For
being so logical (”lots of
Asian people in front of a Portuguese looking
monument” therefore guessing Macao) and for being
laconic but straight forward and right (”Macao“), the winners of this
week’s Golden Frog are:
Nyasha and Vitor! (Applause)! Ok, that
was easy for them, they’re both Portuguese… but still.
It was indeed Macao. This
tiny former Portuguese colony that was given back to
China in December 1999 and which I had the chance to visit 3 years
ago. If you ever travel to Hong Kong, do take a day to visit
Macao, it’s
just an hour away by
super-speed boat and definitely worth it. A strange mix between
Southern Europe and China where street signs are in
both Portuguese and Chinese, where streets smell of
bacalhau and
locals speak Chinese with a Portuguese accent and
vice-versa. (well I just heard,
I couldn’t tell). Totally weird and fab!
The lucky winners have won a fabulous
Golden Frog they will receive
if they ever come to Paris. In the meantime they will receive their
weight own worth of frozen frogs’ legs while the unlucky
others get a new chance to get a fantastic prize next
week!The answer to the next
question: What the hell was I
wearing?, nobody guessed it right. The right answer was
“Honey, light-blue and corny
hat, please send in the Fashion Patrol
now!“.
Oh Look! It’s Macao!
In the foreground: Macao and the Republic of China on the other
side of the river.
And the Golden Frog Award!
Filed under: Frog goes on a trip, Golden Frog
frog with a blog
aw, another silly hat! weee! hehe.
Kidding of course love
my weight in frog legs - now that is a LOT of frog!!! grilled, roasted, cooked, fried? are you going to UPS it, or how do i get hold of those yummy legs?
btw, can’t stand the smell of dried bacalhau… can’t imagine streets smelling like that. had not realised Macao was in such bad shape… thanks for sharing the pix.
thats unfair.
yeah micke, my dad loves frog’s legs! he’s asked about them already!
in fact when he was a kid he used to rip the legs off still living frogs, chuck the rest of the critter away and take them home for my grandma to fry.
send ‘em over!
as for the golden frog award my only comment is: LMFAO!
i thought you were brushing up on your portuguese
you should be able to tell when they
speak with a chinese accent.
i had this weird co-worker who lived in macao for like 15 years and his accent was so thick we barely understood him… not to mention his fashion sense (which was null, i think he was stuck in the bad parts of the late 70’s early 80’s)
Xmichra: It doesn’t matter how silly the hat is as long as I can hide my hair, or lack thereof…
Nyasha: the Forgs’ legs should be delivered through UPS soon, they will have melted by the time they reach you and since it’s not healthy tore-freeze, you and better-hal have no choice but throw a gigantic French party. Well, depending on how much you weigh of course…
WTF; Honey, you get to participate next week. By the way, stop complaining, you didn’t even participate this week!
Vitor: I like your dad already, one cool dude. But that’s not exactly how we eat our frogs here. We’re not that tough.
Regarding fashion taste of the Macanese, look at the pic in the post below and see what a bad influence Macao seems to have on people!
still no frog legs
anxiously waiting! HAHA
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