sleep walking and border crossing

The second stop of the bus was in the heart of a factory area of china, the night was still, the air was thick with pollution, in the short time we stopped, a coating of film lined the inside of my throat and mouth, impermeable to water, i returned to my bunk and let the quiet in and laid upon the swaying top bunk with my thoughts, a long 10 hour drive through the china night, it felt as if we were driving on rock and logs and it was a miracle that no flat tires obstructed us,.....the sun peaked out in my delirium and we arrived at the border town to Macau, we were sent off the bus confused and uncertain we had even arrived in the proper place, which we had not, from the station we waved a cab and tried to communicate our destination, unsuccessfully at first we all just kept yelling Macau as we drove around in search of translators, finally a hotel clerk sent us in the cab to a pier where we were allowed entry to Macau, though not the normal spot for travellers we entered after waiting for them to open alongside all the chinese migrant workers heading over for the work day, after passing through several gates we arrived on the Macau side, flagged a taxi and headed for our meeting spot with chris whom was to arrive in hong kong the night before for visa issues and ferry down to macau to meet us, we had a few hours to kill and found a coffee shop to sit and fight off the sleep and growing hunger, after passing the meeting time we decided to call chris only to discover he was having hold ups in hong kong and would have to see us the next day, using our guidebook we stumbled over to the cheapest place listed in the area and obtained the well needed hotel, i sank quickly into deep sleep as day turned to night over the former Portuguese colony and it sparkling casinos and city sounds eased my resting............