There is always something.
Whenever I’m caught in the middle of dead-end circumstances, my crunch-time-self believes that a remedy is always out there for the taking. But for some occasions, things really get out of hand and the situation’s blown out of proportion. That includes that piece of misadventure towards that end of our Macau day tour.
It was slowly getting dark when we arrived at that point in Macau where we were instructed to ride the Shuttle Bus going back to the ferry terminal. But free-shuttle gods be damned, we were not allowed to ride one. For some reason, that same shuttle bus that we earlier rode wouldn’t accommodate us anymore for a return trip to the terminal, which spelled a especially huge disaster on our part since we were already running out of time.
As a normal counter-action, we did try to politely ask to accommodate us multiple times, but to no avail. So we had to explore for other options, which by the way afforded us the same negative result. We were plainly helpless and hopeless in the moment, and the possibility of missing our shot at our pre-paid ferry ride was at all time high. But we can’t lose that ongoing physical, emotional and mental battle altogether, either.
Goodness gracious, Filipinos are everywhere in the world. We came across a group of our kind who eventually helped us figure things out. We truly will be forever indebted to them.
We may not understand why such things happened, “but like so many unfortunate events in life, just because we don’t understand it, doesn’t mean it isn’t so”.
