coffee at the top of the tower

Entering Macau from Hong Kong, I had a little bit strange feeling, partly because I needed to show my passport to the customs officer afresh. It's the exact same feeling that I got, when entering Hong Kong. That is to say, it's a "comfortable bewilderment" to face the upcoming, unknown surroundings with plenty of excitements.
I took a taxi at the ferry terminal to go to Macau tower. The taxi driver couldn't understand my English, and said something in Cantonese (though I expected Portuguese).
That's what I'm talking about.
A comfortable bewilderment # 1 in Macau, no English.
I showed my guide book to him. He just recognized the tower's pic, and laughed with satisfaction.
Finally reaching the top of the tower, I had a coffee in the cafe. The coffee's flavor was so nice that I still remember not only the great view from the tower, but also taking a deep breath with feeling my adrenaline calmed down.
Here was at the top of Macau tower, SAR of China.

comedy show

I got on an express ferryboat, named "turbo jet", to go to Macau from Hong Kong. Maybe, it took only about an hour or less, and since it was so nice day and sky was so high, the ferry didn't roll so much that we were free to get seasick. In front of my seat, a French family of three, a little girl with parents, enjoyed having snacks watching a TV show.
Interestingly, the TV show was a well-known Japanese comedy program, which had last for more than 10 years and always got a high rating. Although I said it was a comedy show, it might be just like a reality-show that selected people, who won a first heat, made a brief costumed performance in front of judges to win a first prize. For example, two men jointly imitated as a cuckoo clock, while one continuously showed his face painted like a cuckoo from the other's crotch by saying "cuckoo, cuckoo". The French girl in front of me happily laughed, and the two seemed to got a high score in the show, anyway.
Here was in a turbo jet, from Hong Kong to Macau, SAR of China.

macau window

Through the Macau window, the sky is so light, light blue or almost white.

I feel sun shining directly on my head, since this window is a part of great ruins of St. Paul's, which is well known as just a remained facade. So, I mean, both sides of this window are completely outside.

I wonder what's the definition of a "window".

Looking "outside" through this window, we can find the remarkable contrast between the afterglows of Portuguese heritages, including below the busy street with several souvenir shops and sweet egg-tart stands, and emerging modern buildings over there.

Here is Macau, SAR of China.