Happy birthday, America. Long time no see.

Fell off the blogger wagon again. Fuck. It really is extremely difficult to post regularly. I am trying my damndest, but frankly, I am too busy doing things that I'd rather not share. You know, like having explosive diarrhea and sinking into hot, steamy love affairs with yoga instructors. Not at the same time, of course. No worries though, I will eventually put every disgusting and sordid detail into a memoir. Correctamundo amigos, I will charge you for the good stuff. Mama ain't raise no fool.

In the meantime, here are some fairly mediocre pics of Macau:

Macau is this magical place that speaks three completely different languages.

It's so easy to forget that you're in Asia. Except when you look around and see all the Asians.

Seriously. How trippy is this? This is ASIA! NOT Europe. I'm still shaking my head as I type out this caption.

Then I walk into a supa-Asian scene like this and I breathe a little easier.

Since this is a travel blog, I feel obligated to say something useful so this last pic is of the zodiac ceiling in MGM Grand Macau. Macau is something like the Las Vegas of Asia. Also, cool fact. All of the casinos have free shuttles so you can get around town by pretending to be staying at one of the gajillion casinos of this tiny island nation.

P.S. - Happy Fourth of July!