As travellers, we tend to favour local experiences over the glitz of branding. Indulgence is fine, and often well-deserved, but at the end of the day it&rsquos the deep dive into the heartlands that matters. However, from the moment I boarded the flight to Hong Kong, I was met with the antithesis to this formula a tsunami of shimmering, exciting advertising. You know, the otherworldly kind that makes your fingers twitch and anti-capitalistic tendencies falter ever so slightly. My colleagues joke that I&rsquom becoming the magazine&rsquos &lsquocasino correspondent&rsquo, and that a trip to Macao was inevitable. But instead, The Venetian Macao had invited  us to test out the allure of everything except the gaming tables, and off I went.
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