Friday, July 10, 2015

Kid stories OR Cookies and the bathtub

As always, having kids can mean heartwarming moments and hair pulling moments.  I've got one of each to share.

First, the heartwarming one.

My fifth grader and I made sugar cookies recently.  He enjoys baking sometimes and was thrilled when there were enough cookies to share with his classmate.  "Mom, can I take cookies to school for my classmates?"  Me: Sure.  Just check with your teacher.  Him: I know!  I could pack little cookie snacks for our class walk-about in two days.  Me: Perfect!  My son proceeded to package ziplock bags of three cookies each and each labeled with the student group names for the walk-about.  He did this all on his own without any help from me.  He put all the bags into his backpack for the next day.  I was so proud of him.

Upon returning from school the next day I inquired about how his classmates enjoyed the cookies.  With just a hint of a downcast face he said, "I never gave them to them."  "Why?"  "Because they all got crushed in my backpack."  And with that, he took out the Ziplocks.  Oh!  Such a sad, sad sight, all those crumbs.  I felt so bad!  He was so thoughtful and giving and spent time and care preparing the snack packs, all to no avail.  But he didn't seem too phased, he shrugged, sat down on the couch and logged onto his computer to play a game.

I was very proud of my thoughtful, independent, kind son that day.

Second, the hair-pulling one.

So, my daughter decided that her passion project for school would be to create an auquaponics system similar to one her science class had made last year.  Over the course of several weeks we collected all the needed components like a plastic bin, gold fish, clay beads, net pots, styrofoam slab and plants. The day came for her assemble it all.  I happened to step out when she decided to move forward with the potting the plants phases.  This happened to involve removing the plants from soil pots to replant them in the clay beads. Sounds easy enough and logical enough, but to a thirteen year old brain. . . Not so much.  Her logic told her to loosen the roots from the soil by soaking them in water. . . In the bathtub!

I arrived home to a tornadic disaster in her bathroom which involved a gazillion little styrofoam beads and potting soil over everything.  But the best moment was when I pulled back the shower curtain (mom, we have a little problem).  The bathtub was full of black water deep enough for a luxurious mud bath.  That was the point where she handed me the drain stopper with, "For some reason it's not draining."

(Deep breath.  Count to ten.) 

What are you thinking, Mom?  Say something.

These are going to be the most expensive green peppers I have ever eaten.   Okay,  let's get a pail and you can start bailing over the balcony.

And that's what she did.

Two hours, sixty trips to the balcony,and a gallon of liquid plumber later the bathroom was good as new.

Repotting 101:  don't soak roots in the bathtub to remove soil. 

"My husband is Otterbox"

June 12th

An anecdote.

I am on my usual morning walk around Red Hill.  I have my phone in hand, earbuds in listening to a book.  During my walk I leave our lovely 3 bedroom apartment to stroll past much larger and expensive condominiums overlooking the South China Sea on the southern part of Hong Kong Island.  Perhaps it is only here in this neighborhood that my story can take place.

As I said, I was walking with my phone in hand when a black Mercedes past me, slowed and stopped.  Seeing a Mercedes is not unusual, but seeing one stop and having a woman get out and approach me is.  She wore expensive yoga clothes and carried a small box in her hand.

"Hello," she began.  "I noticed you are carrying your phone and don't have an armband."  

"That's true," I said, puzzled.

"Oh.  Have you heard of Otterbox?"


"Well," she said, "my husband is Otterbox and we are promoting our latest product, an armband for phones and iPods.  Would you like one?"  She held out the small box.

"Sure!  Thank you very much," I stuttered.

"No problem," she finished, turned and walked to her car to drive away.

My phone is Otterbox?  Only in Hong Kong! 

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Mumbai . . . Bombay. . . India! (Thanksgiving Break)

It's everything you've heard.  That is if you have heard the driving is crazy and the people are wonderful.  Or if you've heard that there are random cows that go where they want, including in the road.  Or if you've heard there is wealth and poverty visibly next to each other.  During Thanksgiving Break I had the privilege of travelling to Mumbai (formerly Bombay and still called that by locals) to visit my good friend, who recently moved there.

I got to do a bit of everything - see her prestigious international school, have a driver take me sightseeing, go to an Indian wedding (2 days' worth), eat great food, lounge by the pool and have brunch at an upscale hotel, get mehndi (henna tattoo) on my hand and wear my Sri Lankan saree, meet people from around the world, and talk talk talk to my friend.  Oh, and spend maybe 8 hours on the roads as a passenger experiencing the traffic and road conditions.  I LOVED it, but wouldn't want to drive in it daily.

This was the first trip I took ALONE in a long time!  What a thrill to travel by myself, see my good friend, and just be the "girls" for a long weekend.  As this blog is well overdue, I will let the following pictures tell the tale. Enjoy!
Ready for the wedding reception!

View from the second wedding reception venue.

Installation art in the mall
Close up of the installation art

McDonald is everywhere!

Crazy traffic with no clear lanes

Taj palace

At the Gate of India
Crazy - traffic lights but no clear lanes.


Mehndi on my hand

Side road drama - cow with garbage

Who would ever have imagined? Borneo!

First, allow me to acknowledge a miracle.  Our five day spring break trip to Borneo, Malaysia, was in jeopardy due to the flu.  My son had just finished two weeks with the flu, mostly fever.  The day before we were to fly out, I had full blown flu symptoms.  High fever and aches.  The morning of the flight I was at 102 degrees.  I loaded up on drugs and by noon which was go time I was at 99 degrees and the achiness  had disappeared.  We were off!  While the flu didn't leave me altogether, I did have respite enough to enjoy the trip.

As for the trip itself - one word = amazing.  We went to the area called Sabah to Borneo Beach Villas next to the Nexus Resort, where we were able to use their pool, restaurants and shops.  Our suite was on the beach front and lovely.  

During our five days we took two excursions.  One excursion was to Shangri-la Resort to the orangutan reserve.  According to the Sumantran Orangutan Society, 
  1. "100 years ago there were thought to be 315,000 orangutans in the wild. There are now less than 6,600 left in Sumatra, and less than 54,000 in Borneo. It is thought that Sumatran orangutans may be the first Great Apes to become extinct unless people help to protect them."
Where we were, they had just two five-year olds there.  The rest were gone, adopted (not sure by whom).  But it was a rare privilege spending an hour watching them (from a railed-in platform) in their habitat alone with the myriads of monkeys.  We watched them swing in the trees, pull in a rope and use it as a swing, interact with each other and the pesky monkeys who wanted the food provided by the worker.  It was blasted hot, though, so I was happy we each had our ice/water bottles along.

Our second excursion was to see the proboscis monkeys in the mangroves on the river about an hour away.  We were with two other expat families.  We saw those crabs that have the huge claw.  Hundreds of them on a muddy shore.  And more monkeys.  And a king fisher bird, beautiful.  But seeing the proboscis was more difficult.  We did have a tiny spotting for a few minutes, but never a real good view.  Then off to a buffet dinner by locals with about seven different Malaysian dishes and an amazing sunset.  For some reason there was a heard of cows at the beach at sunset, too.  Interesting.  The highlight was going back to the river after dark to see the stars and the fireflies.  I didn't know humans could communicate with them.  But our guide was a firefly whisperer.  He had a yellow flashlight that he used to speak to them.  As he spoke, they would light up like crazy inthe trees along the shoreline.  Then he would change to a beckoning motion and they would literally come to the boat and fly around and land on us. So super cool.  There were hundreds of lightening bugs! (So, no pictures!)

Other highlights were swimming in the pool and in the ocean.  We also just happened to be in the same place as the neighbors who live directly above us in Hong Kong!  We spent a whole day in the resort pool and ocean with them and then another evening was a nice long dinner together at the Malaysian restaurant.  Quite lovely.

Now for the things that we liked most.  1. The sunsets. 
2. No solicitors. 3. The super warm ocean, and clean. 4. The warm pool. 5. Interesting finds like the brain seaweed and the giant beached jellyfish.   

 6. The Easter Buffet. 7. The fireflies.  Okay, that might not be in the right order.

Altogether, one of the best locations we've traveled for beaching. 

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Things that make you say "Hmmm. . ." (in Vietnam)

Things that make you say, Hmmm.

Clear air.  Pointy straw hats like upside-down tops.  Colorful glowing lanterns.  Rice paddies.  Noodles.  For ten days of winter break, our family ventured off to Vietnam for our first vacation there. While generally vacationing goes fairly smoothly, this trip had its share of ups and downs and things that make you say "Hmmm."

The first of those occurred upon our arrival in Ho Chi Mihn (Saigon) where we were prepared to get our Visas upon arrival.  Perhaps because they are a bit of a developing nation, or perhaps because they just aren't that organised, there were only 2 windows prepared to receive paperwork for Visas.  Hmmm. . . How quickly did the waiting area fill and then overfill with 150 people waiting to process their work.  With a fair bit of butting in line and who knows what else behind the scenes, our wait stretched to two hours before we could pass through immigration and onto our baggage pick up.  In the mean time we were about 2 hours late for a lunch date with friends.  It all worked out in the end, but I'm fairly certain Brent gained 10 grey hairs in 2 hours.

The first big chunk of our trip was in a lovely city in central Vietnam called Hoi An.  We were assured by everyone who has been there that it is one of their favourite cities.  Aside from the weather being a tad cooler than we had anticipated, our four days there were quite delightful.  We did the sort of things everyone does there: get tailor made clothing, shop in the myriad of quaint shops in the Old Town centre along the river where we could easily stop at a restaurant and watch all the beautiful lanterns light up as night approached, get cheap massages, and enjoy the Vietnamese cuisine.  

We also had fun on a half day bike tour of two islands with old friends, biking through rice paddies, waving to so many men and women and children who smiled and said "hello", seeing craftsmen and women creating coconut boats, mother-of-pearl inlay, and rice wine. One little story you might like has to do with the coconut boats which are not made of coconuts but simply have the round shape of a coconut shell.  During Vietnam's occupation fishermen families didn't want to pay taxes on boats to the occupying nation, so instead they fashioned waterproof baskets large enough to hold 2 to four people by day but rice and kitchen goods when not in use!  This way when the tax collectors came, they could say "We have no boat!"  Incidentally, rowing such a round basket is a bit tricky.  I found this to be true when I had to be rescued by the funny old lady who had claimed to be The Sexy One (when she had wanted to say "sixty-one").  On our way back to the ferry at the conclusion of our bike tour and on a remote path, we actually ran into Alec's best friend and family from Korea!  Things that make you go, Hmmm.

Another highlight in Hoi An was the cooking experience.  It was so cool to be guided to the vegetable market at 7 AM to pick up fresh ingredients, then next to the meat market, at which we saw pig and lamb heads on display, then to the fish market (where fishermen arrive with their night's catch around 4 am).  Everything was fresh!  And I was surprised that the fish market didn't smell fishy.  Back at the hotel we had a chef and translator and several work stations set up to make 3 Vietnamese dishes including a mango carrot salad, a hot pot mackerel, and cao lau (a local dish).  Brent looked the least comfortable and coordinated; maybe he should get cooking more often!

From Hoi An we hopped a short flight to Phu Quoc (only after a very frustrating delay and stand-by notice).  Phu Quoc is a small tropical beach island off the south western tip of Vietnam.  It is about the size of Singapore.  With a new airport and roads and resorts springing up here and there, Phu Quoc clearly has its sights set on tourism.  Thankfully, for us, this quaint island is still very authentic.  The water is quite blue, the beaches soft and free of litter with few people selling you something.  Those that are walking the beaches are adults selling pastries or fresh fruit or artwork.  I have to say the highlight of being at Phu Quoc was being with good friends that we hadn't seen since leaving Korea.  What fun to celebrate the holidays and hang out on the beach together.  I was excited to find a huge starfish and the kids gathered twenty or more hermit crabs in just an hour at the beach.  Sun and sand.  What more could you ask for?  New Year's Eve our family ate at the huge buffet at our hotel.  The features there were fresh seafood like mackerel, prawns, oysters, mussels, scallops, and squid.  Then these Wisconsites headed down to the warm beach at dark, took our sandals off and walked two miles just enjoying the moonlight on the water on one side and the restaurants and celebrations on the other, fully aware that for most of our lives this night was spent indoors with the heat cranked to 70.  

And so, 2015 came in quietly.