All in all, a fortunate expedition
National travel editor Brian Crisp gets his palm read, takes a gamble and indulges in the delights of Macau’s food scene
THERE’S something strangely reassuring about having your fortune told by an ancient Chinaman who has 30cm-long sprouts of hair protruding from parts of his face.
As he stares at me above his thick glasses, I’m at least confident that he looks the part.
It’s not what he says – I can’t understand anything that comes from his mouth – but rather the calm way he says it that comforts me.
We are sitting in a suburban park in Macau. It is an important part of the local community. Because flats in Macau are small, people tend to use the parks as their extended lounge rooms.
So I find myself sitting on a metal chair, baring my soul through an interpreter, while surrounded by children playing, mothers gossiping and old people just watching their lives go by day after day.
The fortune teller is very important in Macau culture and this man has been recommended to me by Joao Novikoff Sales, a public relations executive from the Macau Government Tourist Office.
The fortune teller, whom I pay $HK200 (about $25), asks for my date of birth and what time of day I was born.
He consults his book of numbers and writes five lines of numerals.
He then holds my left hand, pushing it in different parts. He then replicates this with my right.
Next he grabs my chin, mouth and cheeks. All of this takes about five minutes and is done in silence.
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