And wasn't that amazing.
I wasn't really planning to go, but a friend was taking his private jet to Macao anyway, and he also had a couple of extra VIP tickets to the Rolling Stones concert so it was a no brainer. to disappear for about 24 hours.
But I can't really say I visited Macao on that trip. We flew in just before the concert, partied all night and flew out back to Tokyo at first light. A total of 12 hours in Macao, living a #Travelife, and about 24 hours door-to-door.
FLYING TO MACAO FOR A CONCERT
We literally flew into Macao just for the Rolling Stones show, taking someone's private jet from Tokyo just in time for the start of the show.
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 in time for the opening of the markets on Monday morning.
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NO TIME FOR A MEAL
Yes, Macao has some wonderful restaurants but we didn't even have time for a good meal in Macao, unless you call lots of champagne a meal. That's really all I had, along with a few bites of the welcome cocktail nibbles in the suite much later on.
From this guy's private jet, we went straight to the Rolling Stones concert, and then we all crashed in some nice hotel presidential suite after a few more swigs of champagne at some swanky nightclub.
Not my type of activity -- I'm more a dinner-for-two type of person -- but I was happy to go along with everyone for one night.
NO TIME FOR LOVE
A few hours later, we were out the hotel door again before the sun was really up and into the jet, flying back to Tokyo before anyone could say "I love Macau." I didn't even have time for a spa treatment.
Truly one of the fastest turnarounds, even in my never-endingly eventful #Travelife.
MOS BURGER FOR DINNER
AND CROISSANTS IN BREAKFAST PACKS
ON THE PLANE BACK TO TOKYO
And, if you must know, dinner on that Sunday night was actually takeouts of Mos Burger, purchased in a rush at the Mos Burger restaurant in Shibuya and eaten in the jet on the way to Macau, with Krug champagne.
It was so spur-of-the-moment that my friend hadn't had time to order food from his usual airline catering service so Mos Burger had to do. I like Mos Burger, by the way.
As for breakfast, we all had continental breakfasts in packed boxes from the hotel in the jet on the way back to Tokyo, as always living a never-ending, and never-endingly eventful #Travelife.