Swimming to Macau...

On Tuesday, we visited Macau, but more specifically the site where my father swam across in 1966. This is the place where many people from Southern China have died, attempting to escape starvation and oppression. Landfill has completely changed the face of the area connecting mainland China and Macau - what was once a 5 hour swim has become a short walk on the beach.



It's never too late to learn a new skill...



A Macau Street...



We finally convinced my dad to jump!