Red Cabbage

     Tonight was a "night out" for Kev and me.  Occasionally a restaurant will come to our attention and hold it until we finally say "do we have a coupon? Let's go!".  The Red Cabbage was  just such a place and it is listed in the Entertainment Book. Woo hoo! So I dressed up in a nice light, cream-colored outfit my mother sent, Kev put on a shirt that only I appreciate  and we set out into the mild evening.
    The interior rather matches the name-  it's contemporary, but not without a little quirk. A nod to its upscale placement is wonderful artwork of Dom Perignon himself painted on a wall and a five-foot champagne bottle on the veranda. The table linen is white with a sheet of white paper on top. Our waiter is a Dutch guy named Mees (pronounced mace). The menu is short but interesting.  We each order an appetizer, a main and a steamed vegetable to share.
    Oh, look. An amuse buche is delivered to our table before any food. It is a mini cup of bacon potato soup. Yum.  Our appetizers arrive: marron and a sliver of salmon on a cupcake of shredded cabbage for Kev, confit of pork belly with apple squares delicately decorated with a single purple herb stem.  So artsy, so beautiful, so tasty.  Look again, a shot glass of gelati  lemon mousse to cleanse our palates before the main entree.  Nice touch.  Here comes Kev's partridge dish and my venison dusted with cocoa powder on beet puree with ravioli of feta.    And if I had a magnifying glass, I could tell you what it looked like.  Both venison tournedos were hiding beneath a single ravioli.  Kev's partridge came in three different ways: a leg, in a pie and as part of a pairing --and all in miniature. 
     The food was all very good to eat.  The service was  attentive. The prices were not 'other worldly' for Perth.  But microdot servings are what keep people like Kev and I away from restaurants I would otherwise like to try every blue moon.  Even the 25% off coupon  could not bring this otherwise very delicious food into value for money.  Many a restaurant could be doing the public's health some good by reducing portion sizes, but expensive restaurants defy this supersize trend in a serious way. Perhaps a microscope could be made available at each table so people can see what they are eating. And tissues at the register when customers have to part with money for the illusion.
      Kev is now munching on crackers and dip.  And restauranteurs here wonder why business is down.

Thrift Store Interior Decorating

     There are many who subscribe to the "Thrift Store Chic"  fashion theory when filling our closets and decorating our abodes.  I would be one of them.  But, before you poo-poo the idea of wading through other people's discards because one will only look like a bag lady living in a mini-thrift store, let me tell you how  my house will be transformed from Frat House Frump to Asian Spa.  It is already in the process.

     A year before I moved to Australia, I came in for a reconnaissance visit.  Kev had already been here in Perth for awhile and I needed to check his progress and what Perth had to offer.  Kev is a simple man - no frills, no fuss- and the furnishings in the apartment were obviously from the 'Curb and College Cast-off Collection' catalog. He was hoping I could fill-in the one or two accoutrement  he may have overlooked that would surely complete the living space.  

     Every marathon starts with a first step.    Mine was to the local thrift store, also called Op Shops here.  The thrift stores at first were a disappointment.  They did not have the breadth and quality of goods I was used to back home. But then, I knew where the better stores were back home.  And I am more knowledgeable here now, also.  Anyway, back to our story.  I had nearly broken my neck twice slipping on wet tiles when stepping out of the shower, so the first item was to fulfill  functional and safety requirements.  There was a small table full of rolled and rubber banded towels all in disreputable condition: bleached out splotches, holes, fraying ends, etc.  Hiding amongst them was a very heavy, white, terry cloth thing that I thought would work well as a bath mat. I didn't even open it. Just paid the 50 cents and headed out.

     Turns out that it is a genuine bath mat....with its previous owner's name woven on it.  Shiba Park Hotel.  Kev laughed  but the quality was high and it still works ... if a little frayed now.  Fast forward to this afternoon.  I was in an entirely different thrift store up the road.  On my way to looking for something else, I spotted something interesting in the stationery section.  [Stationery. a serious weakness of mine]   There were a handful of red and blue trimmed Airmail envelopes personalized with a pre-printed  return address.    The Shiba Park Hotel!   Oh look, more Shiba Park business envelopes made from serious cotton rag.  Oh, this hotel in Tokyo does their stationery right.  And who pilfers this many envelopes from a hotel? Perhaps the same person who packs bath mats into their suitcase as well?  

      You know I had to have them.   From here on out I am keeping a sharper eye on the local op shops. Sooner or later, my bedding is going to show up. I am also hoping for a few wall hangings and a tea set for the living room and dining room. My bathroom and office are covered.  Clearly, Fate and Destiny want my house to have a 5-star Asian resort look.  I accept my Fate, however long it takes to materialize.

    

Vietnam & Cambodia: Sparklettes

     Just a few random thoughts and photos before the postcards start again from Australia:

Saigon Park

  The Vietnamese loves their parks and plan them for maximum use. Badminton (BIG here) lines are painted everywhere, topiary, chess, shade, etc.,etc.  This is one of my favorite pictures of the whole trip. A mom was teaching her little boy how to jump rope. The rope wasn't moving at all, he was practicing the jumping part. And doing a spectacular job of it.  I regret not getting her address to send her a copy. She loved the shot when I presented it in playback.

Small small businessman

    Not every business needs premises. This scooter repairman set up on a street corner, as did a bike repair guy, a shoe repairman, the lady with a portable gasoline pump, a barber with a mobile clientele, a cold drinks vendor and a slew of fast food merchants. Low overhead costs- we pass the savings unto you!

tailor made in Vietnam

  Going to Thailand or Vietnam?  Get a worsted wool suit made for $60. A dress shirt for $17. Dress slacks for $25.  Having bespoke (that is, custom or tailored) clothing made is high on the list for many tourists. Smart customers bring pictures and give sufficient time to the task. Quality dips on an overnight order. But at these prices...?

AK 47 ammo

           Cu Chi and its underground tunnels and meeting spaces vexed the American army 35 years ago.  Tours now are interesting. Downright tempting  was the offer to shoot clips of ammo for Russian weapons, AK 47s and M60s, etc. We cheaped out of this ("only a whole clip, not individual bullets?") otherwise we would have joined the others on the range. I skipped the claustrophobic tunnel walk.

   Young girls selling bananas to temple tourists in Vietnam over their back fence. Our guide tells us this is good charity.  The money made helps pay for schoolbooks.  We're good with this.

Tortoise soup at Phu

      And finally, what is an exotic vacation without an exotic meal or two?  In Ho Chi Minh (formerly Saigon), there was an unpretentious restaurant named Phu that had a wide variety of meats and dishes. Wild boar, goat, eel, snake,  snail, guinea pig, chicken feet and Kev's new favorite, tortoise. O.K. turtle. Not as cheap as the chicken but Kev does have an adventurous palate.  Phu was popular with businessmen, probably because the relatively high prices (Turtle was a walloping  $11) kept out the riff raff. Couldn't be because of the child size chairs and tables Phu used...

Phu for us

     Time to put the fork down.  Get on the plane -  or click your heels three times - and get back to OZ.  Hope you enjoyed the postcards. There will be an Australian cancellation on the next postcard.

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Vietnam & Cambodia: Toilet Talk

    Funny thing about Asians, they really like their squat, or scout, toilets. [Call them toilets. Restroom , Bathroom, Washroom are simply foreign terms that need translating. WC sometimes works but only if spelled.]  Without discussing their ergonomic (or is that anatomic?) merits, they tend to pose dilemmas for Westerners, especially when first encountered.  What is the best way to do this? And what is that hose for?  The basket?  Time for a toilet talk - a public service to all who may travel through these parts at some point in their life. 

upscale toilet

    If  you are a female, travel in roomy skirts, it will make your life easier. Place your feet on the ribbed track on either side of the porcelain. Make sure your business end is near the depressed area/plumbing toward the back. Notice there is no toilet paper here. If you brought your own, put it in the trash bin or basket in the corner, don't flush it. However, for that fresher feeling, use the water hose (at low pressure, I recommend) for an efficient clean.  Think of it as a mobile bidet.  This toilet is pretty upmarket.  See that red handle on the left side? Turn that to flush the toilet.  Slick.  Usually there is a cistern or a bucket of water so you can manually flush by scooping  water from the bucket into the toilet.

Angkor Wat - #1 in restrooms!

    There is bad news and good news in the restroom department in Cambodia.  First,  public restrooms are a rarity and, of those, few are free. The good news is that Western pedestal toilets are more common than scout toilets.  Important to note, and your guidebooks will tell you as much, that the public restrooms in the Angkor Wat  area are not only free but are downright spectacular in comparison to anywhere else including  budget hotels.  This restroom was photographed several times by tourists while I was in it. Plan your temples, plan your pitstops!

Ferry privy

boardwalk dunny

   Just few snapshots of what you might encounter on the road. Ferries take care of their customers by separating their customers from the water with a pedestal toilet. Pity the engine is exposed on the inside, one female had half her skirt sucked  into the engine by accident.  The now useless bit of fabric was retrieved and the engine restarted.  The cafe in the floating village had an outdoor dunny: a hole cut into the boardwalk and blocked off by a few sheets of corrugated metal.  Whatever are those fish waiting for?

     The picture on the left, a favorite of mine and Kev's, is pretty self-explanatory. And still people don't catch on.  People who have never seen or used a pedestal toilet just can't get the hang of the idea.  Footprints, footprints everywhere.
     One last thing: bring your own toilet paper from home. Take out the core and put it in a small plastic bag. You'll thank me later.

Vietnam & Cambodia: Beauty School of Cambodia

     One of Kev's must-do items while overseas is to get a haircut.  He is enamored by the non conventional  "barber shops" [say, a guy with a scissor, comb, mirror and stool under a shade tree] as well as the price - ranging anywhere from 15 cents to two dollars depending on the country.  It's a tradition all his own.
      In Takeo, our southern most stop in Cambodia near the Mekong Delta, we made a brief overnight stop just long enough for Kev to see some B-grade temple in the afternoon and get a morning start into Vietnam.  I walked around the village instead. And lo, at the end of the street, was the beauty parlor portion of someone's home.  It took only a nanosecond to decide that I, too, wanted a haircut and slipped into hair show mode. I've been a hair model for many a hair show where one surrenders control of their head for the professional education of others. Since you have no idea how you will look at the end of it, 'letting go' is a safe attitude.  

     Anyway, I walked into the shop where two young females were gossiping and giggling.  "Hmmmmm, is it possible to get a haircut?",  I ask in a language they know little of.   Self-referential as all teenagers are, they're reaction was, 'You want us to cut your hair? Cool!'  It didn't dawn on them to perhaps track down the proprietor or her assistant to provide the service.   Why? They just had me hold the magazine with how-to instructions easy for them to see. One advised, the other happily scraping away with a razor scissor.  I maintain the hair model Zen that separates me from hirsute hysteria.  The passing crowd is highly amused by what they see. 

Cutting up in Takeo

    Eventually, a slightly older female (20?) showed up, clucked in a way that said stand back and without consulting either of them finished what they were doing in the back.  Customer then pointed out the uneven lengths in front- "Same...same" is a well known phrase in these parts - and the 20 year-old hacked away at the front with her dull paper cutters.  It's a beauty school cut if there ever was one.
     And now the question that was not asked earlier.  How much? This required a group consultation and it was conducted in hushed, urgent tones. Eventually, they decided the fee was 2000 rial ...  or 50 cents in a more commonly traded currency.  I pay up, money tucked into a random drawer, everyone starts breathing and I continue walking about the edge of town.  After chatting with a fellow tourist near a rice paddy, I returned to the $5 mildewy hotel room along the popular riverfront park. And who do I see?  My entire style team, doubtless banished by the salon owner, walking as a huddled group toward more familiar territory.  
      It's all part of the adventure.  I can see why Kev does it.

Vietnam & Cambodia: Exotic Animals Everywhere

OH BOY!  We've cheaped out on doing a lot of things but not this time in Bayon Wat.  I never heard these magnificent elephants coming. They are surprisingly quiet considering their size and quite majestic, also. For less than the price of one 90 second ride at the Royal Show, we rode this beauty around some minor temples. The mahout steers with his feet behind the ears of the elephant.  It's so touristy, but the other option is to pay a few hundred bucks to learn how to bathe and feed elephants by a greenie organization.  That would cut out a week's worth of travel, so no dice. Call me Tourist.

    Monkeys came out at dusk at Bayon for photo opps and free feeds. Won't shake your hand but happy for the handout. Another critter on the company payroll: Lizards with really long claws and starbursts around their eyes. They patiently sit while visitors to My Son focus their cameras and then slink off into the woods having performed their little show pony bit for the day. Mighty nice of them.

fish massage

  Kev made a few friends himself. Butterflies seem to hover around him at Angkor Wat...or do they just use the same sunscreen Kev does? Way cool was the fish massage. At the (yes, tourist) Night Market in Siem Riep were large fish tanks where you would stick your feet in and kararufa fish would nibble off the dead skin. Felt totally weird at first, but then just settled into a tingle. Afterward you had the softest feet two bucks could buy.

O.K. What is a trip to an exotic country without a few  way out there photos?  Sheep head , anyone? Heaven only knows what the natives did with this.  Many  people roasted a whole pig (or piglet) for the Chinese New Year and displayed it along with other foods as a welcoming gesture. Picturesque to be sure.

Elephant through the gate at Bayon

Vietnam & Cambodia: Floating Villages

      I suppose if there is a lot of water around, it is quite possible that villages will pop up on it.  And I do mean ON it. Tonle Sap  is a well known water district, we gawked at the Stung Sen River floating villages on our way to Battambang.  My own little private joke is to name one of the villages Lifebuoy.  Hey, cracks me up every time I think of it.  I like travelling on the water. Water is cooler and softer than bumpy, dirty roads and the wildlife -four legs, two legs, winged- is fun to watch. Kev gets bored with it [especially when a five hour trip takes eight due to very low water levels] but humors me once a trip because I enjoy it so much. And he gets a little extra sleep in.

boathouse

houseboat

floating UNICEF school

So what do we see over the side of our transport?  Houseboats and boathouses-moored and moving. Churches and hardware stores are pontooned as is the local authorized cell phone dealer.  Ever wonder where that money you collected for UNICEF in little orange cartons every Halloween went to?  I have found at least one floating school UNICEF helped build. Another school had a top floor so kids could run around during recess. [Quick note: school is recommended but not compulsory or free.] I wondered  where kids got the chance to run freely.  Same can't be said for the pigs and chickens in floating pens tied to the house. Animal Alcatraz.
     It doesn't quite look like Venice, but this lady accomplishes her retail rounds just the same.  Notice the scale in the center of her boat. We cruised through an early a.m. floating market. Wholesale only, we couldn't buy just one frost apple. Still, it was fun to watch commerce occurring in an entirely different kind of venue.

boys bathing at the shoreline

     Rivers are the lifeblood of communities the world over. I have gotten incredibly spoiled by living and working in such clear water places like French Polynesia so that the idea of washing the dishes, clothes or myself in murky brown water simply does not  appeal. But no one here thinks twice about it.   These boys are having a fabulous time. Men will wear underwear in the water to lather up. Often a small boat is sunk right at the shores to afford pareo-clad women a little privacy as they scrub and shampoo.
     Eyes forward, the next stop is here.

Vietnam & Cambodia : $1 ATM Machines

    In Cambodia, there are $1 ATM machines. They are highly mobile units which require very little maintenance. They are also known as 'tourists' to the locals.  Every thing costs a buck.  It is such a small amount. Really, what is a dollar here and a dollar there?  Until you realize that you are now paying more for stuff here than back home. And a buck goes muuuuuuuucchh farther here.

deformed hands of silk businesswoman

    I mentioned in the first V&C postcard that Cambodians are not shy about their impecunious state. NGOs and NPOs [non government organizations and non profit organizations] have flooded into the country to help - including for the disabled, by birth or accident. The disabled are just shy of being seen as untouchables here and no social services are set up for them, so NGO assistance in setting up business opportunities goes a long way to help them achieve independence. Many people, including myself, have chosen to make our tourism dollars  really count by supporting such initiatives.  It doesn't make things cheaper...think Fair Trade items and their comparative prices...but I asked a lot of questions about the organization, the profit-sharing scheme and working conditions at the Heritage Handicrafts Fair that conveniently was held while I was in Siem Riep.  A true win-win-win situation was the reed weaving company based at a floating village.  Hyacinthe is choking the river, the villagers need employment. So the hyacinthe is harvested, processed and woven into beautiful baskets, mats, shoulder bags and the like and sold in the big cities. The NGO is helping them establish a business model.
     Don't know what a floating village is?  Stay tuned.

Vietnam & Cambodia: Angkor Wat and Wat Nots

ANGKOR WAT.  Indeed the mother of all temples.  It's huge, like two kilometers squared huge, with wings and side temples. It is possible to buy a seven-day pass to Angkor Wat and its neighbors- better than Disney for folks like Kev who cannot get enough of crumbling architecture.  And the reason we came to Cambodia.  I have to admit, it is impressive.  Not just its size and complexity but the details in the carvings and general workmanship. Most of the interior statues have been carted away to museums (or private collections) but the buildings alone are worthy of the parade of international tourists reading the legends and tenets of Vishnu and Hinduism on the walls. It was over 300 years in the making and finished at the end of the 12th century. In the mid 15th century it was abandoned to fable and the occasional wandering Buddhist. The French stepped forward in the mid-19th century and eventually brought it back to glory.  This is the same story, more or less,  for many of the temples in Cambodia.  Some are only a couple of years into their restoration.

Our lucky day at Angkor Wat.  Some serious filming going on-crew of 22, costumers, catering, the requisite gay guy doing make-up and a bevy of beauties dressed in gold dancing at various location within the temple.  Very Thai in style but it is all glamorous.  Glad to see I wasn't the only one with flowers in my hair.

Of course, Angkor isn't the only Wat around. Before 'temple fatique' sets in, you get to stroll around many other temples, get yelled at for trying to get a rubbing of ancient khmer writing, admire carvings, dodging people selling the same postcard sets or scarves and watch guys making genuine antiques for sale.

Here is an example of what a few hundred years can do to a temple. Plant life can sneak in between stones, wedge them apart and tumble them onto the ground.  Or, what the hey, just grow around the temple like the picture on the right.  There were a number of small and large temples held hostage by tree roots.  Our temple pass is about to expire. Take a last look and we'll move on.

Vietnam & Cambodia: Intro and Comparisons

Bayon face

   The Indochine Peninsula Adventure  was completed (the eastern half anyway) with our recent temple tour of Cambodia and Vietnam.  Add our visit to Laos over a year ago and the whole experience invites comparison of its composite countries.

    There are similarities: the endless grit, rice fields abound,  bicycles as preferred transportation, everyone is short and everything is cheaper than back home-to name a few.  And to the differences...

    Laos. The poorest of the three countries, but with quiet dignity. If a person had only two shirts, one would be clean and that would be the one he would be wearing. After the damage of the Vietnam War (called the American War in these parts) people picked themselves up and got on with life and living in a very resourceful way.  There are some local business initiatives designed to help neighborhoods market their handcrafted goods to tourists. The one national road, as basic and unimproved  as it is (especially in the countryside) goes where people need to go.

Angkor Wat

     Cambodia.  Home to the massive Angkor Wat and a jillion other temples in various states of excavation & reparation all calling the tourists streaming into the country.  Tourism is the second largest industry in Cambodia beaten only by the business of "Being Poor".  From king to tuk-tuk driver, everyone is only too eager to tell you how poor they are.  The beggars, touts and salespeople were persistent to an annoying degree everywhere. Even the post office got into the act by selling bundles of stamps for amounts ($1) greater than face value of the postage. No individual stamp sales.  Sigh.  Get the picture?

     Vietnam.  We walked across the border from Cambodia to Vietnam and the difference was noticeable almost right away.  Vietnam is a much more prosperous nation. It's greener.  The food is definitely better. And it is loaded with shysters who feel that not only should tourists pay more than locals but should get their "heads shaved" (dramatically overcharged) on top of it. Hey, the Communists may have won the war, but Capitalism (Ho Chi Minh-style) Rules the Day. You'll bump into the odd Vietnamese who does not make such a distinction and keeps you from painting the entire population with the same brush. [hint: take metered taxis and if you can't shop at a fixed price store, bargain HARD]  Vietnam also has a serious sleaze factor, especially in tourist areas.

Chinese New Year spread

     You might ask, and I sure wondered, if an American in these parts would be on the receiving end of ill-will or worse because of their citizenship and the war.  The quick answer is no.  That kind of sentiment was only found in parts of government museums. Any tongue lashings I received were from vendors because I refused to buy something they had been hounding me about for the last ten minutes- and that had nothing to do with my nationality.  

     O.K.  from here we go to a few notable bits.   

    

PIAF - Apollo 13: Mission Control

      Yes, I have yet to make a single post about my recent vacation (I'm blaming the excruciating heat outside/in the computer room for that) but I just had an adventure that cannot wait. The Perth International Arts Festival is back (I've blogged on this before) and besides the Writer's Festival I'll be attending, one other event caught my eye and imagination.
      The Apollo 13: Mission Control       Hands-on experience filled with action, confusion (planned and otherwise), laughs and drama.

At Mission Control

Pad Comms , Green Team

Never mind sitting in the Press Gallery watching the action. I paid the big bucks to be part of the action. I'm not sure any of us knew how the event was supposed to play out, so I'm sure a confusion not found in real life and only marginally in the movie added to the drama and thrill. No dozing on this job!  Turns out, I was part of Pad Comms.  I had a phone!  I even got to raise the alert about geese getting too close to the engines. The guy on the other end of my hotline told me about them.  Not on cue (still trying to figure out where we fit in with the professional actors leading it) but not to be deterred from my duties, I interrupted some very boring personnel talk to stand up and notify EVERYONE that  geese were becoming a problem on the launch pad.  Not sure the actors were thrilled with me (or my camera, for that matter) but improv is the name of this game after all.  And it was a crucial point later on in the flight.

Action viewed from my station

Captain Lovell and team

 A surprising number of very young kids were there. Ten and over I can understand, but five year-olds?  Little ability to comprehend what was going on.  One lucky 14 year-old got MY spot on the spaceship. He's on the far right in the astronaut shot. Subbing for the sick astronaut exposed to the measles.  But I'm not bitter.  
     O.K. Most of us knew how this played out at the end.  Even expected the shouting match between  a frustrated, grounded astronaut and the head of Mission Control.  But it was loads of fun, especially once we figured out where we fit in in this highly interactive performance.  I went for my Uncle Norm- a long time NASA and aeronautics fan.   His enthusiasm for the space program spilled over unto his nieces & nephews and automobile license plates.  If I can't get him on a spaceship at the Senior Space Camp in Alabama, I hope to direct him to Mission Control.  
       T minus 20 and counting.