I got off the TurboJet - a kind of express ferry from HK to Macau. It was very rocky on account of the shift in weather. I was slightly sea sick. Like everything else in SAR, the ferry was a simulacrum of order. There were tickets with printed assigned seats, attendants with maroon suits, and luggage requirements. Nobody followed any of it. People took whatever seat they liked. The attendants in maroon cajoled only when a problems appears. And then, passengers made deals with each other to stay exactly where they are. Few checked luggage. And everbody got up at the same time as soon as the ferry parked.
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