Venus in Aries vs Venus in Taurus- & Things the Lonely Planet Guide Doesn’t Tell You

No fewer than 3 close friends commented after my Read My Body Language post (Venus in Taurus) that they thought they were reading about me… not sure if it was the comments about the chocolate body butter or the fantasies of being handfed champagne by buffed footballers or just the comfort eating (or, in my case, drinking) tendencies.

Ruins of St Pauls, Macau, Pic by me.
Ruins of St Pauls, Macau, Pic by me.

Sometimes I wish that Venus was placed in Taurus in my chart- I would probably like shopping a little more & my tracksuits & footy socks/ flip flops a little less. Also, my Venus in Aries is so into instant gratification that all too often I forget to stop and smell the roses.

Anyway, the difference between the 2 Venus’ can clearly be seen in the following rather self-indulgent (because Venus in Aries is selfish) Travel-ish blog:

Regular readers will know I was recently working out of Hong Kong for a couple of weeks over Easter. Easter Tuesday in Hong Kong is another Public Holiday called The Day After Ching Ming Day- it is for honouring the dead and sweeping out tombs and the like. Anyway, after spending the Easter weekend working, I got rid of my Sydney emails & decided at the last minute to go to Macau for the rest of the day. A short 1 hour ferry trip across; sailings each way every 15 minutes… what could be hard about that?  I could be there and back without any planning or forethought. Very Venus in Aries.

Just 2 hours after making my split second decision I am pounding the Portuguese cobblestones, have found the Ruins of St Pauls- no make-up, hair in a frizzy ponytail and looking like an ageing relic from a hippie commune.  Venus in Aries with no time to waste- Venus in Taurus would not be seen in public with me.

Venus in Taurus would have selected a few choice things to do thoroughly. I tried to jam the lot into just a few short hours- including a side trip to the opulence that is The Venetian Casino- a complete destination in itself. Venus in Taurus may have lingered in the shopping malls marvelling at all the things REAL money can buy. Venus in Aries needed to keep moving.

Where Venus in Taurus would wander and appreciate the beauty of the architecture and the tiles, Venus in Aries has taken the photo and is already climbing the hundreds of years old stone steps to the top of the fortress, just because it is there. Venus in Taurus would have saved the sweat and found the modern escalator I read about in the guidebook on the way home.

 Because I didn’t stop to think and plan, I also didn’t stop to realise that after a 5 day Public Holiday, people may have decamped to Macau would be needing to come home.

 Because I didn’t think to stop and plan, I simply assumed that with sailings every 15 minutes to Hong Kong I could just rock on up to the ticket office in Macau when I was ready to come home and grab myself a berth on the next available sailing. In true Venus in Aries style, I simply assumed that when I wanted to hop on a ferry, there would be one waiting for me.

Because I didn’t think to stop and plan, I didn’t reserve my ticket home. …

Imagine my mood when I front the ticket office, hot and sweaty and smelly from all my tearing around, and am told that my allocated sailing is not until 11.10pm- a whole 8 HOURS away! One thing Venus in Aries hates is waiting.

Venus in Taurus may have decided to while away the hours in comfort in one of the Casinos just a couple of minutes walk away. Plenty of shops, lounge areas, places to sit and have a coffee or a drink. Venus in Taurus would have pre-booked. Venus in Aries decided to scoot through immigration and take her chances on a standby seat on an earlier sailing.


And again... on a breather on the steps to thecFort.
And again... on a breather on the steps to the Fort.

Travellers Tip or Things the Lonely Planet Guide Doesn’t Tell You No. :


  1. It is best to plan and check the availability of your return passage before embarking on your journey- especially if trying to get back from Macau on the afternoon after a 5 day public holiday.
  2. Once you have cleared immigration, there is no going back… aside from a small duty free shop, there is literally NOTHING to do once you have cleared Departures at Macau Ferry Terminal. No seats, no tables, no nothing.

So, I hit the 1st standby queue- quite a lengthy one. I sigh heavily, look at my watch every 2 minutes, and send a mountain of text messages to Mr Scorpio in Sydney:

  • What the F%^& am I going to do until 11pm if I don’t get on this F#$%ing boat?
  • Maybe that chicken curry at lunch was a mistake?
  • I hope that pork jerky stuff I tried from the street seller doesn’t upset my tummy.
  • What if I need to go to the bathroom- I don’t have anyone to mind my spot.

I don’t make it on that sailing.

Smarter now in the ways of standby queuing, I grab my backpack and sprint (well, run moderately fast) down to the other end of the terminal to the queue for the sailing after the next sailing (told you I was smart). I plonk down on the dirty lino to wait it out:

  •  How much do you reckon it would cost to go by helicopter?
  • I want to cry
  • I don’t want to be here on my own wanting to cry
  • I need a cuddle
  • I need a drink
  • I still want to cry.

I don’t make it on that sailing either. More texts to hubby:

  •  I’m NEVER going to get back. I’m going to be stuck in this terminal for EVER.
  • I’m not being overly dramatic
  • I’m not asking you to do anything about it… I KNOW THAT YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!
  • If it was possible for me to go back through arrivals, don’t you think that I would have?
  • Its easy for you to tell me to be patient… its not like you are in this F#$%ING queue.
  • DON’T [email protected]#$ING PATRONISE ME!
  • I wish I hadn’t come
  • I’m going to cry

I make it on…just…the gates close behind me.

By the time I am in my seat and ipod on, my heart had slowed back to normal pace, the lump in my throat had gone and I was able to congratulate myself on having done so much exercise that day and how much I had seen in just a few hours. The hassle of the standby queue was gone. Just. Like. That. My Venus in Aries had a temper tantrum like a spoiled child because her needs weren’t being immediately met. So, just like a spoiled child, once I got what I wanted, all was right with my world again.

Venus in Taurus would have waited more patiently. Venus in Taurus would not have wasted her energy in a temper about something beyond her control. Venus in Taurus would not have done the up and down sprints between standby queues. Venus in Taurus would have pre-booked. Venus in Taurus would have prepared better- & looked a whole lot better.

Jo’s Tips to Standby Queues

  1. The length of the queue has no correlation to the real number of people actually waiting in the queue. Don’t be surprised to find your queue triples or quadruples in size close to sailing time as each queue will contain just 1 representative of a family of 12 or more.
  2. Getting really close to the top of one queue gives you no priority at the next- if you miss one sailing, be prepared to start again from scratch
  3. Don’t have chicken curry or experimental street food before attempting a potentially long and dangerous queue
  4. If alone, make friends with someone who can speak the language and can act as a space minder in need. A partner in crime is essential to successful standby queuing.
  5. Get smart- start a new queue- preferably for the ferry after the next ferry- with sailings every 15 minutes, there are plenty to choose from.
  6. Get real smart and send your space minder (see tip no 4) to check how many seat stickers are left before they open the seats up to standby queuers. A simple calculation will tell you whether you will get on: Number of tickets- (number of people in queue before you)x4.
  7. Make sure you have plenty of charge in your cell phone- you need it for the texts.