Mensch...I'll give you Mensch

Now I know yesterday I was blogging about Paul the mensch but I had an encounter today that was the icing on the cake. First, let me begin by saying I had a lovely day, chatting and meeting new exchange students, getting all of the appropriate hogwash universities love to fill your time with. Go here, do that, then go there, and back to here AND the worst part was that, contrary to America, I felt like I was back in third grade having no idea where I am and where to go with little to point me in the right direction. Anywho, after accomplishing all of these great tasks and seminars Becca and I were asked if we would accompany another exchange student on her trip to Macau to work out her visa paperwork. I remembered just a week ago when I was visa-less and emailing the student office about what to do if I did not receive it in time. They explained that I would travel from the USA as a tourist, and re-enter with a visa from the university via Macau. So in good spirits off we go. Little do we know that this trip would take us down a winding road. After traveling on 3 metro lines stopping to look for cellphones and food, which we found neither of, we made it to the last stop. From here we needed to walk to a ferry, which after getting lost twice we found and were informed that this nearby island was an hour away and a $40 US round trip per person. This favor turned into what I would describe as an escapade, but I knew there was gambling in Macau so all was good. As we arrive at Macau Becca crunching some numbers realizing that we now had a half hour until we must begin heading home if we want to catch the last metro which stops at 1am. Unfortunately, we decide that with such little time all we could do was get the long awaited dinner. We then find out from the taxi driver that the nearest restaurant is 10 minutes away making the trip impossible and sending us back on another hour long ferry ride with empty stomachs. We knew of a food market that stays open till 12 but would we make it. After hustling through customs with our passports stamped and jumping through the hoops which took us two hours coming and we made it back to market with seven minutes to spare and scarce pre-cooked food which we needed. Becca was able to imideitely find a few rice products to hold her over untill the moldy granola bars, inside joke dont worry about it. I on the other hand was not so fortunate and with my kosher dietary restrictions it was slim pickins. Lets just say Im writing this blog with a can of pringles to my left and kellogg's honey nut cherrios to my right, lukily I was quickly able to pick out a delicious green tea. Thats all for now look out for my internet meshugaas some time this week.