Needless to say, despite pleading with the airport staff and yelling like maniacs at the top of our lungs, we didn’t manage to gain entry to the aircraft but to watch it leave with 16 untaken seats. Having gotten up from the wrong side of the bed, we were forced to fork out an astronomical price for the tickets to catch the next flight to Macau. There, with much frustration, sad, regret and heartache, was another 6 hours of waiting.
Consequently, instead of arriving in Macau for breakfast, we landed at 4.10 in the afternoon!
The Ruins of St. Paul's