Wednesday, July 2, 2008

What kind of street food are you up for?

A typical family meal in Bagan, Burma. Just plop down your two bucks and you'll get a little bit of everything.
All very tasty but don't ask to see the kitchen before you order. That's precisely what a German woman asked the waiter to see shortly after she sat down next to us with her husband. The waiter couldn't understand what she was asking for so she finally gave up. "I'm not eating, but my husband will. Just beer for me". The food came. She ate after careful inspection.


The French taught the Vietnamese how to bake bread and today in Vietnam, you can get the best French Bread in all of Asia. A beautiful thin crispy crust covering a soft, sweet, loaf. Excellent for sandwiches or just plain munching on.


You say you're up for an ice cream sandwich? Well, in Thailand you'll get just that. Ice cream wrapped with what else but bread. And even green bread (as pictured above) if you choose. Or you can opt for the usual "Wonder type" bread.

Chinatown in Bangkok is a place where you can get, among other things, practically anything you can eat (whether you wanted to eat it or not). Sauces and drinks are sold in little inflated plastic bags. Cheaper and easier to use than little plastic containers or cups I suppose but not any "greener" to use.
In the evening as the shops begin to close, food stalls and restaurants pour onto the streets.

Mm mm, Mm mm, Coconut. Really refreshing and only 20 Baht. That's about 60 cents.

You might not want Fluffy to see this one. We thought they were roast pigs, but on closer inspection, they turned out to be roast dogs.

Crickets and Grubs. No we didn't sample any.


Thais love deep-fried practically anything. Chicken is of course a favorite everywhere. This is a typical street vendor selling fried chicken. It's not usual to see chicken, or anything else for that matter, frying away in a vat of hot oil on the sidewalk. Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen but I guess no more dangerous than trying to cross the street in Hong Kong.

Marinated Stewed Pork Legs. As tasty as it sounds. Actually it's very good and you can find it in back alleys all over Thailand.

Here's a typical street stop in Rangoon. Just take a seat and point to whatever animal organ suits your fancy (all on skewers of course). Just warm it up in the vat of sauce and enjoy.


Pho on the street in Ho Chi Minh City. The secret is in the broth. If you're not up to snuff, you'll be laughed out of business on the streets of Saigon. About fifty cents a bowl but throw in the imperial rolls and a couple of beers and you're still only talking about five dollars or so, for two people.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Japan - Cherry Blossoms

We love to visit Japan any time of year. But our favorite time is mid-April, during the cherry blossom season. And there is no better place in the world to see spring unfold than in Kyoto. Kyoto is Japan’s cultural heart. With an astonishing 1600 Buddhist temples, 400 Shinto shrines, grand palaces, dozens of parks and gardens, Kyoto is one of the most culturally rich cities in the world. It houses some 20% of Japan’s National Treasures, with 17 of its ancient structures and gardens designated UNESCO World heritage Sites.
Because Kyoto was the only major city not bombed during the Second World War, it still holds the flavor of ancient Japan, with narrow stone streets winding through neighborhoods of small wooden houses, and all the old temples and shrines are intact. But in the spring, it is the gardens that everyone comes to experience, and people all over Japan become pervaded with “cherry blossom mania” and flock to Kyoto while the trees are in bloom. The city comes alive with color, white, pink, and red blooms seemingly everywhere your eye wanders. Many of the grander gardens have massive bamboo supports bracing the branches of very old and massive cherry trees.





Osaka castle

The best places we found to experience the cheery blossoms were, the gardens of the Imperial Place, Nijo Castle gardens, the Kinkakuji (Temple of the Golden Pavilion), and the Kiyomizudera Temple which is built on a steep hillside with wonderful views of the city. But you don’t have to visit the major sites to enjoy the beautiful spring blossoms. Many of the cities greatest aspects can be enjoyed by simply rambling through the back streets. Some of the tiny gardens of houses and small temples and neighborhood shrines are the most breathtaking.

The Great Buddha of Kamakura is a bronze statue of Amida Buddha that is located on the grounds of the Kotokuin Temple. With a height of 13.35 meters, it is the second largest Buddha statue in Japan. You can actually go inside of the Buddha through a side entrance and view the cavernous Buddha from within.
The statue was cast in 1252 and originally located inside a large temple hall. However, the temple buildings were washed away by a tsunami tidal wave in the end of the 15th century, and since then the Buddha stands in the open air.




Pachincko is still a very popular amusement for many Japanese in urban areas. It's not at all uncommon to see long queues forming just before opening times in the morning.




Kyoto, Japan time

*Memories: Ryokans, Sushi, Springtime

*Visits: Winter 1999, 2000, Spring 2003, 2005

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

"Procession"

Procession at Myinkaba Village

A "Procession" at Myinkaba Village just south of the walls of Old Bagan to mark the indoctrination of young boys into monks.

We just happened onto this celebration one morning as it snaked its way through the village, parading the young boys all dressed in the finest colorful silks, with faces fully made-up, including rouge on their lips. It was quite a spectacle with just about everyone in the village turning out to march or watch.



It was pretty much a family affair as Brothers and Sisters all marched alongside their young siblings as they made their way over the dusty dirt paths of the village towards the temple.


Only boys from the most well off families rode atop elephants. They were followed by boys on oxcarts and horses.


After the procession, the boy's heads were shaved by the elder monks. Family members collected all the shavings and what they did with them was a mystery to us. They were wrapped neatly in a large white piece of cloth and stacked-up on the inside of the temple.



Red cassocks were finally handed out to the boys towards the end of the ceremony.

I'm sure it was a day they will not soon forget. I know we will remember it vividly for a long time.



Bagan, Myanmar time



*Memories: The wonderful Burmese people

*Visits: February 2007

Procession at Myinkaba Village

Abu Simbel - A moving temple

We’ve traveled to destinations within Egypt on several occasions over the past decade, visiting Cairo, the Great Pyramids at Giza, the grand temples at Luxor and Memphis, the tombs in the Valley of the Kings (and yes, the Valley of the Queens), even scuba-dived at Sharm el Sheikh on the Red Sea. But no destination in our many trips to this desert country was more pleasurable than our excursion to what is undoubtedly the second greatest sight in all of Egypt, the temples at Abu Simbel.

Our journey began with a flight from Cairo to Aswan, the closest town to Abu Simbel. Aswan is a dream nestled beside the Nile, just below the site of the old British-built dam. Its inhabitances flow to the rhythms of the river: slow, graceful, and steady. Time gets all jumbled there, as it’s not uncommon to see someone using a cell phone while sailing a felucca.

The most wonderful experience we had in Aswan was sailing the Nile on a shallow-tailed felucca. These grand old sailing ships, large enough to carry a half-dozen passengers, gracefully glide on the river. There is nothing quite like holding the tiller while the breeze moves you over the water, noticing the movement of the palms, the children playing on the river’s edge, a flight of hoopoes.The first day we sailed in a felucca, our guide took us upstream, towards the dam, to a Nubian-speaking village. The houses were either pale yellow or brilliant blue; the eyes of the young men were alluringly black. Some doorways were carved with crocodiles at the foot, fish in the middle, and a man at the top. We followed the dirt pathways that snake through the houses and were invited to tea by a resident of the village. We were ushered into his comfortable hut, drank strong tea and smoked a water pipe while trying to communicate with our host, which turned out to be a difficult undertaking.


There are a number of temples and tombs in and around Aswan to explore, most notably, the temple at Philae. We took a boat out to this island and spent an interesting few hours admiring the stone monuments. The temple of Isis was by far the most interesting of the structures, but to be honest, we can’t remember much of what we saw there.



We took a 25-minute flight from Aswan, to visit the two temples at Abu Simbel. These structures, built in the 13th century BC, are situated in the middle of the desert on the western shore of lake Nasser, with virtually nothing else around them but sand and water for 300 kilometers. The temples are part of the UNESCO World Heritage Site known as the “Nubian Monuments” which include a number of less significant temples scattered down river from Abu Simbel to Aswan.


Upon first seeing the Temple of Re-Herakhte, we both experienced a sense of awe, gazing at the four colossal statues of Pharaoh Ramses II wearing the double crown, symbolizing upper and lower Egypt. They form the temple’s facade, two on each side of the temple’s entrance. At first we just couldn’t believe the shear size of the carved sandstone monuments. Each figure is 65 feet high and hewn from the cliff face. Between their massive legs are the smaller figures of members of the royal family. And between the two pairs of Ramses statues, in a niche above the temple entrance, is a falcon-headed sun god. The entire façade is 108 feet high and 125 wide

From the Hypostyle Hall, we entered a second, smaller pillared hall, which has four pillars decorated with beautiful scenes of offerings to the sun god. There are also depictions of Ramses and his queen, Nefertari. A remarkable thing about this temple, besides its shear size, are the hieroglyphics in the second Hall. Not only is the detail extraordinary, but the color is still vibrant, more so than any of the hieroglyphics we’ve seen in all of Egypt.

From the second hall, we entered into the back sanctuary. Here, on the black wall, are stone sculptures of four seated god figures: Ra Harakhti, the deified king Ramses, Amun Ra and Ptah. There was very little light in this back chamber, which gave it an eerie feeling. Twice a year, on October 22 and February 22, the first rays of the morning sun would shine down the entire length of the temple cave to illuminate the innermost shrine where the statues of the four gods are seated.



The most remarkable thing about both these temples is that they were originally built in a different location. After the Aswan High Dam was constructed across the Nile, the rising waters threatened to swallow these temples. But in the spring of 1965, workers injected the sandstone with synthetic resin and hand-sawed the entire complex into 1050 massive blocks. By the autumn of 1967, all the blocks were moved and reassembled at the current site -- 210 meters from the old site, and 61 meters higher. UNESCO funded the $42 million dollar project. The impeccable reconstruction and relocation of the temples is remarkable. You can look for the filled-in joints but can’t find them. Everything is as it was before, except that behind the mammoth facade, and holding the entire structure together, as a way to simulate the mountain it was carved into is a massive hollow dome. It is truly an engineering marvel, in addition to being an historical treasure. We were only at the temples for a few hours before the bus whisked us back to the airport for our flight back to Aswan, but those few hours were as mystical as any we’ve experienced on our travels.



Abu Simbel, Egypt time

*Memories: Felucca through the Cataracts, The road to Abu Simbel, Tea at Sunset

*Visits: Fall 1996, Winter 2000, Spring 2001

*Links: World Heritage

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Chinese New Year in Rangoon

Happy Chinese New Year (The Year of the Rat)

Chinatown Yangon (Rangoon) is the most congested area in the entire city. There is a sizable Chinese population there and during the Chinese Lunar New Year Celebration the scene is very festive and even more chaotic than usual.



Alan and I were both feeling rather poorly during the Chinese Lunar New Year celebration in Yangon last year (no doubt from something we ate). This is a short clip from a Lion Dance ceremony outside our hotel.
Lion dances are performed to bring good luck and to ward off evil spirits with the beginning of the Lunar New Year. Loud music, and firecrackers, with the lion's movements are used to scare away "evil spirts".





Rangoon, Myanmar time

**Memories: dysentery

**Visits: February 2007

**Links:
Chinese Horoscopes
Chinese Lion Dance (Wikipedia)