Macau

We took the Turbojet to Macau, at apparently the same time as the entire population of southern China; there were mounds of people at the ferry terminal, and even after the groups going to Shenzhen went on their separate way, the place was packed.

A queue, to your average Chinese person, is a thing of mysterious wonder. All those people, lining up for some obscure purpose. What could it be? Why are they all looking intently at the doors to the ferry?

So amazed and bamboozled by this are they, people crowd around the queue, wandering up to stay alongside the people at the front, rather than joining the queue at the back. Who would ever want to wait for anything, after all?