tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61132387280766768422024-03-13T14:50:40.400-07:00Sleepless in SingaporeJason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-30447224866892177292015-03-09T22:05:00.003-07:002019-05-01T09:42:25.785-07:00The Greatest Gift I Could Give My DaughterWow - I can't believe how overdue this post is. Sophia and I took this trip together in November of 2013. It's about time that I wrote about it!<br />
<br />
While in Singapore, I learned through friends about a wonderful organization, Caring for Cambodia (<a href="http://caringforcambodia.org/">caringforcambodia.org</a>). Our family had visited, and been keenly affected by, our trip to Cambodia in November of 2012. When I found out about the volunteer service trip for ages 9 and up with parents, I knew that Sophia and I needed to go.<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
So we headed into the unknown by meeting a diverse group of volunteers at the Changi (Singapore) airport for our trip to Siem Reap - our leader was actually a former expat now living in New Jersey who was travelling the entire way for this project. Caring for Cambodia now runs eight schools in Cambodia in conjunction with the government and has exceeded all goals - they are truly the blueprint for success in this still developing country. We didn't know exactly what we'd be doing when we arrived, but we were game for anything. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0m0FVkbMi4/VP5x2SbhDzI/AAAAAAAACQk/kSBlRwdJr_8/s1600/IMG_4369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0m0FVkbMi4/VP5x2SbhDzI/AAAAAAAACQk/kSBlRwdJr_8/s1600/IMG_4369.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
Turns out, we accomplished three major objectives in 3-4 days. The first morning, we helped serve breakfast at one of the schools. Sophia and her new friend Gavin were rockstars - I see future teen servers in them! <br />
<br />
During the next couple of days, we built (ground up, even sawed the wood!) new recycle bins, a long paver pathway in front of the classrooms, and most importantly, the foundation for a building that would house a counselor for the female population. It is so challenging to be a girl in school in Cambodia. The families routinely expect you to drop out and fill a traditional wife role, and there can be pressure to resort to prostitution to support the family. CFC is dedicated to changing this dynamic and we were proud to be part of it. As a mother to a young lady, I was particularly emotionally overwhelmed (nah that never happens to me...). Our kids were tireless workers - it was truly an inspiration to see them interact with the local children. When you witness this sort of thing, you realize that language is not a barrier. We are all the same, wanting and looking for similar things, albeit on different levels. But it is heartwarming and heartbreaking simultaneously to see the kids playing together happily...knowing that they are on different tracks due to the place of their birth.<br />
<br />
On our off day, we visited the famous Buddhist temple, Angkor Wat, (a second time for us, but it was fun with our new friends!) and had some lovely mother-daughter dinners in "downtown" Siem Reap. <br />
<br />
It was a once-in-a-lifetime trip and I hope my friends still back in Singapore would consider going! Please visit <a href="http://www.caringforcambodia.org/">www.caringforcambodia.org</a> for more information. It's called the MAD trip (Make a Difference).<br />
<br />
Please visit our destination page to see our other posts on our trips to Cambodia. We have a strong connection to this beautiful country and the kind people who've we met.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.com/p/posts-by.html">http://jason-ludt.blogspot.com/p/posts-by.html</a><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEYk0YXyNH0/VP5wu_bS-mI/AAAAAAAACPo/cLnJjnlAxOA/s1600/IMG_4334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEYk0YXyNH0/VP5wu_bS-mI/AAAAAAAACPo/cLnJjnlAxOA/s1600/IMG_4334.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Gavin serving breakfast</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJaJPh9EehI/VP5wzj2K1iI/AAAAAAAACPw/NIeSpQkTCFc/s1600/IMG_4333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJaJPh9EehI/VP5wzj2K1iI/AAAAAAAACPw/NIeSpQkTCFc/s1600/IMG_4333.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
This is how they cook! Pretty awesome fire pit.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0J0EIGHcF4/VP5xz0y93CI/AAAAAAAACP8/kdfQ6Kd_tvU/s1600/IMG_4335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0J0EIGHcF4/VP5xz0y93CI/AAAAAAAACP8/kdfQ6Kd_tvU/s1600/IMG_4335.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Sophia serving breakfast to the students.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oPCjVwRygg/VP5x0OY-AzI/AAAAAAAACQE/bVKA7vhQ3os/s1600/IMG_4336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oPCjVwRygg/VP5x0OY-AzI/AAAAAAAACQE/bVKA7vhQ3os/s1600/IMG_4336.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
They all gathered each morning for their National anthem. And if they weren't quiet enough, they did it again. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aiy0GCqVwPU/VP5xzVK_GYI/AAAAAAAACP4/9nUs_N6Qcps/s1600/IMG_4342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aiy0GCqVwPU/VP5xzVK_GYI/AAAAAAAACP4/9nUs_N6Qcps/s1600/IMG_4342.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The lovely countryside surrounding the school.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8htFCX15P0I/VP5x0acmpkI/AAAAAAAACQM/_gGQvJxIIY0/s1600/IMG_4346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8htFCX15P0I/VP5x0acmpkI/AAAAAAAACQM/_gGQvJxIIY0/s1600/IMG_4346.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
This little boy wanted Sophia to take his picture and show it to him..and he was sooooo proud!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4epxptx-0Y/VP5x1NIuCaI/AAAAAAAACQU/-uaqqCrXWH8/s1600/IMG_4349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4epxptx-0Y/VP5x1NIuCaI/AAAAAAAACQU/-uaqqCrXWH8/s1600/IMG_4349.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
My hard worker!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ay0xfraTouQ/VP5x2RaELVI/AAAAAAAACQg/rxF44sSjWuQ/s1600/IMG_4357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ay0xfraTouQ/VP5x2RaELVI/AAAAAAAACQg/rxF44sSjWuQ/s1600/IMG_4357.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
This took hours. For real.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWD5p0T5QnM/VP5x2RlOCYI/AAAAAAAACQo/LF6LE3ntyj0/s1600/IMG_4371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWD5p0T5QnM/VP5x2RlOCYI/AAAAAAAACQo/LF6LE3ntyj0/s1600/IMG_4371.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
No child labor laws today.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWOmfibr-4Y/VP5x4SPMELI/AAAAAAAACQ8/pX7QeffIL9s/s1600/IMG_4373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWOmfibr-4Y/VP5x4SPMELI/AAAAAAAACQ8/pX7QeffIL9s/s1600/IMG_4373.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Sarah - rock star and momma hen to all.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0dTGphR6mU/VP5x4-4xdtI/AAAAAAAACRA/dbA6sa3CoTE/s1600/IMG_4375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0dTGphR6mU/VP5x4-4xdtI/AAAAAAAACRA/dbA6sa3CoTE/s1600/IMG_4375.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I can't get enough of this little girl. They all wanted to help so much!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bP-6QGRYSuE/VP5x4RdVNVI/AAAAAAAACQ4/34fGKfDjqKE/s1600/IMG_4377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bP-6QGRYSuE/VP5x4RdVNVI/AAAAAAAACQ4/34fGKfDjqKE/s1600/IMG_4377.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLnmBFGUBAc/VP5x6j_comI/AAAAAAAACRU/ezBmE3Cew3U/s1600/IMG_4383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLnmBFGUBAc/VP5x6j_comI/AAAAAAAACRU/ezBmE3Cew3U/s1600/IMG_4383.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
That's a lot of rocks!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkNH6RVB3ms/VP5x6-jU8vI/AAAAAAAACRc/SgK8Yed5UCo/s1600/IMG_4384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkNH6RVB3ms/VP5x6-jU8vI/AAAAAAAACRc/SgK8Yed5UCo/s1600/IMG_4384.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UP-92FSp0WA/VP5x6l6g_zI/AAAAAAAACRQ/nuTST2KnKws/s1600/IMG_4390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UP-92FSp0WA/VP5x6l6g_zI/AAAAAAAACRQ/nuTST2KnKws/s1600/IMG_4390.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Long day!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASKu7__ItFA/VP5x74rfeRI/AAAAAAAACRo/AcBOEmT2zQw/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASKu7__ItFA/VP5x74rfeRI/AAAAAAAACRo/AcBOEmT2zQw/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Painted and ready to go!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gh6TbX2GeU/VP5x81fUHcI/AAAAAAAACRw/BNvO99bpIUo/s1600/IMG_4399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gh6TbX2GeU/VP5x81fUHcI/AAAAAAAACRw/BNvO99bpIUo/s1600/IMG_4399.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The girls' building started out smoothly...</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zncz1Eo-Dbg/VP5x9rq4a1I/AAAAAAAACR4/xkeemYsqong/s1600/IMG_4418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zncz1Eo-Dbg/VP5x9rq4a1I/AAAAAAAACR4/xkeemYsqong/s1600/IMG_4418.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
And then the STORM came!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIqVo7HgJh0/VP5x9rogtRI/AAAAAAAACR8/9dVoDDQU_04/s1600/IMG_4420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIqVo7HgJh0/VP5x9rogtRI/AAAAAAAACR8/9dVoDDQU_04/s1600/IMG_4420.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Keep on working!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3erAY0GwiU/VP5x-EwTHiI/AAAAAAAACSE/uabdUM500p0/s1600/IMG_4421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3erAY0GwiU/VP5x-EwTHiI/AAAAAAAACSE/uabdUM500p0/s1600/IMG_4421.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Progress!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJMXhFWo4UQ/VP5x_UC5nDI/AAAAAAAACSU/snYK25D-u_o/s1600/IMG_4438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJMXhFWo4UQ/VP5x_UC5nDI/AAAAAAAACSU/snYK25D-u_o/s1600/IMG_4438.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Time out for touring. I love this picture.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvnejzxbs0I/VP5x_FafAsI/AAAAAAAACSQ/JSIu9d4jm1Q/s1600/IMG_4443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvnejzxbs0I/VP5x_FafAsI/AAAAAAAACSQ/JSIu9d4jm1Q/s1600/IMG_4443.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o08ZIANZcE/VP5x_rYm4VI/AAAAAAAACSY/FeoRt6-tkuM/s1600/IMG_4445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o08ZIANZcE/VP5x_rYm4VI/AAAAAAAACSY/FeoRt6-tkuM/s1600/IMG_4445.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4s0mO_Dm7Q/VP5yAQr5o-I/AAAAAAAACSo/MNl8D3tMl-o/s1600/IMG_4447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4s0mO_Dm7Q/VP5yAQr5o-I/AAAAAAAACSo/MNl8D3tMl-o/s1600/IMG_4447.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPiaBpEKdY/VP5yBympnNI/AAAAAAAACS8/MYchvSiv2FA/s1600/IMG_4451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPiaBpEKdY/VP5yBympnNI/AAAAAAAACS8/MYchvSiv2FA/s1600/IMG_4451.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_56ib4ZVqw4/VP5yA5GqEHI/AAAAAAAACSs/vZsnu0a91Zc/s1600/IMG_4453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_56ib4ZVqw4/VP5yA5GqEHI/AAAAAAAACSs/vZsnu0a91Zc/s1600/IMG_4453.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBpkE8h_YJA/VP5yBz0BAKI/AAAAAAAACS4/oEqGfvkJaJ8/s1600/IMG_4456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBpkE8h_YJA/VP5yBz0BAKI/AAAAAAAACS4/oEqGfvkJaJ8/s1600/IMG_4456.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjHHOTBmPAU/VP5yCsCbYtI/AAAAAAAACTE/TrXen-8KbPM/s1600/IMG_4459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjHHOTBmPAU/VP5yCsCbYtI/AAAAAAAACTE/TrXen-8KbPM/s1600/IMG_4459.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Ta Prohm</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAHZ4NcnZE4/VP5yClhUSBI/AAAAAAAACTg/GDcido7BxTM/s1600/IMG_4461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAHZ4NcnZE4/VP5yClhUSBI/AAAAAAAACTg/GDcido7BxTM/s1600/IMG_4461.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Sophia and Rath, our favorite employee at Journey's Within Hotel. She was so happy we were able to take a taxi to come visit the hotel we stayed in previously. Such a sweet lady.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-83500343987121089482014-04-20T08:40:00.000-07:002014-04-20T08:40:06.162-07:00Settling in, in Selbyville<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wDCxUypU-o/U1E1QXpivKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/6UxWPNFXg9c/s1600/Moving+Truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wDCxUypU-o/U1E1QXpivKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/6UxWPNFXg9c/s1600/Moving+Truck.jpg" height="298" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Container arrived - darn it!</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
On the morning of Friday, April 11, the reality of our "official" return to the US fully set in as movers unpacked more than 200 boxes of furniture and other belongings from Singapore. <br />
<br />
We've actually been "home" for nearly a month and, while the combination of a late March snow storm and the arrival of our air shipment a few weeks back offered the first reality checks, something about Friday brought a blunt, abrupt closure to our adventure.<br />
<br />
<br />
Both Jennifer and I secretly wished our container had fallen overboard and was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean - we have no room for more furniture and kitchenware! But alas, a beautiful, bright orange container sat in front of our house at 9:00 AM Friday morning. Not even a scratch on the thing, so apparently it didn't even come close to toppling overboard!<br />
<br />
The moving crew was very friendly, very competent, and very careful not to damage anything. Again - I would have preferred a few dropped boxes of plates and glasses!! We don't have room for them either!<br />
<br />
As we talked with Ed and others from the moving company, the conversations eventually led to questions like "what took you to Singapore?", and "are you happy to be back in the US?" This second question was commonly asked by friends before we left Singapore as well as those we've seen since returning to the States. I've always responded by saying, "we're happy about seeing family and friends, but we really weren't in any hurry to leave Singapore". While this may sound like a completely noncommittal response, it's entirely true and accurate.<br />
<br />
Our two years in Singapore flew by quickly, but we did miss friends and family. It's been great to visit with so many people over the last few weeks, and we still have many more we hope to see very soon - so don't think we forgot about you! But aside from "people" in the US, none of us really felt the need to hurry back to our lives in the US - or to hurry <u><i>away</i></u> from anything in Singapore.<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XN2cVKhxYWM/U1E2OcIgjAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/gfIFyfZ7MXQ/s1600/Truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XN2cVKhxYWM/U1E2OcIgjAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/gfIFyfZ7MXQ/s1600/Truck.jpg" height="280" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Fully embracing our Southern Delaware Lifestyle</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Sure, I'll admit that I enjoy the convenience and freedom of having our own car now that we're back in the US <i>(and coincidentally, I LOVE my new truck)</i>, but a car was something we specifically decided to do without in Singapore. Likewise, some things are a little easier in the US, like shopping, quick trips to the grocery store, etc. - but some are actually more difficult because of the lack of public transportation, inefficiency, and the length of time it takes to get from place to place... in comparison to Singapore, anyway.<br />
<br />
And while we are enjoying getting settled back into life in the US, we also miss friends, neighbors, classmates, and co-workers from Singapore. I miss taking Jessie up and down four flights of stairs for her morning walk, and listening to the crazy birds in the rain forest adjacent to our condo. I miss the Uncles who drove the buses and taxis, always eager to share their political views or the latest Singapore gossip. I miss the sweet old Aunties who cleaned up after everyone at the hawker centers, and all the locals and expats alike that made Singapore...Singapore.<br />
<div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
I miss my daily commute on Singapore's amazing public transportation. I miss the often oppressively hot and humid weather. I miss the "greenness" of the city, the variety of plants, and the rare, but potential monkey encounter. I miss the FOOD - God, I miss the Char Kway Teow and Satay at East Coast Food Center, Chicken Rice from the Hawker Center in Holland Village, the Roquefort Burger from the Feed Lot in Tanglin, Din Tai Fung, and many others! How I managed to lose weight in Singapore vs. blowing up to 300 pounds is amazing.<br />
<br />
On Friday, as we opened the 200+ boxes of furniture, clothing, kitchenware, etc. we came across the many reminders of our experience in Singapore. Whether it be the multitude of Tiger Beer paraphernalia I've collected (<i>all of which Jennifer hates</i>), the elephant statues Sophia has collected from across Asia, or the "artifacts" Jennifer and I purchased in Singapore and other places we were fortunate enough to visit - the memories of our amazing experience all came back to life.<br />
<br /></div>
</div>
With that in mind, I put together another video that I think captures some of what we experienced over the last 12 months. (<i>Link to the original <a href="http://youtu.be/FG_RkUh2kl8">year 1 video is attached here</a></i>) It was truly a great experience and I hope you've enjoyed sharing it with us, and I surely expect that it will "be continued"...<br />
<br />
<a href="http://youtu.be/s4n7miP2iR0">Here's a quick view of our final year in Singapore</a>... the end of what was an amazing, endless summer. I hope you enjoy.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-56059041379356126442014-02-16T05:21:00.003-08:002014-02-16T06:17:28.003-08:00A Crazy Morning at Bukit Brown CemeteryComing off a late Saturday night dinner at <a href="http://www.kudeta.com/" target="_blank">Ku De Ta</a>, Jason and I were looking forward to crossing one more thing off the "bucket list" and meandering around some of the 200,000 graves of Bukit Brown Cemetery in central Singapore. Bukit Brown is the largest Chinese cemetery outside of China and takes up 213 lush acres and is a haven for nature lovers. Apparently, for stray dogs as well...<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQQCWZe5oOA/UwC3MLuIUBI/AAAAAAAACLk/-wEJsg022AI/s1600/Bukit+Brown+Roadway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQQCWZe5oOA/UwC3MLuIUBI/AAAAAAAACLk/-wEJsg022AI/s1600/Bukit+Brown+Roadway.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The path</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Jason and I arrived by taxi and began to search for our friends, the Wihmans, who were meeting us there with our children (sleepover the night before!). Having no idea where we were going, Jason and I headed down a path, thinking it would take us into the heart of the cemetery where we would eventually find our friends and family. Well, we certainly were WRONG. As we passed scores of graves, we thought we were headed in the right direction, until we passed a caretaker's abode and saw a pack of stray dogs ahead. Jason rightly became wary and we decided to turn around. Well wouldn't you know it, one of the dogs ran up and bit Jason on the back of his leg! It broke the skin, drew blood and all I can say is <em>thank God that rabies does not exist in Singapore</em>.<br />
<br />
A minute or so later, all six dogs chased and surrounded us. I have NEVER been scared of a dog in my life, and I admittedly was terrified. The dogs were different breeds and sizes (med-large and relatively stocky) but all shared the same vicious attitude. While they growled and barked incessantly, we just kept yelling at them and trying to back away. Eventually, they decided to back down and we hesitantly started back down the path. But the ringleader decided he wasn't done with us and ran right back for round two! At this point I had a huge stick in my hand and I was ready to use it. Once he realized that it was a losing situation, he finally retreated and we went on our way, bleeding and anxiety-ridden.<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTT7IGodriE/UwC1AGkVmCI/AAAAAAAACJk/27HRaJ8EW3I/s1600/IMG_5200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTT7IGodriE/UwC1AGkVmCI/AAAAAAAACJk/27HRaJ8EW3I/s1600/IMG_5200.JPG" height="200" width="150" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Just a flesh wound"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
As a huge dog-lover, it was extremely upsetting. And I hope I never have to feel that way again. But I have to admit, Jason went into full-on protector mode. Funny what adrenaline does to you - he was my hero! And thank goodness our kids were not there. Those dogs wouldn't have stood a chance with either of us.<br />
<br />
So eventually we found everyone and embarked on our walk around the dog-free main path of the cemetery. Opened in 1922 and closed in the 1970's, it is named for its first owner, George Henry Brown (Bukit means "hill" in Malay). It was passed into municipal hands in 1919 to be designated as a Chinese cemetery and by 1929 accounted for nearly 40% of all registered Chinese burials within municipal limits (<em>thanks Wikipedia</em>).<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5352GQja20/UwC1H9DHGJI/AAAAAAAACJ0/VZyAwn-Tmxk/s1600/IMG_5201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5352GQja20/UwC1H9DHGJI/AAAAAAAACJ0/VZyAwn-Tmxk/s1600/IMG_5201.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
The Chinese burial practices are very interesting. They believe that the next world (called the "Yang" world) is a continuation of this one (the "Yin world"), and try to provide their dead with things they will need. Ancient burials would include tangible items, but now offerings are made in the form of paper. Loved ones will burn paper money, cars, even paper mansions, believing they will be received on the other side. My friend, Liisa, took me to a store on Joo Chiat Road that makes and sells these paper offerings - you wouldn't believe the size of some of these items - dead people demand luxury!<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWZakwXTBTU/UwDGJRGhYUI/AAAAAAAACMA/2h8v1GSeI80/s1600/IMG_3661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWZakwXTBTU/UwDGJRGhYUI/AAAAAAAACMA/2h8v1GSeI80/s1600/IMG_3661.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A paper mansion!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox6mLTMK8J4/UwC1Mr6yPaI/AAAAAAAACKA/aH1xLKooP5w/s1600/IMG_5203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox6mLTMK8J4/UwC1Mr6yPaI/AAAAAAAACKA/aH1xLKooP5w/s1600/IMG_5203.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a><br />
Most Chinese graves are in the shape of an armchair, as it is thought to symbolize wealth, comfort and dignity. As would be expected, they come in various levels of opulence. As you can see in the pictures, some are rather plain, others have beautiful tiles and even Indian guards! (sadly, I guess they also believe their "servants" will be serving them in the Yang world as well...).<br />
<br />
Overall, it was a really interesting experience and I would love to go back by myself and just wander around looking at the details of the graves and the pictures and wonder who all these people were. Graveyards always bring a sense of mystery and wonder to me, and this one brought that feeling to a new level. <br />
<br />
Unfortunately, Singapore has limited space and the need to alleviate some traffic problems has prompted the government to put a huge highway through the cemetery. On the positive side, they are making the highway a "flyover" meaning it will be built above the ground, like a bridge. They made that decision in the wake of protests about disturbing the plant and animal nature of the vast land. Apparently, disturbing the graves is less important than disturbing the animals. About 4,000 graves must be exhumed and relocated. The families had a time period to schedule a private exhumation or to register for the mass exhumation.<br />
<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMXG9fuRMxs/UwC1zQcHwKI/AAAAAAAACK8/XqvCNQO7HyI/s1600/IMG_5213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMXG9fuRMxs/UwC1zQcHwKI/AAAAAAAACK8/XqvCNQO7HyI/s1600/IMG_5213.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Graves marked for exhumation</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Unclaimed graves will be exhumed, the contents cremated and if unclaimed after three years, will be disposed of at sea. There is a movement to prevent this from happening, but considering the exhumations have begun and the government historically does what they want - I don't believe it can be stopped. Cooper was very moved by this situation and appalled that this could be done to the families. For an 8 year-old, he has such a strong sense of humanity and right and wrong, and it is a joy to behold. Sometimes issues seem to weigh very heavily on his mind, but I still believe it is a very healthy attitude to have.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nedGiS8zQI/UwC1fHzl7bI/AAAAAAAACKc/r1qKK7s3IX0/s1600/IMG_5206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nedGiS8zQI/UwC1fHzl7bI/AAAAAAAACKc/r1qKK7s3IX0/s1600/IMG_5206.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love the decorative Peranakan tiles</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvySRHUSCHQ/UwC1YN3vVII/AAAAAAAACKQ/Lj2qx42sDu4/s1600/IMG_5207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvySRHUSCHQ/UwC1YN3vVII/AAAAAAAACKQ/Lj2qx42sDu4/s1600/IMG_5207.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Indian guards have cute little dogs at their feet!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Lastly, on our walk around the grounds, we encountered a fire! Singapore hasn't seen rain in over a MONTH and conditions are dry, dry, dry. It is a perfect storm for a large-scale fire, and this particular fire did not look to be contained. So Pete did his civic duty and called emergency services (995 here!) and we saw the police come then later heard what we think were (as Pete referred to them) the fire brigade. For some reason, Jason envisions show tunes and fancy costumes when he hears "fire brigade". I picture Joe Manganiello in Magic Mike (look it up, people).<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMm9xK0f7Uk/UwC1Y-LmV5I/AAAAAAAACKU/DIXafauIP-Q/s1600/IMG_5205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMm9xK0f7Uk/UwC1Y-LmV5I/AAAAAAAACKU/DIXafauIP-Q/s1600/IMG_5205.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fire!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6vOruRCrDU/UwC12BLy2DI/AAAAAAAACLE/pjTd_wy5fXU/s1600/firebrigade.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6vOruRCrDU/UwC12BLy2DI/AAAAAAAACLE/pjTd_wy5fXU/s1600/firebrigade.png" height="243" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jason's idea of a fire brigade<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MR_HWrNJgsg/UwC13T7bNsI/AAAAAAAACLM/cTfy8l052uM/s1600/magicmike.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MR_HWrNJgsg/UwC13T7bNsI/AAAAAAAACLM/cTfy8l052uM/s1600/magicmike.png" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My idea of a fire brigade</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
To sum it up, <strong>WHAT A STRANGE MORNING</strong>.<br />
<br />
If you'd like more information, read Liisa's blog post on Bukit Brown! <br />
<a href="http://www.intercontinentalgardener.com/2013/12/bukit-brown-erasing-singapores-heritage.html">http://www.intercontinentalgardener.com/2013/12/bukit-brown-erasing-singapores-heritage.html</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TsT5mI2FEo/UwC1LwIz7GI/AAAAAAAACKE/5RSIx3C24XA/s1600/IMG_5204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TsT5mI2FEo/UwC1LwIz7GI/AAAAAAAACKE/5RSIx3C24XA/s1600/IMG_5204.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAcl34Ao4H0/UwC3NA2Dv-I/AAAAAAAACLw/M5TLlkeSt08/s1600/Bukit+Brown+Lion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAcl34Ao4H0/UwC3NA2Dv-I/AAAAAAAACLw/M5TLlkeSt08/s1600/Bukit+Brown+Lion.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-13960419372062118042014-02-03T23:31:00.001-08:002014-02-03T23:48:53.058-08:00The Crazy Lady in the Taxi LineI lost it in public today. Really, really lost it. I was *that* woman. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSqWZqM6mCE/UvCXxJtt1ZI/AAAAAAAACJQ/5gQaY-KDqSM/s1600/mounte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSqWZqM6mCE/UvCXxJtt1ZI/AAAAAAAACJQ/5gQaY-KDqSM/s1600/mounte.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
It all started when I arrived at my physical therapy appointment two hours early. It was supposed to be at 1pm, I showed up at 11am. Mistakes like this are in no way abnormal for me, so I laughed it off and decided to run some errands. After finally getting around to canceling my yoga contract (boo!) and browsing the bookstore (a new Thai cookbook - yes!), I made my way to the Mount Elizabeth Medical Center to visit one of my best friends in the world, my orthopedic surgeon Dr. Raj. I am pretty sure he spends more time with me than his kids.<br />
<br />
So after 30 minutes with Dr. Raj, I was reeling from a BIG ASS injection in my knee, and having to hold a conversation that included the words "quality of life" and "possible knee replacement". Oddly enough, I was able to hold back the tears (a nice change of pace for my dear doctor) but was not in the best mental state when I limped out of his office. <br />
<br />
Although I usually take the bus home when I can, I thoroughly deserved a cab ride home today (Dr. Raj made me cancel my PT appointment). I was pleasantly surprised to see no one in the taxi line outside of the main entrance and hobbled to get in the (non)queue first. <br />
<br />
<strong>What happened next unglued me. It felt like an out-of-body experience.</strong> <br />
<br />
Three groups of people exited the hospital behind me, and instead of playing by the rules and getting behind me in the OFFICIAL line, just moseyed right up to the cabs to wait while the exiting customers paid. I couldn't stop the first two, but when the third group (a family of three, all adults) literally stood right next to me outside of the roped-off queue and started approaching the cab pulling up in front of me, I went berserk.<br />
<br />
<strong>BATS#%T CRAZY.</strong><br />
<br />
If you were there you would have observed a crazy-eyed, middle-aged lady in workout clothes YELLING somewhat incoherently, arms flailing and of course, limping slightly. I believe I said (screamed) things like, "I can't take you rude people another minute", "Don't they teach you manners in your country?" (they were not Singaporean) and a few other good ones that I either can't remember or I subconsciously don't want to. Oh yeah, at least two times I LOUDLY demanded to know, "What is wrong with you people???" In my attempt to get out of there as soon as possible, I practically tripped over my bag of books, somehow flung open the taxi door, hit it on my leg and slammed it shut as hard as I could.<br />
<br />
<strong>FOR THE RECORD, I AT LEAST ABSTAINED FROM FOUL LANGUAGE.</strong><br />
<br />
And then I had a wonderful cab driver, who talked it out with me and agreed that this is all too common, for foreigners and locals alike. He truly sympathized with me and we had a nice chat. <br />
<br />
Do not take this post as Singapore-bashing. For those who know me, you know that is the last thing I would do, and it irks me to no end when I hear other people doing it. I would take a lie detector test to prove that I have never had a day in two years that I didn't want to live here. And I'm dreading leaving in 37 days.<br />
<br />
Okay, writing this has raised my blood pressure again. Time to go youTube the puppy bowl or something. I guess I should just be hoping my meltdown doesn't end up on youTube.<br />
<br />
Until next time...<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-81401140819121938582014-01-26T19:34:00.000-08:002014-01-26T20:52:19.693-08:00Horoscope Shopping in the Year of the Horse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nbwrIBrb7g/UuXOw2BoBPI/AAAAAAAAA90/lHlLlu7v0bo/s1600/2014-year-of-the-horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nbwrIBrb7g/UuXOw2BoBPI/AAAAAAAAA90/lHlLlu7v0bo/s1600/2014-year-of-the-horse.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I don’t know about you, but whenever I am scheduled to go
away for a vacation, am planning an outdoor party, or have a tee time booked for
a round of golf, I do a little “weather shopping” in the days leading up to the
occasion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Weather Shopping?”, you ask…
come on, don’t pretend you don’t spend hours searching multiple weather
forecast sites, looking for one that convinces you the weather will be just as
you want it on the day of your event.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
<br />
<a href="http://Weather.com/">Weather.com</a> predicts 60% chance of rain….well, then I’ll go check
<a href="http://weatherunderground.com/">weatherunderground.com</a> which predicts only 20% of rain, isolated thunderstorms,
and just a light breeze – yeah that sounds much better.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In similar fashion, I’ve recently found myself “horoscope
shopping”, trying to find the most positive – or in my case this year, the least
damning predictions for the approaching Chinese New Year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Singapore, Chinese New Year and the festivities
surrounding it are a big deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(<i><a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.in/2013/02/goodbye-dragonhello-snake.html">read last year’s post for some observations</a></i>).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
while there are numerous traditions bringing families together, and rituals to
welcome good luck – there are also warnings for danger in the new year.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtSPktCCsqU/UuXS0lOQ8-I/AAAAAAAAA-I/qe_FsPz-UDo/s1600/Singapore+Chinatown+-+Horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtSPktCCsqU/UuXS0lOQ8-I/AAAAAAAAA-I/qe_FsPz-UDo/s1600/Singapore+Chinatown+-+Horse.jpg" height="247" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Chinatown in Singapore</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This year, Chinese New Year comes on January 31, and
welcomes the Year of the Horse!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Depending on which Chinese Astrology web site you consult, you’ll likely
read that the horse symbolizes everything from graciousness, dignity, and
momentum – to energy, self-improvement, and intelligence. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Within the walls of SAP, I’ve heard <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sales leaders, co-workers, and even the
Industry analysts I meet with, proclaiming the year of the horse as one of
innovation, progress, prosperity, and re-invention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But –
they must not have been born during the year of the Tiger, because at
every turn, I hear that the coming year of the horse brings bad luck for Tigers
like me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXQ7XQLVVHM/UuXO4WtwCgI/AAAAAAAAA98/FY1vdpVJEE8/s1600/Tiger+Prediction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXQ7XQLVVHM/UuXO4WtwCgI/AAAAAAAAA98/FY1vdpVJEE8/s1600/Tiger+Prediction.jpg" height="202" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Predictions for Tigers in 2014</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In fact, according to <a href="http://emblemsoffortune.com/2014/zodiacforecast.html">Grand Master Tan Khoon Yong</a>, Tigers
are ranked last among the 12 zodiacs during this year of the horse!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And while many of us might view astrology as “hocus-pocus
mumbo jumbo”, do we really disregard it altogether?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Personally, I don’t buy into the daily or
weekly horoscopes, and honestly don’t think I’ve read one since my co-workers
in Singapore pointed me to my Chinese New Year reading last year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Last year, however, these same co-workers
decorated their desks and left offerings for the Lion Dance that comes to the
office just before New Year. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lion and
Dragon dances are common around the new year in Singapore, with the lion
accepting offerings in exchange for casting out evil spirits and leaving behind
good luck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For my co-workers, in addition to a red
envelope of cash, they left four packets of numbers with the expectation the
Lion would choose a number from each packet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The four “lucky” numbers that were left behind were played in the next
lottery drawing… and they won!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So, I’m not taking any chances… I’ll be decorating my desk
for the Lion Dance this week, and am continuing to “shop” the internet for a more optimistic
take on my year ahead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point,
<a href="http://www.chinesefortunecalendar.com/2014/2014Tiger.htm">The Chinese Fortune Calendar</a> and <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2014/01/09/chinese-new-year-2014-horse_n_4568979.html">Huffington Post</a> are both getting a nod from
me, as they predict significantly better years than the Grand Master… but can I
really disregard the GRAND MASTER?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don’t know your Chinese Astrology Animal?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://www.astrology.com/chinese-astrology">Find out here </a>– then go see what the <a href="http://www.emblemsoffortune.com/2014/zodiacforecast.html">Grand Master</a> predicts for your Year of the Horse… and if you’re a Tiger like me, you might want
to do a little more “horoscope shopping” over the next few days in the hopes of
finding some good news! <a href="http://emblemsoffortune.com/2014/zodiacforecast.html">emblemsoffortune.com/2014/zodiacforecast.html</a><o:p></o:p></div>
</div>
Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-60849369089178652014-01-26T08:13:00.001-08:002014-01-26T19:05:55.914-08:00Relaxing with the In-Laws in Langkawi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
December in Singapore is typically wet...very wet. In fact, Sophia and Cooper's comment, "you never know when it's going to rain" really doesn't apply this time of year, because you do know. It's ALWAYS about to rain in Singapore in December. So, with Jennifer's parents in town during the wettest time of year, we decided to schedule a short trip to somewhere a little different and where we knew we'd find more sun. After all, we figured Kathy and Grant would enjoy some sun and sand after traveling nearly 10,000 miles and leaving behind one of the coldest, snowiest winters in years!<br />
<div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urSSljna6jc/UtNgpJgp8AI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ia5tccRFRG0/s1600/Langkawi+Flight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urSSljna6jc/UtNgpJgp8AI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ia5tccRFRG0/s400/Langkawi+Flight.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div>
Our destination for this quick trip was Langkawi, Malaysia. Officially, Langkawi is a collection of over 100 small islands in the Andaman Sea, about 15 or so miles off the coast of mainland Malaysia, and directly on the border with Thailand. Our visit was to Pulau Langkawi, the largest of the islands and the most popular resort destination. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
We selected the <a href="http://berjayahotel.com/langkawi/">Berjaya Resort</a>, largely based on TripAdvisor reviews and a desire to experience the "over-water" villas. The villa layout was reminiscent of the Maldives, and at this point we know that we are out of time and will not make it there. So it checked lots of boxes! The resort was very large and spread out, which for some TripAdvisor reviewers was an issue. While we have typically opted for the smaller, more personal hotels during our trips throughout Asia, we found Berjaya to be very comfortable, and several employees provided a very personal touch that made our stay wonderful. Apparently, size really doesn't matter.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYyHSC3TPoI/UtNca0WQNHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/B5I8oISHS00/s1600/Berjaya+bar+view+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYyHSC3TPoI/UtNca0WQNHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/B5I8oISHS00/s400/Berjaya+bar+view+3.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
Our villas were located side by side, perched over the Andaman sea and offered amazing sunset views every evening. The rooms were large and included a king size bed, sofa, large bathroom, and good size patio overlooking the sea. While the resort was large, a quick call to the front desk sent a shuttle our way, which would take us anywhere we wanted to go within the resort - and on most occasions, that was the beach, the pool, and the beach restaurant. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbUCZkvee8o/UtNchYIGSXI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SeLk2nWEOwU/s1600/Berjaya+room+view+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbUCZkvee8o/UtNchYIGSXI/AAAAAAAAA7o/SeLk2nWEOwU/s400/Berjaya+room+view+4.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div>
The beach and pool were both very nice. The pool had a swim-up bar, waterfall, plenty of lounge chairs and friendly wait staff happy to bring you another cold drink. The view was really amazing, with heavy vegetation and palm trees framing the pool area and the 2,300 foot high peaks of Mount Chinchang jutting up in the background. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewk0uQ5oBxo/UtNco1GD6cI/AAAAAAAAA7s/cQ7SeO35chM/s1600/Berjaya+pool+view+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewk0uQ5oBxo/UtNco1GD6cI/AAAAAAAAA7s/cQ7SeO35chM/s320/Berjaya+pool+view+2.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_R_W7Se2Lk/UtNdEsDajJI/AAAAAAAAA70/MAqo8_xu_jI/s1600/Berjaya+bar+view+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_R_W7Se2Lk/UtNdEsDajJI/AAAAAAAAA70/MAqo8_xu_jI/s400/Berjaya+bar+view+2.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
The beach was likewise beautiful. The water wasn't as crystal clear as we experienced on Malaysia's east coast (read - <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2012/08/paradise-in-malaysia.html">Batu Batu posts</a>), but it was very clean and refreshing in the afternoon sun. We have read about jelly fish issues in the Langkawi sea, but we did not personally experience this. Plenty of lounge chairs were available along the beach, as well as seating by the unassuming, casual beach bar. Kayaks, paddle boats, jet skis and other water sports were available along the beach (no charge), and a favorite for the kids, a batik craft area was just a few feet away allowing them to create some great souvenir artwork. (Jennifer's note: What? Favorite for the kids? My mom and I LOVED painting our masterpieces!)</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iftgt6b3baQ/UtNdUgyDOnI/AAAAAAAAA78/gt_sCy9YX-Y/s1600/Berjaya+pool+view+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iftgt6b3baQ/UtNdUgyDOnI/AAAAAAAAA78/gt_sCy9YX-Y/s400/Berjaya+pool+view+3.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The resort also has a short mangrove walking path, if you want to get up an personal with some of the wildlife. Just be careful what you wish for. Sophia and I came across a few hornbills as well as a monitor lizard that must have been at least 6 feet long. And even if you aren't walking off the beaten path, the area around the resort is home to Macaques and Dusky Leaf Monkeys. The latter paid us a visit in the trees by the pool on one afternoon, but weren't really much of a bother.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCG2r5tgKxk/UtNdfnb0SSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/pJHO9UdIpKc/s1600/Berjaya+monkeys+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCG2r5tgKxk/UtNdfnb0SSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/pJHO9UdIpKc/s400/Berjaya+monkeys+1.jpg" height="298" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FLLTvsqoQI/UtNdozpWr0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/qO07S_31Suc/s1600/Langkawi+Cable+Car+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FLLTvsqoQI/UtNdozpWr0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/qO07S_31Suc/s400/Langkawi+Cable+Car+7.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a>While we spent much of our stay at the resort, relaxing and enjoying the sun, we did venture out on two excursions during our brief stay. For the first, we took the short, three minute shuttle ride (ten minute walk) from the Berjaya Resort to the <a href="http://www.orientalvillage.my/">Oriental Village</a>. The village offers more than 50 shops, restaurants, and activities to chose from, but we had just one in mind...the Langkawi Cable Car. The Cable Car is the hub of the Oriental Village, and takes passengers on a crazy ride to the peak of Mt. Chinchang and the Langkawi Skybridge. </div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
Though the skybridge itself is closed for renovations, the cable car ride and view from the three observation decks ABOVE the skybridge are still amazing. Besides, it removed the possibility that I might be too afraid to walk out on the 400 foot long, curved bridge that's precariously balanced across the mountain peaks. The thing just doesn't look safe!</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgZQoWb31hI/UtNdzOjgqjI/AAAAAAAAA8U/-DjJQwkI3fs/s1600/Langkawi+Cable+Car+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgZQoWb31hI/UtNdzOjgqjI/AAAAAAAAA8U/-DjJQwkI3fs/s400/Langkawi+Cable+Car+5.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The views were really amazing, and the kids loved watching the clouds blow through the mountain passes below us. Cooper insisted it was the coolest thing he's ever done...which he says about almost everything. You've gotta love how "in the moment" that kid is! Sophia loved it as well, after she got over her initial fear of the very steep cable car ride to the peak.</div>
<div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bE56RvGXqfI/UtNepbfiRcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ispW3du-tGY/s1600/Langkawi+Cable+Car+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bE56RvGXqfI/UtNepbfiRcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ispW3du-tGY/s400/Langkawi+Cable+Car+8.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div>
<i>Two recommendations - First, the lines for the cable car can get very long with multiple hour wait times...look for the daily promotion and pay the extra money to go to the front of the line. We were at the peak in 5 minutes vs. waiting 3 hours! Second, take a postcard and stamp with you. There is a post office box at the peak of the mountain. I'm sure you or your kids have a friend who would think it's pretty cool to get a post card from one of the highest peaks in Malaysia)</i></div>
<div>
<i><br /></i></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqpcghJDSwE/UtNd94s3zuI/AAAAAAAAA8g/m7bfFOo_oO4/s1600/Langkawi+Cable+Car+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqpcghJDSwE/UtNd94s3zuI/AAAAAAAAA8g/m7bfFOo_oO4/s400/Langkawi+Cable+Car+2.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><i><br /></i></div>
<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Our second excursion in Langkawi was much closer to sea level. In fact, it was exactly at sea level. As one of the world's most active fisherman, it was no surprise that Grant wanted to try his luck fishing the waters of the Andaman Sea, and so we booked a half day trip through the hotel activity desk, and headed just off the coast for Barracuda and a variety of other fish.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAz4v31ihRU/UtNfNs1hniI/AAAAAAAAA80/Eob6QbAKx-I/s1600/Langkawi+fishing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAz4v31ihRU/UtNfNs1hniI/AAAAAAAAA80/Eob6QbAKx-I/s400/Langkawi+fishing.jpg" height="265" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoS0QFIhSmA/UtNfdoqddbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/bLZIxyJHj4M/s1600/Langkawi+fishing+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoS0QFIhSmA/UtNfdoqddbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/bLZIxyJHj4M/s320/Langkawi+fishing+4.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div>
Sophia, Cooper, Jennifer, Grant and I headed out on the morning trip, but unfortunately, my luck on fishing trips (or lack thereof) followed me and we didn't fare too well. We completely struck out with the Barracuda, but Grant and Jennifer managed to catch a few Kerupa and Sophia and I both caught tiny reef fish. Cooper managed only to catch a good tan, but he was as happy as could be checking in the sights. Though we didn't catch much, it was a really enjoyable day on the water.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuRPtONHD1s/UtNfpzYH9jI/AAAAAAAAA9E/IYUoaZdx-Cs/s1600/Langkawi+fishing+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuRPtONHD1s/UtNfpzYH9jI/AAAAAAAAA9E/IYUoaZdx-Cs/s320/Langkawi+fishing+1.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJdap5CjWpI/UtNf2ZF6AoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Zxmw_xYTmQg/s1600/Langkawi+fishing+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJdap5CjWpI/UtNf2ZF6AoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Zxmw_xYTmQg/s320/Langkawi+fishing+3.jpg" height="229" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div>
On our final evening in Langkawi, we headed back to the Oriental Village for dinner and to do a little shopping. Unfortunately, most of the shops were closing up early (Sunday evening) when we finished dinner, so shopping was limited. But Sophia found a souvenir elephant to add to her collection from our journeys throughout Asia, and Cooper managed to find a toy guitar. The kid likes what he likes.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
While Langkawi was far less "culturally stimulating" than much of our recent travel, it was truly enjoyable. The beach and pool offered a great alternative to wet and rainy Singapore and our visit just a few days before Christmas was a very relaxing one. Now, with only a couple months left before we leave Singapore and return to reality in the US, we have officially started the countdown. Our "bucket list" is long, so you can expect to hear from us again soon!</div>
</div>
</div>
Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-61155051835190797452014-01-01T08:10:00.002-08:002014-01-01T08:39:44.074-08:00What a Difference a Year Makes!Well folks, the fairy tale is coming to an end in 2014. This past year has been our only full year in Singapore and what a year it's been!<br />
<br />
We travelled every chance we could, starting out New Year's Day in <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/03/out-and-about-in-melbourne.html" target="_blank">Melbourne, Australia</a> with our <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/03/making-memories-in-melbourne.html" target="_blank">fabulous friends</a>. From there we visited:<br />
<ul>
<li><a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/04/back-to-bali.html" target="_blank">Bali, Indonesia</a> (March)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxGG7QEoUSM/UsQ3ufBhp5I/AAAAAAAACH8/_QZku8hx-lg/s1600/IMG_4096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxGG7QEoUSM/UsQ3ufBhp5I/AAAAAAAACH8/_QZku8hx-lg/s200/IMG_4096.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>
</li>
<li><a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/04/a-python-cobra-and-monkey-on-leashin.html" target="_blank">Galle</a>, <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/05/sri-lanka-part-ii-yala-national-park.html" target="_blank">Yala</a> and <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/10/buckingham-place-better-than-palace.html" target="_blank">Rewaka</a>, Sri Lanka (April)</li>
<li><a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/09/finding-new-appreciation-for-paradise.html" target="_blank">Tengah Island, Malaysia</a> (April, August and October)</li>
<li><a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/08/end-of-silence-from-singapore.html" target="_blank">Tokyo and South Korea</a> (June - <em>Jason only</em>)</li>
<li>USA (June - July)</li>
<li><a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/10/hanoi-part-one-live-action-frogger.html" target="_blank">Hanoi</a> and <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/11/hanoi-part-2-kid-friendly-cruising-on.html" target="_blank">Halong Bay</a>, Vietnam (October)</li>
<li>Siem Reap, Cambodia (November)</li>
<li>Langkawi, Malaysia (December) </li>
</ul>
We have one last trip planned to Nikoi Island, Indonesia, in January before we go. We also contemplated trying to fit in a trip to Myanmar (formerly Burma) but with school fees and new car payments looming, we decided to nix it. When we inevitably come back to Asia in the future we will definitely have to make it an extended vacation because there are SO many places we wanted to go that just didn't happen (Maldives, Taiwan, China, Laos, I could go on and on.)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLNEwj2kXUk/UsQ5SreK-NI/AAAAAAAACII/IaNwexhzXyM/s1600/lisaandjennifer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLNEwj2kXUk/UsQ5SreK-NI/AAAAAAAACII/IaNwexhzXyM/s320/lisaandjennifer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
It was a year for developing new friendships into lifelong-lasting ones (Bri, Liisa and Rachel - yes I'm talking about you) and in the same year, being devastated by the departure of one of them. I've also observed many other new friends somewhat from afar, because I know I'm leaving and I just don't have it in me to put myself out there. I think I will regret this with a few because I just KNOW we would have been a perfect friend match. I hope some read this and suspect that I am talking about them :-). I've also gotten close to two teachers at the school and look forward to attending their wedding back in the USA this summer - only six months Maureen and Andrew! (and also until I see you again Bri!)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gknvEw_6-4/UsQ5xMG8ypI/AAAAAAAACIQ/7shfHcSXsi0/s1600/IMG_4222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gknvEw_6-4/UsQ5xMG8ypI/AAAAAAAACIQ/7shfHcSXsi0/s320/IMG_4222.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
This year has also been incredibly special because I was able to observe my stubborn, opinionated, sporty tomboy of a girl, Sophia, find her first "best friend". If ever two young girls were friend soul mates, these two are it. We're already talking exchange student plans when we both return to our homes in the USA and Sweden. And the fact that her parents are two of our very best friends here is pretty awesome. We're hoping to host them at our house next summer!<br />
<br />
It's also been a year of incredibly frustrating medical issues for me. I've had three surgeries in 2013, two of them major, and recovery downtime of over two months total. But on the positive side, I've been lucky to receive amazing medical treatment. I've loved every single doctor I have had, and the hospitals have been great. (Note: rooms are nicer at Mount Elizabeth, food is way better at Glen Eagles haha.)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrFKv2aCKU0/UsQ6F-5cXZI/AAAAAAAACIY/_tbg7z6t8TU/s1600/IMG_3561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrFKv2aCKU0/UsQ6F-5cXZI/AAAAAAAACIY/_tbg7z6t8TU/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
Ranking high up on the memories list will be all the visitors we had this year. Starting with Jason's parents, Ed and Sharon, in March, my brother Scott, his wife Kristen and two of their kids, Jackson and Olivia in August, our Aussie friends, the Vogers, in October and my parents, Kathy and Grant, in December - it's been a full house of fun! We are more than thankful that all of these people spent so much money and travel time coming to our tiny part of the world. Each visit was priceless (all in different ways too!) and I hope they came back with as many wonderful memories as we did.<br />
<br />
If I had to pick one thing though, I'd say the greatest part of this year has been spending so much unique and quality time with my kids. For better or worse, we are almost always together as a family. I say for better, they might say for worse! (just kidding, they still seem to like us a lot :-) I've watched them become the most confident, independent little human beings and it's just fabulous. This assignment has completely changed their trajectory in life - and sometimes I just look at them and stare in wonder at what they will become. (let's not fast forward too quickly, because then I will just be old)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1vjMj3QP9E/UsRCwFghPqI/AAAAAAAACI8/10ZmjJ5TnSI/s1600/IMG_2898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1vjMj3QP9E/UsRCwFghPqI/AAAAAAAACI8/10ZmjJ5TnSI/s320/IMG_2898.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
So here I am - the guests are gone, the holidays are over and now it's just the countdown. With basketball games, school projects and moving plans all on the schedule, the time will fly. But I'm not going to dwell on that now, I'm just enjoying the time I have left and my fabulous memories of 2013.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orXTvpimL-0/UsQ8GaaY27I/AAAAAAAACIs/AslBkz5SU08/s1600/IMG_3570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orXTvpimL-0/UsQ8GaaY27I/AAAAAAAACIs/AslBkz5SU08/s320/IMG_3570.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
So for my New Year's resolution...hmmm. I really never make one because I think it's silly. But if I had to, I think I would try to be a better wife. I think I'm pretty skilled at the mom job, but even after 12 years I definitely have room for improvement in the wife category. I could definitely be less controlling, more patient and generally try to stop nagging the poor guy so much, among other things. Thinking about it, I'm pretty impressed he still likes me after all these years! Feel free to ask him next New Year's Eve to see how that went.<br />
<br />
In reality, the fairy tale is not ending. It's just moving to a new setting.<br />
<br />
So cheers to 2014! <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiPxUBhf-GI/UsQ7rA41jVI/AAAAAAAACIk/RBjZgfyu_K0/s1600/IMG_3855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiPxUBhf-GI/UsQ7rA41jVI/AAAAAAAACIk/RBjZgfyu_K0/s320/IMG_3855.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
P.S. The title of this post comes from a very vivid memory of my Grandma Ford. We were watching Wheel of Fortune once (she loved it) and I am NOT kidding - the clue was "What a Difference a Day Makes" and she got it in four letters. It was pretty amazing. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1vjMj3QP9E/UsRCwFghPqI/AAAAAAAACI8/10ZmjJ5TnSI/s1600/IMG_2898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a> </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-87780482211982088152013-11-16T19:51:00.002-08:002013-11-16T19:53:00.447-08:00Hanoi - Part Three<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eyojDbTnYCU/UogyNjqS3cI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xbW6kwDOULU/s1600/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eyojDbTnYCU/UogyNjqS3cI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xbW6kwDOULU/s320/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+8.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
After a very enjoyable two and a half days on Halong Bay, (and four hour drive) we returned to Hanoi to experience more of the city. We braved the streets again, still unaware of the correct street-crossing technique, but managed to survive an evening of shopping and sightseeing.<br />
<br />
We visited multiple antique shops, selling Vietnamese and Chinese collectibles such as statues, pottery, paintings and carvings of all sorts. Sophia happily found a very unique elephant statue to add to her growing collection of elephants from Southeast Asian countries. For Jennifer, it was a beautiful old teapot she found in the back of a locked case, covered with dust. Cooper did the best of us all, however, haggling with a shopkeeper to purchase a set of ten guitar-shaped keychains with “Vietnam” printed on them for less than $3 USD. Gotta love his confidence and business savvy!<i> (his choice of souvenirs though...debatable)</i><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="margin: 0px;">
</div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWpojSHI74M/Uogx3JPsFNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AT6bdK3R_Gg/s1600/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWpojSHI74M/Uogx3JPsFNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AT6bdK3R_Gg/s320/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
We snacked on a few small pastries that we purchased from the basket of a woman on the street (the French influence can definitely be seen in the bakery business), but needed something more substantial. So we found a nice little cafe adjacent to the Hoan Kiem lake where we enjoyed a mix of local food and a pizza (for the kids), as well as free wifi to catch up on email and to set my fantasy football roster. The best part of this little place was the view of the very busy street corner where a constant flow of people, cars and mopeds sped by. <o:p></o:p></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="margin: 0px;">
The next morning, our final full day in Hanoi, we scheduled a tour based on recommendations from the hotel staff. We met our guide, "Johnny", and headed out to explore the city. We made several stops along the way - the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum, Presidential Palace, Ho Chi Minh's residence, the Military Museum ("Victory Museum") and the Vietnam Museum of Ethnology. <br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdMoySNG7gs/UogyckKVKJI/AAAAAAAAA50/FOEbHf7LOeM/s1600/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdMoySNG7gs/UogyckKVKJI/AAAAAAAAA50/FOEbHf7LOeM/s320/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+2.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
The Mausoleum, Presidential Palace and Ho Chi Minh's residence were all within walking distance of one another in and around the Ba Dinh Square. One thing that was abundantly clear during this portion of our tour was the complete admiration, respect and love of Ho Chi Minh by the public... or at least that's the story that's portrayed. <br />
<br />
The Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum, built in 1973 and inspired by Vladimir Lenin's mausoleum in Moscow, displays the embalmed remains of the former President of Vietnam. The granite building is massive, and is constantly under the watch of an Honor Guard. It was unfortunately closed during the time of our visit - apparently the embalmed remains of Ho Chi Minh require some freshening up from time to time, so we didn't have the opportunity to view the inside. However, from what I understand, there are some very specific rules regarding dress and behavior inside. For example, legs
must be covered (no shorts or miniskirts) and visitors must be silent, walk in
two lines, keep hands out of their pockets, and not cross their arms. Just some tips to consider if you are visiting yourself.</div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ85xWkIv84/UogywrGSx8I/AAAAAAAAA54/cWj9E578aco/s1600/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ85xWkIv84/UogywrGSx8I/AAAAAAAAA54/cWj9E578aco/s400/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+3.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Honor Guard @ Mausoleum</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p9sH4MC-po/Uogy4n4e8wI/AAAAAAAAA6A/FdtfLIpcRW0/s1600/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p9sH4MC-po/Uogy4n4e8wI/AAAAAAAAA6A/FdtfLIpcRW0/s400/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+5.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Presidential Palace</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
The Presidential Palace is located just next door and is clearly of French design. Like all government buildings in the country, it is painted yellow to project wealth and prosperity (according to Johnny). The Palace was built by the colonizing French in "European Design" because they perceived their culture as an improvement over any other culture...in particular the native Vietnamese culture. This tendency of the French to ignore the local culture was clearly a sticking point for Johnny, and he practically oozed hatred for the French as he discussed their colonization and occupation of the country. It's said that Ho Chi Minh refused to live in the Presidential Palace after Vietnam achieved independence in 1954. His refusal to do so, and to live in a "common" house, was also a point of pride and respect for the citizens of Vietnam<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTJQymxDSEY/UogzCxiXpvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/DNTSFBCatU0/s1600/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+6+-+Ho+Chi+Minh+Residence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTJQymxDSEY/UogzCxiXpvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/DNTSFBCatU0/s400/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+6+-+Ho+Chi+Minh+Residence.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Ho Chi Minh Residence</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Instead, Ho Chi Minh lived in a very simple stilted home nearby. Ho Chi Minh's residence is raised on stilts, and has only two smalls rooms. It's said that he liked living in this home because it reminded him of the homes in which he took refuge when he was a revolutionary. Though designed to mimic the stilted homes of common Hanoi residents, from what we could see, it was significantly higher quality and more polished than anything else we saw in the city. Oh - and it had a bomb shelter immediately next door - which was unique to homes in Hanoi.</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
As we walked back through the botanic gardens and pomelo tree-lined paths that surround the Presidential Palace grounds, Johnny shared more perspectives about Ho Chi Minh. Again, his distaste for the French was palpable, dwarfed only by his respect and love for Ho Chi Minh. Several of his comments clearly demonstrated the strength of propaganda in Vietnam, for example, he was sure that the only possible way for the Vietnamese to push out the French was to follow Communist ideals and Communist rule. He later described how the massive grounds of the Presidential Palace were used by Ho Chi Minh to provide fruit and fish to the local population. My favorite, perhaps, was his comment stating that locals wore face masks as they walk and ride on mopeds throughout the city to avoid getting a tan...not because there is significant pollution in the city. OK, then.</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xawUT4_mGVg/Uog1CIMQAqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/nJa8Wbby0rs/s1600/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+11+Ethnology+Museum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xawUT4_mGVg/Uog1CIMQAqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/nJa8Wbby0rs/s400/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+11+Ethnology+Museum.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Museum of Ethnology</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
The next stop on our tour was The <a href="http://www.vme.org.vn/vietnam/index.asp">Museum of Ethnology</a>. There are 54 ethnic groups who call Vietnam home and the museum provides a view into the life, culture and history of these diverse groups. It was very interesting and provided the perfect venue to escape the rain that had moved into Hanoi on our final day. A favorite for the kids, the museum included about a dozen full size "home" models showing how local people live in various parts of the country. </div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
After a morning of touring, we were all hungry, and Johnny recommended a great little place nearby. The restaurant, called <a href="http://www.koto.com.au/about-koto/koto-enterprise/koto-hanoi-restaurant">KOTO</a> <i>(Know One, Teach One)</i> is part of a hospitality training program developed by Jimmy Pham, a Vietnamese-Australian, giving disadvantaged youth the chance to learn and be successful in their lives. I highly recommend checking it out if you visit Hanoi. The food was delicious, the service was good, and by eating there you are supporting education and housing for Vietnamese teenagers in the hospitality industry.</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPHYksG8o8Y/Uog1oyphX3I/AAAAAAAAA6k/svN3pvhk2LQ/s1600/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+13+Victory+Museum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPHYksG8o8Y/Uog1oyphX3I/AAAAAAAAA6k/svN3pvhk2LQ/s400/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+13+Victory+Museum.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Victory Museum</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After lunch, we traveled to the "Victory Museum", which consists of historical accounts, artifacts and photographs from the early conflicts between Vietnam and its neighbors, (China, Thailand, etc.), later conflicts with the French and ultimately the American War. Every aspect of the museum and Johnny's commentary were interesting. As would be expected, the museum was full of triumphant stories of bravery and superior military will and strategy. You'd find the corresponding alternative point of view in any US museum I'm sure. </div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
As we entered the area of the museum dedicated to the "American War", I immediately felt different than I did in the other portions of the museum. Photos of aircraft, tanks and jeeps that were successfully captured or destroyed by the Vietnamese were a blunt reminder of how many Americans were killed or severley injured in Vietnam. Just outside the museum, were more reminders, as dozens of aircraft (American and others) along with scrap pieces of many others that had been shot down during the war were on display.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KatrFFQt_cY/Uog2ETqHwII/AAAAAAAAA6s/icgrO03Gu-A/s1600/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+14+Victory+Museum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="309" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KatrFFQt_cY/Uog2ETqHwII/AAAAAAAAA6s/icgrO03Gu-A/s320/k+-+Hanoi+Tour+14+Victory+Museum.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Victory Museum</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I was also quickly reminded of how many Vietnamese were killed and injured as well, when a man in his 70's approached and, in broken English, asked where I was from. When I told him I was American, he nodded, shook my hand, and proceeded to show me a large scar from his ear to the middle of his chest as he pointed to a picture of young Vietnamese soldiers. What do you say to that? I wasn't quite sure what to make of this, but it was obvious he was at the same time proud of his service to his country and saddened by the toll the war had on <b>both</b> his country and ours. </div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-thWIunml5HU/Uog2deHRlQI/AAAAAAAAA60/D_r-KHmUnHc/s1600/l+-+Food+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-thWIunml5HU/Uog2deHRlQI/AAAAAAAAA60/D_r-KHmUnHc/s400/l+-+Food+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Quan An Ngon</span></i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
For dinner, we decided to try <a href="http://ngonhanoi.com.vn/index.php/en/">Quan An Ngon</a>, based on the recommendation of one of Jennifer's Wake Forest friends, Shannon. Quan An Ngon is a hawker center type restaurant that offers traditional Vietnamese street food without the worry of eating traditional Vietnamese street food. It was a great experience. We sat at a long communal table and were handed menus with hundreds of options to choose from. We tried a variety of Vietnamese style pork dumplings, fried prawn, fried chicken wings (for Cooper), Vietnamese noodles with chicken, and Pho with sliced beef. I would provide the Vietnamese names for these dishes (which sound far more exotic), but I don't remember them. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdjlS9MphNk/Uog2nZxM_bI/AAAAAAAAA68/JrjhOefLIzw/s1600/l+-+Food+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdjlS9MphNk/Uog2nZxM_bI/AAAAAAAAA68/JrjhOefLIzw/s400/l+-+Food+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
After dinner, we got one more thrill as we grabbed a cab and proceeded to drive directly into oncoming traffic - an appropriate good-bye to Hanoi. Dodging a bus, a few hundred mopeds and several women carrying baskets full of produce, we made it back to the hotel for our final hours in Hanoi. </div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXP53Dk5AKI/Uog3Ieo3HQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/1SqmXS2v5cM/s1600/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXP53Dk5AKI/Uog3Ieo3HQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/1SqmXS2v5cM/s400/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+10.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
The next morning, we were greeted by nearly every one of the hotel staff as they wished us well and said goodbye. We took one last walk down the busy alley and the through the market just outside the hotel's front door and hopped aboard a small van to take us to the airport. A few hours later, it felt good to return "home" to Singapore, but I have to admit the safe, rule following drive home from the Changi airport seemed quite boring after the near death experiences of travelling through Hanoi! In all, the trip to Vietnam was amazing, eye-opening and unforgettable experience.</div>
</div>
Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-15866597667406373152013-11-10T04:58:00.007-08:002013-11-16T19:54:02.456-08:00Hanoi - Part Two (Kid-Friendly Cruising on Halong Bay)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj7E26d7_So/Un78EjfDnQI/AAAAAAAAA10/_otNb0iw3Js/s1600/h+-+Halong+Bay+Sunset+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj7E26d7_So/Un78EjfDnQI/AAAAAAAAA10/_otNb0iw3Js/s320/h+-+Halong+Bay+Sunset+6.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Our Sister Ship, The Paradise Luxury 2</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj7E26d7_So/Un78EjfDnQI/AAAAAAAAA1w/-nlpR2xLSFM/s1600/h+-+Halong+Bay+Sunset+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="color: black;">Before relocating to Singapore, I had never heard of Halong Bay,
though it was recognized as a <a href="http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/">UNESCO World Heritage Site</a> in 1994. (<i>Honestly,
I had never heard of UNESCO World Heritage Sites either.</i>) Since
arriving in Singapore, I have seen a ton of photos and have heard
friends and co-workers talk about the beauty of the bay on numerous occasions.
I had to see it for myself!</span><br />
<div>
<br />
Literally translated to "Bay of the Descending Dragon",
Halong Bay has historical roots dating back more than 16,000 years to the
ancient Soi Nhu culture who lived on the fish and shellfish living in the bay.
Local legend says that the bay was created by Gods to protect early Vietnamese
cultures from attack and that a family of dragons lived in the bay to provide
protection. Supposedly, these dragons still live in the bay...but uhh, I didn't see
any.</div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div>
<span style="color: black;">At the close of my first Hanoi post, I noted we were all climbing on board a van for the four-hour journey from Hanoi to Halong Bay. The
truth was, at the time we were climbing into the van, I was
expecting a max 2-3 hour drive! It is, after all, only a 150 KM (<i>~90
mile</i>) drive and I could have sworn I heard someone mention it only took that long
during dinner the night before. To my dismay, the drive was every second
of four hours. For those who have ever driven with me, you
can imagine just how pleasant I was after four hours of slow, methodical driving. Did I mention I was
sitting in the front seat, but wasn't driving! <em>(Jennifer's note: Oh my gosh, I could feel the annoyance emanating from Jason...luckily I had my good buddy Rachel to chat with so I could easily ignore him!)</em></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span>
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncII9ohT144/Un79jMv1JTI/AAAAAAAAA2A/IpOuT1Ulj94/s1600/c-+Road+to+Halong+Bay+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncII9ohT144/Un79jMv1JTI/AAAAAAAAA2A/IpOuT1Ulj94/s320/c-+Road+to+Halong+Bay+9.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Traffic" & School Children Along the Way</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="color: black;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span>
<span style="color: black;"><o:p>Still, the drive was very interesting. Like many of our trips through Southeast Asia, we got a brief glimpse into day-to-day life in Vietnam, albeit through the dusty windows of the van. During the drive we came across children on their way to school or headed home from it. (s<i>chools are on a half day schedule</i>) We saw a variety of roadside vendors selling everything from fresh bread and cold drinks, to the occasional shoe salesman with dozens of leather shoes neatly stacked on blankets long the road.</o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span>
<span style="color: black;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJUpCw-rmvo/Un7-QuLcs7I/AAAAAAAAA2E/wTjBFAw1zH0/s1600/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJUpCw-rmvo/Un7-QuLcs7I/AAAAAAAAA2E/wTjBFAw1zH0/s320/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+9.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Shoe "Store"</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
We passed hundreds of rice fields, all tended to by dozens of
workers, most wearing the distinctive conical straw hat you'd expect
to see in Vietnamese rice fields. Similar to our experience in Cambodia,
the fields were nearly all worked by hand with very little, if any, automation
or machinery visible.<span style="color: black;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MunCuhVdcic/Un7-2BXjr7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/hu1oKC8T5j8/s1600/c-+Road+to+Halong+Bay+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MunCuhVdcic/Un7-2BXjr7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/hu1oKC8T5j8/s320/c-+Road+to+Halong+Bay+11.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Rice Fields</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-188n72wNx88/Un7_OV05_UI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mnvIhx4rgv4/s1600/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-188n72wNx88/Un7_OV05_UI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mnvIhx4rgv4/s320/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Delivery Truck</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="color: black;">Among the more bizarre sights along the way were the fully-loaded
motorbikes, carrying such enormously oversized loads that it seemed they could
tip over at any time. We also sped by mopeds with two, three, sometimes
even more passengers, often texting as they zig-zagged through traffic.
By far the oddest sight was the two mopeds that seemed to intentionally
drive along side our van so we could all get a good look at the cage full of
kittens they were delivering to...well, I don't know for sure where they were
being delivered, but I have to assume it was more likely a kitchen than a pet
store. Cooper agreed, proudly proclaiming (to Sophia's horror) they were soon to become
'Kit-Kats'.</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1MNMpwnSzY/Un7_WGyp7eI/AAAAAAAAA2c/RVhIvjZATYQ/s1600/c-+Road+to+Halong+Bay+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1MNMpwnSzY/Un7_WGyp7eI/AAAAAAAAA2c/RVhIvjZATYQ/s320/c-+Road+to+Halong+Bay+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Look Closely - Basket and bag both full of "Kit-Kats"</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l92-CHef7Qk/Un8Fu7nf06I/AAAAAAAAA5E/trYHk7dyUe8/s1600/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l92-CHef7Qk/Un8Fu7nf06I/AAAAAAAAA5E/trYHk7dyUe8/s320/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+4.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Arrival at the Cruise Center</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Upon arriving at the Halong Bay Cruise Center, the surroundings changed dramatically. About a dozen large, freshly painted, white cruise ships sat on the water, with another two dozen, smaller "day trip" boats motoring in and out of the small port. Several cruise companies operated from the port, and each had their own reception areas complete with buffet lunches, drinks, comfy seating, and restrooms. Clearly the Bay produces a tremendous amount of tourist revenue, as the buildings that housed the cruise centers as well as the condos all around the port were new and modern.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhu2dlgjZ7c/Un7_eXDtodI/AAAAAAAAA2o/CblxjGDdnaI/s1600/d-+1Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhu2dlgjZ7c/Un7_eXDtodI/AAAAAAAAA2o/CblxjGDdnaI/s320/d-+1Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The rest of our crew</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPczMkB2Qr0/Un7_w77eDHI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JhS2ed6vE20/s1600/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPczMkB2Qr0/Un7_w77eDHI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JhS2ed6vE20/s320/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
After about an hour of snacking and clearing my mind of the
"kit-kats", we were invited to board our ship,<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.paradisecruises.vn/">Paradise
Luxury 3</a>. As we walked along the dock to the boarding ramp, it
quickly became clear that not all of the cruise ships were as "freshly
painted" as I had assumed they were from a few hundred feet away.
Luckily, Jennifer's TripAdvisor research came through and we were on
board one of the most beautiful and well maintained ships on the Bay.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black;">The ship had four floors. The bottom two each had about
about 8 cabins, while the third and fourth levels contained the restaurant,
bar, outdoor lounge, and a large sundeck. Though it would have
given my parents a heart attack, we put Cooper and his friend Marcus in their
own room on the first floor, Sophia and her friend
Isla in a room on the second floor, and Jennifer and I enjoyed a "terrace
suite" on the second floor as well. Though the rooms were not very
large (even by cruise ship standards), they were comfortable, clean, and more
than adequate for a two night cruise.</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQxxXlUT-i8/Un8FAPWMeyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-bzBJAs-x5o/s1600/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQxxXlUT-i8/Un8FAPWMeyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-bzBJAs-x5o/s400/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+5.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Paradise Luxury 3 Sun Deck</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHMZiFvHoLQ/Un8FgVax0MI/AAAAAAAAA44/gvDAO-Z5NMY/s1600/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHMZiFvHoLQ/Un8FgVax0MI/AAAAAAAAA44/gvDAO-Z5NMY/s400/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+8.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Paradise Luxury 3 Dining Room</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2Ri-0IPnAo/UoAvjBORWOI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/cDNpxaOqCnU/s1600/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2Ri-0IPnAo/UoAvjBORWOI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/cDNpxaOqCnU/s400/d-+Paradise+Luxury+Halong+Bay+9.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Paradise Luxury 3 - Our Terrace Suite</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uW0IY9WGPJM/Un8ANsp_n6I/AAAAAAAAA24/9wzjmrWLM9U/s1600/e+-+Halong+Bay+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uW0IY9WGPJM/Un8ANsp_n6I/AAAAAAAAA24/9wzjmrWLM9U/s320/e+-+Halong+Bay+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="color: black;">As we pulled away from the dock, I went nuts taking pictures. The bay covers more than 1500 square kilometers and contains several thousand limestone islands, but you'd have thought the only rocks available to photograph were those about one km from the port. (<i>I admit it, I went a little overboard at first with the photos.</i>) After about 20 minutes, we were surrounded by enormous limestone rocks, jutting up out of the water on all sides of the boat, each topped with lush greenery. It truly was beautiful, and with every minute (<i>and 20-30 photos</i>) we sailed deeper into the bay and into even more beautiful scenery. The water was exceptionally calm, so the ship sailed along easily, and steadily...which was good since Sophia doesn't like boats!</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXtqTjvYMYk/Un8Az6YLOwI/AAAAAAAAA28/i0Kv8qPLRZ0/s1600/f+-+Halong+Bay+Caves+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXtqTjvYMYk/Un8Az6YLOwI/AAAAAAAAA28/i0Kv8qPLRZ0/s400/f+-+Halong+Bay+Caves+4.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hang Sung Sot / Cave of Surprises</span></i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After about an hour of sailing, and a nice lunch, we reached
our first "excursion point", the Hang Sung Sot Cave. We
hopped onto the small pontoon boat that was tagging along with the ship, and
motored over to a vegetation covered island. From here, we climbed up
about a hundred steps to the entrance to the Hang Sun Sot cave, or "Cave
of Surprises". Honestly, it was a surprise, as the cave was massive
and seemed to go on forever. Guides pointed out animal-shaped rock
formations and the effects of high water levels that used to fill the cave, but
in general I was simply amazed at the sheer size of the place.<br />
<span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black;">Our next stop was Ti Top Island, where we had the option of swimming, kayaking, or walking to the summit, which offered an amazing view of the bay. Jennifer and the kids relaxed on the beach while I made the climb. <em>(Jennifer: To get 2,004 more pictures.)</em> When I returned, the kids were running, swimming, and laughing with their friends, and I was glad Jennifer had a cold Bia Ha Noi (local beer) waiting for me.</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQDt3DyivLY/Un8BRrQQ9aI/AAAAAAAAA3M/m3uULxdRQDg/s1600/e-+Halong+Bay+Panoramic+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQDt3DyivLY/Un8BRrQQ9aI/AAAAAAAAA3M/m3uULxdRQDg/s640/e-+Halong+Bay+Panoramic+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>View from the Summit of Ti Top Island</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Upon returning to the Paradise Luxury 3, the kids explored the ship from top to bottom. They quickly made friends with another family from Australia (living in Singapore) and soon the Paradise Luxury 3 became the largest floating "hide and go seek" platform you could imagine. Luckily our group (including our new Aussie friends) comprised more than half of the available cabins on the ship, and our stern warnings to the kids about running, screaming and general annoying behavior was taken seriously and they all behaved. <em> (Jennifer: Well except that bottle of red wine that one child knocked over and broke in the dining room...for the record it wasn't one of our kids!)</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBNcc6UCSGU/Un8Beyv9OCI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DzfiKmt0e2s/s1600/g-girls+collecting+tabs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBNcc6UCSGU/Un8Beyv9OCI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DzfiKmt0e2s/s320/g-girls+collecting+tabs.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Collecting Can Tabs</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In addition, Sophia had been collecting aluminium can tabs for weeks, preparing to donate them to a prosthetics factory in Thailand (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"><i>more on that in March when she goes on the school field trip</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;">)...but this activity kept the girls busy during the evening on PL3, posting signs on cabin doors and coordinating with the bar to save and collect as many tabs as possible during our cruise.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qorXFqDPw0/Un8Bpoz0GCI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6GPZ4vwREfw/s1600/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qorXFqDPw0/Un8Bpoz0GCI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6GPZ4vwREfw/s1600/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qorXFqDPw0/Un8Bpoz0GCI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6GPZ4vwREfw/s320/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Floating Store</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
For the adults, we were all glad to relax outside on deck or in the dining room with a cold drink...besides, we wanted to do our part to provide Sophia with can
tabs. Sodas, beer, wine, etc. were all available from the PL3 bar, but I
also enjoyed purchasing a couple cans from the local women who would paddle by
with small wooden boats selling food, drinks and souvenirs.
There was something fun about ordering from the items displayed on the
deck of their tiny boats, and having your items passed to you at the end of a
20 foot fishing net pole.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;"></span>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucVgGUn7NyY/Un8EitykqHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Bkp3ZL2Sv68/s1600/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucVgGUn7NyY/Un8EitykqHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Bkp3ZL2Sv68/s320/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Free Delivery</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bat_srzcpH0/Un8E1EZQE4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/MF1Sfm4Cb1Q/s1600/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bat_srzcpH0/Un8E1EZQE4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/MF1Sfm4Cb1Q/s320/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+4.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Fishing family</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Day two, another excursion...this time, we were off for the entire
day. We left the Paradise Luxury 3 (PL3) and met up with passengers from
the PL1, PL2 and PL Peak for a full-day excursion on a smaller boat (called the "day boat"). Our first
destination was Cat Ba, the largest island in the bay. The day boat had a dining room on the first
floor, bathrooms, and a large sun deck with shaded areas and comfy seating and was more maneuverable to allow us to cruise into
parts of the bay the PL3 wouldn't have gone.<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WqBm_JKoYo/Un8Cd4FhxMI/AAAAAAAAA3o/nN0rqdn5NWk/s1600/i+-+Halong+Bay+fishing+village.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WqBm_JKoYo/Un8Cd4FhxMI/AAAAAAAAA3o/nN0rqdn5NWk/s320/i+-+Halong+Bay+fishing+village.jpg" width="206" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Cooper loved the moped ride</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="color: black;">Upon reaching Cat Ba island, we were told we could travel by bicycle or motorbike about 5 km inland to a small village. Cooper, and just about every other kid, was all about the motorbike option... Sophia, not so much. After learning that the ride was hilly and relatively treacherous, we for some unknown reason decided that balancing ourselves on the back of a moped driven by a Vietnamese villager was the safer option. Oh, did I mention I didn't have a helmet? It was quite a ride to say the least, but we arrived at the small village in one piece and took a walking tour to see how people live on this remote island.</span><br />
<br />
The highlight of the island visit was easily our encounter with a
young Vietnamese boy (maybe 18 months old) who wobbled back and forth across a
small bridge to give high fives and grab onto the kids in our group. He
was really cute and the kids had a good laugh as he ran back and forth, smiling
and laughing each time he approached us. After a cold drink <i>(we saved the can tabs</i>) and a few
more high fives, we hopped on board our "chaffeured" mopeds and
sped back to the awaiting boat. Again, we all made it back in one piece, but
I did leave with a pretty sweet burn from our moped's muffler. I'm fairly
sure it's going to be a permanent reminder of this adventure.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zyjxg06ZSy8/Un8EXk25_kI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4A_a06BMku4/s1600/i+-+Halong+Bay+fishing+village+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zyjxg06ZSy8/Un8EXk25_kI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4A_a06BMku4/s320/i+-+Halong+Bay+fishing+village+6.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Making friends in the fishing village</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udMGdc0qxuo/Un-ByopE7oI/AAAAAAAACHE/CkL9LVvp4WE/s1600/IMG_4100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udMGdc0qxuo/Un-ByopE7oI/AAAAAAAACHE/CkL9LVvp4WE/s320/IMG_4100.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="color: black;">Back on board the boat, we sat for the most enormous lunch I've
ever seen. Spring rolls, noodles, geoduck, curry chicken, beef wrapped in greens,
prawns, asparagus, salads...it was never ending! Our group of 12 was full, and
our table was still overloaded with half-full serving dishes. Once we reached our next stop, however, we were glad we hadn't
overindulged.</span><br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Eb3cmZmM04/Un8C-Q6WUFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5xYzie4mtc0/s1600/Halong+Bay+Cooper+Kayak+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Eb3cmZmM04/Un8C-Q6WUFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/5xYzie4mtc0/s320/Halong+Bay+Cooper+Kayak+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Exploring caves with Coops</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="color: black;">We stopped in a quiet little cove, surrounded by a number of islands. From here we had the option of swimming, kayaking, jumping to the bay from the roof or relaxing and taking advantage of a foot massage. While Jennifer opted for the latter, Cooper and I ventured out on a kayak to explore the bay and squeeze through a few of the nearby caves. I'm glad we did, as we really got a different appreciation for the bay, the size of the rocks and how the area is ever-changing due to tides and erosion. The caves we explored were caused by continuous erosion from the water lightly lapping against the limestone.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black;">When we got back on board the boat, it was time to jump from the
top deck into the bay. Cooper and Sophia had both looked forward to
this since we boarded PL3. Once they started, it was difficult to get
them to stop, and they (and the other kids) jumped over and over from the top
of the boat. Several of the adult passengers (myself included) did the
same, but the kids clearly took top prize for the most creative and sheer
number of jumps.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaUJn4PjoXQ/Un8DNH3id6I/AAAAAAAAA30/SlvUEEHo8Qo/s1600/j+-+Halong+Bay+Boat+Jumping+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaUJn4PjoXQ/Un8DNH3id6I/AAAAAAAAA30/SlvUEEHo8Qo/s400/j+-+Halong+Bay+Boat+Jumping+1.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RviAVUZZxU/Un8DUfwqI5I/AAAAAAAAA38/FUiTleXDBi4/s1600/j-+Halong+Bay+Sophia+Jump+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RviAVUZZxU/Un8DUfwqI5I/AAAAAAAAA38/FUiTleXDBi4/s400/j-+Halong+Bay+Sophia+Jump+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<span style="color: black;"><br /></span><span style="color: black;">As the day wore on, we headed back to the PL3. On board, we enjoyed another
dinner, a fried spring roll cooking class and a "drinking class"
during which the adults learned how to toast in Vietnamese while drinking
local rice wine. Soon, "Mot, Hai, Ba, Yo!" (<i>cheers in Vietnamese</i>) could be heard
from several boats in the bay, as the guests on other boats nearby took part in
a similar toast on their sun decks.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span>
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlTq5RBfqPU/Un8DjeaHHrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nmBz9zCt8bY/s1600/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlTq5RBfqPU/Un8DjeaHHrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nmBz9zCt8bY/s320/g+-+Halong+Bay+People+6.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Typical House Boat</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
After our second night on board, we enjoyed an early breakfast and sailed back toward the cruise center. Another excursion was available early in the morning, but our group all decided to relax and take in the scenery from the comfort of the PL3 instead. As we sailed to the dock and the cruise center, the wind was picking up and the temperature dropped. The bay wasn't quite as calm, and we all realized we were lucky to get three days of pleasant weather...knowing the people about to board the PL3 were likely to get some rain, wind, and cloudy skies for their journey.<br />
<span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
</div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
At the cruise center, we grabbed a few cold bottles of water and found our driver for the four-hour trek back to Hanoi. This time, I knew full well what I was in for, so it wasn't quite as painful. Besides, we were now looking forward to two more days to explore Hanoi, do some shopping, and enjoy the energy of the busy city. More to come soon on our last days in Hanoi...</div>
<br />
<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7yyDR08vjc/Un8FUC2Af6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/A9xTe8_9mNQ/s1600/h+-+Halong+Bay+Sunset+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7yyDR08vjc/Un8FUC2Af6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/A9xTe8_9mNQ/s400/h+-+Halong+Bay+Sunset+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-43263788750013415882013-11-01T08:21:00.003-07:002013-11-16T19:54:22.482-08:00Advice for Prospective ExpatsFirst, I want to make one thing clear. This post is non-judgmental. If I come off that way, it is not intended. It is just the way I talk and I will be this way until the day I die. In fact, I am completely aware that I am rather judgmental in general about certain things. But this time, I really do not mean to be....<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEINqqq9k3A/UnPMaVdEkAI/AAAAAAAACGg/6GUjNLSOXDc/s1600/toothrelic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEINqqq9k3A/UnPMaVdEkAI/AAAAAAAACGg/6GUjNLSOXDc/s320/toothrelic.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
I'm sitting here having a ridiculously mature conversation with my ten year-old daughter, Sophia, about leaving here in five months. This is the stubborn child who, almost immediately loved Singapore and made friends easily, but who would JUST NOT ADMIT that she loved it here. It was always, "I like it here BUT I like the US better!!" (you can almost picture her sticking her tongue out at us!) <br />
<br />
So with the boys in bed, and us about to embark on a mother-daughter service trip to Cambodia, we had a nice chat.<br />
<br />
We decided on one concrete thing - it is way better to have to leave all these people than it would be to have never met them in the first place. I had stated that on a previous post when a great friend moved home to the US and it's really hitting home now for us. <br />
<br />
But what I really wanted to touch on in this post is the possibility of YOU becoming an expat somewhere. Because you know what, this just didn't fall into our laps. We ASKED for it. You can too. So many of you say you wish you could do what we're doing. Others I know say they would never do it. I get the first half, and I hope to change the minds of the other half. <br />
<br />
Here is our story. In October of 2011, I mentioned to Jason that I would love to go overseas. What is so funny, is that a major part of why I wanted to was because of my high school friend, Amy Harrison Thogmartin. She was my best friend sophomore/junior year and her father (love that man!) was transferred to Singapore fall of junior year. So how many of you are now thinking, "I would never move my kids in high school!" Well you know what, she LOVED it and still has a great network of her Singapore American School Friends. And this was before that whole crazy thing called cell phones and internet. <br />
<br />
This is what has always fascinated me about moving. Most people think it is a detriment to the kids. In MY experience, it was always a good thing. Because of my father's chosen field, human resources, we moved quite a bit when I was a child. Eight times before I got to settle into high school to be exact. Now, I never had to move in high school, unlike Amy, so I cannot personally speak to that, but the other moves were not a problem for me. I know that my brother and sister (twins) maybe didn't like it as much as I did, but I adjusted well each time and I am eternally grateful for what I consider to be a byproduct of that - an ability to easily meet people. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_d6S0S8jMY/UnPMkFSp-lI/AAAAAAAACGo/X6dusalCPyw/s1600/jumpingkids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_d6S0S8jMY/UnPMkFSp-lI/AAAAAAAACGo/X6dusalCPyw/s320/jumpingkids.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
But we're talking just moving up and down the east coast of the US - nothing like Singapore. So back to October of 2011 - I'm already ready to go pretty much anywhere. Jason has moved once - a few miles - in his entire life. I was pretty surprised he was totally on board. He also never had a pet before we met, and our dog is probably more important to him than I am - so go figure. Within a week, he was discussing a possible move to Shanghai with someone. Now I am very liberal in where I'll go, and I still think I would have gone, but at the time Sophia had just gotten over a horrible bout of pneumonia, and I was very nervous over the air quality standards. I remember sitting in our bed at night talking and saying, "If it was just Singapore, we'd say yes in a second!"<br />
<br />
About a week or two later, Jason was approached about a job in Singapore and had an interview with his current boss, who happened to be in New York. They had been searching for someone with Jason's qualifications for a while and had no luck, so they were turning the search worldwide. They clicked and it was soon a done deal. By January, we were in Singapore on our "look see visit". By the end of the month, Jason had a plane ticket out of the US and our house was on the market. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1OmDtQcEZ4/UnPMukJpDSI/AAAAAAAACGw/L_o7ccJMF84/s1600/fiesta1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1OmDtQcEZ4/UnPMukJpDSI/AAAAAAAACGw/L_o7ccJMF84/s320/fiesta1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
I have to tell you all, it has been the most AMAZING experience of my life. We've been to the Philippines, Cambodia, Australia, Thailand, Malaysia, Vietnam, Sri Lanka and Indonesia in less than 18 months. We've seen villages where people sleep on wood slats and have no running water to areas ravaged by tsunamis to the gorgeous Sydney Opera House.<br />
<br />
My children have made friends all over the world. Just last week I was talking to the mother of Sophia's best friend. They will most likely move to Sweden after Singapore, and she (Liisa) has already asked if it would be possible for Sophia to be an exchange student for a year in high school. Great friends just left to go back to Texas and I'm about to book a plane ticket for Sophia to go visit her friend this summer. <br />
<br />
I just cannot describe how life-changing a decision like this can be. There is nothing wrong with living in the same town your whole life (whole set of different positives) but if you want or are ever offered the chance to do something like this, JUST DO IT. It won't always be perfect...what in life is?? But my friend, Jennifer Krouse Tynes, who is currently on a way more difficult expat assignment in Bologna, Italy, would agree with me. I see another expat friend from high school, Amy Chase Erickson, snowed in for eight months a year (I am exaggerating!) in Finland, but she is so happy! It is still worth its weight in gold. Your kids will gain so much in culture and confidence. Not only am I a different person now, but my children are markedly different little people. They have an awareness of things that I never had as a child, and I marvel at the adults they will become.<br />
<br />
And besides all that, it's fun! Jason works his butt off, but we've had the best time ever as a family here. Use your resources and travel as much as you can. We have taken every opportunity given to us, and I just lament not having more time. My favorite places are no longer gorgeous beaches (except one - Batu Batu), but all the out of the way places that I can immerse myself in local culture. I still want to go to Myanmar, Laos, Taiwan, Japan, the Maldives, CHINA, the list is endless....<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WN8Ji5G2wpA/UnPLS33r1AI/AAAAAAAACGQ/NJewiH2A9Cw/s1600/maureenmeandbri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WN8Ji5G2wpA/UnPLS33r1AI/AAAAAAAACGQ/NJewiH2A9Cw/s320/maureenmeandbri.jpg" width="320" /></a>So here I am, less than five months from coming home to the US. I cannot wait to see my friends and family, but I am sick about leaving the people and places here. I really get how the long-term people here don't want to get too attached to us short-term people, because I'm practically in tears on a daily basis and I'm not even going yet. Luckily, we have plans to attend the wedding of two teachers at the school here in June in Georgia, so we can count on seeing a few familiar faces only three months after our return (thanks Maureen and Andrew!!). It really helps. <br />
<br />
Please do your family a service - if you ever have an opportunity to go overseas, no matter how young or old your children are - DO IT. They will thank you, be it sooner or later. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-67147544961149420702013-10-30T00:47:00.000-07:002013-10-30T01:37:20.215-07:00Hanoi - Part One (Live Action Frogger)<div style="text-align: left;">
If you had asked me two years ago, Vietnam would easily have
been among the least likely places I’d travel for a family vacation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In part, due to the historic relationship
between the Americans and Vietnamese, but mostly because it’s really far from
the US and I never imagined it offered anything worth travelling that far to enjoy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We recently returned from a five day visit in Hanoi and Halong Bay, and I now realize how shortsighted and narrow
minded I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHLVrE4DGlU/UnCWX7S6KEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ofHpiSWr544/s1600/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHLVrE4DGlU/UnCWX7S6KEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ofHpiSWr544/s400/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Streets of Hanoi</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Vietnam is the eastern most country on the Indochina Peninsula and is home to more than 90 Million residents (<i>making it the 13th most populated country in the world.)</i> It's about 1/30th the size of the US, with about 1/3 of the population. Do the math, it's pretty crowded.<br />
<br />
Hanoi is the second largest city in Vietnam and is over 1000 years old. It's home to about 6 million people, and by my account, every one of those people
travels by bicycle or moped just outside the front door of the hotel where we stayed, on a daily basis. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Honestly, I’ve
never seen so many people traveling in so many different directions at the same
time!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p><br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-5bpReCJUs/UnCV3y3bgkI/AAAAAAAAA0I/E_mSlTQflAU/s1600/Hanoi+Street+Scene+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-5bpReCJUs/UnCV3y3bgkI/AAAAAAAAA0I/E_mSlTQflAU/s320/Hanoi+Street+Scene+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Live Action Frogger</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
But that seemingly chaotic energy was one of the things that
I really enjoyed about Hanoi.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After
experiencing insane driving in places like Indonesia, Sri Lanka and India, I thought
I had seen it all…but Hanoi somehow took it to a new level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cars, buses, bicycles, mopeds etc. all
managed to travel the streets of Hanoi, dodging each other, and people on foot, with ease. Though, admittedly, very few actually appeared to follow a common
set of rules.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
<br />
We learned late in our visit, “everyone
respects everyone else and so you move slowly, maintain your speed and
direction and everyone adjusts to avoid hitting each other”... well, at least that's what our guide, Johnny, told us on our final day in Hanoi. <i>But, he also told us the reason people wear face masks as they drive all over town is to keep from getting a tan....not because the city has a slight pollution problem.</i> So, take Johnny's guidance with a grain of salt.<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span>
Either way, our frantic, frogger-like hopping
across the street through traffic clearly wasn't the correct technique.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Instead, walking slowly,</span> directly INTO traffic and maintaining a consistent speed is the best way to avoid bodily harm or death. (Caution – don’t try this at home….unless home is Hanoi)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
<br />
Unfortunately, we didn’t meet Johnny to get this advice until our final day in Hanoi, so you can imagine the number of expletives screamed at
us during the rest of our stay. This video really won't do it justice, but hopefully gives some sense of what the scene in Hanoi is like. You may be able to pick out a few expletives in this clip as well:<o:p></o:p><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/MGC_iGZF-BQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGC_iGZF-BQ?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGC_iGZF-BQ?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Unaware of the appropriate traffic “etiquette”, we still
managed to successfully navigate and explore Hanoi without incident.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the evening of our arrival, our group of
12 (Ludts, Bergstroms and Burnetts) walked the city to find a good place for
dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The tallest of our crew, Scott, led
the way (though we all stood a head taller than most Hanoi residents) to <a href="http://www.hanoielegancehotel.com/group/restaurant.htm">The Gourmet Corner</a> where we enjoyed dinner with a view over the entire city.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dinner was quite good, especially with a menu
that catered to the adults’ desire for local cuisine and the kids’ desire for
chicken nuggets and pasta.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> While I enjoyed saying the name of Jennifer's dish (<i>Bun Bo Nam Bo - go ahead and say it...it's fun to say, right?</i>), I preferred the taste of mine (Bo Ong Vau) - or grilled bamboo beef. </span><br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YPWOs11JEDU/UnCgJPlQ8QI/AAAAAAAAA0g/7SKrI2JoZJU/s1600/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YPWOs11JEDU/UnCgJPlQ8QI/AAAAAAAAA0g/7SKrI2JoZJU/s320/a+-+Vietnam+Street+Scene+7.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Street Vendors</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After dinner,
we spent a short time exploring the night market. It consisted of many of the same "treasures" we've seen in other parts of Southeast Asia, including t-shirts, hats, national flags, and every imaginable, cheap, breakable toy your kids could ever want. There were a number of interesting handmade items, but we found that the selection and quality in the surrounding stores was much better. Besides, we were all pretty beat from a day of travel and headed back to our hotel, T<a href="http://www.hanoielegancehotel.com/ruby/ruby.htm">he Elegance Ruby Hotel</a>, to put the kids
in bed and prepare for an early morning, four-hour car ride to Halong Bay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">As usual, we selected the Elegance Ruby Hotel because of its top rating on <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g293924-d1180566-Reviews-Hanoi_Elegance_Ruby-Hanoi.html">Trip Advisor</a>. After a few short hours there, we understood fully why previous guests raved about it. The staff was exceedingly friendly, welcoming and eager to provide anything we needed. We were met with a “good morning” upon reaching the tiny lobby every day, and at breakfast the staff was attentive and accommodating. Cooper loved the attention to detail when he ordered his daily pancakes - with both syrup and chocolate. Sophia loved the multiple juice options and fresh croissants. The front desk staff also offered to track down stamps and to mail postcards back to friends and family in the US, probably because directions to the post office would have been impossible. They were also very helpful in identifying an appropriate guide (Johnny) to show us around the city on our final day in Hanoi. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGGU-DYxjBk/UnCjafdasmI/AAAAAAAAA00/x9AsD6RQfj8/s1600/Elegance+Ruby+Hotel+Room+1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGGU-DYxjBk/UnCjafdasmI/AAAAAAAAA00/x9AsD6RQfj8/s320/Elegance+Ruby+Hotel+Room+1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span>
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">The rooms were very clean and spacious and the beds were very comfortable (which I understand is rare in Hanoi hotels). The kids loved the balloons that sat on each bed when we arrived and the hotel had a small living space on the second floor where we spent two nights enjoying a cocktail and game of cards. Though the staff was reluctant to join us in our card game (when we asked) they were quick to bring a bucket of ice to keep our beer and wine cold. Without question, I’d highly recommend the Elegance Ruby Hotel to anyone visiting Hanoi.</span></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the morning, we all enjoyed our breakfast, packed up our bags and prepared for the long drive to Halong Bay. But before we left, we took a few
minutes to explore the busy alleyway just outside the door of the hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> This was truly one of my favorite parts of our visit to Hanoi. </span><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPvc9YDuie8/UnCge-0Hw3I/AAAAAAAAA0o/rob7I7K_1dM/s1600/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPvc9YDuie8/UnCge-0Hw3I/AAAAAAAAA0o/rob7I7K_1dM/s400/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+6.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Just outside the door of the Elegance Ruby Hotel, Hanoi</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
The evening before, this alley was bustling with
small shops, local street food and the regular flow of mopeds and bicycles zipping
by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I</span>n the morning, it transformed
into a thriving market with fresh produce sold right on the street, off the
back of a moped, and from the occasional basket carried over the shoulders of
tiny women walking the street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
addition, chicken, meat and seafood of all (literally ALL) varieties was being
chopped, ground and wrapped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In some
instances, the market was an extension of the existing clothing or shoe store.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In one case, meat was being chopped at the
counter of the “Rent a Bike” kiosk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
nearly all cases, this market existed directly outside the doors of people’s
homes, who lived either above or behind the shops they worked at.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was truly amazing to witness.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViVKP8e_z-o/UnCjph9mW0I/AAAAAAAAA08/0wRp6zo0PjU/s1600/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViVKP8e_z-o/UnCjph9mW0I/AAAAAAAAA08/0wRp6zo0PjU/s400/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Street Market with Fresh Produce...</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCMU4SVwE10/UnCkhy6N5UI/AAAAAAAAA1I/IaahUoQ4Sk4/s1600/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCMU4SVwE10/UnCkhy6N5UI/AAAAAAAAA1I/IaahUoQ4Sk4/s400/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+3.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>...and More Produce</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Afw5w2sJg/UnCkl18RjoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/nmwTGf8qbL4/s1600/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Afw5w2sJg/UnCkl18RjoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/nmwTGf8qbL4/s400/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+5.jpg" width="265" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Rent a Bike....Get a Free Kilo of Beef??</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After we all had a good look around, it was time to climb into our pre-arranged transportation and settle in for the four hour drive. The next part of this adventure was about to begin...next stop, Halong Bay!<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aryln7Q0NzU/UnCkjlQjb6I/AAAAAAAAA1U/5t_ng7INClg/s1600/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aryln7Q0NzU/UnCkjlQjb6I/AAAAAAAAA1U/5t_ng7INClg/s400/b+-+Vietnam+Hanoi+4.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Friendly Elegance Ruby Staff Helping us with Luggage</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br /></div>
Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-35009468127794730872013-10-28T04:00:00.002-07:002013-10-28T05:06:16.985-07:00A long, long time ago...when I actually had a job...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw_XyJS1x-A/Um5Dq6DV3oI/AAAAAAAACGA/yGbBQ9EZ7CY/s1600/boysmakenoise-example.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw_XyJS1x-A/Um5Dq6DV3oI/AAAAAAAACGA/yGbBQ9EZ7CY/s320/boysmakenoise-example.jpg" width="262" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cooper back in the day!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I have no job. Blah blah blah being a mom is my job of course - but let's be honest. I don't make any actual money doing it and I can watch my favorite shows pretty much whenever I want (for the record, they include Scandal, The Good Wife, The Biggest Loser and Suits to name a few). I have no domestic help of any kind, so I do occasionally have to clean the house, but come on...I have nothing but time on my hands these days. My kids (8 and 10) make their own breakfast and even their own lunch sometimes, and my husband does his own ironing, so if I didn't feel totally guilty I could probably send them off to school/work from the comfort of my own bed. I might have to try that tomorrow.<br />
<br />
But a long time ago, in a country far, far away, I really did work. Really I did! When I graduated from Wake Forest University, I was in the large group of graduates that had NO idea what they wanted to do with their lives. So I did the smart thing (AKA the most stupid thing ever) and went to law school. To say I hated it is a gross understatement. Slaving away in a library researching the most excruciating details for hours just wasn't working for me - especially considering how the student loans were piling up. <br />
<br />
So I left there and did what another large group of college graduates do - asked Dad if he could get me into his company (he was in HR...lucky me!). Being that everyone loves my dad (which means they automatically think I'm just like him...then they get to know me) it wasn't difficult. I worked for a few years at the old school computer company, Unisys, in Marketing, met my husband, then quit when he broke up with me and moved to New York City. After eight months working as Website Content Manager for NYU Medical Center/School of Medicine, the stars aligned (he came to his senses), we got back together and I came back to Pennsylvania to work in Operations for a Sprint PCS affiliate. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtDbHp42trE/Um5AxEGQX6I/AAAAAAAACFo/fUlzqy9eZxI/s1600/logo-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtDbHp42trE/Um5AxEGQX6I/AAAAAAAACFo/fUlzqy9eZxI/s1600/logo-200.jpg" /></a></div>
This is going somewhere, I promise.<br />
<br />
Once I had Sophia I quit my job (there is a much longer story to why but that needs to be told over a few glasses of wine). When I was pregnant, I received two embellished burp cloths from my college roommate, Serena (who owns <a href="http://www.serenaandlily.com/">www.serenaandlily.com</a> - she's some sort of mogul now). They were adorable, but I remember thinking "I could do this, and maybe even better." So my friend Dora gave me her sewing machine, I hit the local JoAnn Fabrics and just like that, <a href="http://www.babysophiagifts.com/" target="_blank">Baby Sophia Gifts</a> was born.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ksd4tqWERaY/Um5AhzFp1GI/AAAAAAAACFc/LBg53hWKw0Q/s1600/violet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ksd4tqWERaY/Um5AhzFp1GI/AAAAAAAACFc/LBg53hWKw0Q/s320/violet.jpg" width="281" /></a></div>
Business quickly grew, but not until Jennifer Garner entered this story did I become super busy. See, a friend from college, Katie, is Jennifer's best friend. I've met her several times over the years and she's just lovely. So one day I get a call from Katie and she asks if I could fedex a couple of bib/burp cloth sets to Jennifer's baby shower (this was for Violet). I almost told her I didn't have time - and if you believe that you are even more gullible than I am. HELL YEAH KATIE! I obsessed for hours over what to send but got them off in time.<br />
<br />
Well wouldn't you know, when I started Baby Sophia Gifts, my friend Whitney started her business, a blog called <a href="http://www.mommieswithstyle.com/" target="_blank">Mommies With Style</a> (this was early in the blog days!). Long story short, she posted about the gift, someone else saw it, posted it on their blog and later that day I get a phone call. From E! Television studios. I will never forget. I'm standing in my kitchen in West Chester, Pennsylvania, with a baby Cooper on my hip heating up his formula. They asked me if my offices were in NYC or LA (uhhhh the answer would be "my basement"). I said Philadelphia. Not a total lie, I was in a suburb! They wanted me to get to the NYC studio for an on-air interview in two hours. Another long story short, I couldn't go so I sent pictures and they got some quotes and my business was front and center on E! News Live that night. That led to segments on two of their "Baby Boom" specials and a blurb in People Magazine. Needless to say, business picked up. I will always be forever grateful to Katie and Jennifer for changing my business for the better!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tK3ZKH7wZ-c/Um5BSKSPGII/AAAAAAAACFs/7WoEsZ5aMZg/s1600/ultimate-navystarsgreen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tK3ZKH7wZ-c/Um5BSKSPGII/AAAAAAAACFs/7WoEsZ5aMZg/s320/ultimate-navystarsgreen.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
So when I moved to Singapore, I wasn't sure what to do. I could have sold the business, but instead gave it to the best sewer I know - my mom! She is going to retire in the next year, and was delighted to have a retirement income possibility! It's been a seamless transition (pun intended) and she's probably better at it than I was. I still help with the website work, but everything else is done by her. When I get back, I have no idea if I'll work with her at all, or start a new business (or just binge watch TV shows). Time will tell I guess.<br />
<br />
So I just wanted to give my friends a little insight into "before Singapore Jennifer". And maybe even "before kids Jennifer" - because that seems so long ago sometimes I forget who that person was. <br />
<br />
If you need a baby gift, please order from our business! I guarantee you will love it! <br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.babysophiagifts.com/"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">www.babysophiagifts.com</span></strong></a><br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-10219667444135140222013-10-23T07:28:00.000-07:002013-10-23T18:29:29.277-07:00Visitors from OZ and a visit to Khao Lak, ThailandLast December, our friends, John and Deb Voger, welcomed us
into their Melbourne home to enjoy the Christmas holiday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When they announced they were planning a
visit to Singapore in September, we were happy to return the favor and invited
them to stay with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> While Singapore is not huge, the Vogers were only visiting for a short while, so w</span>e had all sorts of plans ready, to show them around the island, and to give
them a taste of the very diverse culture and food.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpSONkmcW7U/UmfOqlxZ_yI/AAAAAAAAAyo/etX6ktC-YyQ/s1600/Vogers+at+Botanic+Gardens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpSONkmcW7U/UmfOqlxZ_yI/AAAAAAAAAyo/etX6ktC-YyQ/s400/Vogers+at+Botanic+Gardens.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vogers at Botanic Gardens</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MIPYYzDROI/UmfQ7-3u8QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/56CzswTLUTQ/s1600/Squid+at+Wet+Market.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MIPYYzDROI/UmfQ7-3u8QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/56CzswTLUTQ/s200/Squid+at+Wet+Market.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wet market treasures</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
We visited the Empress wet market on Farrer Road catching a glimpse (and whiff) of local produce, fish heads, raw chicken, seafood and freshly butchered frogs. While the frogs looked tasty, we opted for Nasi Lemak for breakfast instead.<br />
<br />
We walked through the Botanic Gardens, shopped and ate our way along Orchard Road, Joo Chiat Road and Chinatown, and even bared our feet for a treatment at the fish spa, which coincidentally was a highlight for the kids.<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXDhEKagmlI/UmfPBI0xm-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/Ykg901peXfk/s1600/Vogers+at+Fish+Spa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXDhEKagmlI/UmfPBI0xm-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/Ykg901peXfk/s200/Vogers+at+Fish+Spa.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fish Spa</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
We checked out Singapore's coastline, including zip-lining to Sentosa's Siloso Beach, and we visited friends at <a href="http://www.manamana.com/">Mana Mana Beach Club</a> and Singapore's East Coast Park. <br />
<br />
Eventually, the adults managed to get an evening out in Clarke Quay, singing and dancing at the Pump Room and <a href="http://www.highlanderasia.com/">Highlander</a><i> (photo evidence has been expunged) </i>while Josh Voger kept the kids under control at home. From what I remember of our night out, I think we might have been smarter to have Josh provide supervision for the adults instead.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66z6FvFcn-I/UmfRS_PemkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/veffkZ9gvTo/s1600/Lizard+in+the+Park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oys0B-UtfFU/UmfPKgGm5gI/AAAAAAAAAzA/J8CaPXI96uM/s1600/Vogers+at+Mana+Mana+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oys0B-UtfFU/UmfPKgGm5gI/AAAAAAAAAzA/J8CaPXI96uM/s400/Vogers+at+Mana+Mana+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Afternoon at Mana Mana Beach Club</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
Needless to say, we were worn out and ready to relax after
all that running, touring, eating and shopping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were all in need of a vacation from the
Voger’s vacation!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzWYwbO2Qs8/UmfPZat7s3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ySz7w4JrMfg/s1600/Khoa+Lak+Beach+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzWYwbO2Qs8/UmfPZat7s3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ySz7w4JrMfg/s320/Khoa+Lak+Beach+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Khao Lak Beach View</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Thanks to a quick two-hour flight, Thailand offered the perfect destination for some time on the beach, cheap massages, and the opportunity to
relax for a long weekend away from Singapore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p><br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Thailand has been on our “must visit” list since arriving in Singapore, however, we’ve been
pushing it further and further down the priority list, knowing we’d get there
eventually.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It turns out that was a good
plan, because it allowed us to enjoy it with our friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>
We decided on the area of Khao Lak, Thailand,
in order to enjoy the beautiful beaches and a slightly more “family-oriented”
night time scene vs. Phuket, located about an hour further south.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since arriving in Singapore, we’ve become
dependent on TripAdvisor for solid recommendations on hotels – usually opting
for the small boutiques with great guest ratings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time, we found ourselves reluctantly
booking the <a href="http://www.ramadakhaolak.com/">Ramada Resort in Khao Lak</a>, which is clearly not boutique, but was
highly rated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was not
overly thrilled with the idea <em>(Jennifer's note: I dragged him kicking and screaming but couldn't ignore the value and TA reviews!),</em> but must admit we couldn't have selected a better option. The hotel staff was very
friendly, the rooms spacious, clean and comfortable, and the location was
perfect.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5qqdKFz6q0/UmfQE0Kw20I/AAAAAAAAAzo/3A_amKvRwaI/s1600/Ramada+Pool+-+Ryan+and+Cooper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5qqdKFz6q0/UmfQE0Kw20I/AAAAAAAAAzo/3A_amKvRwaI/s320/Ramada+Pool+-+Ryan+and+Cooper.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pool at Ramada Resort</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After about an hour drive from the Phuket airport, we arrived
and checked in at the hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A quick
change into bathing suits, and we immediately headed for the beachfront pool
(<i>and bar</i>) to enjoy a dip and a drink.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
explored the grounds of the hotel for the next hour or so, and couldn’t help
but think of the tragedy that unfolded right where we were standing, just 9 years
earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Khao Lak was hit the hardest of the Thailand towns and the setting of movie "The Impossible" was a resort just down the road from ours.</span><br />
<br />
Reminders of the deadly December 26, 2004
tsunami that rolled ashore all across the Thailand coast are still visible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You notice them in the very prominent
“Tsunami Evacuation” signs, the recently created Khao Lak Tsunami Museum, twisted and broken sea walls, and the Police Boat that remains more than a mile inland
precisely where it came to rest in 2004.<br />
<br />
Though it’s hard to forget what happened, the people of Khao Lak have obviously bounced back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>New and
repaired resorts dot the coast, as well as restaurants, shops, tailors and
massage parlors just about everywhere you look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You could hardly walk more than 20 feet without someone (<i>politely</i>) offering
you a new suit or a Thai massage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
interaction with the locals is what really made us enjoy the location of the
Ramada.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of this local business was
just outside the front entrance and we were very quickly and easily able to
visit the local shops, tiny outdoor bars, and a variety of restaurants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItvSsPHvWfQ/UmhruaHqCoI/AAAAAAAACFE/1GRSxtsUy7Y/s1600/IMG_3872%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItvSsPHvWfQ/UmhruaHqCoI/AAAAAAAACFE/1GRSxtsUy7Y/s320/IMG_3872%5B1%5D.JPG" width="320" /></a>We ate at two excellent local restaurants. The first, Ton Son Restaurant, was located on the beach directly next door to the Ramada. It was obviously a family-owned venture, as the 9 year-old son expertly waited on our table. Seriously, this kid was impressive. The kids loved playing with the family dogs, Whiskey and her pup Vodka (best names ever), which allowed us adults as much time as we wanted. And I have to say it was some of the best food I have ever had, at ridiculously cheap prices. I had to laugh when Deb and Jennifer ordered a bottle of wine - they had to send a staff member to the store to buy it. Guess it's more of a beer-drinking establishment! <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgoqceyqkNM/Umhrpy2KLLI/AAAAAAAACE8/M501DAGaSxo/s1600/IMG_3871%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgoqceyqkNM/Umhrpy2KLLI/AAAAAAAACE8/M501DAGaSxo/s200/IMG_3871%5B1%5D.JPG" width="200" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOKasgaG8O0/Umhr8aa6SZI/AAAAAAAACFM/MY6Q_oU2d5o/s1600/IMG_3876%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOKasgaG8O0/Umhr8aa6SZI/AAAAAAAACFM/MY6Q_oU2d5o/s200/IMG_3876%5B1%5D.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8N_Y-TLg4M/UmhqilfT4sI/AAAAAAAACEs/BzuVm-ofxOo/s1600/IMG_3911%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8N_Y-TLg4M/UmhqilfT4sI/AAAAAAAACEs/BzuVm-ofxOo/s320/IMG_3911%5B1%5D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
Another restaurant that shocked us with the quality of the food was a couple of blocks from the Ramada. I have no idea what the name is but I vow to figure it out. It really did not look like much from the outside, and when we sat down I was admittedly a little nervous. Our tables (we always had a "kid" and "adult" table - ingenious) were next to the exposed kitchen, and wow...it was like something you'd see on Survivor. We watched as huge fresh fish were brought in and butchered before our eyes, with the fillets thrown directly on a gas-powered grill. The menu (like all menus at the local joints) was like 32 pages long - ordering was definitely the hardest part. I can't even remember what we ordered (except for barracuda in a green curry sauce) but as with Ton Son, it was a huge highlight of the trip.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fiRUGUX3IUA/UmhrK9d-gxI/AAAAAAAACE0/NUNuDTOqfz8/s1600/IMG_3884%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fiRUGUX3IUA/UmhrK9d-gxI/AAAAAAAACE0/NUNuDTOqfz8/s320/IMG_3884%5B1%5D.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how we rolled.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5xRxd0FFCA/UmfPji4ZjgI/AAAAAAAAAzU/HQuH5gzVy-E/s1600/John+at+the+Tailor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5xRxd0FFCA/UmfPji4ZjgI/AAAAAAAAAzU/HQuH5gzVy-E/s320/John+at+the+Tailor.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Suit Fitting</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />Unlike many of our recent travels, we actually did very little while in Thailand. Yes, John, Deb and I enjoyed a massage EVERY MORNING (<i>why not, when they are $9 for an hour</i>), and we spent countless hours on the beach and in the pool. John and I also invested in a few new tailored suits, an experience I couldn't pass up while in Thailand. We even became regulars at "<a href="http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Restaurant_Review-g297914-d4353711-Reviews-Cloud_9_Live_Music_Bar_Restaurant-Khao_Lak_Phang_Nga_Province.html">Cloud Nine</a>", where Ramon and "Our Father" played live music nightly.<br />
<br />
<em>Jennifer's note: I must expand on our nights at Cloud Nine. I think Deb and I were there every night, singing and dancing. I learned Ramon's life story and Deb actually invited a honeymooning couple to visit her in Melbourne after a 30-minute conversation. But the BEST part was this drunk guy dancing by himself for eternity. This video is dark, but you can get a glimpse of what we got to watch for about an hour. And awwwww...he tried to give me a paper rose! Unfortunately, when it was time for crazy dancing guy to leave, he got in a car and drove himself away. Scary thought...<br />
</em>
</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkkm-cpjWdzIHRQAq4NKLfnqc49vgASt0-66YMUYjfZddsusGeOqigZVodAK_Ws57g8rPUskhHVcxlY_cC' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div>
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">But, what really made this trip special was the time we were able to spend with the Vogers, as well as other friends visiting Khao Lak at the same time, (The Foulds and Martin families). For the kids, the opportunity to visit with a baby elephant at Le Meridien Resort, jump on the giant surf trampoline, or simply play together around the pool was enough to keep them extremely happy. For the adults, we just enjoyed the delicious Thai food, Singha beer, and an opportunity to relax, share stories, and catch up with old friends.</span><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span>
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">I can't wait for the chance to do it again!</span><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNsfduc3l_U/UmfPtlupV-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/0t12ju5zmpY/s1600/Le+Meridien+Elephant+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNsfduc3l_U/UmfPtlupV-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/0t12ju5zmpY/s320/Le+Meridien+Elephant+1.jpg" width="257" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Resident Elephant at Le Meridien Hotel</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKTB_n5sbcg/UmfP3SlycQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/4Gr5Sd_ZEDk/s1600/Adult+Group+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKTB_n5sbcg/UmfP3SlycQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/4Gr5Sd_ZEDk/s400/Adult+Group+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span>
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span>
<br />
<br /></div>
Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-43877659126967875722013-10-10T21:37:00.001-07:002013-10-10T21:37:43.611-07:00The Worst Part of Expat LifeI love expat life. There are so many people here who whine and complain about the most ridiculous things, but I choose to embrace even the quirkiest parts of daily life here in Singapore. I'm not saying I've *never* gotten annoyed at a taxi driver who refused my business, or dreaded grocery shopping without the use of a car, but overall I can't say I've ever really had a bad day here.<br />
<br />
Until now.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joGUKDEbSuM/Uld87u9hL8I/AAAAAAAACD4/qU4xt0JLu4Y/s1600/meandbri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joGUKDEbSuM/Uld87u9hL8I/AAAAAAAACD4/qU4xt0JLu4Y/s200/meandbri.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
One of my best friends is leaving tomorrow. I had heard that this is the hardest part of expat life, but I really underestimated how it would feel. I moved a lot as a child, and never really struggled with the goodbyes. But this is different and I'm struggling BIGTIME. My friend, Brianna Foulds, is moving back to Texas and I am beyond sad.<br />
<br />
It's funny how sometimes you meet someone and just know immediately that you will be good friends. And in this case, Jason was the one who recognized the potential. As most of you know,<a href="http://www.jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2012/09/injury-abroad-how-dramatic.html" target="_blank"> I broke my leg two months after moving here</a> and was confined to my condo for over two months. During that time, Jason was chief basketball cheerleader for Sophia. I remember so clearly when he came home from her first game and told me that he met someone I should be friends with. A few weeks later, I was able to attend a game and the rest is history.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68S8fkmnJOw/Uld84dL6uVI/AAAAAAAACDs/FFlnzga6J4g/s1600/kidsinchinatown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68S8fkmnJOw/Uld84dL6uVI/AAAAAAAACDs/FFlnzga6J4g/s320/kidsinchinatown.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Not only did Bri and I become fast friends, but our children did as well. Sophia and Savanah shared a love of basketball, Cooper and Gage played a lot of Minecraft, and Kylie...well, she basically played comedienne every moment we were together. Sleepovers, pool play dates and lots of time hanging out together at the school created a really special bond between all of us.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6MWZC_zU4o/Uld9ZSI7CqI/AAAAAAAACEA/w93Lx--xPbY/s1600/kidsonbus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6MWZC_zU4o/Uld9ZSI7CqI/AAAAAAAACEA/w93Lx--xPbY/s320/kidsonbus.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
We were also fortunate to visit Thailand with the Foulds and Martin families (and the Martins are leaving in December!). We stayed at different hotels, but met up for dinner and beach time. Check out the kids with the baby elephant - this is definitely a memory that will never be forgotten!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKvHQ83PJNI/Uld-GfFWAiI/AAAAAAAACEM/TPz2sYNN3xo/s1600/jumpingkids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKvHQ83PJNI/Uld-GfFWAiI/AAAAAAAACEM/TPz2sYNN3xo/s320/jumpingkids.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JsHT7DoQL4/Uld-GXRTECI/AAAAAAAACEQ/NH77E-2EFF4/s1600/kidsandnawman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JsHT7DoQL4/Uld-GXRTECI/AAAAAAAACEQ/NH77E-2EFF4/s320/kidsandnawman.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
So with an extremely heavy heart I must send my friend off. As hard as it will be to say goodbye in a few hours, I am excited knowing I will see her and her children at a wedding of mutual friends in June. And we're already talking about sending Sophia off to Austin for a week this summer. As far as I'm concerned, our friendship is just beginning. <br />
<br />
I love you Bri, and never forget that I am here for you day or night. Good things are ahead for you, and I'm personally excited to watch your life unfold.<br />
<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-2886418984190098602013-10-06T09:18:00.005-07:002013-10-11T05:29:22.629-07:00Sri Lanka's Buckingham Place - Even Better than the Palace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0dHQkb_7pQ/UlGI0005FaI/AAAAAAAACB0/23SO_mfCKEc/s1600/DSCN4460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0dHQkb_7pQ/UlGI0005FaI/AAAAAAAACB0/23SO_mfCKEc/s320/DSCN4460.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "lobby" - and Cooper reading about the country!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
This post is LONG overdue. We were the lucky guests at Buckingham Place in April 2013, and for many reasons (one of which is laziness) it took me this long to post this. I hope many people find this one, because it is very special to me.<br />
<br />
The third leg of our trip took us from the Yala National Park to just South of Tangalle in Rekawa, along the southern coast of Sri Lanka. It is an area known, in addition to its beautiful beaches, for whale watching and turtle hatching. <br />
<br />
As you've realized by now, I use Trip Advisor to pick most of our accommodations and this was no different - just<a href="http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Hotel_Review-g304142-d1943029-Reviews-Buckingham_Place-Tangalle_Hambantota_District_Southern_Province.html" target="_blank"> <strong>look</strong> at the reviews</a> of Buckingham Place and you will know why I chose it. The problem with that, though, is that it then has a <strong>lot</strong> to live up to. Well no worries, my friends, it sure did. I'm just worried that I won't do it justice here.<br />
<br />
Getting there was no easy feat. But getting anywhere in Sri Lanka is no easy feat, so by then it did not even faze us. One-way bridges, seemingly endless dirt roads...eventually we did pull up to BP. We were greeted with a big smile and led to the couches adjacent to the restaurant. There is no lobby building here (why would there be?) and soon we were joined by the owner, Nick Buckingham, for a brief introduction. In his casual local-style garb and pony-tailed hair, he briefed us on some safety issues (i.e. don't let the kids run around with no shoes on just in case they step on a snake) and gave us his laid-back vision of his property. It was quite a refreshing check-in and set a perfect tone for the next three days.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBynKSmncVk/UlGJJMO0i7I/AAAAAAAACCU/ssAoRwHQypM/s1600/DSCN4510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBynKSmncVk/UlGJJMO0i7I/AAAAAAAACCU/ssAoRwHQypM/s320/DSCN4510.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The most gorgeous beaches</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Honestly I was blown away by our rooms. They were huge. We had a main room with a king bed, couch, desk and a twin against a wall. Connecting to that was a very small room, but with plenty of room for a twin bed and a mini-fridge, then a bathroom the size of my master bedroom at home. Check out that shower on the right corner of the picture - and it's open to the sky! As with all of the rooms, the room opened up to a lovely view of the woods and lake below.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uX4ZMIniRcw/UlGI_Ejt1zI/AAAAAAAACCE/VhjImCTnLWA/s1600/DSCN4471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uX4ZMIniRcw/UlGI_Ejt1zI/AAAAAAAACCE/VhjImCTnLWA/s320/DSCN4471.JPG" width="320" /></a> </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoREakIs_jc/UlGJDDQBgmI/AAAAAAAACCM/mm0P7C1gDo8/s1600/DSCN4477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoREakIs_jc/UlGJDDQBgmI/AAAAAAAACCM/mm0P7C1gDo8/s320/DSCN4477.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBXjx2FP2nY/UlGI7SV2FAI/AAAAAAAACB8/LZykvKhe208/s1600/DSCN4469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBXjx2FP2nY/UlGI7SV2FAI/AAAAAAAACB8/LZykvKhe208/s320/DSCN4469.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
To Sophia's delight, the hotel has a resident pony, Ginger, and she just wanders about the grounds day and night. She is super friendly (note from Nick: do NOT let the kids walk right behind her, she will kick!) and immediately became best friend to my children. How many hotels have you been to that have a pony as a housepet? You might remember reading about <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2012/11/our-cambodia-adventure-day-1.html" target="_blank">Tuna the dog</a> from our Cambodia trip...my kids sure do get attached to the hotel mascots!<br />
<br />
The grounds also featured a small but perfectly adequate pool (I believe a larger one is in the future plans) and lounge chairs scattered throughout. If you're looking for a beach resort, a path is situated alongside BP and is a quick two-minute walk. Although the water was too rough to swim in, there is a rock pool nearby that we swam in (and spent a LOT of time examining crabs and shells). <br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5OnKdz-o5s/UlGJdZxF8sI/AAAAAAAACC8/clsoyHOI1eU/s1600/DSCN4651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5OnKdz-o5s/UlGJdZxF8sI/AAAAAAAACC8/clsoyHOI1eU/s320/DSCN4651.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our room was bottom floor on the right</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0gmAfSg0bk/UlGJYZsTIII/AAAAAAAACCs/NcxG1PkzGF0/s1600/DSCN4635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0gmAfSg0bk/UlGJYZsTIII/AAAAAAAACCs/NcxG1PkzGF0/s320/DSCN4635.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The rock pool</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVfZIhtuUac/UlGJOW50inI/AAAAAAAACCc/Ee_6kdP_zaY/s1600/DSCN4523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVfZIhtuUac/UlGJOW50inI/AAAAAAAACCc/Ee_6kdP_zaY/s320/DSCN4523.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
One of the highlights was observing the turtle tracks each morning. This particular beach is known for sea turtle nesting (seven different species nest here), which is really cool but has unfortunately led to some shady business practices. Please do NOT pay the people at the Turtle Conservation Project next door to take you on a late night search. From what we've been told, they do not have the turtles' best interest at heart. <br />
<br />
Another highlight of our stay was the food. The breakfast menu was unchanging, but had enough variety to keep everyone happy. Every day I looked forward to the basket of freshly baked croissants that welcomed us to our table, and being the creature of habit that I am, I had eggs and hash browns every day. Some of the other choices were pancakes, crepes, banana-stuffed French toast and a traditional Sri Lankan breakfast. Needless to say I left the table stuffed every morning. And a shout out to the coffee - it sure beat my morning cup of homebrewed Folger's (and Starbucks for that matter).<br />
<br />
Our nightly dinners were an event. I could not wait each day to see what menu items awaited us. And Nick, ever the most gracious host, makes it a part of his life to get to know each and every guest. I just *cannot* say enough about Nick, his staff and the attention to detail that is obviously important to them. (Note to families - kids need to be 8+)<br />
<br />
But as we've experienced so many times before,<b> it's the people who make the place so special.</b> Nick runs a tight ship, but has to be one of the most caring and respectful employers I have ever witnessed. In his words and actions, it's obvious that he genuinely cares for the well-being of his staff. And they have to be commended on their own right - they are top notch. <br />
<br />
We asked Nick and our driver, Ruan, where to go for an excursion outside of the resort, and we decided on Mulkirigala Buddhist Rock Temple. It was just great - very few tourists, seven caves, lots of steps and amazing artwork. Our guide, Vijay, was just amazing - he was a wealth of information and seemed to really want to educate us on his country. He had previously worked in the office rat race like most of us, and quit his job to live a more peaceful life...the rest of us have gained something from his decision! We climbed, we learned and we paid a small fee to all get a Buddhist blessing. I'll take all the help I can get :-)<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tFydLvJQ6L4/UlGIchfgxyI/AAAAAAAACBM/qAjSqpVPiIc/s1600/mrt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tFydLvJQ6L4/UlGIchfgxyI/AAAAAAAACBM/qAjSqpVPiIc/s320/mrt1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks higher than it really is...but still!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUxRYnQuhBk/UlGIhWxHmMI/AAAAAAAACBs/BK0mz2mdVBw/s1600/mrt5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUxRYnQuhBk/UlGIhWxHmMI/AAAAAAAACBs/BK0mz2mdVBw/s320/mrt5.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amazing paintings!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sfD8mm6mkU/UlGIfqxAg-I/AAAAAAAACBU/lgScT5ZxBrM/s1600/mrt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sfD8mm6mkU/UlGIfqxAg-I/AAAAAAAACBU/lgScT5ZxBrM/s320/mrt2.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vijay, Sophia and Cooper</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvaqr3QdM40/UlGIgE3VqbI/AAAAAAAACBc/7szlZWgvpxo/s1600/mrt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvaqr3QdM40/UlGIgE3VqbI/AAAAAAAACBc/7szlZWgvpxo/s320/mrt3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sophia getting a blessing</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ho6nNQnvQU/UlGJTDgHejI/AAAAAAAACCk/WPA1oa52zzo/s1600/DSCN4604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ho6nNQnvQU/UlGJTDgHejI/AAAAAAAACCk/WPA1oa52zzo/s320/DSCN4604.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The summit at the temple - just unbelievable!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FwFCxGfCl_M/UlGIg5bL1wI/AAAAAAAACBo/5pQeyiza71k/s1600/mrt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FwFCxGfCl_M/UlGIg5bL1wI/AAAAAAAACBo/5pQeyiza71k/s320/mrt4.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sophia purchasing bananas at the entrance</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
On the way from Rekawa to the airport, Ruan stopped at the Tsunami Memorial. It still amazes me that most people just think of Phuket, Thailand when reminded of the 2004 tsunami. Indonesia was hit the hardest, but Sri Lanka also suffered tragic casualties. This particular memorial was for a train disaster, killing 1,700 people drowned in the tsunami. It is hard to describe the feeling when you talk to the locals about the event. In the United States, we go crazy when minor tragedies or disasters happen (As we should...a life is a life) but we cannot comprehend the loss of life that other countries have sustained in comparison.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOiB3TwAEwY/UlGJj1FbYZI/AAAAAAAACDE/IcXR61s2Ido/s1600/DSCN4657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOiB3TwAEwY/UlGJj1FbYZI/AAAAAAAACDE/IcXR61s2Ido/s320/DSCN4657.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2iuMGlrZrA/UlGJm1LETDI/AAAAAAAACDM/iuzNsLbaGDU/s1600/DSCN4658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2iuMGlrZrA/UlGJm1LETDI/AAAAAAAACDM/iuzNsLbaGDU/s320/DSCN4658.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
All in all, I have to say this was one of my favorite trips. Negatives - it takes forever to drive anywhere in Sri Lanka. Positives - everything else. The recent civil wars only ended for good about five years ago, and this amazing country can use all the tourists it can get. Do yourself a favor and visit this lovely place, and tell Nick Buckingham I sent you!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-70095311816734193132013-09-19T05:15:00.001-07:002013-09-19T05:15:54.096-07:00You can't spell "Singapore" without P-S-AContrary to popular commentary about its unbelievable cleanliness, extremely low crime rates and amazing efficiency, not everything in Singapore is perfect. Believe it or not, there actually is occasional litter on the sidewalks, you may come across a police notification informing residents that a bicycle has been stolen, and you might even find yourself waiting for a delayed train from time to time. <i><b>Quelle Horreur!</b></i><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIyGWDKzOOY/UjrgvWyMKbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/6kOr6-xLSB8/s1600/fnlee20e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIyGWDKzOOY/UjrgvWyMKbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/6kOr6-xLSB8/s400/fnlee20e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
Yes, there are some imperfections in the "Disneyland-like" facade of the city, but what would you expect in a city of more than 5 million people? Personally, I think you have to hand it to the Singaporeans...they don't let these blemishes get them down and they are typically addressed head on!<br />
<br />
I first noticed this as I watched the 2013 National Day Rally, during which Singapore's Prime Minister, Lee Hsien Loong, outlined government policy and programs for housing, education and healthcare reform. Sound familiar?<br />
<br />
However, there were distinct differences from a typical USA State of the Union Address:<br />
<ol>
<li>It was actually a policy and future strategy speech, not a partisan campaign speech</li>
<li>Prime Minister Lee actually described specific policy: for example, providing 25 minutes of detail on the actual cost of new housing in a specific housing complex as well as providing details on healthcare coverage thresholds and rules for new school choice programs.</li>
<li>No discussion on foreign policy, funding Middle East regimes, or whether or not the military should be involved in the rest of the world's issues. </li>
<li>No discussion on gun control, legalization of drugs, or undocumented workers etc. It's illegal - end of story.</li>
</ol>
<div>
Obviously, it's a little easier to manage a country of Singapore's size, age, population and border situation - but still, it was interesting to see the difference in approach and content.</div>
<br />
While the speech itself was clearly designed to address the average Singaporean's concerns about their life, their children, and their future, it's only one part of the country's approach to resolve the concerns of Singapore's residents.<br />
<br />
Another tool, very often on display in Singapore are the various government and local company Public Service Announcements (PSAs) that do their best to address several other "issues" across the country. Some advertise new incentives or solutions to some of the biggest domestic issues - while others simply try to influence behavioral change among the residents. Either way, a heavy dose of PSAs are in action across the country.<br />
<br />
Here are a few I find the most interesting:<br />
<br />
<b><u>Public Transportation:</u></b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
The public transportation system in Singapore is cheap, clean, safe and efficient - but I get the impression many local residents expect even more. Ridership is estimated at 2.6 million on the MRT (train system) and 3.4 million on the bus system daily. With more than 100 trains traveling through 102 stops across about 90 miles of track, typical wait times are only 3-4 minutes. Rush hour trains do, however, get crowded from time to time....so I guess this PSA, encouraging residents to travel early for reduced fares, is an effort to address the rare over-crowded conditions. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCJy9LAZkLk/UjreWjxnGhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/rGjMS5iPmUA/s1600/Train+Free+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCJy9LAZkLk/UjreWjxnGhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/rGjMS5iPmUA/s400/Train+Free+1.jpg" width="301" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
And whether you opt for the bus or the train, you're constantly reminded of how to behave. Three new posters have been popping up all around Singapore, reminding passenger to:<br />
<br />
<ol>
<li>Give up your seat to elderly, injured, pregnant, or otherwise in-need passengers</li>
<li>Allow passengers to exit (alight) the train before trying to get on</li>
<li>Move in once you get on the bus, allowing space for others to get on behind you. </li>
</ol>
Personally, I haven't really found any of these situations to be a problem, but I guess I'm not on the buses and trains with the other 6%, 2%, and 4% (respectively) of Singaporeans who don't follow these rules.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQnwiCwVGpk/Ujrn_xuf12I/AAAAAAAAAyY/W52E4KrmyLI/s1600/MRT+-+LTA+PSAs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQnwiCwVGpk/Ujrn_xuf12I/AAAAAAAAAyY/W52E4KrmyLI/s640/MRT+-+LTA+PSAs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<br />
<b><u>Dengue Fever:</u></b><br />
Dengue is a real issue across Southeast Asia, and Singapore is no exception. The virus is transferred by the Aedes Mosquito and there's really no drug to cure it. There are several deaths a year in Singapore, and the only real way to prevent it is keep the mosquitos from breeding. There are annual campaigns led by the National Environmental Agency, encouraging Singaporeans to "Do the Mozzie Wipeout" to prevent breeding and the risk of the disease. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1C1Zmrz3z0">(see the video here</a>)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljqGQUdbUn4/UjrW6BVvRaI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PpsSbsNvpt0/s1600/Mozzie+Wipeout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljqGQUdbUn4/UjrW6BVvRaI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PpsSbsNvpt0/s640/Mozzie+Wipeout.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b><u>Don't Get Rubbed the Wrong Way:</u></b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zZjiuJYW5ck/UjrVoQR-G0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/uhABhk2tBfM/s1600/Rubbed+Wrong+Way.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zZjiuJYW5ck/UjrVoQR-G0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/uhABhk2tBfM/s320/Rubbed+Wrong+Way.bmp" width="270" /></a></div>
Though this is obviously a very serious subject, the ads encouraging women to protect themselves from "predators" and to report abuse would be laughable if they weren't so creepy! Perhaps not surprisingly, these ads have received international attention because the of nature of the ad - which many point out as innapropriate because they portray women as "at fault" for the abuse. I don't necessarily see that - I see them as a reminder that there are creepy people about, so watch your back! Again, the subject matter is no joke, but who volunteers to be the man photographed for this ad?? Might want to get a new agent, buddy.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<b><u>Happy Everywhere</u></b><br />
By far, however, one of my favorite knee-jerk reaction ad campaigns, is the "Happy Everywhere" television ad put out by one of the local cable television / mobile phone providers, Starhub. In 2012, according to some <a href="http://www.gallup.com/poll/158882/singapore-ranks-least-emotional-country-world.aspx">Gallup study on how emotional</a> the citizens of various countries are, Singapore was rated the least emotional country in the world. Not a country and government to let something like a Gallup study define them, a full court press of PSAs, commentary from the Prime Minister, etc. aimed at changing perception, and encouraging residents to show they are "happy". I can only imagine the mayor of Philadelphia - or better yet Detroit - trying to sell this ad campaign! (enjoy multiple videos <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkhXsx6kzyc">here</a>....and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcm03SXBREA">here</a>...and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sk5-DFPm1NE">here</a>...and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaSbbL9rMx0">here</a>..and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPEFojEEW7g">here</a>) - you get the point.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7TIL5KAwt4/UjrbnUPuyfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/I1JAlHJ0LG8/s1600/StarHub-Happy-Everywhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7TIL5KAwt4/UjrbnUPuyfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/I1JAlHJ0LG8/s640/StarHub-Happy-Everywhere.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
While I poke fun at some of these ads, I imagine they are having an impact. I've obviously noticed them. Now, if I can just get Gallup to produce a study stating the price of alcohol is too high in Singapore, and that's what's causing residents to be unhappy...maybe the government will react swiftly and address that domestic issue next!Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-57515654135794470072013-09-12T01:39:00.000-07:002013-09-12T01:51:41.561-07:00Finding a new appreciation for "Paradise in Malaysia"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
Aside from perhaps our first lazy weekend in Bali, we've always tried to experience the local culture, learn some history, and enjoy a little beach and relaxation time during our travels. If you were to ask Jennifer or me to name a favorite destination, it would be quite difficult, but <a href="http://batubatu.com.my/">Batu Batu </a>would be close to the top of both our lists.<br />
<br />
This week, Jennifer and I both gained a much greater appreciation for the tiny island of Pulau Tengah, on which Batu Batu sits, and I felt compelled to share the story.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvMH_IFtFUg/UjErfbim8mI/AAAAAAAAAwA/g1G3d7ihKsU/s1600/Batu+Batu+from+the+Air.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvMH_IFtFUg/UjErfbim8mI/AAAAAAAAAwA/g1G3d7ihKsU/s400/Batu+Batu+from+the+Air.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pulau Tengah, Malaysia</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
It started when we were discussing one of Sophia's latest homework assignments..."identify and define several events that have caused humans to migrate." This was a follow-up assignment to another from a week or so ago when she worked on tracing back the roots of her ancestors. Thanks for the help on that one Grandmas and Grandpas! <i>Side note, turns out I'm a mix of Prussian, German, and Swiss, and some of Jennifer's relatives are also from somewhere in Eastern Europe / Russia. </i> Makes me wonder why we both hate snow so much??<br />
<br />
Anyway - as if her assignment on "causes of human migration" wasn't enough to make me realize how much smarter she is than me, her first few answers regarding European migration to America for better opportunities, and her understanding of the Chernobyl and Fukushima disasters when we discussed them, made it crystal clear.<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmHpVypm_RE/UjEsO1m-lBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/VEgVpZS12FY/s1600/Refugee+-+longbeach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmHpVypm_RE/UjEsO1m-lBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/VEgVpZS12FY/s320/Refugee+-+longbeach.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Borrowed Photo - Pulau Tengah 1970s <br />
(<i>Current "Long Beach" at Batu Batu ?</i>)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
As we discussed other potential causes for migration, I mentioned refugees, thinking mostly about the current situation in Syria. Soon, however, we shifted gears and talked about the 100,000 or more refugees who were crammed onto the tiny island of Pulau Tengah for up to two years at a time as they fled Vietnam in the 1970s. <br />
<br />
The fact that Sophia had been to the island, and we are visiting Vietnam in a few months, made the lesson that much more impactful and personal. Once we found a few blogs and web pages built and maintained over the last few years by some of the refugees themselves, it became a special, emotional learning experience for all of us.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
</div>
<br />
For anyone who read our <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2012/08/paradise-in-malaysia.html">original post on Batu Batu</a>, you may recall the brief history of the island (Pulau Tengah) on which Batu Batu is located. At only a mile wide and several miles off the coast of Malaysia, the island has been inhabited by only three known groups of people. Vietnamese refugees in the 1970s and 1980s, the crew and cast of Expedition Robinson (Swedish version of Survivor) from 1998-2010, and currently, the staff and guests of the Batu Batu resort.<br />
<br />
As we talked and read about the Vietnamese refugees on Pulau Tengah and other islands in the South China Sea, it really made our relaxing weekends of swimming, eating, and dock diving at Batu Batu seem quite trivial... let alone the filming of a reality show.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
Several first hand accounts from refugees who successfully reached the islands, spoke of late night escapes from Vietnam on small, overcrowded "mock fishing boats", without any real sense of where they were headed. Anywhere but there, was a better option for many, it seemed. <br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWxHtULYP6Q/UjEsGbThaTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KdxA0SWd5ZQ/s1600/Refugee+-+boat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWxHtULYP6Q/UjEsGbThaTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KdxA0SWd5ZQ/s320/Refugee+-+boat.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Borrowed Photo - Refugee Boats</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
For many, the success of getting past border patrols was just the beginning of a potentially hellish experience. Many died at sea due to weather and exposure. Others met even more sinister fates when they came across pirates or other vessels at sea, who took what they wanted (<i>including women and children</i>) and killed the remainder of the passengers on board.<br />
<br />
For those who made it safely to one of many islands in the Gulf of Thailand and South China Sea, conditions weren't much better and in some case considerably worse. As I read about several islands off the coast of Thailand, it was clear that death at sea might not have been such a bad end. Needless to say, I didn't share the graphic nature of many of these stories with Sophia...at 10 years old, she's not quite ready for that learning experience yet.<br />
<br />
For those who were fortunate enough to escape Vietnam, avoid the pirates, and bribe their way past patrols, reaching a UN refugee camp began the transition to a new life in Europe, Australia, or the US. While not all survived long enough to reach their new life abroad, due to poor conditions and lengthy waits for approvals to enter a new host country, hundreds of thousands did.<br />
<br />
By nearly all accounts I read regarding Pulau Tengah, life as a refugee at the UN camp on the island was significantly better than the alternatives in Thailand or at sea. It obviously wasn't perfect, and a hugely different experience than anything I could ever imagine, but for many, it sounds as though they have very fond memories of what must have been a chaotic, exciting, and terrifying experience.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MwHiz3x3Os/UjEtBtAdxXI/AAAAAAAAAwU/JSGXAGUVzJQ/s1600/Compare+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MwHiz3x3Os/UjEtBtAdxXI/AAAAAAAAAwU/JSGXAGUVzJQ/s640/Compare+3.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Comparing 1970s Photo vs. 2013</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I won't try to relay the stories that we read, as I can't possibly do them justice, but if you are interested in learning more about the "boat people" who made Pulau Tengah and other islands home, I highly recommend taking a look at these two sites:<br />
<ul>
<li><a href="http://vagabundodlt.wordpress.com/2010/02/19/returning-to-pulau-tengah/" target="_blank">Returning to Pulau Tengah</a></li>
<li><a href="http://refugeecamps.net/tengah.html">refugeecamps.net/tengah.html</a></li>
</ul>
For anyone in Southeast Asia interested in visiting the Batu Batu resort, I hope the stories, photos and commentary makes your visit a little more interesting. If nothing else, it will surely make you appreciate the beautiful experience that awaits you at Batu Batu.<br />
<br />
For those too far away to make the weekend trip to this beautiful island, I hope the information provides some insight and perspective on just how lucky most of us are.<br />
<br />
For us, learning the history of the island was both educational and humbling. We realize how fortunate we are to enjoy this island, and are even more anxious to return to Batu Batu (in October) to learn more about the refugee camp and to see first hand some of the artifacts that remain behind, now 30+ years later.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1fvYmk_Ic4/UjEwTRfFSoI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Mugw-yx297s/s1600/Compare+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1fvYmk_Ic4/UjEwTRfFSoI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Mugw-yx297s/s640/Compare+4.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Comparing 1970s photo vs. 2013<br />
"Arrival Dock Comparison"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doq0vqhb5Sw/UjEtvT36C-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/hSxTimEgjpI/s1600/Compare+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doq0vqhb5Sw/UjEtvT36C-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/hSxTimEgjpI/s640/Compare+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Comparing 1970s photo vs. 2013<br />
(Current view is of Restaurant and Lobby at Batu Batu)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op331kfYCtI/UjEuCpChnqI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wCi7O7opDY0/s1600/Compare+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op331kfYCtI/UjEuCpChnqI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wCi7O7opDY0/s640/Compare+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Comparing 1970s photo vs. 2013<br />
(Current "Sunset Beach" at Batu Batu)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-89385785197494265612013-08-16T05:01:00.000-07:002014-07-16T22:17:19.610-07:00Update on Stamford American International SchoolEach week I receive several emails asking for an update on my <a href="http://www.jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2012/09/the-abcs-of-our-international-school.html" target="_blank">original blog post </a>on Stamford American International School. So on the eve of orientation for the new school year, I figure it's about time to write about how last year turned out.<br />
<br />
Is the school perfect? No, of course not. To say it was would be unrealistic. So here are the pros and cons so far:<br />
<br />
<strong>Academics:</strong><br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA8p-iFgpuA/Ug4TEnlbQGI/AAAAAAAACAw/TvWQY1W8QCo/s1600/fieldtrip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA8p-iFgpuA/Ug4TEnlbQGI/AAAAAAAACAw/TvWQY1W8QCo/s320/fieldtrip.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leaving for the 4th grade overnight camping trip</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I am thrilled with the education my children received last year. I credit most of that to the two teachers my children were lucky enough to get. Cooper had Mrs. Piroshka (PJ) Roth for 2nd grade and Sophia had Mr. Lachlan Wood for 4th grade. When you bring so many children together from so many backgrounds, it is difficult to create a work environment that challenges and supports everyone, and both teachers did an amazing job. When I had concerns (rare) they were addressed immediately and I feel my children were challenged and kept interested. <br />
<br />
I was also impressed with the amount of writing done in both grades, and was especially impressed with the public speaking exposure in Sophia's class. At one point, the kids were required to give a speech running for Class President, Vice President, Secretary or Treasurer, and the speeches were broadcast over the internet for the families to watch. The teacher even gave estimated times for parents so they could plan their day accordingly. <br />
<br />
We are rapidly coming to the end of our time here, and while we were at home in the US last month, both kids had to be tested for entrance to a school upon our return. They had to take part of the Stanford Achievement Test (not to be confused with Stamford :-) and I can tell you that they were *well* prepared for it. The test administrator was extremely impressed, and I attribute much of that to the curriculum at Stamford.<br />
<br />
<strong>Teachers:</strong> <br />
I already praised their homeroom teachers, but I have to also give credit to all the other teachers I have met. I've gotten to know several of them pretty well, and I am confident that my kids are in great hands whether they are in math enrichment, PE, art class etc. <br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFXBRyWps28/Ug4TBeOOy9I/AAAAAAAACAc/Px7fG4DTaqE/s1600/bball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cFXBRyWps28/Ug4TBeOOy9I/AAAAAAAACAc/Px7fG4DTaqE/s320/bball.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They won the 10U Championship!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<strong>Sports and Extra-Curricular Activities:</strong><br />
As far as the after-school activities, they are trying hard and have done a decent job ironing out some glitches. It's not perfect yet, but they've improved the sign-up process each time and they have a good variety of activity choices. If you have a high school-aged child who is a sports star, I am not sure this is the school for you (yet). I implore the school (because I know they will read this) to spend more money and effort on improving the athletics...it really is the key to winning over a huge demographic of parents out there. The kids need better uniforms, access to outside coaching and more diversity of sports.<br />
<br />
<strong>Note:</strong> There are many wonderful first-class coaches at SAIS, and we are lucky to have them. This is meant to suggest that not all coaches should be drawn from the pool of SAIS teachers. If parents have experience coaching, or it is smart to bring in outside coaches to make the teams competitive, then it should be done.<br />
<br />
<strong>Parent Culture:</strong><br />
Coming to Stamford, I was admittedly nervous of the whole "expat mom" culture. I don't get dressed up to go to school (okay, maybe I'll try to look decent at orientation tomorrow, but you will frequently see me in my exercise clothes!) and I am not one of those "ladies who lunch". After meeting the other moms, I feel silly that I was ever worried. I have made some of the most wonderful friends in the last year, and look forward to visiting these friends all over the world for many years to come. <br />
<br />
<strong>School Events:</strong><br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUqd_ysmQhs/Ug4TEtmi22I/AAAAAAAACAs/tAeZZt2vVRc/s1600/fiesta2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUqd_ysmQhs/Ug4TEtmi22I/AAAAAAAACAs/tAeZZt2vVRc/s320/fiesta2.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">International Fiesta</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
The school holds some really great events during the year. One is the International Fiesta, and features a ceremony much like the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. The children line up by country (and are encouraged to wear traditional dress of their homeland) and march around the gymnasium behind their respective flags. Many performances follow, and then country-specific food can be sampled. It was a really cool event, and I was fortunate that my in-laws just happened to be visiting at the time so they could witness it.<br />
<br />
Other major events include a huge, elaborate Halloween party, Christmas party with silent auction baskets provided by each class, and a fancy charity gala in the Spring. The PTA at Stamford certainly works hard!<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzudmvomTfo/Ug4TEmzEVAI/AAAAAAAACA4/OaQmP5nZoR8/s1600/fiesta1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzudmvomTfo/Ug4TEmzEVAI/AAAAAAAACA4/OaQmP5nZoR8/s320/fiesta1.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sophia's Friends at the International Fiesta</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I'm sure I'm missing some things, but I hope this gives interested parties better insight into the school a year later. We have probably only five months left at Stamford and I'm truly devastated to leave. I thought we'd have at least another year, but that's not how it has worked out. <br />
<br />
Best of luck in your school decisions. There are many wonderful schools in Singapore, but for us, Stamford was hands down the right choice. <br />
<br />
As much I want to help, please do not send us questions on the school, as we have already repatriated to the US (March 2014). Best of luck!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-1006365725112567712013-08-15T08:10:00.000-07:002013-08-15T16:49:40.548-07:00End of the silence from Singapore??Perhaps I should have renamed this entire blog "Silent in Singapore" during the nearly three month hiatus since our last update. It was not intentional that Jennifer and I went so silent - far from it. If you haven't realized it yet, neither of us are short on words.<br />
<br />
Truth is, the last three months have been full of both new adventures as well as reunions with old friends and family. When I wrote my last post in May, we had just said farewell to my parents after their visit in Singapore and we were beginning to plan for our own "home leave" return to the US in late June. But before we packed the bags for our return to the States, we managed to squeeze in the end of Sophia and Cooper's school year, and a business trip to Japan and South Korea.<br />
<br />
For the kids, the end of the year was both an exciting and sad experience. Both really enjoyed their teachers and had made great friends at SAIS, so they weren't really in a hurry for it to end. Some of their friends would return to their home countries for good at the end of the year, as their parents wrapped up their work assignments. Luckily for us, most friends were boarding planes for only short visits with family before returning to Singapore again for the 2013 / 2014 school year. <br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZy8Neq3shw/Ugzu9MhpggI/AAAAAAAAAvU/VUg-9vPZ7yM/s1600/Belvedere+Pool+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZy8Neq3shw/Ugzu9MhpggI/AAAAAAAAAvU/VUg-9vPZ7yM/s400/Belvedere+Pool+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Pool party after last day of school</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
On the final day of class, we all enjoyed a great afternoon with a few of these friends (the Foulds and Wihmans in particular) to wrap up the school year and began saying goodbyes before everyone set off on their summer vacations and home leave trips to the US, Europe, etc.<br />
<br />
The end of year party at the Belvedere pool gave way to my next adventure, and I headed directly to the airport for a week in Japan and South Korea. Since arriving in Singapore, both were high on my list of countries to visit and experience, and I was very excited about the opportunity to do so.<br />
<br />
First stop - Tokyo! After an overnight flight, I arrived at a rainy, chilly Narita airport. After nearly 18 months in Singapore, I didn't even consider taking a jacket with me to Tokyo in the summertime, but I sure could have used one on that dreary morning. Once again, I was impressed (perhaps a little disappointed) by the ease of immigration, speed through customs, and the giant, dummy proof signage directing me to the bus for my hotel.<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVvgcwGgeGE/UgzqZIHO4hI/AAAAAAAAAto/gMiOijwWINk/s1600/SAP+Earthquake+Kit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVvgcwGgeGE/UgzqZIHO4hI/AAAAAAAAAto/gMiOijwWINk/s320/SAP+Earthquake+Kit.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>SAP Earthquake Emergency Kit</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After check in and a quick shower at the Intercontinental ANA hotel, I was off to the SAP office with the help of the concierge, <i>who wrote out the address in Japanese, </i>and the white gloved taxi driver, <i>who knew the way</i>. The Tokyo SAP office wasn't all that different from the office in Singapore or NSQ....except that I was one of only two white guys in the building... and the presence of earthquake emergency kits and hard hats at every desk! Luckily, these were not required during my visit.<br />
<br />
Though the office atmosphere was somewhat familiar, the unique challenges of communicating with and working with my Japanese colleagues were not. Dinner, likewise provided a great opportunity to experience Japan and Japanese culture! As expected, there was plenty of Sake, loads of sushi, several traditional Japanese favorites, and lots of laughs with the team.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meC8eOmWAUc/UgzqmvLQMyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/uXJ2gN-jG-4/s1600/Appetizer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meC8eOmWAUc/UgzqmvLQMyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/uXJ2gN-jG-4/s320/Appetizer.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>First Course at Dinner</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ2_T8hh3rI/UgzrAgoyroI/AAAAAAAAAuA/DQPoPrptRU4/s1600/Meiji+Shrine+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ2_T8hh3rI/UgzrAgoyroI/AAAAAAAAAuA/DQPoPrptRU4/s320/Meiji+Shrine+10.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Sake Offerings at Meiji Shrine</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I also did my best to explore Tokyo outside the walls of SAP during my limited free time, and with the help and guidance of some co-workers, I was able to squeeze in a lot during my short stay. The highlights... a visit to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibuya_Station" target="_blank">Shibuya train station</a> and the Hachiko Dog statue (basis for the movie Hachi), the Shibuya "scatter" pedestrian crossing (apparently the busiest in the world), <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoyogi_Park" target="_blank">Yoyogi Park,</a> the <a href="http://www.meijijingu.or.jp/english/" target="_blank">Meiji Shrine</a>, and a walk down Takeshita Street. I also (briefly) checked out Roppongi Hill, but quickly made my way out of the tourist filled, red light district, and took in views of Tokyo Tower from the Mori Tower observation deck. <br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkaEb_eG-UY/UgzrVv4lbJI/AAAAAAAAAuI/jMT8SwIgSQY/s1600/Shibuya+Scatter+Crossing+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkaEb_eG-UY/UgzrVv4lbJI/AAAAAAAAAuI/jMT8SwIgSQY/s400/Shibuya+Scatter+Crossing+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Scatter Crossing - Shibuya</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fY3HYVUlnw4/Ugzq52VrZPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/KpB3kFWzcPU/s1600/Mori+Tower+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fY3HYVUlnw4/Ugzq52VrZPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/KpB3kFWzcPU/s400/Mori+Tower+3.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Tokyo Tower and City - from Mori Tower Observation Deck</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I also got a "local" view of the Tokyo suburbs, albeit hosted by an American colleague, who took me for a Saturday morning jog along the Tama River. Although several nights of Sake consumption made the 10K jog more than I needed, I thoroughly enjoyed this unique perspective of "normal" life just outside the city - in particular, witnessing the intensity of Japanese little league baseball being played on fields along the river's edge.<br />
<br />
As my time wound down in Tokyo, I headed to the Haneda Airport for an EARLY morning flight to Seoul!<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
</div>
Once again, my arrival, immigration, customs clearance, and finding transportation at Incheon airport were a breeze. I arrived at the Intercontinental Parnas hotel in Gangnam-gu, Seoul, way too early to check in, so I decided to spend the time checking out the nearby Bongeunsa Buddhist Temple. <br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuRu_JpgFUk/UgzrzmBSoGI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yFiGHsAa60k/s1600/Bongeunsa+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuRu_JpgFUk/UgzrzmBSoGI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yFiGHsAa60k/s400/Bongeunsa+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Bongeunsa Temple</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
The temple, originally founded in 794, was severely damaged during the Joseon Dynasty between the late 1300s to 1800s - and furthermore during the Korean War. However, it has since been restored, and now provides a unique glimpse into the past among the modern shopping and condo complexes that make up most of Gangnam.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC9hS7mwcWk/UgzzZlgOJKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6Qyc2OqVm8U/s1600/Bongeunsa+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC9hS7mwcWk/UgzzZlgOJKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6Qyc2OqVm8U/s400/Bongeunsa+12.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-welmC2htPd8/UgzzecMNdDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/1CWl35RWQCU/s1600/Bongeunsa+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-welmC2htPd8/UgzzecMNdDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/1CWl35RWQCU/s400/Bongeunsa+14.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Once again, I found my time in the SAP office to be a very rewarding professional experience, and my time at dinner (and the HOURS after dinner) to be very enlightening and entertaining. Let's just say my colleagues were tremendous hosts, who educated me on the wonders of late night drinks like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soju" target="_blank">Soju</a>, Soju bombs, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Makgeolli" target="_blank">Makgeolli</a>, as well as a variety of traditional Korean foods... though I probably could have done without the fermented crab - and that last Soju bomb!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcHZFq-fod4/UgzsnsaE5fI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VPXHLirkBB8/s1600/DMZ+Tour+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcHZFq-fod4/UgzsnsaE5fI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VPXHLirkBB8/s320/DMZ+Tour+8.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Outside the 3rd Infiltration Tunnel / DMZ</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
On my final day in Seoul, I had the opportunity to experience something unlike anything else I've done...a visit to the Demilitarized Zone and Joint Security Area (Panmunjom) between North and South Korea. It was an extremely educational and humbling experience and I would highly recommend it to anyone who visits Seoul. Make the time!<br />
<br />
My particular tour was through an organization called <a href="http://www.koridoor.co.kr/" target="_blank">Korridor</a>, with tours departing from the USO at Camp Kim. The tour included stops at Camp Bonifas, the 3rd Infiltration Tunnel, Dora Observatory, Dorasan Station, The Bridge of no Return, and the Joint Security Area. I'll be the first to admit, my knowledge of the Korean War was very limited before my visit, and I knew nothing about any of the places visited prior to the tour. I'm now so glad to have been educated, and will briefly describe the highlights.<br />
<br />
The first stop was the 3rd Infiltration Tunnel, a 1 mile long tunnel secretly dug by the North Koreans a few hundred feet beneath the DMZ. Intended to act as one of several tunnels to support a secret North Korean attack into South Korea, the tunnel was discovered after a North Korean defector informed the South in 1978. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk9hoGr56gU/Ugzs8KPTFEI/AAAAAAAAAus/R71FRaEjo7w/s1600/DMZ+Tour+17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk9hoGr56gU/Ugzs8KPTFEI/AAAAAAAAAus/R71FRaEjo7w/s200/DMZ+Tour+17.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
Nearby, we also visited the Dora Observatory, from which I got my first glimpse across the most heavily militarized border in the world, and into North Korea. We also stopped at Dorasan Station, the final South Korean terminal on the railway connecting South Korea and North Korea.<br />
<br />
In order to visit the most amazing spot on the tour, the Joint Security Area situated directly on the border of North and South Korea, we first sat through a security briefing and transferred to a different bus at Camp Bonifas. Here, US and South Korean soldiers proudly declare they are "In Front of Them All", in reference to their forward-most position on the Korean peninsula. <br />
<br />
Following instructions to turn off all cameras, our bus entered the DMZ passing through a narrow stretch of road surrounded by explosive-lined barricades, mine fields, and high voltage fencing. If that weren't enough to internalize the nature of the conflict between the two countries, the armed military escorts on the bus and the armored lead vehicle ahead of the bus made it quite evident. Bill Clinton didn't call it the "scariest place on Earth" for nothing!<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YX7Dt-GuWPY/UgztJIFC6nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9IVBgAJu6QI/s1600/DMZ+Tour+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YX7Dt-GuWPY/UgztJIFC6nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9IVBgAJu6QI/s400/DMZ+Tour+18.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Joint Security Area</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZBDAlj3MI/UgztezjvJPI/AAAAAAAAAu8/GVt7yD6Fzbo/s1600/DMZ+Tour+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZBDAlj3MI/UgztezjvJPI/AAAAAAAAAu8/GVt7yD6Fzbo/s400/DMZ+Tour+20.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>North Korea is through that door!</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOPa9g_zcNg/UgztyPIDm4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/RaZLq5Xa4bY/s1600/DMZ+Tour+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOPa9g_zcNg/UgztyPIDm4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/RaZLq5Xa4bY/s400/DMZ+Tour+19.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I see you too, Kim Jong-un</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
After a short drive, we reached the JSA, where we were just a few steps from the border, and eventually were able to set foot into North Korea, while inside one of the South Korean managed buildings that straddle the border between the two Koreas.<br />
<br />
Words and pictures really don't do it justice, and the experience remains one of the most unnerving, exhilarating, and yet humbling of my life.<br />
<br />
Just 72 hours after returning to Singapore from Seoul, I found myself back at the Changi airport, this time headed to the US for a few weeks with family and friends. Looking back on the days before our trip "home" to the US, Japan and Korea both offered truly amazing and unique experiences. Once again, thanks to this blog, I'm forced to recount and document them... and that's a really good thing.<br />
<br />
Hopefully, this update will start the ball rolling again, and you can expect to see more from both Jennifer and I in the coming weeks on this page. After all, we've got plenty to say about our most recent visit with family and friends in Fenwick Island, DE, the corresponding visit from Scott and Kristen Lehman in Singapore... and the beginning of what could be our final 6 months on the "red dot". <br />
<br />
For now, I'm going to actually get some sleep in Singapore - and we'll do our best to avoid being "Silent in Singapore" ever again.Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-87344459230518714762013-05-17T01:03:00.001-07:002013-05-17T01:07:56.542-07:00Sri Lanka Part II - Yala National ParkOk, ok, I know I'm delinquent with this follow-up post regarding our second stop in Sri Lanka...but let's pretend, like most things in Sri Lanka, the slow pace simply adds to the experience. <br />
<br />
If you want the fast video version of our safari trip - here you go. <em>(Jennifer's note: Watch it! It's worth it just for Sophia's "IT'S A JACKAL!" discovery.) </em>For all the details, keep reading!<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q7LTzWmQP8A" width="560"></iframe>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
After <a href="http://www.jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2013/04/a-python-cobra-and-monkey-on-leashin.html" target="_blank">Galle</a>, the next stop on our visit was the Yala National Park on the South Eastern tip of Sri Lanka. But before we could enjoy the wildlife that awaited us, we again hopped aboard Ruwan's van for a harrowing road trip through small villages, bustling street side markets and some absolutely beautiful coastline.<br />
<br />
Traffic was much lighter for most of this drive, though we did encounter our share of delays caused by congested village streets or the occasional water buffalo blocking the road. Likewise, the Express Bus was no stranger to this route and often whizzed by, nearly running us off the road. By now, this barely phased us. <em>(Jennifer's note: Uhhhh, you weren't sitting behind your parents. Trust me, they were phased.)</em><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJP19jxA3NY/UZTxsLXzBpI/AAAAAAAAApg/q_Sdijy3kEM/s1600/Stick+Fishermen+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" pua="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJP19jxA3NY/UZTxsLXzBpI/AAAAAAAAApg/q_Sdijy3kEM/s320/Stick+Fishermen+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
A short way into the drive, we stopped to watch some local fisherman located just off the beach. These "stilt fishermen" are apparently a relatively common sight on the Southwest Coast of Sri Lanka, but for us, it was quite unusual. This method of fishing is said to have started in Sri Lanka after WWII, as fishermen tired of fighting for a spot on the coast's rocky edges and began using large metal posts left over from the War to perch themselves above the water. Soon others realized a sturdy piece of wood would work just as well, and thus, "stilt fishing" was born. Like us, you may ask why they don't simply use nets?? The answer, we were told, is that stilt fishing doesn't disrupt the fish as dramatically as the nets, and therefore, the fish continue to visit the waters close to shore. Disturbing them would cause them to relocate elsewhere, forcing the fisherman to travel further off shore or to more isolated parts of the coast.<br />
<br />
<div style="border: currentColor;">
Not one to pass up the opportunity to try something different (and pose for a good photo op), I took the offer of one of the fisherman, and hopped up on his "petta" - the cross bar attached to the vertical pole. Alas - didn't get one bite!<em> (Jennifer's note: But the fisherman who "offered" up his rod got the tip he requested! Kids, it's true, nothing is free in this world.)</em></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2bV6UhWnt0/UZTxeUIa6rI/AAAAAAAAApY/DaMorjJtRfY/s1600/Stick+Fishermen+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" pua="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2bV6UhWnt0/UZTxeUIa6rI/AAAAAAAAApY/DaMorjJtRfY/s320/Stick+Fishermen+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="border: currentColor;">
<br /></div>
<div style="border: currentColor;">
Back on the road, we zoomed along through a number of small fishing villages before arriving at <a href="http://www.chaayawildresort.com/index.html" target="_blank">Chaaya Wild Yala</a>, our accommodations for the next couple days, located just outside the Yala National Park. We had originally planned to stay <strong>in</strong> the National Park at a tented safari camp, but the government recently forced all such camps out of the park to preserve the natural habitat of the animals. Both Jennifer and my mom were more than happy to change plans and enjoy the comfort of air conditioning, king-sized beds, indoor bathrooms and a fully stocked poolside bar. Truth be told, after arriving at Chaaya Wild Yala, I was likewise pleased we made the change.</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6sny4IjqLE/UZTyR1h7o9I/AAAAAAAAApo/PQYmVs0iBGg/s1600/Chaya+Morning+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" pua="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6sny4IjqLE/UZTyR1h7o9I/AAAAAAAAApo/PQYmVs0iBGg/s320/Chaya+Morning+13.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
The location allowed for some unique encounters with the wildlife, even prior to hopping on a jeep for a safari. Wild boar and water buffalo often roamed the grounds of the resort at night and warnings were provided at check-in about wandering around the grounds alone at night for fear of the animals you may find....more likely, the animals that would find you. This turned out to be good advice, since the buffalo apparently enjoyed the grasses just outside the rooms, and we found ourselves enjoying a glass of wine with an unexpected water buffalo guest one evening. He didn't bother us, so we didn't bother him...besides, we only had one bottle, so we didn't offer him anything. We were also visited at the pool deck by a family of 10-12 wild boar one evening as the kids took a late night swim in the pool. And on our final morning at Chaaya, we found ourselves surrounded by 15-20 mischievous Langur monkeys who enjoyed an early morning drink from the pool and a romp on the poolside lounges and chairs.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8kchmHY6Kc/UZTyjdU82eI/AAAAAAAAApw/414HAJ_PrFU/s1600/Chaya+Beach+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" pua="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8kchmHY6Kc/UZTyjdU82eI/AAAAAAAAApw/414HAJ_PrFU/s320/Chaya+Beach+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
The resort is also just a few hundred yards from the ocean - with several rooms only feet from the beach. We didn't spot any wildlife on the beach itself <i>(except the wild dogs that chased me from it at sunrise one morning....another story</i>), however it was evident by several piles of dung that something large had visited recently. Closer to the water, and away from the dung, the kids were able to enjoy searching for shells with their grandmother, and we all enjoyed watching the rough surf pound the rocks at the shore line. If you visit Chaaya Wild Yala, don't miss the beach. While you really can't swim due to the rough surf, ... it seems to be a hidden gem.<br />
<br />
But before we even had a chance to check out the beach - and barely had a chance to get settled into our rooms - we were on the move, gathering cameras, sunscreen and bug spray, and climbing aboard our private 4X4 for our first safari! We had booked the safari directly through the resort, and I couldn't have been happier with our driver and guide, Priyantha. It was obvious from the start that he loved his job, loved the wildlife and enjoyed creating an experience we wouldn't forget. Even before we left the resort grounds, we spotted several beautiful birds, a large crocodile, and a Langur monkey bounding down the dirt road ahead of us.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kC7OY6m9wS0/UZT2BtfPl_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/bw-rxPr67C8/s1600/Yala+Jeep+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" pua="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kC7OY6m9wS0/UZT2BtfPl_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/bw-rxPr67C8/s320/Yala+Jeep+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Upon reaching the park entrance, we became even happier with Priyantha as we saw firsthand how young and CRAZY some of the other safari drivers were! It's amazing there weren't accidents and flipped trucks throughout the park the way some of these guys drove.<br />
<br />
As we headed into the park, none of us were really sure what we would see, and we all had different opinions on what would be the most exciting. For me, I really wanted to see leopards in the wild. For Sophia, Jennifer, and my parents, I think elephants topped the list. For Cooper, who knows, but I think he was secretly hoping to see Batman - or better yet, a Quidditch match break out somewhere nearby (<i>he's currently obsessed with Harry Potter</i>).<br />
<br />
Luckily, we all got to see what we hoped we would. (<i>except Cooper - no Dynamic Duo, no Hogwarts</i>). I could write an entire book listing the variety of animals and amazing scenes we saw in the park. In fact, Sophia filled up a sheet of notepaper during dinner, doing just that. To name a few, we saw Asian elephants, leopards, monkeys, crocodiles, water buffalo, monitor lizards, spotted deer, wild boar - and one of the highlights, a pack of jackals. We also saw a large variety of beautiful birds, including bee-eaters, eagles, heron, egrets and peacocks.<br />
<br />
Over the course of our two days and nights, and two safaris in Yala National Park, there were clearly three highlights:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XvJTE8mZHo/UZTzFyGvCbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/D_mBSe-l6a0/s1600/Yala+-+Jackal+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" pua="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XvJTE8mZHo/UZTzFyGvCbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/D_mBSe-l6a0/s320/Yala+-+Jackal+4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
The first occurred on the day of our arrival, on our first safari. With hopes of seeing elephants and leopards, the trip began slowly, spotting crocodiles, monkeys, a variety of birds, and plenty of water buffalo. We were having fun, but after a while, I think we were all getting a little discouraged. About that same time, we spotted our first elephant - a pregnant elephant at that - making her way through some dense bushes and trees. Happy to see her, but disappointed she vanished quickly into the forest, we moved on. Soon, we came to an opening where we spotted four more elephants, including a baby. They were only twenty to thirty feet away and they were amazing. After watching them for a few minutes, Sophia spotted a pack of jackals moving across the open plain, ultimately converging on some sort of carcass. Like a scene from National Geographic, we watched as they grabbed hold and tore off pieces of meat, running off to enjoy their meal...pretty cool.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1DwUuDk1qY/UZTzU91TQCI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TKBz2iho6rY/s1600/Yala+-+Leopard+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" pua="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1DwUuDk1qY/UZTzU91TQCI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TKBz2iho6rY/s320/Yala+-+Leopard+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
The second occurred during our morning safari the following day. We set out before the sun was up, and arrived in the park just after dawn. After spotting several elephants the previous day, we all hoped to see more - as well as a leopard or two (<i>and I think Cooper was now trying to spot Hippogriffs and Thestrals....poor kid, no luck again</i>). We spotted more of the usual suspects on our way into the park, and Priyantha led us to an area where leopards often spend the morning. Lucky for us, and about another 15 or so people in the 2-3 Jeeps near us, we spotted a beautiful, large leopard as he sunned himself and walked across a large open rock face. He was maybe 30-40 yards away, but was easily seen against the dark rock. We watched him for about 2 minutes as he slowly placed one giant paw in front of the other and walked across the rocks, eventually disappearing over the other side. Apparently, though the leopards often come to this area, spotting one in the open was quite rare, so we felt very fortunate to have been in the right place at the right time.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TmNDwbjD4s/UZTz3RhpYmI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RGb7Qke2GCQ/s1600/Yala+-+Elephant+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" pua="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TmNDwbjD4s/UZTz3RhpYmI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RGb7Qke2GCQ/s320/Yala+-+Elephant+6.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>
The final highlight came later that same day, and was the most memorable experience of our visit in Sri Lanka. After spotting a leopard earlier in the morning, we were all hoping to end our day with another elephant or two. As with the leopard, Priyantha, masterfully guided us through the park down less travelled paths until we came across another jeep who had spotted a lone elephant in the tree line. We sat and watched for a minute with the other jeep, before they pulled away. About a minute later, we were about to drive off ourselves, when I heard something large making its way through the trees nearby. As we sat in our jeep, alone on the narrow dirt road, ten elephants, including several very young babies, came out of the trees and crossed the road around us. They came out of nowhere, sometimes together, sometimes a minute or two apart. Each time one crossed the path and disappeared into the trees on the other side, we'd hear more rustling of branches as another and another came upon us. One of the adults, as though surprised to see us, stopped, circled, and then came back for a closer look and whiff, trying to figure out what to make of us. I could have touched his trunk as he sniffed the air only a few feet away.<br />
<br />
After that, we knew it would be greedy and ridiculous to think another day in the park would offer a more unique experience. Instead, we enjoyed some quiet, relaxing time by the pool and on the nearby beach. On the morning of our final day at Chaaya Wild Yala, we enjoyed a mix of western and Sri Lankan style breakfast and met Ruwan for another half day of travel across the country to our third and final destination in Sri Lanka, <a href="http://www.buckinghamplace.lk/" target="_blank">Buckingham Place, </a>in the small fishing village of Rekawa...(<i>to be continued</i>)<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5dwLtwjGQU/UZT1mRkJ87I/AAAAAAAAAqo/1hgkCrDAuEo/s1600/Yala+-+Elephant+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" pua="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5dwLtwjGQU/UZT1mRkJ87I/AAAAAAAAAqo/1hgkCrDAuEo/s400/Yala+-+Elephant+10.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1rbB_7Ty3o/UZT1zJcyPFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OZ24jAMkgF8/s1600/Yala+-+Elephant+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" pua="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1rbB_7Ty3o/UZT1zJcyPFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OZ24jAMkgF8/s400/Yala+-+Elephant+12.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="border: currentColor;">
<br /></div>
<div style="border: currentColor;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJCC-gmqXSo/UZT2bLU6XuI/AAAAAAAAArA/adPASVG_A1E/s1600/Yala+Park+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" pua="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJCC-gmqXSo/UZT2bLU6XuI/AAAAAAAAArA/adPASVG_A1E/s400/Yala+Park+.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-65140784834146660452013-05-04T23:30:00.000-07:002013-05-04T23:38:45.815-07:00Best Friends Forever (Hopefully)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjJxQTXhzTY/UYXeiyhUodI/AAAAAAAAB-o/ToNktxEK5_w/s1600/kids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjJxQTXhzTY/UYXeiyhUodI/AAAAAAAAB-o/ToNktxEK5_w/s200/kids.JPG" width="186" /></a></div>
Yesterday I changed my Facebook profile picture to this one taken on our recent spring break trip to Sri Lanka. I can't stop looking at it and it really got me thinking. I am writing this because someday, when my children are fighting over who is going to drive the car or the fact that Cooper is dating one of Sophia's friends (sorry Sophia, you're going to lose that one...), I want to pull this up on the internet and show them. And say, "Look at how much you truly <strong>LIKED</strong> each other!" <br />
<br />
I'm not talking about love. Most siblings "love" each other. You have to, right? It's just the way it is and how it should be.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XgOOH6iiiA/UYX0USHR1zI/AAAAAAAAB_k/zk_9O0VK-QI/s1600/horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XgOOH6iiiA/UYX0USHR1zI/AAAAAAAAB_k/zk_9O0VK-QI/s320/horse.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
But I've always said just because you're born into the same family doesn't mean you automatically <strong><em>like</em></strong> each other. Shared DNA isn't an instant lifelong bond - it is simply science. The bond part you have to work at - you need to have common interests and meaningful experiences to really form a relationship. And maybe just a little bit of luck. There is no option to choose your family, but you can certainly choose your friends. So I can't think of anything better than siblings who grow up being best friends as well.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iihDQyK1Zk/UYX0VL4m8_I/AAAAAAAAB_w/yZ6ucUiMhF4/s1600/picpeople.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8iihDQyK1Zk/UYX0VL4m8_I/AAAAAAAAB_w/yZ6ucUiMhF4/s200/picpeople.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
Every time I watch Sophia and Cooper put on a "concert" for us, play some kind of make believe, or splash in a pool with only each other for hours, I just hope they remember it. Their whole lives they've gotten along beautifully. They've recently started to engage in a little bickering (usually Sophia being a little bossy and Cooper trying to assert himself), but until now they just haven't fought. When people ask me for advice on fighting siblings, I honestly have none to give. I can count on both hands the number of arranged play dates they've had with classmates over the years. I never had to fill their time with outside friends because they were so content to hang with each other. It's almost like a weird twin thing, except they are 22 months apart. <em> (of course they had other friends though!)</em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-lCpJfRy9I/UYX0WXW1iRI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hJXJ7o9doe0/s1600/whispering.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-lCpJfRy9I/UYX0WXW1iRI/AAAAAAAAB_s/hJXJ7o9doe0/s320/whispering.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Now I'm not an idiot. The fact that I am putting this in writing guarantees jail time for at least one of them. You can laugh when Cooper has been sent off to military school and Sophia comes home all "tatted up". It's not going to be smooth sailing all the time, but someday when they are adults and have their own families, I hope they remember climbing the steps of ancient temples and jumping off of remote island docks holding hands. But I also want them to remember simple things like cheering for each other in basketball and the excitement of finishing the last Harry Potter book at the same time.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0odBJ4w2b4/UYX39XuP14I/AAAAAAAACAA/EhY7xtCoIxw/s1600/batubatu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0odBJ4w2b4/UYX39XuP14I/AAAAAAAACAA/EhY7xtCoIxw/s320/batubatu.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>
So listen up kids - someday when there is a <em>(hopefully brief!)</em> time you inevitably can't stand each other, please know that there was another time, a long time for that matter, where you absolutely adored each other. And when you're adults, please heed my advice and don't stop exploring the world together. Don't let silly things get in the way of your bond, like trivial arguments or jobs or geography, or even your ego. Go back to <a href="http://jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2012/08/paradise-in-malaysia.html" target="_blank">Batu Batu</a> and jump off the dock, visit somewhere we never took you, and please...sometimes invite your old folks to join you.<br />
<br />
Don't <strong>just</strong> be siblings. <strong>Choose friendship.</strong><br />
<br />
<br />
<em>**Another inspiration was a simple but funny Facetime conversation I had with my brother Scott last night. Looking forward to July where we can all barbecue, fish, play corn hole (I will beat you) and go midnight crabbing again :-)</em><br />
<em></em><br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-14330717297467738732013-04-23T07:28:00.003-07:002013-04-23T19:16:01.131-07:00A python, a cobra, and a monkey on a leash...in Galle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXyzclguGqk/UXZDl7r5EVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/G2G7vRLu89Y/s1600/b+Galle+Streets+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXyzclguGqk/UXZDl7r5EVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/G2G7vRLu89Y/s320/b+Galle+Streets+14.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>
A man walks down the street with a python, a cobra and a monkey on a leash... No, this isn't the opening line of a bad joke, rather, it was the beginning of our first full day in Galle and the adventure that followed during our week in Sri Lanka....more on that in a few minutes.<br />
<br />
Jennifer, the kids, my parents and I had all arrived at the Columbo Airport in Sri Lanka about 20 hours earlier, all of us prepared for the adventure ahead of us. Surprisingly, in a country that saw the conclusion of a 25+ year civil war in 2009, the airport was modern, immigration was a breeze, duty free was conveniently located, and the only real oddity was the wide selection of kitchen appliances (refrigerators, ovens, etc.) available for sale next to the baggage claim belts. We had hired a driver for the week (Ruwan), and he was patiently awaiting our arrival just outside of customs. So far, so good.....honestly, a little boring!<br />
<br />
After loading up the van, we were quickly on our way towards the town of Galle. But before we could enjoy Galle, we had to endure a 75-mile trip that took FIVE HOURS (and this is not the last time we would experience this). The roads were narrow and congested with bicycles, pedestrians, tuk-tuks, cars, delivery trucks and overly packed "express" buses that would fly by our van at twice our speed and slam on the brakes at the next bus stop. Oh, and I forgot about the random cows that would wander into traffic. If you've been to India, driving in Sri Lanka is comparable. If you haven't, I'd describe it as driving with the congestion of the New Jersey Turnpike, the free ranging wildlife of a petting zoo, the pedestrian traffic of NYC and literally no traffic rules. Exhilarating!<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWSMA0_xSA0/UXZEryY05YI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5UJ_LW78Fqk/s1600/a+General+Streets+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWSMA0_xSA0/UXZEryY05YI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5UJ_LW78Fqk/s320/a+General+Streets+7.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Typical Sri Lanka Traffic</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
After hours of travelling through small, coastal fishing villages and dingy, over-crowded towns, Ruwan recommended we stop at a small turtle sanctuary along the coast, called the <a href="http://www.kosgodaseaturtle.org/" target="_blank">Kosgoda Sea Turtle Hatchery</a>. With Sophia along, this was something we simply could not miss.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6bMjil5cTQ/UXafOp0Pq2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/5i3gr-KrWeI/s1600/IMG_2489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6bMjil5cTQ/UXafOp0Pq2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/5i3gr-KrWeI/s320/IMG_2489.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
We quickly learned that this small turtle sanctuary, along with much of the Southwest Coast of Sri Lanka, had been devastated by the 2004 Tsunami. Now rebuilt, the sanctuary consists of three sandy plots enclosed in loose netting, and about a dozen small concrete pools. The three sandy plots each housed several dozen turtle egg nests, created by the sanctuary to protect new eggs brought there by local fishermen. Three of the pools held one-day old, two-day old and three-day old turtles - while the remaining half dozen pools held older, mostly injured turtles, who could never be returned to the wild. We were all amazed to learn the sanctuary boasts survival rates up to 10 times better than wild nests and we loved the unique opportunity to handle the adorable little turtles, some of which were just hours old.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l_992prCL44/UXZF1MHnxEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/sRrmtDqCOZs/s1600/i+Turtle+Hatchery+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l_992prCL44/UXZF1MHnxEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/sRrmtDqCOZs/s320/i+Turtle+Hatchery+8.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SOaZv84rR5Y/UXafBJBQSkI/AAAAAAAAB94/Mq2iqVPJ_IM/s1600/IMG_2478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SOaZv84rR5Y/UXafBJBQSkI/AAAAAAAAB94/Mq2iqVPJ_IM/s320/IMG_2478.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKGI9X1Q6j0/UXafGD_6ejI/AAAAAAAAB-A/GzfGSvMV0rU/s1600/IMG_2479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKGI9X1Q6j0/UXafGD_6ejI/AAAAAAAAB-A/GzfGSvMV0rU/s320/IMG_2479.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
After this short break, we were back in the van, dodging express buses, tuk-tuks and cows for the remaining hour to Galle.<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7llAZGxhz0/UXZGtVL8dXI/AAAAAAAAAng/5SfGrsP-8K8/s1600/c+Decco+on+44-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7llAZGxhz0/UXZGtVL8dXI/AAAAAAAAAng/5SfGrsP-8K8/s320/c+Decco+on+44-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Deco on 44</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
In Galle, we stayed at <a href="http://www.decoon44.com/index.html" target="_blank">Deco on 44</a>, a boutique hotel, originally built as the private home of a gem merchant in the 1930's. It had a restaurant, rooftop patio, small pool and just seven rooms, each named after the seven bastions around Galle Fort. We loved it.<br />
<br />
We spent the first evening checking out the streets and alleys inside the Galle Fort, which was recently recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The town within the fort walls was quite different from the villages just outside and had a distinctive Dutch Colonial feel. Which makes sense, since the Portuguese first built the fort, but the Dutch fortified it in the 17th century. There were numerous local shops, small businesses and restaurants along the cobblestone streets, but after our long day of travel, we were all ready to sit down for some dinner and our first "Lion Lager". We found a great little place called <a href="http://www.fortaleza.lk/" target="_blank">Fortaleza</a>, originally a spice warehouse built around 1600, where we enjoyed our dinner and cold beer in the restaurant's open courtyard.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2EnfnEODSJ4/UXZH6LDjGuI/AAAAAAAAAn8/tUaSEEkJVQw/s1600/f+Galle+Lighthouse+-+Sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2EnfnEODSJ4/UXZH6LDjGuI/AAAAAAAAAn8/tUaSEEkJVQw/s400/f+Galle+Lighthouse+-+Sunrise.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
The next morning, the kids, my parents and I ventured out at about 5:30 AM to catch the sunrise and some amazing views of the Fort lighthouse. Standing on the fort wall, just a few feet from a 30-foot drop into the Indian Ocean made me a little anxious - even more so since it was dark and the kids were in tow. Still, it was worth the early wake-up for the views and the kids kept themselves occupied with flashlights.<br />
<br />
Later in the morning, we ventured a little further from the hotel, checking out other areas of the fort, including several of the remaining bastions, local churches and the fresh fish and fruit markets, located just outside the fort's walls. It was on these strolls that we met the man with the python, the cobra and the monkey on a leash. (<i>I know...finally</i>). <br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsqKdbca8JU/UXZIgeVGOQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/QBAIbT9QS7o/s1600/d+Galle+Fort+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsqKdbca8JU/UXZIgeVGOQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/QBAIbT9QS7o/s400/d+Galle+Fort+18.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Galle Fort and Clock Tower</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrgjJ0symhQ/UXZIqGlNQaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RabKVaPOy0k/s1600/b+Galle+Streets+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrgjJ0symhQ/UXZIqGlNQaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RabKVaPOy0k/s400/b+Galle+Streets+15.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Fish Market</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixd8BUf544g/UXZJJVFfu4I/AAAAAAAAAog/muTUedeOw-c/s1600/b+Galle+Streets+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixd8BUf544g/UXZJJVFfu4I/AAAAAAAAAog/muTUedeOw-c/s320/b+Galle+Streets+7.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>1 of 2 men with "a python, a cobra, and a monkey on a leash"</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Strangely, this turned out to be the first of two men with a python, cobra and monkey on a leash - and we joked that this 3-piece value-pack must be available as a mail order deal. Both men with the "snake-snake-monkey set" were eager to have us hold the python and monkey as they charmed the cobra, and each time I found myself yelling at Cooper and Sophia to keep them from stepping on the cobra basket! In hindsight, I'm not really sure why I trusted these "professionals" with their snakes and monkeys...but hey, everyone came out alive.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TO8uL0Q7kfU/UXZLOfk1sKI/AAAAAAAAAos/fL0wqvXTjZA/s1600/b+Galle+Streets+10+v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TO8uL0Q7kfU/UXZLOfk1sKI/AAAAAAAAAos/fL0wqvXTjZA/s400/b+Galle+Streets+10+v2.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My favorite photo - note Cooper holding the monkey in the background</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
In the late afternoon, we wrapped up the day with a visit to the Maritime Museum, a Buddhist "Peace Pagoda" and the kids played in the Indian Ocean at Unawatuna Beach. The museum housed some interesting artifacts found just off the coast of the island and we all enjoyed a little bit of air conditioning. At the Peace Pagoda, we were educated on the Buddhist religion, as Ruwan talked to us about the significance of the Buddhist Stupa and the many statues. I think I was "enlightened", so hopefully that will come in handy some day!<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9s8uW6pARE/UXZLkUrlYOI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Pd8rlS79pYU/s1600/k+Peace+Pagoda+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9s8uW6pARE/UXZLkUrlYOI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Pd8rlS79pYU/s320/k+Peace+Pagoda+2.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Peace Pagoda - Stupa</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
At Unawatuna Beach, the kids jumped waves as my parents got acquainted with quite possibly the most handsome man in Sri Lanka...or at least he thinks he is. (<em>He asked them to take his picture.</em>)<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99ihYv_b6X0/UXZL4Tx3FqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rqV50iHc9ms/s1600/j+Unawatuna+Beach+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99ihYv_b6X0/UXZL4Tx3FqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rqV50iHc9ms/s400/j+Unawatuna+Beach+8.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Unawatuna Beach</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r46LDFe1s20/UXZMCawraqI/AAAAAAAAApE/H0YS-YNCFGg/s1600/b+Galle+Unawatuna+Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r46LDFe1s20/UXZMCawraqI/AAAAAAAAApE/H0YS-YNCFGg/s320/b+Galle+Unawatuna+Man.jpg" width="211" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I prefer that my hair remain perfect"</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
In all, we had a packed schedule and again were ready for a relaxing dinner, which we had at Deco on 44. Before bed, we all sat outside on the balcony overlooking the streets of Galle and finished what was left of our Lion Lagers from the fridge. In the morning, we knew we had another few hours on the crazy roads of Sri Lanka on the way to our next stop - Yala National Park... (<em>next update coming soon from Yala</em>)Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-65856544394993765032013-04-16T05:56:00.003-07:002013-04-16T06:00:18.935-07:00Back to Bali<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lzZ1fXbe2hM/UWZnt070W9I/AAAAAAAAB50/wXiNQt_FtqQ/s1600/meandwhit2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lzZ1fXbe2hM/UWZnt070W9I/AAAAAAAAB50/wXiNQt_FtqQ/s200/meandwhit2.jpg" width="179" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2009 New Year's Eve</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Many of you know my great friend, Whitney. We have a funny yet slightly embarrassing story about how we met. We met on a message board on theknot.com while planning our weddings (they were two weeks apart!). When we finally decided to meet in person at a bar, she brought a friend in case I was a nutjob. I brought no one, because I am naive and stupidly trusting by nature. Luckily, she wasn't a nutjob either. That night was the start of a great friendship.<br />
<br />
The reason I mention Whitney is that she is responsible for my latest job. We both quit our "real" jobs when our eldest children were born - I started my <a href="http://www.babysophiagifts.com/" target="_blank">Baby Sophia Gifts</a> business and she wisely chose to enter the new world of blogging. She has had great success with <a href="http://www.mommieswithstyle.com/" target="_blank">Mommies With Style</a>, and has subsequently ventured into a second blog, <a href="http://www.familytraveldiary.com/" target="_blank">Family Travel Diary</a>. Yours truly is proud to be an Asian correspondent, along with Jason!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBUzmkFSho/UWZh_i4y27I/AAAAAAAAB5k/3s1Gbb5gHeA/s1600/IMG_2294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBUzmkFSho/UWZh_i4y27I/AAAAAAAAB5k/3s1Gbb5gHeA/s320/IMG_2294.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
So when I was contacted by a PR person about reviewing two new hotels in Bali, I jumped at the chance. We paid for our own flights (sooo cheap to Indonesia from here) but were set up with rooms for two nights at the Sheraton Bali Kuta and one night at Le Meridien Bali Jimbaran. Breakfast, two dinners, airport transfers and two spa treatments were also included. Lucky for us, both hotels were fabulous so I was able to honestly write glowing reviews.<br />
<br />
Read the full reviews of the <a href="http://www.familytraveldiary.com/2013/04/09/sheraton-bali-kuta-peace-in-the-heart-of-kuta/" target="_blank">Sheraton Bali Kuta</a> and <a href="http://www.familytraveldiary.com/2013/03/19/le-meridien-bali-jimbaran-a-rare-combination-of-chic-and-kid-friendly/" target="_blank">Le Meridien Bali Jimbaran</a>!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-QYJF7Gr20/UWZhxktIsuI/AAAAAAAAB5c/QAMfSiPJ14E/s1600/IMG_2293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-QYJF7Gr20/UWZhxktIsuI/AAAAAAAAB5c/QAMfSiPJ14E/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
The first time we visited Bali, we pretty much just laid at the pool and the beach. This time, we decided to actually DO something. The one thing we did repeat though, was a visit to the Waterbom Water Park in Kuta. I just cannot emphasize how much I love that place. For more info, <a href="http://www.jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2012/06/bali-bali-bo-bali.html" target="_blank">visit our post</a> detailing the first trip. It just has the best slides and is very classy for a water park (I know that sounds strange!). Cooper, however, was not acting "classy" in this picture.<br />
<br />
We also visited the famed "Monkey Forest" in Ubud. It's official name is the Monkey Forest of Padangtegal, and it's a sacred Balinese Hindu site comprised of a few temples and about 700 long-tailed macaques. Locals sit at the entrance and sell bananas to naive foreigners, who in turn get seriously accosted by hungry monkeys. <br />
<br />
Here are two videos to give you a glimpse of the monkey forest shenanigans:<br />
<br />
<strong>1. Monkey thief!</strong><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<object class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M0VZJLShDxA/UWZtILftz7I/AAAAAAAAB6c/meJc3ryN7RU/s1600/IMG_2325.MOV" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fredirector.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D543efd5de8f6fc8c%26itag%3D18%26source%3Dpicasa%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1368259105%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Csource%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D1281E4C152C9991B22B1CDBCA48054AA29EC1969.71F324DB97BF3E06C730C9F2AD7C665A8FBE137%26key%3Dlh1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fredirector.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D543efd5de8f6fc8c%26itag%3D18%26source%3Dpicasa%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1368259105%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Csource%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D1281E4C152C9991B22B1CDBCA48054AA29EC1969.71F324DB97BF3E06C730C9F2AD7C665A8FBE137%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>2. Beetle Ball - we were mesmerized by what the monkeys were doing with this huge beetle!</strong><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxW91NYl83wR0DNFwZdmX5cA18OgyTH4vPSKl_0RcPhVCZ3SEC6ge5mOBRgDABdXlC8OLxWCQEqueVPZrUKXQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />
After finishing up our tour of the Monkey Forest (and after a somewhat traumatic experience for Cooper involving a monkey and a banana - out of respect for him I will not post that video) we were hungry! Our driver took us through "downtown" Ubud and eventually found a restaurant, Adi Asri, that a friend had recommended. It was a perfect combination of local yet Cooper-proof. I had chicken curry (so good, I am shockingly a fan of Indian food in general) and Jason had Nasi Goreng, which translates to "fried rice" and is the national food of Indonesia. It's not as basic as it sounds, and usually includes a meat and fried egg. (I will also not hesitate to order this whenever I see it!) All in all, it was a great end to our day of touring the area.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0w6waHIAyg/UW1BuEiUZxI/AAAAAAAAB7o/mJqBshsXs14/s1600/IMG_2330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0w6waHIAyg/UW1BuEiUZxI/AAAAAAAAB7o/mJqBshsXs14/s200/IMG_2330.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyH2UVLCCZI/UW1Bu6OxTNI/AAAAAAAAB70/oTCaFzAaTpI/s1600/IMG_2331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyH2UVLCCZI/UW1Bu6OxTNI/AAAAAAAAB70/oTCaFzAaTpI/s200/IMG_2331.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NbKGP-2kg7k/UW07DjNzOHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/3RrtMwPhD8M/s1600/IMG_2365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NbKGP-2kg7k/UW07DjNzOHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/3RrtMwPhD8M/s320/IMG_2365.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
The next day we were ready to check out the famed Jimbaran Bay area. Jimbaran Bay used to be just a tiny fishing village, but is now home to many high end resorts and villas, lending it the nickname "the Beverly Hills of Bali". <br />
<br />
The beach and string of seafood places were adjacent to our hotel, so we skipped on over there and randomly picked a restaurant, <a href="http://www.menega.com/" target="_blank">the Menega Café</a>, for lunch. At these restaurants, you just pick your fresh seafood from a huge display, and they grill it right then and there on a bed of coconut husks. We chose lobster, red snapper and prawns. We added some french fries for the Coops and Bintang for the adults for a pretty darn perfect meal. I will let the pictures speak for themselves! (The price in USD for the seafood meal for two in the menu picture is $45 total - check out what you get for that!)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HaiCJhWuINU/UW07EH9SGdI/AAAAAAAAB60/NJf4AaG44xQ/s1600/IMG_2366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HaiCJhWuINU/UW07EH9SGdI/AAAAAAAAB60/NJf4AaG44xQ/s200/IMG_2366.JPG" width="200" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mf_V5pL_JfM/UW07Q45i_KI/AAAAAAAAB7k/fiPU_lsfJwc/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mf_V5pL_JfM/UW07Q45i_KI/AAAAAAAAB7k/fiPU_lsfJwc/s200/IMG_2342.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoZKe3qLrZg/UW07N-45nkI/AAAAAAAAB7E/m9CchYqwYgM/s1600/IMG_2368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoZKe3qLrZg/UW07N-45nkI/AAAAAAAAB7E/m9CchYqwYgM/s200/IMG_2368.JPG" width="200" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv3ZXW6BZvk/UW07Pyn1yrI/AAAAAAAAB7c/1Cw9LwjUu0w/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv3ZXW6BZvk/UW07Pyn1yrI/AAAAAAAAB7c/1Cw9LwjUu0w/s200/IMG_2371.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So after a very busy yet fun three days, we were forced to go home. It's not too hard to go home though, when your view is still palm trees, and it's warm and sunny most of the time (it is definitely warm ALL of the time!). As with everywhere else, we hope to return, but even if we don't, we have plenty of great memories to always remember Bali!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<strong>Next up - Sri Lanka!</strong> </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-70651192676100449102013-04-10T22:58:00.000-07:002013-04-11T03:24:41.276-07:00Sophia and Cooper's Tips for Visiting SingaporeBefore Jason's parents, Ed and Sharon, arrived for their much anticipated visit to Singapore, Sophia and Cooper made a video with some basic tips on living in and touring around the country. <br />
<br />
We will shortly be mounting a marketing campaign targeting the Academy and the Hollywood Foreign Press Association.<br />
<br />
<strong>Best Director -</strong> Jason (the mastermind behind it all)<br />
<strong>Best Actor -</strong> Cooper (the shower scene, come on he deserves it!)<br />
<strong>Best Actress -</strong> Sophia (coming back from the zoo - so natural!)<br />
<strong>Best Executive Producer</strong> - Jennifer (because really, I did nothing and I am fully aware that is not even an award)<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yjfKpUMq0kI" width="560"></iframe><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113238728076676842.post-79561907898953336982013-04-10T00:56:00.000-07:002013-04-10T23:33:52.797-07:00What a Year it's Been!This past month, (Saturday, March 2 to be exact) marked the one year anniversary of my move from the suburban sprawl of Kennett Square, Pennsylvania (USA) to the tropical island city-state of Singapore. <br />
<br />
Over the course of that time, I've had the chance to visit nine different countries - most of which I never thought I would experience in my lifetime. Jennifer, Cooper and Sophia have been with me for most of these travels...and if you include the travels of my beloved pup, Jessie, you can add a tenth country to the list we've collectively visited (due to Jessie's overnight stay at the pet hotel in the Netherlands on her long journey to Singapore).<br />
<br />
We've seen, ate and experienced things that didn't even cross my mind 18 months ago and now, I can't help but think of what's next. (another trip to<a href="http://www.jason-ludt.blogspot.sg/2012/08/paradise-in-malaysia.html" target="_blank"> Batu Batu</a> in two weeks is the answer, if you were wondering.)<br />
<br />
It's hard to put into words what we've experienced, so instead we made a video. We hope you enjoy it - we certainly have enjoyed our first year in Southeast Asia! <br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FG_RkUh2kl8" width="560"></iframe><br />Jason Ludthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829766272683062069noreply@blogger.com0