A CITY OF CONTRASTS
It’s early Tuesday morning. I’m up, trainers on, Strava standing by, about to jog the strangest route of my life. From my Victorianthemed hotel, The Rocks, I head out into Macao’s tropical heat and follow a loop that detours into a still-thumping nightclub, around a replica of Rome’s Colosseum, past a statue of Kun Iam (Goddess of Mercy), through a park of seniors practising slow-motion tai chi, and finally past a unicyclist jumping his one wheel through a skipping rope.
Surreal and fascinating, Macao
