And wasn't that amazing.
Unfortunately, I can't really say that I visited Macau on that trip.
We literally flew into Macau just for the Rolling Stones show, taking someone's private jet from Tokyo just in time for the start of the show.
That certainly was a nice way to arrive.
And then we took the jet back again at first light the next day, since most of my companions needed to be back at work in Tokyo by Monday morning.
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NO TIME FOR A MEAL
Yes, Macau has some wonderful restaurants but we didn't even have time for a meal in Macau, unless you call lots of champagne a meal.
From this guy's private jet, we went straight to the Rolling Stones concert, and then crashed in some nice hotel after a few swigs of champagne at some swanky nightclub.
I had a really nice suite, actually, that I never got around to enjoying, unfortunately.
NO TIME FOR LOVE
A few hours later, we were out the hotel door again and into the jet, flying back to Tokyo before anyone could say "I love Macau."
We didn't even stay in Macau for 24 hours. And, yup, no duty free shopping either.
MOS BURGER FOR DINNER
And, if you must know, dinner on that Sunday night was actually takeouts of Mos Burger, eaten in the jet on the way to Macau, with Krug champagne.
As for breakfast, we all had continental breakfasts in packed boxes from the hotel, in the jet on the way back to Tokyo.
So lots of croissants and jam on a private plane back to Tokyo from Macau, living a never-ending, and never-endingly eventful Travelife.
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