So we were trying to squeeze as much as possible into one day so that we could go on a safari the entire next (and last) day in Phnom Pehn.
We got up early and set out to S21, the prison genocide museum that existed during the Khmer Rouge Regime. It was a school that the Pol Pot reign turned into a place to capture and torture revolutionists and intellects. Of the 20,000 imprisoned there, seven survived. This all occured in the 70s - almost in our lifetime. The museum was basically untouched from when the Vietnamese came in and ended the imprisonment. There were 14 people in the prison then and they left the rooms untouched for the museum. There is blood on the floors still. There are 14 tombstones at the museum where the last prisoners were buried. There were children murdered and tortured. Babies. There was a picture of a mother with her child in her arms about to be killed in front of her. The Khmer Rouge prison camp took pictures of each prisoner and the museum has every single picture up on the walls. An interesting part of the museum was a photographer went there and saw that the pictures all looked like mugshots and he wanted to depict them as humans. So he took pictures of the pictures in different lights and with different reflections. It was amazing to see the pictures change and depict the people so differently - people with "dreams and lives" as he put it.
Another interesting area was the part of the museum that depicted the stories of the Khmer Rogue Regime killers. They had no choice either. They were forced to kill and they tell their stories of what it was like and where they are now.
We then went onto the killing fields, which is where they took the prisoners to be killed and then thrown into mass graves. It is about 15 minutes outside of the main city. 1/8th of the fields have been excavated and they have 8,000 skulls in a stupa that climbs two stories high. As we walked around the excavated fields, I saw things sticking out of the dirt, and when I bent down, I saw that it was pieces of fabric from clothing. I also saw bones sticking out of the dirt. It was unbelievable. I can't believe that people's actual clothing is still there it was so recent.
We left there feeling depressed as we knew we would. We headed to lunch at the Foreign Correspondence Club, or the FCC, on the river. No time to spare on this super tourism day; we then headed to the Royal Palace and the Silver Pagoda before the rain started. After that we went home to change and found a place to eat in the Lonely Planet Guide.
We found a true gem called Friends. It is run by a nonprofit in Cambodia and it is amazing. It's a a local organization working with Cambodian street children, their families and the community to develop creative projects that effecitively support the children to become in dependent and productive members of the community. So the Friends restaurant is a third level training site that allows the children (students) to be mentored and followed by someone (teacher) while they wait on tables, if that is the trade they chose to focus on. The kids have a home, have a trade to focus on, and when they make their way all the way up to the third level, they are helped to find a job in the city. They are then followed up with for a year and they come back and tell the new kids how their profession and Friends has changed their life. It was absolutely amazing food (a mix of Khmer and Western food) and a great cause. It was so tasty that Shannon bought a cookbook there and the proceeds go directly to the children's tips.
We headed home early so that we could get up early for our day with the animals at a wildlife refuge!
Monday, August 31, 2009
The Kingdom of Cambodia
We went to the Bangkok airport for our flight to Phnom Pehn. Let me tell you a little story about the Bangkok Airport. We went through security and were about to go down to the area where we would wait for our flight and we realized that we were in a holding area between security and the gate. It had no food and no bathrooms. We decided, since the flight was delayed and we had time, and because we were basically being held hostage, to go back through security. We talked to the women at the gate area and they told us they had to take our boarding passes to hang onto them to make sure they knew who was gone because it was delayed and at takeoff they could look down and see whose name they still had. I knew that was a ridiculous thing to do, because clearly we wouldn't be able to go through security and come back without boarding passes. Oh but we did. Fantastic security at the Bangkok airport, let me tell ya. Don't have a boarding pass? Well come on in! We were able to get a snack before heading back to the gate. The snack I speak of is an Italian guy's leftover chocolate cake. When he saw me "eating over his shoulder" and drooling at his dish, he said that he was done with it and that I could have it. I of course refused and said thank you anyway. He then insisted that it would be a waste - and who am I to waste good food? So, I ate a partially eaten chocolate cake from a strange Italian man at the airport. And it tasted oh so good.
We got back to the gate and finally were on our way to the Kingdom of Cambodia! We arrived and I was tricked into giving more money at customs because I didn't have US dollars with me. Stinkers didn't tell me that ahead of time. I complained for a good five minutes about five dollars and then got over it. We made our way to the Pavillion hotel and it was beautiful. We had two rooms - a living area and a bedroom - and a patio all to ourselves!
We changed and headed to dinner a the suggestion of the French woman at the front counter: Frizz. It was a traditional Khmer restaurant. We sat with our Lonely Planet Cambodia and split a bottle of wine, Amok (traditional amazing Cambodian cuisine that is a fish or meat steamed in a savoury coconut based curry) and sticky rice and mango for dessert. And . . . for the first time in four days we were able to breathe the air again without feeling like we'd inhaled a pile of soot. Things were looking up.
We got back to the gate and finally were on our way to the Kingdom of Cambodia! We arrived and I was tricked into giving more money at customs because I didn't have US dollars with me. Stinkers didn't tell me that ahead of time. I complained for a good five minutes about five dollars and then got over it. We made our way to the Pavillion hotel and it was beautiful. We had two rooms - a living area and a bedroom - and a patio all to ourselves!
We changed and headed to dinner a the suggestion of the French woman at the front counter: Frizz. It was a traditional Khmer restaurant. We sat with our Lonely Planet Cambodia and split a bottle of wine, Amok (traditional amazing Cambodian cuisine that is a fish or meat steamed in a savoury coconut based curry) and sticky rice and mango for dessert. And . . . for the first time in four days we were able to breathe the air again without feeling like we'd inhaled a pile of soot. Things were looking up.
Floating along on the last day in Bangkok
We headed to the infamous Damnoen Saduak floating market this morning. As we got into the longtail boat the canal was relatively empty. An hour or so later the canal was so packed that you could hardly see the water and one could walk across from one side of the canal to the next just walking on boats. A woman paddled us along and it is amazing how they maneuver through the canal and not one boat gets stuck. It is like a massive jig-saw puzzle at all times and the boats all just slip and slide by each other. Shannon bought some spices from one of the boat vendors and I bought a pancake with eggwhites and coconut (my new fatty obsession since Cendol is nowhere to be found in Thailand).
There were actual "floating restaurants" where the women would have full cookers on their boats and make soup and other goods right on their boat. We then took a longtail boat ride through the canal away from the markets and passed a bunch of homes with families and children yelling "hello madame!" and giggling as we waved and went along the waterway.
The market is something to definitely go to when in Bangkok. It's about an hour outside of the city but well worth the trip. You've seen the pictures of this canal, undoubtably. It really is just as bright as it seems in all the postcards and magazines. There are so many fresh fruits and vegetables and goods in all the boats; the scene is vivid and exciting to watch in action.
When back in the city we went to Lumphini Park, the largest park in Bangkok, to walk around. They have an outdoor health area for exercise; it was fantastic. There were people running (crazy Asians barely noticing the heat) and there were people using machines and weights that were all outside in this park - and free! What a great idea.
We were exhausted after the park and came back to the hotel and took a nap even though Shan and I both said "I am never able to take naps." Five minutes back in the room that sentence was nonsense as we drifted to sleep for an hour or so. Rejuvenated we brought ourselves to a sushi restaurant on KohSan Road and then back home to bed. Boy were we geriatrics that day. Sometimes the effort of traveling really catches up to you and it's best to just get some rest so that you can enjoy more of the next day. I know what you're thinking: "Oh poor Allison - so tired from traveling all over Asia. Here, let me dry your tears." I know. But this was a serious situation regarding sleep: we had to rest up for our flight to Phnom Pehn, Cambodia the next day! Tis a rough life.
There were actual "floating restaurants" where the women would have full cookers on their boats and make soup and other goods right on their boat. We then took a longtail boat ride through the canal away from the markets and passed a bunch of homes with families and children yelling "hello madame!" and giggling as we waved and went along the waterway.
The market is something to definitely go to when in Bangkok. It's about an hour outside of the city but well worth the trip. You've seen the pictures of this canal, undoubtably. It really is just as bright as it seems in all the postcards and magazines. There are so many fresh fruits and vegetables and goods in all the boats; the scene is vivid and exciting to watch in action.
When back in the city we went to Lumphini Park, the largest park in Bangkok, to walk around. They have an outdoor health area for exercise; it was fantastic. There were people running (crazy Asians barely noticing the heat) and there were people using machines and weights that were all outside in this park - and free! What a great idea.
We were exhausted after the park and came back to the hotel and took a nap even though Shan and I both said "I am never able to take naps." Five minutes back in the room that sentence was nonsense as we drifted to sleep for an hour or so. Rejuvenated we brought ourselves to a sushi restaurant on KohSan Road and then back home to bed. Boy were we geriatrics that day. Sometimes the effort of traveling really catches up to you and it's best to just get some rest so that you can enjoy more of the next day. I know what you're thinking: "Oh poor Allison - so tired from traveling all over Asia. Here, let me dry your tears." I know. But this was a serious situation regarding sleep: we had to rest up for our flight to Phnom Pehn, Cambodia the next day! Tis a rough life.
Graduation day in Bangkok
So today I graduated officially from the Johns Hopkins University School of Nursing. I am celebrating by not attending and enjoying myself (read: trying not choke on the air) in Bangkok. We scheduled a longtail boat ride on the river for the morning. When we got there, there were people bathing and doing their laundry on the shore of the river. This wasn't outside the city; it was in the heart of Bangkok and they were doing their daily routines in the murky water. The boat ride took us along the river passed temples and tiny dilapidated shacks that looked like if you'd step too hard, they'd crumble into the river.
After the canal trip we stopped for lunch at an Indian restaurant on KohSan Road. It was sweltering outside and we ordered Curry. It didn't help that the restaurant had no a/c and we were drenched through the entire tasty meal. We then took our sweaty bodies to the King's Palace by way of tuk-tuk.
We had prepared and wore long dresses and brought scarves to cover our shoulders; Shannon did all the research on how to dress appropriately. We walked proudly onto the grounds onto to be stopped and told that we had to stand in line for the "borrowed clothing." We really did not understand completely why we couldn't just wear a shawl/scarf around our shoulders but we were made to wear oversized men's short sleeved (why do they make short sleeved dress shirts anymore except for postal workers and middle-aged balding men in Milwaukee?) button-down shirts over our long dresses. We looked like hurricane victims emerging from a tag sale. Needless to say most of the pictures from the King's Palace do not include the ragged peasants, aka Shannon and me. The pictures were beautiful, though; the sky was semi-cluoudy with bright blue parts interspersed. The backdrop of all the steeples and buildings was breathtaking. The buildings were extremely intricate; I can't wrap my head around the fact that someone sat at the building and put a piece of mosaic onto the wall one by one. It stresses me out just to think of it.
We saw the emerald Buddha which is a Buddha that was found and after some time someone dusted it off to find that - surprise - it was made of complete emerald underneath the dirt. When you go into the house of the Emerald Buddha you cannot sit with your feet facing the Buddha at any time (this goes for any Buddha statue). When we were inside that building, it drizzled and then the brightest blue sky emerged and the pictures of the bright blue sky behind the bright gold of the tops of the National Temple was indescribable. I have some pictures of it but again, they don't do the scene justice.
We went from the Buddha to the King's Palace and throne and then to see the Temple of the Reclining Buddha at Wat Pho. It is a building with an enormous golden Buddha in the reclining position. We took a picture of us at the feet of the Buddha to show how large it was - but keep in mind you will never see it as Shannon and I are depicted in our oversized homeless clothing and sweating profusely in that picture.
We took a Tuk-Tuk home and they managed to get us lost and dropped us off nowheere near our hotel. We should have probably heeded the warning signs in our hotel that said "Tuk-tuk causes problem." One hour later and three circles walked, we were so turned around, sweaty and exhausted that we just got into a cab to go a mere two blocks. The one turn we didn't take was the one we needed to get us home.
We ran inside and jumped directly into the pool. We were honestly disgusting and should have listened to the "please shower before entering pool" but at that point it was just too much work for us. I had imprints of my sandals in dirt on my feet when I took them off (no wonder 10 percent of the population has respiratory problems and wears masks), but hey, that's what chlorine is for, right? Right. Once the city was washed off of us, we then went to the roofdeck and I sat up there and listened to the sounds of the city as the warm polluted breeze blew by. It was quite a view; we could experience the whole city from up there: skyscrapers, dilapidated apartments, women pushing carts of food (or whole kitchens on wheels, should I say), temle domes and the sound of motorbikes and carhorns.
We cleaned ourselves up and went to Sky Bar at the top of the State Tower for drinks that evening. It is an open-air bar at the top of the building and it is about 70 stories high. We had overpriced mojitoes (Shannon) and overpriced beer (me) and soaked in the view. The city is widely spread out which lends itself to a large skyline to see from the top. I wonder if we were high enough to spare our lungs a few hours of non-polluted air. Most likely not. It still looked beautiful, though.
So, happy graduation day to me. I'm $80K in debt but now have a career that I feel unbelievably passionate about. I couldn't have celebrated with a better person or in a more interesting place. Cheers! Make that $80K plus one overpriced beer.
After the canal trip we stopped for lunch at an Indian restaurant on KohSan Road. It was sweltering outside and we ordered Curry. It didn't help that the restaurant had no a/c and we were drenched through the entire tasty meal. We then took our sweaty bodies to the King's Palace by way of tuk-tuk.
We had prepared and wore long dresses and brought scarves to cover our shoulders; Shannon did all the research on how to dress appropriately. We walked proudly onto the grounds onto to be stopped and told that we had to stand in line for the "borrowed clothing." We really did not understand completely why we couldn't just wear a shawl/scarf around our shoulders but we were made to wear oversized men's short sleeved (why do they make short sleeved dress shirts anymore except for postal workers and middle-aged balding men in Milwaukee?) button-down shirts over our long dresses. We looked like hurricane victims emerging from a tag sale. Needless to say most of the pictures from the King's Palace do not include the ragged peasants, aka Shannon and me. The pictures were beautiful, though; the sky was semi-cluoudy with bright blue parts interspersed. The backdrop of all the steeples and buildings was breathtaking. The buildings were extremely intricate; I can't wrap my head around the fact that someone sat at the building and put a piece of mosaic onto the wall one by one. It stresses me out just to think of it.
We saw the emerald Buddha which is a Buddha that was found and after some time someone dusted it off to find that - surprise - it was made of complete emerald underneath the dirt. When you go into the house of the Emerald Buddha you cannot sit with your feet facing the Buddha at any time (this goes for any Buddha statue). When we were inside that building, it drizzled and then the brightest blue sky emerged and the pictures of the bright blue sky behind the bright gold of the tops of the National Temple was indescribable. I have some pictures of it but again, they don't do the scene justice.
We went from the Buddha to the King's Palace and throne and then to see the Temple of the Reclining Buddha at Wat Pho. It is a building with an enormous golden Buddha in the reclining position. We took a picture of us at the feet of the Buddha to show how large it was - but keep in mind you will never see it as Shannon and I are depicted in our oversized homeless clothing and sweating profusely in that picture.
We took a Tuk-Tuk home and they managed to get us lost and dropped us off nowheere near our hotel. We should have probably heeded the warning signs in our hotel that said "Tuk-tuk causes problem." One hour later and three circles walked, we were so turned around, sweaty and exhausted that we just got into a cab to go a mere two blocks. The one turn we didn't take was the one we needed to get us home.
We ran inside and jumped directly into the pool. We were honestly disgusting and should have listened to the "please shower before entering pool" but at that point it was just too much work for us. I had imprints of my sandals in dirt on my feet when I took them off (no wonder 10 percent of the population has respiratory problems and wears masks), but hey, that's what chlorine is for, right? Right. Once the city was washed off of us, we then went to the roofdeck and I sat up there and listened to the sounds of the city as the warm polluted breeze blew by. It was quite a view; we could experience the whole city from up there: skyscrapers, dilapidated apartments, women pushing carts of food (or whole kitchens on wheels, should I say), temle domes and the sound of motorbikes and carhorns.
We cleaned ourselves up and went to Sky Bar at the top of the State Tower for drinks that evening. It is an open-air bar at the top of the building and it is about 70 stories high. We had overpriced mojitoes (Shannon) and overpriced beer (me) and soaked in the view. The city is widely spread out which lends itself to a large skyline to see from the top. I wonder if we were high enough to spare our lungs a few hours of non-polluted air. Most likely not. It still looked beautiful, though.
So, happy graduation day to me. I'm $80K in debt but now have a career that I feel unbelievably passionate about. I couldn't have celebrated with a better person or in a more interesting place. Cheers! Make that $80K plus one overpriced beer.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Heading north
So my prayer was definitely either not heard or the sun was tired of hearing my whining and completely ignored on purpose. We woke up to treacherous winds and no sun. I guess I didn't say please no blustering winds, so technically the sun didn't realllllllly do anything wrong. I should have been more clear, I suppose.
We took a ferry from Ko Phag Nan back to Samui for our flight that afternoon. Funny enough at the pier we saw the crazy Irish guys from the truck ride the other day into the island. They looked like they had been hit with a pound of paint and a lot of alcohol. They clearly didn't go to bed at 11pm with aloe. They had gone to the black moon party the night before and obviously not showered off the body paint or brushed their teeth yet. I looked at them, at the choppy sea, and back at them and could see the fear in their eyes - well - stomach.
The 35 minute ferry ride was definitely one of the scarier moments of the trip. The boat looked like it was in no sense in any control. the ocean and wind were doing what they wanted and the boat just happened to not capsize yet. At one point Shannon even asked, "where are the lifevests on this?" That's how bad it was. The guys next to us were a bit talkative but a few rocky minutes into the ride they turned green and shut up. I think they were holding their vomit in for the subsquent 30 minutes. Of course you know we made it to shore without any ferry mishaps and said our final goodbyes to the hungover Irish dudes. How cliche.
While waiting for our airport taxi I had the best thai noodles from a random stand at the pier and yet another coconut chocolate pancake. If you had one you'd know why I had a billion. A semi-close second to Cendol. Oh, sweet cendol how I miss you. I digress (and drool).
We got to the airport in time to check our email and board the plane away from the clear blue oceans, the white sand and the menopausal sun of the islands to venture onto the capital of this beautiful country: Bangkok!
We took a ferry from Ko Phag Nan back to Samui for our flight that afternoon. Funny enough at the pier we saw the crazy Irish guys from the truck ride the other day into the island. They looked like they had been hit with a pound of paint and a lot of alcohol. They clearly didn't go to bed at 11pm with aloe. They had gone to the black moon party the night before and obviously not showered off the body paint or brushed their teeth yet. I looked at them, at the choppy sea, and back at them and could see the fear in their eyes - well - stomach.
The 35 minute ferry ride was definitely one of the scarier moments of the trip. The boat looked like it was in no sense in any control. the ocean and wind were doing what they wanted and the boat just happened to not capsize yet. At one point Shannon even asked, "where are the lifevests on this?" That's how bad it was. The guys next to us were a bit talkative but a few rocky minutes into the ride they turned green and shut up. I think they were holding their vomit in for the subsquent 30 minutes. Of course you know we made it to shore without any ferry mishaps and said our final goodbyes to the hungover Irish dudes. How cliche.
While waiting for our airport taxi I had the best thai noodles from a random stand at the pier and yet another coconut chocolate pancake. If you had one you'd know why I had a billion. A semi-close second to Cendol. Oh, sweet cendol how I miss you. I digress (and drool).
We got to the airport in time to check our email and board the plane away from the clear blue oceans, the white sand and the menopausal sun of the islands to venture onto the capital of this beautiful country: Bangkok!
Last day at the islands!
So the sun decided to be a huge asshole today and sleep in. . . all day. It downpoured all day long. We woke up in complete confusion. We're at the beach. It's raining. It's like when you get to a movie theatre to find out that the movie starts in 35 minutes - just enough time to do nothing. The whole group stares at each other and hopes the time warps forward. I wished the time would warp forward to the sun deciding to wake its ass up and do its job.
We decided to walk through town and stop and read at an overpriced used book store. We read about Bangkok since that was our next stop. The lady at the store meticulously followed us around and as I took a book out and put it back she was sure to move it 1/800th of an inch from where I had put it. I was really messin up her shop. She also glared at us beating the system: we took notes on all the lonely planets and didn't buy any. Allison and Shannon, 1; Lonely Planet and crazy book shop lady, 0. Take that you old bat. The rain really makes me act like an angsty teen. I apologize.
So it continued to rain nonstop. Shannon was smart on the way into town and bought an umbrella. I thought I could outsmart the rain and dart between drops, apparently. A few hours into the day I realized that was far from the truth. After soaking myself, I bedurdgingly bought a 2.00 umbrella. Oh, the things you try to put off purchasing when you are a poor backpacker. The umbrellas had some strange animals on them and we were sure to never use them again outside of Asia but what the hey, we were finally dry.
We got another massage. At this point, I know you are going to hate me for saying this, but I was getting a bit tired of Thai massages. It was raining and it was the only thing to do! I know, tough life.
After my final massage of the trip, we ate a quick bite of falafel (Little Israel) and window shopped for a bit. After we got tired of the women in the stores following us two steps behind in each store, we went back to the room to watch The Beach. It was one of the movies in Cocohut Village and it seemed appropriate. You know, it's the movie with Leo and he's in Bangkok and goes on a hunt to find this beach off the coast and there is a whole village there. This is actually how we learned how to say the name of where we were - Ko Phag Nan. Pathetic. The last day and we finally knew. And Leo taught us. Bleh.
We went back up to town and I had nachos at one of the open-air restaurants as we watched a movie. Never order nachos in Thailand. What the hell was I thinkin? They were the worst stinkin' "nachos" I had ever had. Oh but do not fret - I made up for it by quickly following it by a chocolate coconut pancake on the street. De-lish.
I went to sleep and said a little prayer to the sun to stop being a little bitch and give us some love tomorrow.
We decided to walk through town and stop and read at an overpriced used book store. We read about Bangkok since that was our next stop. The lady at the store meticulously followed us around and as I took a book out and put it back she was sure to move it 1/800th of an inch from where I had put it. I was really messin up her shop. She also glared at us beating the system: we took notes on all the lonely planets and didn't buy any. Allison and Shannon, 1; Lonely Planet and crazy book shop lady, 0. Take that you old bat. The rain really makes me act like an angsty teen. I apologize.
So it continued to rain nonstop. Shannon was smart on the way into town and bought an umbrella. I thought I could outsmart the rain and dart between drops, apparently. A few hours into the day I realized that was far from the truth. After soaking myself, I bedurdgingly bought a 2.00 umbrella. Oh, the things you try to put off purchasing when you are a poor backpacker. The umbrellas had some strange animals on them and we were sure to never use them again outside of Asia but what the hey, we were finally dry.
We got another massage. At this point, I know you are going to hate me for saying this, but I was getting a bit tired of Thai massages. It was raining and it was the only thing to do! I know, tough life.
After my final massage of the trip, we ate a quick bite of falafel (Little Israel) and window shopped for a bit. After we got tired of the women in the stores following us two steps behind in each store, we went back to the room to watch The Beach. It was one of the movies in Cocohut Village and it seemed appropriate. You know, it's the movie with Leo and he's in Bangkok and goes on a hunt to find this beach off the coast and there is a whole village there. This is actually how we learned how to say the name of where we were - Ko Phag Nan. Pathetic. The last day and we finally knew. And Leo taught us. Bleh.
We went back up to town and I had nachos at one of the open-air restaurants as we watched a movie. Never order nachos in Thailand. What the hell was I thinkin? They were the worst stinkin' "nachos" I had ever had. Oh but do not fret - I made up for it by quickly following it by a chocolate coconut pancake on the street. De-lish.
I went to sleep and said a little prayer to the sun to stop being a little bitch and give us some love tomorrow.
Koh Pha Ngan
Day 2
We spent the entire day on the beach today - looking out at our former home, Ko Samui. The day started out with the sun testing our patients, hiding behind some clouds, but then finally shined down proudly. It was relaxing except for the eurobeats that follow me everywhere. The music through the sound system on the beach sounded like it was being played out of a mailbox underwater in the 90s. All the tunes were definitely on my playlist when I was going through puberty. No biggie; nothing was going to rain on my beach day.
We ventured into town and got a foot massage. Mmm. I really like that you can tailor your massage preferences to certain parts of your body in Asia. That sounds dirty but really you can choose your G rated body part (to be honest, you can choose your X rated body part in most parts of Asia but we didn't go to those parlors).
After the foot massage we had Indian food for dinner a the second floor restaurant. We sat watching the Israeli tourists walk by - no matter how hard I try to see them differently, they really do uncannily resemble Long Islanders. We picked a spot that was showing Slumdog Millionaire to have our post-dinner 1.00 beers. It was relaxing except for the intermittent attacking/barking dogs outside the open-air restaurant/bar. Don't get me wrong - the stray dogs and cats are adorable but when they get rowdy they get ROWDY. The funny thing is the natives don't even flinch while the Israelis and I were cringing.
I came home and changed for bed only to find - alas - I had been burned like a leper. This is something I've seen before. It usually happens when I ask someone to put sunblock on my back and they apply forgetting that I'm a redhead and require a total body covering with consistent stroke application. However, this time it was due to my own lack of attention. I was too busy trying to remember what year the 90s song was from to apply in a swift thorough motion. I had burned ears, neck (oh, only one side so as to look even better, don't worry) and some other spotted areas in the midsection that might be considered in the rated X massage parlor. Not too bad for a redhead who once in college on spring break was told by a random stranger that she should seek medical attention due to her random assortment of burns on her body.
So to bed we went. We decided to forgo the "free pool party" that was on the many flyers so graciously pushed into our arms on the walk home. No thank you sir, we are old and in bed by 11. With aloe.
We spent the entire day on the beach today - looking out at our former home, Ko Samui. The day started out with the sun testing our patients, hiding behind some clouds, but then finally shined down proudly. It was relaxing except for the eurobeats that follow me everywhere. The music through the sound system on the beach sounded like it was being played out of a mailbox underwater in the 90s. All the tunes were definitely on my playlist when I was going through puberty. No biggie; nothing was going to rain on my beach day.
We ventured into town and got a foot massage. Mmm. I really like that you can tailor your massage preferences to certain parts of your body in Asia. That sounds dirty but really you can choose your G rated body part (to be honest, you can choose your X rated body part in most parts of Asia but we didn't go to those parlors).
After the foot massage we had Indian food for dinner a the second floor restaurant. We sat watching the Israeli tourists walk by - no matter how hard I try to see them differently, they really do uncannily resemble Long Islanders. We picked a spot that was showing Slumdog Millionaire to have our post-dinner 1.00 beers. It was relaxing except for the intermittent attacking/barking dogs outside the open-air restaurant/bar. Don't get me wrong - the stray dogs and cats are adorable but when they get rowdy they get ROWDY. The funny thing is the natives don't even flinch while the Israelis and I were cringing.
I came home and changed for bed only to find - alas - I had been burned like a leper. This is something I've seen before. It usually happens when I ask someone to put sunblock on my back and they apply forgetting that I'm a redhead and require a total body covering with consistent stroke application. However, this time it was due to my own lack of attention. I was too busy trying to remember what year the 90s song was from to apply in a swift thorough motion. I had burned ears, neck (oh, only one side so as to look even better, don't worry) and some other spotted areas in the midsection that might be considered in the rated X massage parlor. Not too bad for a redhead who once in college on spring break was told by a random stranger that she should seek medical attention due to her random assortment of burns on her body.
So to bed we went. We decided to forgo the "free pool party" that was on the many flyers so graciously pushed into our arms on the walk home. No thank you sir, we are old and in bed by 11. With aloe.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Koh Pha Ngan, home of the full moon parties
Our last half day at Ko Samui was spent at the beach. The sun was shining and Michael Jackson was blasting from the resort down the beach. I should probably take a moment to comment on Southeast Asians being absurdly obsessed with MJ. I was in Singapore when he passed away and I only was able to watch news about and relating to Michael Jackson for the duration of my trip. Forgive me if I'm a little slow with current events but I could catalog MJ's family members and life timeline in my sleep if you asked. Anywho, back to the beach. Ya know what - since I'm ranting let me move onto the Europeans on the beach. Before traveling most do some research about what is and isn't appropriate behavior. One such inappropriate behavior a googler might come across is going topless on a beach in Thailand. Europeans clearly didn't do their research. Our beach was littered with topless women and thier beaus. They didn't just lie there on their beach and keep their disrespect to themselves. No. They frolicked in the water, on the sand and sprawled out on rocks for photoshoots taken by their significant others. It wasn't just the nakies either; in town and on boats and basically anywhere there was good lighting the men of European descent wanted to take picures of their women looking seductive. And not one picture - an entire shoot with many, many a picure. Who knew elephant riding was seductive? For Etienne and Francois it was. I almost felt that I should have asked Shannon to take my picture in the setting sun with my hair blowing in the wind to fit in.
We left our beautiful semi nude-beach on a ferry to Ko Phangan (pronounced Pan-yang, after MUCH difficulty). The ride was filled with sunburned backpackers and it was a short 30 minutes; You can see the island's mountains in the distance off of the coast of Ko Samui. And there were some serious mountains. We arrived and took a van to our bungalow on extremely hilly and windy roads;I really think at one point I could only see directly into the sky as our van was at a 90 degree angle up one mountainous road. We met some Irish guys on our van ride who just got off the ferry and found a woman with a pamphlet in broken English for a hostel and were on their way there. Just listening to their trip (no planned hostels, no planned stays, missed airplanes, etc.) made me break out into a type-A sweat. When talking about their lack of planning, they asked, "What, you guys have your whole trip planned out already? Even the hostels?" I cooly replied that we still didn't have the hotel for the last night in Bangkok; I thought that maybe one fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants night might make us a little cooler. Wrong. They got off at their run-down hostel with their tiny bags that probaly contained two pairs of dirty underwear and a 6-pack of Guiness and waved goodbye to the neuroticly prepared American girls and we were on our way.
Our Bungalow was at the Cocohut Village, which is in Haad Rin, the southernmost peninsula on Koh Phangan, where the infamous Full Moon Party is. We were on the western/sunset side - Haad Rin Nok - and the party beach on the eastern/sunrise side of the peninsula - Had Rin Nai, was a 5 minute walk away. Our bungalow was one of the mountainside villas and you had to trek up quite a number of stairs to get there. Getting up there in our backpacks in the scorching heat we were nothing short of winded (too many Nutella pancakes? Maybe.) Cocohut Village was much larger than Promtsuk Buri on Samui - and it had an infiniti pool that overlooked Leela Beach and the ocean. We took a lounge chair and looked out at Ko Samui and I finished my book while the sun set. We trekked up, winded again, to shower for dinner.
We were greeted by a billion huge red ants. Surprise - the mountain bungalows come with holes in their walls! We learned quickly to walk around in flip flops and step on as many as possible. Probably not the Buddhist way, but it's the American way and old habits die hard. We went to Haad Rin Nai for dinner and found that all the open-air restaurants that boast Thai, "western," and Israeli food play movies all night so you don't have to talk to your miserable travel partner or even worse, your life partner at the table; you can watch a movie and enjoy your Pad Thai and Chang Beer in peace. You're probably wondering about the Israeli part - I was. Cocohut should be renamed Little Israel. I thought it was a fluke at our place but when we ventured into town we soon realized that Koh Phangan is to Israelis as Cancun is to Americans. We ate a meal of sweet and spicy shrimp while watching a movie for 6 bucks. Afterwards we walked around to find something to do and saw buckets - legitimate buckets that you used to build sandcastles in (you know, the kind that are bright blue or red and have a yellow handle) - with a bottle of alcohol and a can of soda being sold as a package for the equivalent of 2 US dollars. This sounds great but remember it is 90 degrees with 100% humidity. And this brings me to the dilemma that we've been having since we left sanitary Singapore: to ice or not to ice? A mixed drink bucket filled with jack and coke doesn't sound appetizing without that bucket filled with ice too. Poison ice? No. But is it poison? That is the mystery. A lot of other backpackers and tourists are drinking mixed and frozen drinks; do they not know the fate and will they have horrendous nights ahead of them filled with illness? Are we the only crazy Americans walking around with liters of hand sanitizer and saying "water, no ice please?" We just don't know. So long story short, we did not get a bucket of alcohol sans ice. We settled for a large safe beer on the beach and watched a fire show.
We went home full of beer and noodles and slept well. I woke up with two ants on my arm and didn't care. I'm so backpacker-y and daring!
. . .
Alas, even in my early morning sleepiness I was quick to reach for my bedside hand sanitizer, though. Sigh.
We left our beautiful semi nude-beach on a ferry to Ko Phangan (pronounced Pan-yang, after MUCH difficulty). The ride was filled with sunburned backpackers and it was a short 30 minutes; You can see the island's mountains in the distance off of the coast of Ko Samui. And there were some serious mountains. We arrived and took a van to our bungalow on extremely hilly and windy roads;I really think at one point I could only see directly into the sky as our van was at a 90 degree angle up one mountainous road. We met some Irish guys on our van ride who just got off the ferry and found a woman with a pamphlet in broken English for a hostel and were on their way there. Just listening to their trip (no planned hostels, no planned stays, missed airplanes, etc.) made me break out into a type-A sweat. When talking about their lack of planning, they asked, "What, you guys have your whole trip planned out already? Even the hostels?" I cooly replied that we still didn't have the hotel for the last night in Bangkok; I thought that maybe one fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants night might make us a little cooler. Wrong. They got off at their run-down hostel with their tiny bags that probaly contained two pairs of dirty underwear and a 6-pack of Guiness and waved goodbye to the neuroticly prepared American girls and we were on our way.
Our Bungalow was at the Cocohut Village, which is in Haad Rin, the southernmost peninsula on Koh Phangan, where the infamous Full Moon Party is. We were on the western/sunset side - Haad Rin Nok - and the party beach on the eastern/sunrise side of the peninsula - Had Rin Nai, was a 5 minute walk away. Our bungalow was one of the mountainside villas and you had to trek up quite a number of stairs to get there. Getting up there in our backpacks in the scorching heat we were nothing short of winded (too many Nutella pancakes? Maybe.) Cocohut Village was much larger than Promtsuk Buri on Samui - and it had an infiniti pool that overlooked Leela Beach and the ocean. We took a lounge chair and looked out at Ko Samui and I finished my book while the sun set. We trekked up, winded again, to shower for dinner.
We were greeted by a billion huge red ants. Surprise - the mountain bungalows come with holes in their walls! We learned quickly to walk around in flip flops and step on as many as possible. Probably not the Buddhist way, but it's the American way and old habits die hard. We went to Haad Rin Nai for dinner and found that all the open-air restaurants that boast Thai, "western," and Israeli food play movies all night so you don't have to talk to your miserable travel partner or even worse, your life partner at the table; you can watch a movie and enjoy your Pad Thai and Chang Beer in peace. You're probably wondering about the Israeli part - I was. Cocohut should be renamed Little Israel. I thought it was a fluke at our place but when we ventured into town we soon realized that Koh Phangan is to Israelis as Cancun is to Americans. We ate a meal of sweet and spicy shrimp while watching a movie for 6 bucks. Afterwards we walked around to find something to do and saw buckets - legitimate buckets that you used to build sandcastles in (you know, the kind that are bright blue or red and have a yellow handle) - with a bottle of alcohol and a can of soda being sold as a package for the equivalent of 2 US dollars. This sounds great but remember it is 90 degrees with 100% humidity. And this brings me to the dilemma that we've been having since we left sanitary Singapore: to ice or not to ice? A mixed drink bucket filled with jack and coke doesn't sound appetizing without that bucket filled with ice too. Poison ice? No. But is it poison? That is the mystery. A lot of other backpackers and tourists are drinking mixed and frozen drinks; do they not know the fate and will they have horrendous nights ahead of them filled with illness? Are we the only crazy Americans walking around with liters of hand sanitizer and saying "water, no ice please?" We just don't know. So long story short, we did not get a bucket of alcohol sans ice. We settled for a large safe beer on the beach and watched a fire show.
We went home full of beer and noodles and slept well. I woke up with two ants on my arm and didn't care. I'm so backpacker-y and daring!
. . .
Alas, even in my early morning sleepiness I was quick to reach for my bedside hand sanitizer, though. Sigh.
Monday, July 27, 2009
A Bee-you-tee-ful Day at the National Park
Ko Samui Day 3
Our trek set up for today was to Angthong National Marine Park. It was still cloudy in the morning but on the ferry ride to the marine park, the sun finally humored us and decided to show up. Damn lazy bastard. The park is northwest of Ko Samui and we booked a full day tour out there. Sure, why not? Not like we had any other responsibilities like you folks at home reading my blog probably do. Zing!
The boat came up to a bunch of mountains posing as islands in the middle of nowhere. As we got closer, we saw that most had a tiny strip of beach at the bottom of the mountainous island. As we pulled up in our ferry, I couldn't get over the beautiful scene ahead of me. It was amazing - and we were about to go there. Better yet, kayak there. We stopped offshore and went below to get into a kayak to get to shore. Shannon and I got a 2 person kayak and followed a guide along the coast of Ko Mae Ko, or the mother island among the 50-60 islands that make up the marine park. We followed the leader under an "awning" of rock in the water, so that we were almost in a cave. If we looked up, we saw the rock directly above us and if we looked out, we saw more islands and clear bright blue water. We kayaked around the island and got off at one of the tiny beaches. We then hiked in a bathing suit and trekking sandals/sneakers (beautiful sight, lemme tell ya) for about an hour to see an interior lake-like pool encircled by plam trees and rock formations. At the top of the hike you could look out and see other islands. The bright emerald inlet looked like something painted on the world canvas, and you know what - come to think of it it might well have been since we didn't actually go down and stick our fingers into the water to test it out. It was that perfect.
We hiked down, still looking styling in our suits and sneakers and sweating a tad (read: dripping with sweat) to take a long-tail boat back to the ferry for a Thai food feast.
After inhaling rice, curried beef, sweet and sour veggies, some pineapple and orange juice -- actually it was 10% orange juice and 90% idunno -- we headed off to another island: Wua Talap, or "sleeping cow." They tried to explain why it is called that and I really did listen but I still can't tell ya. This was another white sand beach at the bottom of a larger rocky mountain covered in palm trees and lush vegetation. If someone told me that we were going to a more beautiful island than the one I had just been on, I would have said it was impossible. But it was. This island was indescribable. When I post pictures, you'll see what I mean. And that is really the only way to understand what this looked like. It was I imagine heaven to be, if I weren't a Jew.
We took a long-tail boat to the island and were given the option to hike or snorkel. I pushed Shannon to hike. They boasted an amazing view at the top of that large mountain and I wanted to see it. They told us it was a hard hike. THAT, my friends, was the understatement of the century. Shannon, if you are reading this, I am sorry again. Clad in our bikinis and hiking sandals again, we started on what would be almost a 2 hour climb up and down. It was extremely steep and the entire path had a rope to hold onto as you climbed up the mountain. We held on the entire way.
So Thailand is hot, right? Try climbing a 500 meter hike on an island in Thailand. I tried to grip the rope but my sweat and sunscreen (SPF 8000) made it difficult. I was sweating everything in my body out onto the rocks. I have never been so slippery, sweaty and slimey. Throughout the hike, I'd look back at Shannon and I'd get a "uufhhhggghhh" as she looked up at me sweating through her hiking shoes. I thought we'd never make it, but we did. At the top it was all burning hot rocks because there were no trees to shade them from the sun. So I carefully moved on the rocks and stood up to take in the panoramic view. It was the higest point at the national park; you could see all the islands and the water and the teeny tiny ferry that brought us out there at the bottom of the island I was standing on top of. I was drenched in sweat, exhausted, dehydrated and up there, I didn't care. Again, my pictures will have to do the talking. I'll just say that if I had a pocket, and wouldn't have ruined it with my obscene amount of perspiration, I would have brought my dad's picture up there.
I got down faster than I got up there but it was actually more difficult. I think I was just thinking about the bottle of water and cool blue ocean at the bottom calling my name. I came out of the vegetation, ran right by our guide saying "Oh! So you did the hike?" and directly into the ocean.
Ahhhhhhhh.
From the water, I looked up at the top of the mountain that I had just climbed and again, couldn't believe where I was. It was so beautiful. That word doesn't do that island justice.
Oh yea, and seven hours later, Shannon emerged from the hike and didn't talk to me ever again. Not really - but she did take a while longer and ran directly into the water too. I know the tour guide must have been laughing at the silly Americans. He was most likely wearing a wool sweater and not a bead of sweat was to be seen on his brow.
We swam around for a while and then got onto the ferry to head back to Ko Samui. I sat with my feet hanging off the boat, watching the islands go by and reading my book.
We got back to Samui and our pictures that they had snapped of us at 8am as we boarded the ferry were waiting for us, on plates. Yes, on plates. That is what they do here. They corner you as you climb onto ferries, board buses or basically look like shit at any point in the morning and then take the day to plaster it onto a plate in the hopes that you'll buy it and remember your trip every time you eat your macaroni. I always try to hide or look like I'm sleep-walking when they snap them. Shannon does a good job at it too. Come to think of it, most of the people look like they are sleepwalking or in a semiconscious state on those plates. I looked at mine and my eyes were closed, but of course. It was a tough decision but I decided to pass on the plate; I think I could remember that island without it.
The ride back was hard to stay awake for, but I tried. As I said, I love the rides through the sleepy towns that no one takes tours through or the time to see. I dozed off and woke up and realized that the sun has a funny habit of shedding its light on different places in the same manner all over the world. I was sleepy and when I looked at the light on the dirt road, I could have been on the New Jersey Turnpike or 101 on the coast of California. The sun shines down on the earth and if you squint your eyes it brings you back to wherever you've been or know well. However, I was on a dirt road with thatched stilted houses on each side. Children were throwing a ball at each other on one side and a woman was selling dried meat on the other. The sun spills on the world in the same manner and it almost feels like home when you see it at certain times of the day.
Today was one of the most beautiful places I've been. When I went to the Asian Civilizations Museum in Singapore there was an exhibit by a photographer there - Steve McCurry. You have seen his picture of the Afghan girl, I'm sure. There was also a contest that he set up where people sent in pictures from all over the world. They tried to capture everyday moments and people the way he does. As I looked at those pictures that were sent in by thousands of people around the world, I was overwhelmed by the beauty that is in every day life and that others are able to see. I also was overwhelmed by my desire to see it all. I stood looking at the pictures and cried. It was a good cry (and one that was hidden from the other people at the exhibit, clearly. When did I become semi-emotional?). It was an alive cry. There are so many beautiful things to try and see. Why do we need jobs again? Damn responsibilities. Those islands today are yet another time when I had the chance to experience how beauty can overwhelm (or underwhelm, as mine did at 8am as evidenced by my face on the plate). This time when I looked at the clear blue water or saw the sun from the top of a mountain on an island I didn't cry, though. Geez.
We got back to our bungalow and it was starting to get dark. I showered outside looking up at the greying sky and it started to rain. I showered in the rain and it was fantastic.
Our trek set up for today was to Angthong National Marine Park. It was still cloudy in the morning but on the ferry ride to the marine park, the sun finally humored us and decided to show up. Damn lazy bastard. The park is northwest of Ko Samui and we booked a full day tour out there. Sure, why not? Not like we had any other responsibilities like you folks at home reading my blog probably do. Zing!
The boat came up to a bunch of mountains posing as islands in the middle of nowhere. As we got closer, we saw that most had a tiny strip of beach at the bottom of the mountainous island. As we pulled up in our ferry, I couldn't get over the beautiful scene ahead of me. It was amazing - and we were about to go there. Better yet, kayak there. We stopped offshore and went below to get into a kayak to get to shore. Shannon and I got a 2 person kayak and followed a guide along the coast of Ko Mae Ko, or the mother island among the 50-60 islands that make up the marine park. We followed the leader under an "awning" of rock in the water, so that we were almost in a cave. If we looked up, we saw the rock directly above us and if we looked out, we saw more islands and clear bright blue water. We kayaked around the island and got off at one of the tiny beaches. We then hiked in a bathing suit and trekking sandals/sneakers (beautiful sight, lemme tell ya) for about an hour to see an interior lake-like pool encircled by plam trees and rock formations. At the top of the hike you could look out and see other islands. The bright emerald inlet looked like something painted on the world canvas, and you know what - come to think of it it might well have been since we didn't actually go down and stick our fingers into the water to test it out. It was that perfect.
We hiked down, still looking styling in our suits and sneakers and sweating a tad (read: dripping with sweat) to take a long-tail boat back to the ferry for a Thai food feast.
After inhaling rice, curried beef, sweet and sour veggies, some pineapple and orange juice -- actually it was 10% orange juice and 90% idunno -- we headed off to another island: Wua Talap, or "sleeping cow." They tried to explain why it is called that and I really did listen but I still can't tell ya. This was another white sand beach at the bottom of a larger rocky mountain covered in palm trees and lush vegetation. If someone told me that we were going to a more beautiful island than the one I had just been on, I would have said it was impossible. But it was. This island was indescribable. When I post pictures, you'll see what I mean. And that is really the only way to understand what this looked like. It was I imagine heaven to be, if I weren't a Jew.
We took a long-tail boat to the island and were given the option to hike or snorkel. I pushed Shannon to hike. They boasted an amazing view at the top of that large mountain and I wanted to see it. They told us it was a hard hike. THAT, my friends, was the understatement of the century. Shannon, if you are reading this, I am sorry again. Clad in our bikinis and hiking sandals again, we started on what would be almost a 2 hour climb up and down. It was extremely steep and the entire path had a rope to hold onto as you climbed up the mountain. We held on the entire way.
So Thailand is hot, right? Try climbing a 500 meter hike on an island in Thailand. I tried to grip the rope but my sweat and sunscreen (SPF 8000) made it difficult. I was sweating everything in my body out onto the rocks. I have never been so slippery, sweaty and slimey. Throughout the hike, I'd look back at Shannon and I'd get a "uufhhhggghhh" as she looked up at me sweating through her hiking shoes. I thought we'd never make it, but we did. At the top it was all burning hot rocks because there were no trees to shade them from the sun. So I carefully moved on the rocks and stood up to take in the panoramic view. It was the higest point at the national park; you could see all the islands and the water and the teeny tiny ferry that brought us out there at the bottom of the island I was standing on top of. I was drenched in sweat, exhausted, dehydrated and up there, I didn't care. Again, my pictures will have to do the talking. I'll just say that if I had a pocket, and wouldn't have ruined it with my obscene amount of perspiration, I would have brought my dad's picture up there.
I got down faster than I got up there but it was actually more difficult. I think I was just thinking about the bottle of water and cool blue ocean at the bottom calling my name. I came out of the vegetation, ran right by our guide saying "Oh! So you did the hike?" and directly into the ocean.
Ahhhhhhhh.
From the water, I looked up at the top of the mountain that I had just climbed and again, couldn't believe where I was. It was so beautiful. That word doesn't do that island justice.
Oh yea, and seven hours later, Shannon emerged from the hike and didn't talk to me ever again. Not really - but she did take a while longer and ran directly into the water too. I know the tour guide must have been laughing at the silly Americans. He was most likely wearing a wool sweater and not a bead of sweat was to be seen on his brow.
We swam around for a while and then got onto the ferry to head back to Ko Samui. I sat with my feet hanging off the boat, watching the islands go by and reading my book.
We got back to Samui and our pictures that they had snapped of us at 8am as we boarded the ferry were waiting for us, on plates. Yes, on plates. That is what they do here. They corner you as you climb onto ferries, board buses or basically look like shit at any point in the morning and then take the day to plaster it onto a plate in the hopes that you'll buy it and remember your trip every time you eat your macaroni. I always try to hide or look like I'm sleep-walking when they snap them. Shannon does a good job at it too. Come to think of it, most of the people look like they are sleepwalking or in a semiconscious state on those plates. I looked at mine and my eyes were closed, but of course. It was a tough decision but I decided to pass on the plate; I think I could remember that island without it.
The ride back was hard to stay awake for, but I tried. As I said, I love the rides through the sleepy towns that no one takes tours through or the time to see. I dozed off and woke up and realized that the sun has a funny habit of shedding its light on different places in the same manner all over the world. I was sleepy and when I looked at the light on the dirt road, I could have been on the New Jersey Turnpike or 101 on the coast of California. The sun shines down on the earth and if you squint your eyes it brings you back to wherever you've been or know well. However, I was on a dirt road with thatched stilted houses on each side. Children were throwing a ball at each other on one side and a woman was selling dried meat on the other. The sun spills on the world in the same manner and it almost feels like home when you see it at certain times of the day.
Today was one of the most beautiful places I've been. When I went to the Asian Civilizations Museum in Singapore there was an exhibit by a photographer there - Steve McCurry. You have seen his picture of the Afghan girl, I'm sure. There was also a contest that he set up where people sent in pictures from all over the world. They tried to capture everyday moments and people the way he does. As I looked at those pictures that were sent in by thousands of people around the world, I was overwhelmed by the beauty that is in every day life and that others are able to see. I also was overwhelmed by my desire to see it all. I stood looking at the pictures and cried. It was a good cry (and one that was hidden from the other people at the exhibit, clearly. When did I become semi-emotional?). It was an alive cry. There are so many beautiful things to try and see. Why do we need jobs again? Damn responsibilities. Those islands today are yet another time when I had the chance to experience how beauty can overwhelm (or underwhelm, as mine did at 8am as evidenced by my face on the plate). This time when I looked at the clear blue water or saw the sun from the top of a mountain on an island I didn't cry, though. Geez.
We got back to our bungalow and it was starting to get dark. I showered outside looking up at the greying sky and it started to rain. I showered in the rain and it was fantastic.
Ooh la la
Ko Samui Day 2
So this morning was not the relaxing type of wake up when you're at the beach inThailand that we were hoping for. I looked at my watch and realized I didn't actually know how to set the alarm and we had two minutes to get ready to go on our trek for the day. Then we looked outside and saw that it was raining. We ran outside to our driver, rescheduled and then set up another trek that didn't require good weather.
We ate breakfast at our beach again and met a woman who has been there for five weeks with her husband. She's the director of an international school in Chang Mai. She said she and her husband moved there to retire and then got offered the job to run the school so they took it. How fantastic is that life? If there's something I've learned on this trip it's that there are a lot more people out there doing a lot more different things that I had imagined from my grey desk and my black desk chair in my grey office building in DC.
We sat on the beach for a while and then were picked up by a flatbed rickety truck for our elephant adventure we set up. We held on until our knuckes were white as we watched the villages and countryside fly by. I have to say, one of my favorite parts about traveling is being driven from one place to another. I know I wrote about it Bali too; it's great to see normal life in these areas. No hotels, hostels, restaurants or taxicabs. Just life.
So what we set up was an elephant trek ending at a waterfall. The rain stopped just in time to get on the big, hairy, smelly cute animal. Shannon and I sat on the top and the trainer sat on his big ol' head as we moved slowwwwwllyyyy through the rainforest. The trainer said three things the entire time we rode: 1. Oh my godddd 2. Oooh la la and 3. Hoooaaahhhh!! The first two were said at anything remotely pretty or interesting or any large insect (note that he did not move away from the large spiders in the webs but actually told the elephant to go closer so we could get a better look. We soon learned that the chairs on the elephant can swing all the way onto the other side off his back onto his flank as we scrambled to move as far away from the monsterous spiders as possible. Mister Ooh la la didn't bring us closer to any other spiders after that.
He then let me jump onto his head as the trainer to the ground to lead the elephant from there. Shannon preferred the seat at the top. Pansy. So I sat on the noggin' as he moved along through the rainforest. He blew his nose on me three times throughout the ride. I counted. He brought his nose up, and literately blew stuff out of it onto my arm. Not Ooh la la.
They then let us off at a waterfall that ended in a little pool. I immediately jumped (read: waded carefully) into the water so as to get the elephant boogies off my arm. It felt gooooood. This little 7 year old girl and I jumped off the rocks into the waterfall as soon as we figured out how deep it was.
I had a great time playing with the 7 year old but the time came to ride the truck of death back to our beach. We ate some fried noodles for lunch and slept on the beach the rest of the day.
So this morning was not the relaxing type of wake up when you're at the beach inThailand that we were hoping for. I looked at my watch and realized I didn't actually know how to set the alarm and we had two minutes to get ready to go on our trek for the day. Then we looked outside and saw that it was raining. We ran outside to our driver, rescheduled and then set up another trek that didn't require good weather.
We ate breakfast at our beach again and met a woman who has been there for five weeks with her husband. She's the director of an international school in Chang Mai. She said she and her husband moved there to retire and then got offered the job to run the school so they took it. How fantastic is that life? If there's something I've learned on this trip it's that there are a lot more people out there doing a lot more different things that I had imagined from my grey desk and my black desk chair in my grey office building in DC.
We sat on the beach for a while and then were picked up by a flatbed rickety truck for our elephant adventure we set up. We held on until our knuckes were white as we watched the villages and countryside fly by. I have to say, one of my favorite parts about traveling is being driven from one place to another. I know I wrote about it Bali too; it's great to see normal life in these areas. No hotels, hostels, restaurants or taxicabs. Just life.
So what we set up was an elephant trek ending at a waterfall. The rain stopped just in time to get on the big, hairy, smelly cute animal. Shannon and I sat on the top and the trainer sat on his big ol' head as we moved slowwwwwllyyyy through the rainforest. The trainer said three things the entire time we rode: 1. Oh my godddd 2. Oooh la la and 3. Hoooaaahhhh!! The first two were said at anything remotely pretty or interesting or any large insect (note that he did not move away from the large spiders in the webs but actually told the elephant to go closer so we could get a better look. We soon learned that the chairs on the elephant can swing all the way onto the other side off his back onto his flank as we scrambled to move as far away from the monsterous spiders as possible. Mister Ooh la la didn't bring us closer to any other spiders after that.
He then let me jump onto his head as the trainer to the ground to lead the elephant from there. Shannon preferred the seat at the top. Pansy. So I sat on the noggin' as he moved along through the rainforest. He blew his nose on me three times throughout the ride. I counted. He brought his nose up, and literately blew stuff out of it onto my arm. Not Ooh la la.
They then let us off at a waterfall that ended in a little pool. I immediately jumped (read: waded carefully) into the water so as to get the elephant boogies off my arm. It felt gooooood. This little 7 year old girl and I jumped off the rocks into the waterfall as soon as we figured out how deep it was.
I had a great time playing with the 7 year old but the time came to ride the truck of death back to our beach. We ate some fried noodles for lunch and slept on the beach the rest of the day.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Koh Hopping
Koh Samui Day 1
Late Thursday night, Shannon and I arrived in Koh Samui, Thailand. Koh means Island in Thai. It's on the eastern coast in the Gulf of Thailand. We booked a beach bungalow just south of all the loud partying in Chaweng near Lamai.
Our bungalo is small and perfect. It has the bathroom outside open to the air so you can shower and pee in the wilderness. Just as I'd always wanted! I imagine my dad staying here and have to laugh out loud.
Perfect minus the monstrous moth that was sitting above our door when we got back from dinner. We stood staring at it, staring back at each other and then staring at it again. It was SO SO big. I am not talking about a tiny moth. From afar it could be mistaken for a bird. So finally after some deliberation, I opened the door slowly and darted in. Shannon followed but did not have such a lucky dismount. She screamed, slipped in her wet flip flops and caught the edge of the door with her side. We clearly disturbed the tranquility that everyone else was enjoying up until our arrival. Shannon still has a nasty scab reminding her that moths are not just another harmless creature to not be feared.
Shannon's birthday was the next day and it was a bit overcast. We donned our bathing suits and set out to eat our free-with-reservation breakfast on the beach. We ate eggs, yogurt, museli and fruit. We then headed to the beach for the morning. I'll skip forward to lunch. Am I talking about food too much? Well that was about all we had to do betwee breakfast and lunch: decide what to eat next. We ate at another beach bar and I had Tom Yum soup (traditional spicy Thai dish) and ice cream (traditional fat American in Thailand dessert). We then swam over to a rocky area of the beach.
The beach. It is a little inlet surrounded by jungle and hills on each side. All the islands off of Thailand are igneous rocks and have a lot of large rocks on the shore yet smooth white sand for beach-goers to swim and stand on. Works out well for nature and us. It's beautiful. We climbed around and jumped off (first carefully checking how deep) into the clear, warm, smooth water.
We then ventured into a more rowdy area of the island - Chaweng. We walked around and saw full fledged pigs roasting and men cutting slabs of their hind legs off for tourists to gnaw on. When we had our fair share of that and "you are very pretty, can I kiss you?" and "where are you from pretty lady?" we decided on a beautiful spot on the beach for Shannon's birthday dinner. It was called Eat Sense and was reviewed by a bunch of white people. Sounds good to me. Wait, did I just write that? It's the same thing as looking to make sure white people are eating at food stands before you decide to eat there too, in other parts of Asia. I just decided to write it down and admit to it. I'm not ashamed. I didn't want any GI trouble this trip. I have already had enough hospital visits for a while.
They sang the Happy Birthday song to Shannon and it went a little something like this:
Waiter: what is her name?
Me: Shannon.
Waiter looks blank.
Me: S-H-A-N-N-O-N
Waiter: Okay.
Team of singers: Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear . . .
Me: --SHANNON!!!!!!
Team of singers: . . . Happy birthday to you!!!!!
It went over well.
We had a traditional cake. And by traditional I mean not traditional at all. It was fruit, waffles and some other nonsense on a plate and it was delish. We then went to a bar that had little couches and makeshift bungalos to sit at to drink and we chose a thick wide couch to sit and have Thai beer. Good end to a great day to celebrate a fantastic friend on a beautiful island.
Late Thursday night, Shannon and I arrived in Koh Samui, Thailand. Koh means Island in Thai. It's on the eastern coast in the Gulf of Thailand. We booked a beach bungalow just south of all the loud partying in Chaweng near Lamai.
Our bungalo is small and perfect. It has the bathroom outside open to the air so you can shower and pee in the wilderness. Just as I'd always wanted! I imagine my dad staying here and have to laugh out loud.
Perfect minus the monstrous moth that was sitting above our door when we got back from dinner. We stood staring at it, staring back at each other and then staring at it again. It was SO SO big. I am not talking about a tiny moth. From afar it could be mistaken for a bird. So finally after some deliberation, I opened the door slowly and darted in. Shannon followed but did not have such a lucky dismount. She screamed, slipped in her wet flip flops and caught the edge of the door with her side. We clearly disturbed the tranquility that everyone else was enjoying up until our arrival. Shannon still has a nasty scab reminding her that moths are not just another harmless creature to not be feared.
Shannon's birthday was the next day and it was a bit overcast. We donned our bathing suits and set out to eat our free-with-reservation breakfast on the beach. We ate eggs, yogurt, museli and fruit. We then headed to the beach for the morning. I'll skip forward to lunch. Am I talking about food too much? Well that was about all we had to do betwee breakfast and lunch: decide what to eat next. We ate at another beach bar and I had Tom Yum soup (traditional spicy Thai dish) and ice cream (traditional fat American in Thailand dessert). We then swam over to a rocky area of the beach.
The beach. It is a little inlet surrounded by jungle and hills on each side. All the islands off of Thailand are igneous rocks and have a lot of large rocks on the shore yet smooth white sand for beach-goers to swim and stand on. Works out well for nature and us. It's beautiful. We climbed around and jumped off (first carefully checking how deep) into the clear, warm, smooth water.
We then ventured into a more rowdy area of the island - Chaweng. We walked around and saw full fledged pigs roasting and men cutting slabs of their hind legs off for tourists to gnaw on. When we had our fair share of that and "you are very pretty, can I kiss you?" and "where are you from pretty lady?" we decided on a beautiful spot on the beach for Shannon's birthday dinner. It was called Eat Sense and was reviewed by a bunch of white people. Sounds good to me. Wait, did I just write that? It's the same thing as looking to make sure white people are eating at food stands before you decide to eat there too, in other parts of Asia. I just decided to write it down and admit to it. I'm not ashamed. I didn't want any GI trouble this trip. I have already had enough hospital visits for a while.
They sang the Happy Birthday song to Shannon and it went a little something like this:
Waiter: what is her name?
Me: Shannon.
Waiter looks blank.
Me: S-H-A-N-N-O-N
Waiter: Okay.
Team of singers: Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear . . .
Me: --SHANNON!!!!!!
Team of singers: . . . Happy birthday to you!!!!!
It went over well.
We had a traditional cake. And by traditional I mean not traditional at all. It was fruit, waffles and some other nonsense on a plate and it was delish. We then went to a bar that had little couches and makeshift bungalos to sit at to drink and we chose a thick wide couch to sit and have Thai beer. Good end to a great day to celebrate a fantastic friend on a beautiful island.
Shannon Has Arrived - Time to Say Goodbye
After much ado getting to my apartment, my friend Shannon has arrived in Singapore to continue my travels with me! I told her beforehand that she'd have trouble with the cab driver finding my apartment; cab drivers don't know where anything is in Singapore, and on top of it they can't understand my street name. I get in the cab. "13 Suffolk road please." "Huh?" "Suffolk Road please. Between KK Hospital and United Square off Thompson Road." "Fussolk?" I try phonetically speaking. "Suf-folk, not suf-fuk." Blank stare. "S-U-F-F-O-L-K. Just start driving and I'll tell you." 20 minutes later. "There! There! Turn there!" "Oooooh, Suffolk" Right.
Anywho, she arrived and slept a good 9 hours and we were off. She ate at one of the food courts for 5 bucks and tried her first Cendol. She was not a fan. I finished the rest of hers (sidenote, I'm writing from an internet cafe in Thailand and literately salivating at the thought of Cendol) and felt disgustingly but happily full the rest of the day. I took her on a Singapore duck tour. Cheesy? Yes. However, it's a quick view of the city and she had only a few days. It was ridiculously hot and the tour goes in the water and gets a pathetic attempt at a breeze, so it was worth it. We learned not much new about Singapore but got to see some sights. We then went to Chinatown. She bought a few things and we had sushi for dinner. I dragged her out to Raffles for a Singapore Sling after that and she was about falling asleep in her drink. Her jet lag brought us home (no need to be ashamed, Shannon. I was lagged for about a week!).
The next day we had an all-you-can-eat sushi buffet. Good idea beforehand, horrible stomach pains after. There was an interesting twist to this buffet. If you took the sushi off the conveyor belt and did not eat every dang crumb, they charged you for it. Needless to say, at the end, Shan and I ended up almost vomiting when we had to stick one last sushi roll in our mouths when we could no longer take any more. Kind of ruins the experience a tad when they're watching you like a hawk to see that you don't leave a speck of ginger on your plate.
We ventured to Arab street to wander around like fatties full of sushi until the time ticked 4pm and we had to hurry off to my final presentation at the hospital. We gave a presentation on depression and oncology. It's a topic that I am passionate about; clinicians continue to treat the body and not the head attached to the body. I did a lot of research and believe we gave a thoroughly convincing presentation on why it is so important to assess for, diagnose and treat depression in oncology patients. You can imagine how difficult it can be in this particular patient population because some of the somatic symptoms of cancer actually mimick depression. Nonetheless, it is so important to continue to work towards better ways to attack this issue.
After the presentation we geared up for dinner at Clarke Quay. Had some tapas to the tunes of some Singaporean men singing Spanish tunes. We walked around the Quay and found a bar called Forbidden (alluring, no?) and went in to find they had an ice bar inside. We squealed like little schoolgirls on Christmas and ran to put the coats the provide on and run in to do a shot of vodka on ice. It tasted gross but was one of the funniest few minutes watching us all slide around in our heels on the ice floor.
Wednesday (the long awaited ladies night) we had some spicy Indian food for breakfast (Shannon was not used to this to say the least) and went on the Singapore Flyer. Singapore likes to boast about a lot of things that are the biggest, first, tallest or fastest. The Flyer is the largest observation wheel in the world. It goes around for 37 minutes and you get to see an amazing view of Singapore. You can even see the Malaysian mountains to the north and Indonesian islands to the south. Call me a blubbering fool but I got a lil emotional on the wheel. I didn't shed a tear, because I'm no sissy, but I did get a chance to look at the country that I've so enjoyed the past seven weeks. I came down and in the spirit of lovin' on Singapore, we went to the Singapore National Museum. Now I love museums. What I love more are museums that give you those headphones that talk to you about the exhibits while you walk around. Lookin like a huge dork, we trodded around the museum for about 2.5 hours listening to a man with a cold (why didn't he postpone the taping a few days so that he was actually able to say "amazing" instead of "abazing?") talk about the history, food, fashion, film and photography of good ol' Singapore.
We went to Chijmes for dinner at a mediteranean restaurant before beginning ladies night one last time. It was outrageously crowded but luckily (embarassingly?) the guy at the door recognized me and pulled us in quickly. Shannon got to experience the bad 90s music, the Village People, 20 Sing free-flow drinks and the crowded bar filled with men looking for the women at the ladies night and the ladies avoiding the men looking for the women at ladies night. It was good.
Thursday was the dreaded 16th of July - the day I leave Singapore! I went to an interview at the hospital. Oh, I should explain - I decided not to take a job right now. Too many things going on at home and I will get a better springboard jump into nursing at Hopkins in Baltimore. I told them that I'd like to be officially interviewed so it's on record and I can apply in the future. I am happy with my decision and the contacts that I've made are happy that I'm looking to possibly come back in the future. I have my MSN/MPH to attain and when I'm done I'll probably be better suited to come back and work then anyway. So, I had my interview (which was filled with 20 minutes of side-bar conversations about rowdy patients from two of the interviewers. Guess they interview the way Americans grill - I mean interview new grads) and said my goodbyes one last time.
We made it to the plane in time this round and lifted out of Singapore. I cannot express in words how much this experience has give me. I have learned about myself and my goals in life, met amazingly interesting people, tasted rich foods, watched a sunrise in Bali, made connections with extremely ill patients, found a place I love and had a fantastic time.
Next stop: Thailand.
Anywho, she arrived and slept a good 9 hours and we were off. She ate at one of the food courts for 5 bucks and tried her first Cendol. She was not a fan. I finished the rest of hers (sidenote, I'm writing from an internet cafe in Thailand and literately salivating at the thought of Cendol) and felt disgustingly but happily full the rest of the day. I took her on a Singapore duck tour. Cheesy? Yes. However, it's a quick view of the city and she had only a few days. It was ridiculously hot and the tour goes in the water and gets a pathetic attempt at a breeze, so it was worth it. We learned not much new about Singapore but got to see some sights. We then went to Chinatown. She bought a few things and we had sushi for dinner. I dragged her out to Raffles for a Singapore Sling after that and she was about falling asleep in her drink. Her jet lag brought us home (no need to be ashamed, Shannon. I was lagged for about a week!).
The next day we had an all-you-can-eat sushi buffet. Good idea beforehand, horrible stomach pains after. There was an interesting twist to this buffet. If you took the sushi off the conveyor belt and did not eat every dang crumb, they charged you for it. Needless to say, at the end, Shan and I ended up almost vomiting when we had to stick one last sushi roll in our mouths when we could no longer take any more. Kind of ruins the experience a tad when they're watching you like a hawk to see that you don't leave a speck of ginger on your plate.
We ventured to Arab street to wander around like fatties full of sushi until the time ticked 4pm and we had to hurry off to my final presentation at the hospital. We gave a presentation on depression and oncology. It's a topic that I am passionate about; clinicians continue to treat the body and not the head attached to the body. I did a lot of research and believe we gave a thoroughly convincing presentation on why it is so important to assess for, diagnose and treat depression in oncology patients. You can imagine how difficult it can be in this particular patient population because some of the somatic symptoms of cancer actually mimick depression. Nonetheless, it is so important to continue to work towards better ways to attack this issue.
After the presentation we geared up for dinner at Clarke Quay. Had some tapas to the tunes of some Singaporean men singing Spanish tunes. We walked around the Quay and found a bar called Forbidden (alluring, no?) and went in to find they had an ice bar inside. We squealed like little schoolgirls on Christmas and ran to put the coats the provide on and run in to do a shot of vodka on ice. It tasted gross but was one of the funniest few minutes watching us all slide around in our heels on the ice floor.
Wednesday (the long awaited ladies night) we had some spicy Indian food for breakfast (Shannon was not used to this to say the least) and went on the Singapore Flyer. Singapore likes to boast about a lot of things that are the biggest, first, tallest or fastest. The Flyer is the largest observation wheel in the world. It goes around for 37 minutes and you get to see an amazing view of Singapore. You can even see the Malaysian mountains to the north and Indonesian islands to the south. Call me a blubbering fool but I got a lil emotional on the wheel. I didn't shed a tear, because I'm no sissy, but I did get a chance to look at the country that I've so enjoyed the past seven weeks. I came down and in the spirit of lovin' on Singapore, we went to the Singapore National Museum. Now I love museums. What I love more are museums that give you those headphones that talk to you about the exhibits while you walk around. Lookin like a huge dork, we trodded around the museum for about 2.5 hours listening to a man with a cold (why didn't he postpone the taping a few days so that he was actually able to say "amazing" instead of "abazing?") talk about the history, food, fashion, film and photography of good ol' Singapore.
We went to Chijmes for dinner at a mediteranean restaurant before beginning ladies night one last time. It was outrageously crowded but luckily (embarassingly?) the guy at the door recognized me and pulled us in quickly. Shannon got to experience the bad 90s music, the Village People, 20 Sing free-flow drinks and the crowded bar filled with men looking for the women at the ladies night and the ladies avoiding the men looking for the women at ladies night. It was good.
Thursday was the dreaded 16th of July - the day I leave Singapore! I went to an interview at the hospital. Oh, I should explain - I decided not to take a job right now. Too many things going on at home and I will get a better springboard jump into nursing at Hopkins in Baltimore. I told them that I'd like to be officially interviewed so it's on record and I can apply in the future. I am happy with my decision and the contacts that I've made are happy that I'm looking to possibly come back in the future. I have my MSN/MPH to attain and when I'm done I'll probably be better suited to come back and work then anyway. So, I had my interview (which was filled with 20 minutes of side-bar conversations about rowdy patients from two of the interviewers. Guess they interview the way Americans grill - I mean interview new grads) and said my goodbyes one last time.
We made it to the plane in time this round and lifted out of Singapore. I cannot express in words how much this experience has give me. I have learned about myself and my goals in life, met amazingly interesting people, tasted rich foods, watched a sunrise in Bali, made connections with extremely ill patients, found a place I love and had a fantastic time.
Next stop: Thailand.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Put'Em Up!
This is a daily occurrence that I have to document. Temperature 2x a day 7 days a week. No exceptions. Silly Singapore. . .don't they know that H1N1 now doesn't necessarily include a fever? Whatever makes them feel more comfortable that the Americans aren't bringing disease to their country. They even do this at bars; ID and temp check in one!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Big Animals and Big Decisions
So we have a mere four days left in Singapore and I'm getting really really sad. We had a great last weekend (it's Sunday morning so there's still some time left for more great weekending); we went out with the head of the Johns Hopkins International Medical Center (where I had my life talk - more to come on that below) on Friday night, relaxed by our pool on Saturday and had a lunchbreak of indian food and cendol totaling 5.00 (3.50 indian food lunch and 1.50 cendol). I'm gonna miss the amazingly tasty and cheap food.
We then went to the Night Safari at the Singapore Zoo. They open up the park from 7 to 12 and all the animals to view are nocturnal. We did some walks and then got on a tram ride that brings you around the entire park. During the first trail we did before the tram ride, we were inching along waiting to see what would be next and realized it was the cheetah. It was pacing back and forth right up against the window where we'd stand to watch. It had it's whole little world and decided to be right smack up against the glass. We were uncessecarily scared and asking each other "are you sure the glass is thick? Where does the cage end?" We couldn't walk right up to the glass because our stupid fear was paralyzing. I should probably jump back to the beginning of the trails when we were talking about how scared we were because we were basically walking along in the dark waiting to see creatures in the night (creatures that sometimes eat humans in the wild). So we're standing at a distance from the cheetah, but inching forward as we got more comfortable. Right then the cheetah lets out a terrifying roar . . . meow . . . growl? Whatever it was it made us both scream, drop our maps and run backwards up the trail. As we were slowing down we realized we were passing four year olds who were eagerly walking towards the cheetah cage. Ugh, beat by my wimpiness. We got the courage up to go closer to the cage when the little four year olds were closest. Hopefully the cheetah would get them if - and most likely when - it broke through the four inch thick glass (looking back, I know how ridiculous this was because we are in Singapore, a place that does not like to be on the news in regards to anything bad. SARS ruined Singapore in that respect. I doubt this country wants to be known for SARS and for the cheetah that got out of its cage to eat an American tourist. But this epiphany was in retrospect. At the time my mind was clouded by terror).
So we got on the tram after realizing the trails weren't the best place for big ol' sissies. We saw elephants, girrafes, rhinos, hippos, bears and a lot of other animals that I'd never heard of. I saw many otters, which made me happy because otters are some of my favorite animals. Silly, I know, but how could you not love an animal that floats in the water and eats its dinner off its belly simultaneously? Big thumbs up for the Night Safari - however - if you go, I suggest going on a weekday because Saturday night was mayhem with the strollers and crying children.
We then met up with some friends at Clarke Quay for drinks. I love the Quay area nightlife. It is open until about 5am and you can find a burger or Turkish ice cream until that hour as well.
So back to my life discussion with the head of JHIMC. I was telling him how sad I am to leave and he asked if I would like a job here. That made my head spin a bit but after some discussion, he said to talk with my nurse manager on Monday - tomorrow - and I am. I've loved every minute I've spent traveling and meeting people from all over the world. The two things that are pulling at me are my career path (In Baltimore I'd be working at the best oncology center in the nation. I also have my MSN/MPH to start in a year - and they only allow you to defer a year, max. In Singapore, the floor is definitely not equipped to handle a new graduate the way Baltimore is; Balitmore has a fantastic springboard program for new grads that lasts six months and I'd be trained very well.l) and my desire to have an adventure (I'd be able to travel all over Asia as it's so easy to do so from Singapore. I'd be able to live in a foreign country. I'd be able to meet all different types of people and nurse an international patient population). It's two things that are both important to me and I'm having a hard time deciding what is more important. I also have to take into consideration the fact that I'd be paid much less here in Singapore - but the cost of living is also less. Student loans. . . car payments. . . rent . . . furniture. . . family. . . so many things to consider when considering actually moving here for a year or so. I have to do just that, though. I have to consider it. I'm not going to say no right away because the attraction of just the idea is fantastic. I've been putting off my happiness for quite some time. When my dad got sick, I started taking pre-req's for nursing school while working full time. Then I was in nursing school. Then I graduated and I'm going to work and get my masters in Baltimore - a place I'd rather not live because I'll be happy afterwards. So many years of waiting to be where I want to be. It's hard waiting and finally I'm somwhere where I'm not waiting and I have this opportunity/idea dropped in my lap and I'm trying to prioritize and figure out what's best.
If it's one thing that my dad's illness, battle and journey taught me it's that you really don't know what is going to happen to you next and you should live your life the best and happiest way you can. It sounds cliche but something inside me changed and I think that it may take something drastic happening in your life to make you stop for a moment and stop worrying about the smaller things and open your eyes up to the big picture.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I have a call in to my family for some brainstorming, right now. That's all that it is - a brainstorm - but it might be more. . . ? I'll see how I feel after talking with my nurse manager tomorrow.
So today we are off to Arab street and Sentosa to the Underwater World (sea creatures).
I can't believe I leave in less than a week and start my second leg of this journey - Southern Thailand, Bangkok, Phnom Pehn and Siem Reap's Angkor Wat. I'm so sad to leave the fantastic people and country I've come to love but I'll first focus on the few days I have left and make them the best they can be.
We then went to the Night Safari at the Singapore Zoo. They open up the park from 7 to 12 and all the animals to view are nocturnal. We did some walks and then got on a tram ride that brings you around the entire park. During the first trail we did before the tram ride, we were inching along waiting to see what would be next and realized it was the cheetah. It was pacing back and forth right up against the window where we'd stand to watch. It had it's whole little world and decided to be right smack up against the glass. We were uncessecarily scared and asking each other "are you sure the glass is thick? Where does the cage end?" We couldn't walk right up to the glass because our stupid fear was paralyzing. I should probably jump back to the beginning of the trails when we were talking about how scared we were because we were basically walking along in the dark waiting to see creatures in the night (creatures that sometimes eat humans in the wild). So we're standing at a distance from the cheetah, but inching forward as we got more comfortable. Right then the cheetah lets out a terrifying roar . . . meow . . . growl? Whatever it was it made us both scream, drop our maps and run backwards up the trail. As we were slowing down we realized we were passing four year olds who were eagerly walking towards the cheetah cage. Ugh, beat by my wimpiness. We got the courage up to go closer to the cage when the little four year olds were closest. Hopefully the cheetah would get them if - and most likely when - it broke through the four inch thick glass (looking back, I know how ridiculous this was because we are in Singapore, a place that does not like to be on the news in regards to anything bad. SARS ruined Singapore in that respect. I doubt this country wants to be known for SARS and for the cheetah that got out of its cage to eat an American tourist. But this epiphany was in retrospect. At the time my mind was clouded by terror).
So we got on the tram after realizing the trails weren't the best place for big ol' sissies. We saw elephants, girrafes, rhinos, hippos, bears and a lot of other animals that I'd never heard of. I saw many otters, which made me happy because otters are some of my favorite animals. Silly, I know, but how could you not love an animal that floats in the water and eats its dinner off its belly simultaneously? Big thumbs up for the Night Safari - however - if you go, I suggest going on a weekday because Saturday night was mayhem with the strollers and crying children.
We then met up with some friends at Clarke Quay for drinks. I love the Quay area nightlife. It is open until about 5am and you can find a burger or Turkish ice cream until that hour as well.
So back to my life discussion with the head of JHIMC. I was telling him how sad I am to leave and he asked if I would like a job here. That made my head spin a bit but after some discussion, he said to talk with my nurse manager on Monday - tomorrow - and I am. I've loved every minute I've spent traveling and meeting people from all over the world. The two things that are pulling at me are my career path (In Baltimore I'd be working at the best oncology center in the nation. I also have my MSN/MPH to start in a year - and they only allow you to defer a year, max. In Singapore, the floor is definitely not equipped to handle a new graduate the way Baltimore is; Balitmore has a fantastic springboard program for new grads that lasts six months and I'd be trained very well.l) and my desire to have an adventure (I'd be able to travel all over Asia as it's so easy to do so from Singapore. I'd be able to live in a foreign country. I'd be able to meet all different types of people and nurse an international patient population). It's two things that are both important to me and I'm having a hard time deciding what is more important. I also have to take into consideration the fact that I'd be paid much less here in Singapore - but the cost of living is also less. Student loans. . . car payments. . . rent . . . furniture. . . family. . . so many things to consider when considering actually moving here for a year or so. I have to do just that, though. I have to consider it. I'm not going to say no right away because the attraction of just the idea is fantastic. I've been putting off my happiness for quite some time. When my dad got sick, I started taking pre-req's for nursing school while working full time. Then I was in nursing school. Then I graduated and I'm going to work and get my masters in Baltimore - a place I'd rather not live because I'll be happy afterwards. So many years of waiting to be where I want to be. It's hard waiting and finally I'm somwhere where I'm not waiting and I have this opportunity/idea dropped in my lap and I'm trying to prioritize and figure out what's best.
If it's one thing that my dad's illness, battle and journey taught me it's that you really don't know what is going to happen to you next and you should live your life the best and happiest way you can. It sounds cliche but something inside me changed and I think that it may take something drastic happening in your life to make you stop for a moment and stop worrying about the smaller things and open your eyes up to the big picture.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I have a call in to my family for some brainstorming, right now. That's all that it is - a brainstorm - but it might be more. . . ? I'll see how I feel after talking with my nurse manager tomorrow.
So today we are off to Arab street and Sentosa to the Underwater World (sea creatures).
I can't believe I leave in less than a week and start my second leg of this journey - Southern Thailand, Bangkok, Phnom Pehn and Siem Reap's Angkor Wat. I'm so sad to leave the fantastic people and country I've come to love but I'll first focus on the few days I have left and make them the best they can be.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Balinese adventures!
So I'm back from Bali - but not back at work today as I should be (spoiler alert). Today, instead, I went to work, not in scrubs and my stethescope to the 13th floor ward, but in pants and a tshirt to the 1st floor outpatient clinic.
Let me start from the beginning. . . and let me say how much I hate the phrase "let me start from the beginning." I digress. Friday morning before I went to work last week I started to feel strange, but thought, what the hey, I'll be fine! WRONG. Anywho, went on my merry way to work and started to feel dizzy and achey. Decided I probably shouldn't be breathing my dizziness onto all the immunocompromised patients so I decided to tell the nurses. So I'm Jewish and have a family that tends to - let's call it - worry a tad. When I told the nurses that I was feeling a bit sick, they flew into a frenzy that made my family look like a neglectful foster family; they made me see a doctor within two minutes. Keep in mind these are the docs that I work with on a daily basis as equals. Not too excited to rip my clothes off for them to poke and prod. Ya kinda lose your professional edge a wee bit with your pants down (so many jokes to insert there, so little time).
So I saw the doc and said I probably had the beginning of some type of viral or bacterial infection (I am not going into the details here to save my dignity) and to take antibiotics with me on my trip that I was leaving for that evening. He sent me home and I was happy to get a nap in before the plane ride.
I go home and start feeling the downward spiral. I get into bed and wake up drenched in sweat and take my fever and it's sky-high. I guess I must have spiked and broke within that one nap period. I thought it was a good thing - that it might be over. WRONG. I called the doc and he said to start the meds now and be careful on the trip. Okay.
We leave with "plenty" of time to make the plane and on the way there encountered some traffic. I wasn't even worried about the traffic; I was preoccupied with keeping my fever down enough so that Singapore didn't hang me when I came through the temperature guns at customs. We got to the airport at 7 and our plane took off at 7:25. Problem? Yes. We run into the check-in counter and they tell us that it's too late to check-in. I probably should have realized that I'm in Southeast Asia and not America when I start yelling at them that they should have told us that when we purchased the tickets. Not how you get people to pull strings for you here. I should have asked me that if he needed his shoes polished or a massage with a wink. I took the wrong road and he quickly said "if you are nasty I will not help you at all." That is when I stepped back and let Liz handle the rest because clearly she is Asian and clearly the man hated me. Luckily they decided to help Liz (and I just so happened to be tied to her) get there on time. They threw a 19 year old boy at us to literately run us through customs and through the whole airport to the correct terminal. He kept yelling at us "Are you okay? Can you run?" I would try to respond through gasps for air, "Yes! and aren't we already doing that?!" We got to the terminal and onto the plane by 7:24. Stupid Americans giving Americans a bad name. Late, lazy fatties. Woopsies.
We arrived to Bali on time with minimal turbulance. I was so worried about being quarrantined at the Denpasar airport overnight that I might have taken 12 fever reducers in the last half hour of the plane ride. Denpasar airport: not so much like Singapore airport. The temperature check was someone standing at a screen that allowed herds of people to cross at a time. Singapore they individually screen each person. I hid behind a fat temperate lady and was home-free.
Our cab driver was reliably waiting for us and when we got in the cab asked what I did. I said a nurse and he said he could tell. He said I had a "face and soul that was the opposite of harsh." Sweet interesting man.
Our hotel was beautiful. It was all outdoors. The main "lobby" was a marble area with statues and flowers and a waterfall. Each villa had its own porch and they all made a square that kept the quarters of the resort very private. The inside of the grounds had lush vegetation, statues, waterfalls and prayer areas. We looked down towards the water and saw a beautiful pool that edged up right next to a white sand beach and a clear blue ocean inlet. The most beautiful place I've ever seen. We went to bed in hopes that I'd feel better in the morning and looking forward to a beautiful day.
I woke up feeling surprisingly okay. We ate breakfast (for me, a grand mistake), which was complimentary at the little eating area that was open to the ocean. We then took a spot at two lounge chairs on the beach and read, slept, talked with the woman selling sarongs, slept, read, and just tried to listen and take in the beauty of the moment. It really was the most beautiful beach I'd ever been to. The water started high up against the resort. By 2pm it receeded so much that you could wade in the water up to your knees out to another piece of land that was higher - a sort of island - and sit out there and turn around at the resort in the distance. I sat there for a while watching little boys catch crabs in the shallow water. As I was sitting on the beach I closed my eyes to get a better earful of what I was hearing. I heard the sound of the wind whizzing through my ears like some sort of deep string instrument; the whipping back and forth of the nearby flag like light drums; the predictibly repetitive sound of a bird's call in the trees above my head like a low oboe; the leaves of the plam trees brushing together like the wires vibrating and bouncing together on a snare drum.
We had a tourguide come pick us up that afternoon to take us to two cultural statues and to Uluwatu temple, one of Bali's six directional temples. It is perched above a steep cliff towering 70 meters above the crashing Indian Ocean waves. There are headlands on either side so you can view it from afar and climb right up to the temple. We did both. I really can't say I've been to a more amazing spot. It's hard to put into words. The monkeys, though, I'll discuss. They are so cute and run the temple grounds. You cannot wear earrings or sunglasses or anything shiny because they are little kniving theives. I walked up and saw a monkey with some poor man's sungalsses immediately and my earrings flew off and into my backpack immediately. They meant biz-nass. Here's the little bastard with his newly aquired Oakleys:
Once you have nothing for them to steal they are pretty darn cute. They were playing and throwing themselves down a hill. Watching them roll and get back up and do it again reminded me of children playing in the snow on a snow day. I wanted to grab one and put it in my backpack, but alas, the fear of rabies or some other disease won out.
The view from the edge of the cliff (don't worry mom, not too close) was breathtaking. I sat there and watched the sun set on the ocean and definitely left a picture of my dad on the rocks there. It was strange to see the waves crashing so far away below and hearing them like they were right next to me. The light on the water turns it completely black right before it sets and it reminds me of onyx just before the world goes purple. There are so many amazing things to see if you watch them carefully. The change from day to night is so subtle yet one of the most beautiful sights and most of us ignore it every day. It was hard to ignore when it is the show you came to see, and it was quite a show. I'll let the pictures do the talking (and they come without sarcasm and attempts at humor):
So here is when the illness comes back into play. After climbing the stairs to the temple, I felt MUCH worse. I felt like someone was turning up the heat and it wasn't stopping. I took my temp in the car and it was higher that it had been since I left from S'pore: 39C. Shit. We had the man take us to the Bali International Medical Center Hospital. Boy was he confused and boy was I terrified of handing myself over to a hospital in Bali. But my nurse instincts kicked in and I knew that I wasn't getting any better and needed fluids and some tests run. Damn you T and B cells for not doing your job (I was going to erase that out of sheer embarassment of nerdiness but some of the nursing readers might actually get a chuckle. So either way, laugh with or at me for that one)!
Long long long story short, I was admitted for dehydration, fever, stomach issues (details spared) and observation (remember - I'm white with red hair so I require that at all times. I just call it staring but whatev). My fever was so intense that night I was waking up in sweats and I couldn't eat or drink anything. I am just so glad I had my head on my shoulders filled with 13 months of nursing education to keep me safe. I walked in knowing that I knew what they should do for me and I'd understand if something wasn't right and I could deny it. It actually was not a bad Hospital at all. We left at 8am and I felt much better. My fever had come down and I actually had blood pumping in my veins again (I was so dehydrated - nursing kids this is for you - they had to keep me on a loading drip all night instead of switching me to a maintenance). I had to post this picture for the memory (although I'd rather forget most of that experience); keep in mind it is not posted for how attractive my hair or outfit is. Yeesh.
That day I slept all morning and then went out to the beach and pool for the rest of the day. We went to see a Balinese dance show that night and I sipped some soup and nibbled at some rice while Liz ate a huge meal of fish (full body of course) and chicken (we swear it was frog but they said chicken). They definitely thought I was a picky rude American who didn't want their food. The music was actually horribly annoying and the traditional Balinese dancers were creepy. Theyir bulging eyes and jerky movements were anything but a dance to me. But hey, we saw it and it's a must-do in Bali. I think I could have showed them up on stage with my moves but I'd probably pass out from malnutrition at that point in time and then we'd be back at the hospital and I was pretty much done with the sightseeing from the hospital bed for that trip.
Sunday we arranged for a guide to pick us up to take us to Tanah Lot temple. The ride was really long and went through small towns on winding bumpy roads. It was great to see these villages and the tiered rice fields that I had read about. It is hard to imagine how farmland can be so beautiful, but beauty really does touch everything in Bali. The vision of the women in their sharply pointed straw hats bending over the watery tiers in large fields of rice is something just as beautiful as a temple on the cliffs of the ocean, which is just as beautiful as the women with skin dark and thick as leather selling petrol for motorcyclists on backroads out of used absolut vodka bottles.
I had read about temples before we left and I really felt that Uluwatu and Tanah Lot were two that I had to see. I could have seen hundreds more and I wanted to climb a mountain and volcano but time was short so I stuck to the two temples that I knew would be amazingly beautiful. Tanah Lot is a rock formation off the coast and a temple is built on that rock; A priest in the 15th century built the temple to worship the sea gods. There are seven temples on the Balinese coast built for the sea gods. At Tanah Lot you can wade out to the temple through the waves. Again, it was so fantastic to see in person after seeing it in pictures. We waded out to the temple with the help of some hindu volunteers. I clutched my camera until my little fingers were blue while splashing from the land to the temple. Again, I'll let the camera do the talking but it was really worth the 1.5 hour ride there from the hotel.
Remeber how people ask to take pictures of me. At Tanah Lot it was OUT OF CONTROL. Liz took about seven pictures of seven different people posing with me. One family took a picture - one by one - with just me. So that they'd each have their own, of course. We actually left because it was getting too bothersome. It aint easy bein beautiful, let me tell ya. Right. Or looking like some strange flame-haired fairytale to pose with and then take the picture to school and tell the other kids that they came across a freak of nature that weekend. Nevertheless, a funny story. I'll definitely post those pictures once Liz uploads them to her computer. Brace yourself for how many there are.
We left and headed to the airport. We got there in plenty of time this time around. Almost 2.5 hours to be exact. We got to the counter and after some time told us that Singapore might not let us back in because we hadn't bought our flight out of Singapore yet and we're not on a work visa because we are students. Basically Singapore doesn't like free-loaders. After much discussion, we signed a paper stating that the airline is not responsible for what happens to us when we get to Singapore. He told us we might be sent back to Bali. Big problem for me? No. Big problem for finishing nursing school? Yes. So we ran all over that dang airport trying to find a flipping payphone that would call Singapore. You'd think that would be easy. All the phones called UK, Canada and the US. No one needs to call Singapore?!?!! It's a damn country and no one ever needs to call? I was a bit peeved to say the least. Finally we got in touch with our Nurse manager, got the whole mess settled and made it back to Singapore in once piece.
And that was Bali. Which brings me back to my day today. I woke up still feeling strange and had to get another IV line put in and fluids for a few hours. You should have seen the faces of the nurses and the doc who happily sent me away to Bali to be hospitalized there. They were so concerned it was embarassing. I assured them I was fine and it was worth it to go and be sick than to not have gone at all.
Feeling better now and so happy to have been to the most undeniably beautiful place I've ever been. I definitely will be back.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The Village People are Still Sexy
This week I went out to eat a few times. Went to Mediterranean, Sushi and Hawker Stands. The ex-pat who took me out to these restaurants also took me to Clinic, a bar where you get your drink out of an IV drip bag and sit in wheelchairs. He thought it was fitting for a nurse in Singapore. I agree:
I'm becoming a pro at Hawker Stands, which means that I'm getting a bit too venturous with what I'll try to eat; I am not sure what kind of meat I had last night and I'm not afraid to admit that. The ex-pat may have been a bit grossed out by my meal but I am proud that I'm more of a local than he is!
We also went out for "ladies night," which is every Wednesday night in Singapore. Women get in to bars for free and drink for free. Recipe for a not-so-fun 12 hour shift the next day, you say? You are correct. I did get a chance to see a whole room of women and men not embarassed to dance to "YMCA". I don't think I've experienced such a scene outside of a Sweet 16, Bat Mitzvah or retirement party. Nor will I again, if I had to take a guess. Long story short the bar was crowded and sweaty, the band was fun, the drinks were free and the Australian accents were a-plenty. Thank Allah for making me a woman so that I am able to not pay for my drinks on Wednesday nights.
We leave for a shorter vacation from our longer current vacation tomorrow and I am finding it hard to write about anything else. The ex-pats we know here are going to a part on an American navy base. You have to bring your American passport to get in; it seems like it's going to be one big exclusive frat party thrown by the biggest frat boy on frat row: The United States of America. I won't be here though and I'm so dang excited! I'm celebrating the Independence of our great nation in Bali for four days. God bless America and cheap flights to Indonesia!! xo
I'm becoming a pro at Hawker Stands, which means that I'm getting a bit too venturous with what I'll try to eat; I am not sure what kind of meat I had last night and I'm not afraid to admit that. The ex-pat may have been a bit grossed out by my meal but I am proud that I'm more of a local than he is!
We also went out for "ladies night," which is every Wednesday night in Singapore. Women get in to bars for free and drink for free. Recipe for a not-so-fun 12 hour shift the next day, you say? You are correct. I did get a chance to see a whole room of women and men not embarassed to dance to "YMCA". I don't think I've experienced such a scene outside of a Sweet 16, Bat Mitzvah or retirement party. Nor will I again, if I had to take a guess. Long story short the bar was crowded and sweaty, the band was fun, the drinks were free and the Australian accents were a-plenty. Thank Allah for making me a woman so that I am able to not pay for my drinks on Wednesday nights.
We leave for a shorter vacation from our longer current vacation tomorrow and I am finding it hard to write about anything else. The ex-pats we know here are going to a part on an American navy base. You have to bring your American passport to get in; it seems like it's going to be one big exclusive frat party thrown by the biggest frat boy on frat row: The United States of America. I won't be here though and I'm so dang excited! I'm celebrating the Independence of our great nation in Bali for four days. God bless America and cheap flights to Indonesia!! xo
Tony Danza, please come out from hiding
I am waiting for Tony Danza (or some Z list celebrity who now is the host of a reality show) to jump out from behind a tree and say "surprise, you're on a reality tv show where we push people's limits!!" I am in Singapore in July and our "aircon" just broke. True story.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Escalator Escapades
The escalators in Singapore run at 299,792,458 meters per second, or in layman's terms, the speed of light. Each time when I step on, I look like an agoraphobe stepping out of my house for the first time in twelve years pushing myself to agonizingly get on an escalator to venture into the world.
I stand there and put my foot out, whip it back, put my foot out, start sweating, take it back, finally take a deep breath and jump on in the hopes that I make it onto a step.
I ride with my cheeks and hair flying back while holding onto the side rail as my feet struggle to stay on the step. My fingers dig into the plastic of the rail and slowly slide back with the air current.
Then comes the getting off.
I brace myself to jump and make the leap and my entire body grinds to an abrupt halt and I have to hold tightly onto my clothing, so as to not let it fly off in the speed of the moment.
I think it may be possible that the sole thing I look forward to getting back to in the States are escalators that you can mindlessly step on and off of without fear of public humiliation, emotional distress and bodily injury.
Sunny with a Chance of Monkey Ambush
Today we woke up early to go on the HSBC Tree-Top Hike with our Nursing Director, Beth. We had to get up early because there is no way we could hike any time after 11 here, as we would melt. The tree top hike is a hike at McRitchie Reservoir that allows you to hike across a bridge that is about 25 meters from the forest floor. It allows you to see the tops of the trees - a view the monkeys have every day (spoiler alert)! We started off at 0830 and were dripping by 0834. It was a fantatic view once you got up there. After the bridge, we decided to hike on to the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. Little did we know that would take longer than four hours.
We enjoyed our time, though, even though it was extremely hot and a hard hike. We saw a bunch of large monitor lizards . . . and monkeys. So we were searching for monkeys the entire time and hadn't seen any of them by 11. Finally, we saw a few. We managed to take a bunch of pictures of them being cute, grooming and lounging on the trees.
We then heard one monkey making the weirdest sound, right above us. I thought, "oh, I hope he's okay." Hmm. What I should have been thinking was "oh, I hope we are okay." We looked forward onto the trail ahead and saw roughly THIRTY (I know exaggeration is part of my personality but trust me, I am not embellishing at all this time) monkeys - coming towards us. If I wasn't writing my will in my head and deciding who - Liz or Beth - to throw in front of me and use as a shield when they attacked, I would have taken a picture. Sheer horror struck us all and we realized that we were about to be the victims of a monkey ambush. Damn my orange peels in my bag. We stood frozen in our tracks for a minute as they inched towards us.
Then our savior, Katut (pronounced Ka-toot), yelled from behind "naughty monkeys! naughty monkeys!" We turned to see a Singaporean carrying a bag of Durians (undoubtedly fresh from the tree tops) and a stick. He was waving the stick in the air. He told us to not make eye contact and to pick up sticks and wave them around. We did so and walked with him into the throng of naughty monkeys. Finally they backed off but watched us closely from the side of the road as we walked on. We were literately shaking in anticipation of a monkey flying into the air and onto our backs to grab our bags and throw our blackberries and water bottles onto the ground in frustration when they found no bananas. Luckily, we made it through the mad riot and safe to the other side of the trail.
We finished our hike around 1230 and our legs were undoubtedly jell-o. I lounged by the pool in the afternoon and read some NCLEX (nursing boards), dozed off and dreamed about the flying monkeys in the Wizard of Oz. I have no idea why they were plotting our deaths but I WILL find a cute friendly monkey by the end of this journey.
A special thank you shout-out to my main man, Katut for saving our lives. Off to Little India for dinner!
And note the price of our huge dinner for two: 6.90. Mmmmm. Tastes better when it's cheap.
The "real Singapore"
Last night after an all-day palliative care conference at the hospital (the previous day we spent at a hospice, so it was a nice wrap-up) our coworker, Sze Fui, and our clinical coordinator took us out for dinner in Geylang. Sze Fui is a native Singaporean and wanted to show us the non-touristy areas of Singapore. Yes, please. We took the MRT to Geylang and walked a few miles down a road filled with fruit stands on the sides. It was 8pm and everyone was out shopping. Sze Fui pointed out the local fuits and we got to taste a few. The Durian here is a fuit that is actually illegal on the MRT because it is so spikey and smelly. I swear that is why. Apparently it is a fruit that smells and tastes different to everyone; when you ask someone what it is like, they can't describe it and they either detest it or love it. I haven't tried it yet, but I've smelled it from a long way away and I'm not sure if I'm a lover or a hater yet. Locals go nuts for them, though. In fact, on our hike today there were Singaporeans throwing sticks at the trees in hopes that Durian would fall down (spikey fruit shooting down from the sky isn't my idea of a relaxing Sunday).
Geyland is actually known to be the red-light district in Singapore; prostitution is legalized here so Liz and I decided to make a few extra bucks and give it a whirl. I keed, I keed; we walked right on by with our Singaporean tour guide.
She brought us to the largest Hawker stand we've been to yet. I don't know if I've mentioned it but Hawker stands are the most exciting and cheapest places to eat. In the “olden” days, Singapore was full of push cart vendors, selling their tasty wares all over town. In recent years the govt has mandated that the hard-working purveyors should be grouped together into more modern food complexes, with cleanliness and hygiene controlled by strict regulations. They are marked with an A, B, C and so forth. It is so hot and exciting in the stands. We let Sze Fui order food including Sting ray, Rojak (fruit and vegetable dish), Satay, noodles and a sugar cane drink. You actually see them squeeze the canes to make the fresh drink with ice. You order at the stands - it is usually S$1.50 to S$3.00, which amounts to less than 1 American dollar for some things - and give them your table number and they bring it over when it's ready. I loved the Stingray and washed it all down with a Cendol (refer to previous post and newest obession). I can't believe the stands are open until 2am. This city never sleeps.
Glad we had a chance to see the surrounding neighborhoods where Sze Fui tells us that "real" Singapore lives.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)