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	<title>Comments on: Home in Macau, Part 2</title>
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	<description>My BootsnAll Travel Blog</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 05:33:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Suellen Zima</title>
		<link>http://blogs.bootsnall.com/zima/home-in-macau-part-2.html#comment-44</link>
		<dc:creator>Suellen Zima</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 06:18:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>And do you remember how the proud teenage owners decorated their cars to make them more personal?  I was rather surprised to see colorful t-shirts covering the seats and row upon row of stuffed animals along the back window.  It's hard for people who haven't been to Macau to understand just how small Macau plus Taipa and Coloane are, so joyriders had no choice but to go round and round.

The smallness of Macau was part of what I loved about it.  There was no need for a car at all.  Many small buses were readily cheaply available to take you anywhere.  And cheap taxis were also easy to find.  It was a dream to get around.  However, on my last visit, Macau city had become so crowded that the traffic jams were horrendous.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And do you remember how the proud teenage owners decorated their cars to make them more personal?  I was rather surprised to see colorful t-shirts covering the seats and row upon row of stuffed animals along the back window.  It&#8217;s hard for people who haven&#8217;t been to Macau to understand just how small Macau plus Taipa and Coloane are, so joyriders had no choice but to go round and round.</p>
<p>The smallness of Macau was part of what I loved about it.  There was no need for a car at all.  Many small buses were readily cheaply available to take you anywhere.  And cheap taxis were also easy to find.  It was a dream to get around.  However, on my last visit, Macau city had become so crowded that the traffic jams were horrendous.</p>
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		<title>By: m taylor</title>
		<link>http://blogs.bootsnall.com/zima/home-in-macau-part-2.html#comment-42</link>
		<dc:creator>m taylor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 13:56:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Visiting Macau before I decided to try living there in the early 1990s, I was taken on a joy ride by some of those rich teenagers you mention in your blog. I remember being driven up and down tiny streets and alleys... I was totallyl amazed at how many McDonald's there were in this tiny 6.5-square mile enclave. They were everywhere! After settling down in the then-Portuguese territory, I discovered that there actually was only McDonald's (now there are many)... my hosts, as you put it, simply rode over and over the same streets. I mean, there wasn't really any other option for joy-riding teenagers. We had the windows down and the radio was blaring. I'm sure we were the envy of all we passed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Visiting Macau before I decided to try living there in the early 1990s, I was taken on a joy ride by some of those rich teenagers you mention in your blog. I remember being driven up and down tiny streets and alleys&#8230; I was totallyl amazed at how many McDonald&#8217;s there were in this tiny 6.5-square mile enclave. They were everywhere! After settling down in the then-Portuguese territory, I discovered that there actually was only McDonald&#8217;s (now there are many)&#8230; my hosts, as you put it, simply rode over and over the same streets. I mean, there wasn&#8217;t really any other option for joy-riding teenagers. We had the windows down and the radio was blaring. I&#8217;m sure we were the envy of all we passed.</p>
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