitzy brand name district (where we did some recon of the ferry terminal that we would use the next day), and walked through a big shopping area entirely taken over by middle eastern and south Asian shops and restaurants. It was a completely different atmosphere there – full of great exotic aromas of curries and spice, with suspicious-looking money changers and long lines to take the elevators upstairs (were there cheap rooms up there?) I liked the vibe but Kuniko was less impressed – it felt a lot like a little slice of a developing country.

The next day we’d be heading by high speed ferry to Macau, so we headed to bed on the early side to get our rest.