Karaoke

Predictably, it wasn't that traumatic. The Karaoke bar was on the sixth floor of a building shared by a snooker hall and a Sauna. In Macau, 'sauna' means 'brothel'. The snooker hall seemed to specialise in 'Eastern European Massage', or maybe I misread that.

Anyway. The place was decked out with neon to the brim, and was made up of rooms that I guess were hired out to parties. Although I didn't sing, probably 1 of only 2 or 3.5 people not to, I should have because no-one seemed to pay any attention to people when they were singing anyway.

I left at not an inappropriately early time, sober and relieved.

Have y'all checked out Google Earth yet?