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Young alum mixin’ it up!

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Yay free things!  I <3 all things Bruin.

Yay free things! I <3 all things Bruin.

Today I attended my first alumni event, a young alumni mixer held in the San Fernando Valley.  People from a variety of backgrounds showed up, ranging from fresh-ish grads such as myself from the Class of ’08 to people as far back as the class of ’98, and grad students as well.  It was a nice event, with free appetizers and some raffle items.  I was the first one to show up, even after I found that my original parking spot is permit-only and had to move my car a very long block away.  The place was strewn with lots of small gifts that people could take at will, like Class of ’09 cups, Class of ’08 keychains, Class of ’07 stickers, etc.

I sat down to chat with a few people and when the appetizers came, I munched my way through quite a bit before curbing my hunger.  I met a bunch of interesting people – a guy who was my year, a Chem major who is doing R&D work now; two girls who were ’04, one is a third grade teacher and the other a nurse at UCLA; a guy who was ’06 Psychology, now working on techie stuff for UCLA Biomed or something like that; a lady who was ’06 Music History and History, and has been a professional musician for 25 years; a girl who was ’03 and is working at the UCLA Fund; and a few others who work for UCLA, as well as a handful of people in the environmental field.  I got a nice lead with Ms. UCLA Fund, who told me to let her know when I submit my application for a job on campus that I would really like to have.

DSC07651As luck would have it, I also won a raffle item and chose to take home the mug.  I was a sucker for the gold trim and black and white image of Royce Hall.  I was almost tempted to get the mouse pad, but then I realized I never use one.  This clocks in as the second mug I’ve won and one of many that I have unofficially collected over the years.  I will never forget my beautiful black mug from Gallery and Toff’s (two nightclubs in York), which I got during Fresher Week when I first arrived for my year studying at the Uni of York.  I think it’s the sturdiness, yet fragile nature of them that make me feel they are valuable enough.  Everyone’s a winner when I win things, because I get really excited and that brings a smile to most everyone’s face (except for the super bitter who reaaally wanted to win too, I suppose).

I had nothing else to do, so I stayed quite late chatting with these people.  The last guy I had an extensive talk with kept calling me a cougar because Panda is two years older than me.  🙁  He was teasing, of course, but for some reason I was very eagerly trying to deny his allegations.  He joked that I go to high school proms to pick up guys and buy underage kids alcohol to bribe them, all ridiculous notions, but I still defended myself.  I’ve had my share of pseudo-dating but I’ve quite happily settled on my first and only boyfriend, thank you very much.  But hey, cougar is better than cradle-robber, right?  And so I concluded my night, taste buds happy with the food, mind pleased with the service, and overall a very positive feel about the night.

Somehow I didn’t take a single picture there though…

Panda party

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This weekend, Panda and I spent two days hanging out with Opti and Doc before Opti’s off to optometry school next week.  It’s not like she’s going far away, but it’ll be worse than a full-time job, what with classes all day, every day during the week, then constant studying for frequent tests.  So to celebrate her last weekend of freedom, we planned a little mini vacation that became more of a “stay-cation,” as Doc pointed out when we had to change sleepover residences from my house, which is a bit out of the way, to Panda’s apartment, which is right in the middle of everything we’re familiar with.  Nonetheless, it was a really nice weekend where we pigged out, bummed out, and hung out.

DSC07579It started Saturday with dim sum, where we also ate with Cherry (who was also an Orientation Counselor with us last year) and Envie (Panda’s brother).  It was really nice to catch up with Cherry, who just completed a rigorous summer program, and meet Brother, who I’ve heard about over the months, but never gotten more than an impression of.  After we filled our bellies with delectable tidbits, we went across the way to a photo sticker machine place and took some fun shots together.  Between the six of us we managed to squeeze into one booth and split the sixteen copies of the four shots we printed, then split off.  I took Panda, Envie, and Cherry back before spinning back to get Opti and Doc, who had gone back to Opti’s so she could pack for the overnight.

Panda family: Baby, Pete & Paulie, and Scooter.

Panda family: Baby, Pete & Paulie, and Scooter.


Opti, Doc, and I got drinks at my favorite boba place and went to meet Panda at his place.  He had gone home to get his stuff and drive back to the apartment on his own.  Opti and I had both gotten pandas as gifts from our respective boyfriends, so we brought them along with us for a little “panda party” and first-time meeting.  When we got to the apartment, everyone was in a lazy mood, so we settled down for some channel surfing followed by afternoon naps.  We got up around dinnertime and got ready to head out to Benihana’s, which, as usual, was jam-packed.  We were told the wait was a ridiculous 90 minutes, but I didn’t believe it, so we put our names down and wandered around the areas, checking out some stores and enjoying the brisk air before spinning around again about 45 minutes later.

DSC07600As I thought, the wait was drastically shorter than the guy told us, so we were seated about an hour after we had originally arrived.  Unfortunately, restaurants of this type work at a slow pace, casually letting you soak in the atmosphere and enjoy your soup and salad before the chef shows up to entertain the table.  We were ravenous and didn’t get fed substantial food until about 10 o’clock.  The performance was fun, but not as flashy as others I’ve seen and the fried rice was very tasty, but the chicken was a bit chewy and bland.  The vegetables were juicy, but not my favorite thing to eat and the shrimp was pretty good with the provided sauce.  Overall I felt the experience was average and probably not worth the money, so I think I’ll look for cheaper alternatives to this type of dining next time.  It was nice to share it in a double date kind of setting though.

When we got back, we began a game of Snerds, the Orientation past time for staff last year.  We started off rusty as we tried to recall the rules, but soon enough, the fervor that we played with last year re-emerged and we played with a zeal that was unhindered by the nearly two-hour power outage.  When the lights went off, we just rearranged the laptops so they shone on the ground we were using, and though our eyes strained to tell if a card was red or black as our brains strained to register that diamonds and hearts are red and clubs and spades are black, we continued on without a thought of taking a break.  Eventually, the lights came back on and we rejoiced that we could play much faster and more efficiently.  We carried on for about another hour before calling it quits for the night and heading to bed.

DSC07609This morning, Panda woke up early and couldn’t quite get back to sleep, but the rest of us slept in until we lethargically pulled ourselves up and decided that we were due for some brunch.  We walked down to a cafe that serves breakfast all day and uses fresh ingredients to make tasty sandwiches, burgers, and of course, the standard breakfast foods as well.  From there, it was time to resume our carding craze until dinner.  Throughout the game, the boys got chastised by the girls, who were both whooping the boys for the majority of the time.  We can get pretty sassy and have a fun time bantering back and forth flirtatiously.  The guys learned that they just couldn’t win unless they placated us.  😛

Opti and Doc had to head off early-ish, so we ordered some pizza that we picked up and scarfed down before their ride arrived to take them off to take care of the business they needed to at night.  Panda and I sent them off, and with that returned to a much emptier apartment that felt lonely.  I hung out for a bit more and left when Panda needed to start getting ready for bed.  We both agreed that we were really happy we could spend this weekend with our friends and hopefully there will be more to come in the near future.  Sometimes it’s just those laidback times where you bum out with your buddies that feel best.  🙂

Farewells

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Ah, what a nice soiree we just had at the office tonight.  It was time to celebrate the months spent together and say goodbye to some of our interns (myself included), who are moving on to the next phase of our lives.  There are three of us who are leaving within the next couple of weeks and I’m the earliest to go, so we arranged to get together the night before my flight.  It was so nice to see everyone come out, including some of the people who have been busy lately and who I have not seen in weeks.  The turnout was spectacular, with really only one person I can think of who I would have liked to come.

It felt very much Singaorean.

It felt very much Singaorean.

We started off with a feast of jackfruit fried rice, chicken wings, veggies, and yam cake coupled with a sort of lime drink, wine, or juice.  As the conversations flowed and everyone filtered in, some of the people got a game of charades started while others chilled out in the back.  There was a lot of laughter from all areas, since nearly all of us know each other, and the atmosphere was cozy and comfortable.  It was a really nice chance to see everyone one more time before I fly off and don’t get to see them for who knows how many months or years.  So, I took pictures as I always do, as a way to commemorate the event and have a way of looking back on this final night.  In the years to come I can look back and smile as I remember the intimate gathering of the people I’d gotten to know in my five months here.

When the first people were about to head out, we gathered everyone together and each of us got a card, as well as a chance to address the group and talk about our experiences.  I took the opportunity to individually thank everyone there for the parts that they’ve played in making me feel welcome here and taking care of me when I needed help.  In fact, many of them have been instrumental in my survival here, offering me their time, attention, and even homes as I needed.  I felt a fondness towards everyone, even those who I hadn’t gotten a chance to know well because of too few encounters.  Since I had not anticipating speaking, I pointed them out in a general order of involvement and touched on some of the things that made them so special to me.  Of course, a lot could not be said, so I hope they feel appreciated enough, because they certainly are.

Time for some thank yous.

Time for some thank yous.

From there, things wound  down as people bustled around cleaning and I finished packing everything from my desk.  As everyone left, I got multiple reminders to remember my passport, teasing me about the time I forgot it recently as I embarked upon my little vacation a few weeks ago.  I assured them that I would have everything with me this time and I’d take extra care with the passport this time.  😛  Eventually, we were all ready to go and went back to rest for the early start tomorrow.  Last minute, Zen’s car became available, so he, Mizu, and Starfish are apparently going to send me off tomorrow morning before they all head to work.  Isn’t that lovely?  🙂

So with that, I should catch a nap before I need to be up and ready to go.

Underwater encounters

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DSC07159What a fabulous experience at Sentosa! I touched so many creatures I can’t even count them anymore. From butterflies to sting rays and even a dolphin, it was an absolutely thrilling time for me. Though I enjoyed the views from the Tiger Tower and Merlion, what stood out the most was the time I spent at the Butterfly Garden and Insect Kingdom, Dolphin Lagoon, and Underwater World.

At the Butterfly Garden and Insect Kingdom, I saw the world’s heaviest bug and then walked through a lovely garden filled with parrots, butterflies, and fish. The butterflies teased me by flying oh so close but zooming out of view before I could snap a proper shot. I did manage to catch some as they were resting and even got one to climb on my finger before fluttering off. Meanwhile, the coolest insects were either in glass containers or preserved and pinned on the walls.

DSC07227The Dolphin Lagoon provided good entertainment as the pink dolphins there showed off their speed, balance, and accuracy. They even showed off for us before the show and posed for pictures. They are still adolescents, so only their bellies have started to turn pink, which was interesting to see. After the show, we were allowed to pose for a picture with one of the dolphins for a small fee, so I happily lined up for my turn. My dolphin’s name was Splash and loved the ladies, but swam away when the only guy entered the water! He was good for me though and struck the best pose. 🙂

The Underwater World was a superb conclusion to the day, starting with a touch pool that allowed us to feel starfish, pufferfish, sting rays, and other random fish. It was amazing to feel the soft texture riddled with bumps that the blue-dotted sting ray had and the hardness of the starfish. The fish were peculiar fellows, not allowing you to touch them, but coming to rub against you before shooting off, if you stayed still.

DSC07287Continuing on, there was a pool entirely of rays that would whisk by and occasionally stop to say hello and see if you had food. It made me want to have a pet sting ray – they’re better than dogs! I spent a lot of time there, petting their soft bodies as they went by and marveled at the opportunity. There was a display showing sharks at their stages of development with live examples! Then it was case after case of bizarre and brilliant species, like jellyfish, cuttlefish, seahorses, crabs, and sharks. There were these “angels” that flapped their wings and cuttlefish that changed skin patterns in the blink of an eye. Some leafy-looking sea horses floated around near the seaweed they resembled and some giant crabs scuttled slowly across the sand.

By and by, I came across the famous tunnel. Stepping on to the rotating belt, I began to travel along underneath a collection of huge sea creatures. Some of the fish were so big I wondered how they were ever caught. It was so exciting to be there, with them swimming around and above. Many a time I stepped off the travelator to capture footage of these giant things and stare in awe at them as they glided along. One of them even paused to look at me for awhile, probably examining me just as I was doing the same to it.

I really enjoyed my time there and I really could spend an eternity there, petting and observing these underwater delights. One day I want an aquarium of my own.

Oceanic wonders

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Right before I left Hong Kong, I went on a tour that took us searching for pink dolphins somewhere north of Lantau Island.  Nobody is really sure why they’re pink, but they are undoubtedly so.  When I first heard of them, I thought they’d be a mild pink or something like that, where the scientists who study them exclaim, “Look at how pink they are!” and the rest of us stare and wonder what in the world they’re talking about.  Then, with just the right combination of sunlight and squinting, our eyes would play the right trick on us as the water made odd reflections and then – there!  We’d see it.

DSC06832That’s what I thought, anyway.  Then I saw pictures and it was undeniable; these things are PINK.  Like little girl playing hopscotch and blowing Bubble Yum gum pink.  Like pink rose pink.  Like how flamingos are neon pink, they are baby pink.  Nothing like the “pink” tint of human skin or other such wannabes.  So, I was really excited to go out to see some of these creatures for myself.  I almost couldn’t get on a tour, but we managed to book me for a tour before I was due to leave (though I had to delay my intended departure time by a few hours).

photo credit: hkdolphinwatch.com

photo credit: hkdolphinwatch.com

On the bus ride to the boat, one of our tour guides explained the sad state of affairs the dolphins and their natural habitat were in.  They’re hoping to spread the word and make pink dolphins a national treasure, so the dwindling number of 150 or so can continue on strong.  The future is not looking great for them, so they’re trying to raise awareness of the issue to be able to garner enough support to protect them.  After all, where else do you get pink dolphins?  As to why they’re pink, the main theory is that they live in murky waters and need less protection from UV rays.  Babies are still born grey, then they go through a “spotty” period where they start to shed that for the pink until they finally become fully pink and indoctrinated into adulthood.

As we were told about the shoddy tagging and tracking efforts and about the whale that came to the Hong Kong Harbor awhile back, I thought that maybe I should have been a marine biologist.  I would love to explore the things in the ocean and tag these pink wonders to track their population.  I love being out on the ocean or near any body of water and I wouldn’t mind living on an island or in the mountains.  However, I think that profession comes with the same type of down side that deterred me away from becoming a veterinarian – animal die frequently and in this case, much of it is because of human activity.  So just as I couldn’t bear the thought of putting down someone’s pet, I don’t know if I’d be able to not get depressed at the conditions that some animals are living in now, or what their future holds.  Oh well, I’ll just love them from afar and help out through volunteering and donations.

photo credit: sightseeingworld.com

photo credit: sightseeingworld.com

The passion with which the tour guide spoke of the dolphins made me want to be a tour guide too.  I would love to spend my days introducing travelers to that which I care about, whether it’s points of interest in a city, a unique experience, or a special animal.  It’s also why I’d like to run a hostel – to welcome all the strangers who have come to my city to see what there is to offer.  I think it’d be amazing to share what I love best with the myriad of tourists.  I’d hope I’d be able to inspire them to enjoy it as much as I do too.  I wonder if that type of job pays well.  😛

We arrived at the boat and were told that we could spot the dolphins’ fins bobbing in and out when they came up to breathe and that was how we’d find them.  With a quick warning that some rubbish may look like it at first, so look for clear movement, we were off to search for them.  For about three hours we were on the boat, enjoying the breeze and sun as they came and went, our eyes scanning the horizon, trying to pick out a fin emerging.  All I saw was an expanse of white speckles that would come and go as mini waves would break in the choppy waters.  I was so desperate to see one that I even thought I saw glimpses of pink that turned out to be a red warning flag, a shadow in the water, and other random things.  My mind was happily playing tricks on me at every opportunity.

DSC06638When we were first heading out, we were right around the area where the planes were coming in for landing at the airport.  Distracted, I took pictures and videos of them as they roared overhead and came down for a smooth landing.  By the time one plane landed, another was appearing from the clouds, making its descent.  One by one the planes took turns coming in, like clockwork, as others left going in the other direction.  I marveled at how many people and how much cargo I had just seen arriving in Hong Kong.  It was the first time I’d ever spent some time watching the operations of an airport and it was pretty cool.

DSC06656At one point when we were further out, I was sitting in front, staring down at the water when a little fish jumped out and quickly got overrun by the boat.  I continued staring down and soon more came, jumping just ahead of the boat, then falling off to the sides to avoid being hit.  Excited, I started to film and snap away, trying to get a good shot of these little flying fish.  Maybe it was just my imagination, but they looked a lot like mini dolphins.  I spent a long time observing them and noticed that when they are in groups, they all jump at more or less the same time in some sort of coordinated effort.  They also really seemed to like jumping in front of the boat in the rushing water, but once they went off to the side, they seemed to resume swimming more.  I guess they’re looking for the adrenaline rush!

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Turns out I did manage one shot!

By and by the boat turned around and did what I dreaded most: headed back to shore.  I sat there thinking to myself, “We better see them now and they better get freakin’ close!”  Dismayed, I tried to enjoy the ride itself and the lull of relaxing on a boat.  Suddenly I heard, “12 o’clock!  12 o’clock!!!”  One of the tour guides had spotted something!  Everyone rushed to the front and looked straight ahead at 12 o’clock and… there!  A single pink dolphin emerged and went back down.  This one came quite close to the boat, but unfortunately I missed a picture of her.  Soon after, another was spotted at 9 o’clock and with her was an adolescent.  I spent the most time with these two, getting some decent footage and cooing happily the whole time.  More single ones were seen at 3 o’clock and back around 12 o’clock, but they were further away and disappeared much more quickly.

DSC06718I so wanted to hop in the water, toxins and all, and go join them.  I wondered if they’d come closer to explore if I had some body parts dangling in the water.  Still, it was so rewarding to finally find them, after so many hours of searching.  I had even begun to entertain the idea of how I could go on another trip (they offer a free retry if you don’t see any on your trip) – perhaps I could get an IOU that wouldn’t expire, so I could use it years down the line, or whenever I return.  Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about that in the end and we ended the trip on a happy note.

Airports reimagined

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Bangkok Airport: it's like a robot caterpillar.

Bangkok Airport: it's like a robot caterpillar.


It first occurred to me as the bus was pulling away from the airport in Bangkok that it made no sense why the departure gates are so nice and up top whereas the arrival gates are given basement levels and dungeon treatment.  I was staring at its unique architecture and thinking of how high the ceilings in the departure area are, getting the bulk of the natural lighting.  Then I thought about the grungy ground floor that  I had just left, where everything was darker and grimier.  It had never hit me before, but suddenly I wondered: is this the first impression that a country or city wants to give to visitors?  Sure, I walked through some nice areas to get out of the airport, but in making departing so scenic an experience, are you trying to encourage people to leave?  Besides, the people in departure have seen your city already; they hardly need to see highlights of it.  Rather, it’s the people arriving who should get a glimpse of everything you have to offer.

So here’s how I envision it: people fly in from around the world to your airport, where they see some of the finest architecture you are capable of, preferably with some local flair or at least a memorable look and feel.  They disembark and take an escalator up to the top floor, where sunlight flows in during the day and stars twinkle overhead at night.  Along their walk they pass art that exemplifies what your city, your country is all about and get to see some mini models of cool buildings they’ll find, as well as some static scenes of what local life is or was like.  Already they can smell the food your town has to offer and envision the bustle or peacefulness of your streets.  Meanwhile, as they look around outside the terminal, they are offered beautiful views of the surrounding area, whether it’s the ocean water or city lights shining in the distance.

thai temple in bangkok

Wouldn’t you like to see a model of this temple greeting you instead of… nothing?


The anticipation builds as they approach immigration, where TVs depict highlights of what they can find after they set foot outside.  As they wait in line, colorful images catch their attention and useful subtitling leave them scribbling notes on what amazing things they want to check out there.  By the time they reach the immigration official, they are so engrossed in the videos that they hardly want to leave.  Officials are dressed in native attire and all wear a smile on their face as they greet you.  Though they take their roles seriously and carefully check your documents, they do so with a pleasant demeanor and welcome you to their city the moment you pass.  If you don’t, they politely direct you to wherever you need to go to be checked out further.  From there, they apologize for the inconvenience and allow you through or detain you because you really are a threat.

Carts are strategically placed beyond the immigration line so you’ll be prepared as soon as you get to the appropriate conveyor belt.  You can watch as the luggage is loaded from the truck to the conveyor belt outside, then taken up to where you are standing.  As you search for your belongings, you can distract yourself with spectacular views of planes taking off or landing, as well as enjoy the scenery and continue to watch those videos about the sights and sounds of the city they’re about to experience.  The moment they have all their belongings and clear customs, they are greeted with a bright lobby complete with free maps, information on the special concessions available for tourists, and the typical money exchange, bank, ATMs, hotel/tour/taxi bookings, and information centers.  For those being picked up, glass doors allow both sides to locate their parties upon approach, so they know exactly where to head to (rather than scanning the crowd trying to figure out where to go) as soon as they exit.  For the others, signs clearly point the way to the various forms of transportation offered from the airport and ticketing stands are located near pick-up locations or along the way to getting to the bus, train, shuttle, or what have you.

They should have had this in arrival!  I saw plenty of mini versions throughout Bangkok.

They should have had this in arrival! I saw plenty of mini versions throughout Bangkok.


Small touches add a local flair to the decor, from things like the design of the door handles to the decorations spicing up the space.  Murals show off the most popular attractions and display cases offer a preview of the cool things you can buy, do, or see.  A few small stores offer items for sale, just in case a visitor doesn’t want to have to track down an item they like somewhere in the city.  A couple of convenience stores and cafes allow a weary traveler to get a quick pick-me-up before the typically half-hour to hour drive to get into the city, or wherever their destination may be.  If possible, the bank on site would stay open all night, in case flights came in late and people missed their chance to withdraw money (and couldn’t through an ATM).  All ATMs would certainly be operating 24 hours a day.

As for the departure terminal, well, it would be below the arrivals and get less light.  However, it would be brightly lit and decorated with the top attractions that visitors and locals alike should have seen, as a reminder of the beauty of the city they’re leaving.  There would be messages all around inviting them to return soon and thanking them for stopping by.  After checking in and going through security, they’d walk past all the duty free shops as we do now.  Some restaurants would line the outer edge of the terminal with clear views of the runways.  All the waiting areas for the gates would also offer a look towards the flights arriving and departing.  When it comes time for boarding, stairs, escalators, ramps, and elevators would allow access to the floor where the ramp to the airplane is.  Actually, some  places function like this already (so what does their arrival terminal look like?).

This plan may not be practical, but it would be nice if they at least put more welcoming decorations in arrivals.  This idea was reemphasized when I saw all the cool things they had in departures as I was leaving.  I’m sure having a more inviting arrival terminal would make us all feel more welcome, whether we’re coming for the first time or coming home.

A ride on the wild side

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Wow, what an amazing excursion I went on yesterday!   Though it had a rocky start, it quickly picked up and turned out to be a great tour.  The day began at 6, when I woke up to get ready to leave.  It was surprisingly easy to wake up and I quickly got dressed, put my things away, and headed out to Khoasa(r)n Road, the street where lots of foreigners congregate.  It was there that I had booked my trip just the day before and it was there that we were due to meet to head out.  It’s about a 20-minute walk away, which felt good in the early morning.

khao san road where expats congregate in bangkok

Completely empty at that time.


I happily arrived ten minutes early and at seven, a lady came by to put stickers on us to indicate which sights each of us had signed up for.  Upon seeing me and checking my itinerary, she shook her head and told me I couldn’t go to the Tiger Temple because I was wearing shorts.  Apparently at a Buddhist temple, you’re not allowed to show your shoulders or knees (you’re also not allowed to wear red, orange, or bright pink, since that may aggravate the tigers).  Shocked and frustrated, I asked if the van could drop me off at my hostel so I could run in to grab long pants to wear (it would only be a 5 minute detour as compared to the 40-minute round trip walk), but they refused.  Well, at least I had chosen to wear a half-sleeve shirt that day and opted for dark colors rather than my red shirt.

wwii cemetary in thailand for pows

So many servicemen…


Sadly, the service level in Thailand generally isn’t very high, so I was left angered that nobody warned me and now they didn’t care a bit that I couldn’t see the one thing that I had chosen that tour for.  They nonchalantly told me to just buy a pair of pants, but I was low on cash and did not have a functioning ATM card with me to withdraw more.  Plus, the shops and stalls weren’t even open yet.  Thanks for the help – NOT!  Desperate, I asked when the bus would arrive and was told 20 minutes, so I hired a taxi to take me on a quick back and forth that got me back in time for a decent price.  This time I armed myself with two pairs of pants and a t-shirt, just in case.  We didn’t even leave until 8, so I totally could have walked had I known!  Oh well.

death bridge by JEATH museum in thailand

The bridge the POWs built with sweat and blood.


Once the journey got underway, I settled in for a nap and tried not to worry about whether or not open-toed shoes were allowed.  I figured they should be okay, since the monks’ shoes have holes, but they also bare a shoulder, so I wasn’t sure.  That was something I couldn’t help though; I had no close-toed shoes with me, so I was out of luck if they didn’t allow it.  After a two-hour drive, I woke up to find we had arrived and the WWII cemetery for POWs.  We got off for a brief stroll on the grounds, looking at some of the headstones.  So many of those men were only my age when they died.  🙁  Next, we were then taken to to JEATH Museum and Death Bridge/Railway, where many of those men lost their lives.  This whole time I had ignorantly thought that they just horribly mis-spelled death, but it actually stands for Japanese, English, American/Australian, Thai, and Holland(ese?), the nationalities of the soldiers who died working on the rails.  I went around the museum and walked along the bridge in the time allotted, then returned to the van for the next leg of our journey.

floating restaurant on river in thailand

bamboo raft with capacity for ten floating down river in thailandWell, it turned out our next destination was lunch and they drove us out to a cute floating guesthouse, where some of the other people in our van would be staying for their two- or three-day tours.  We all had a rice and vegetable lunch, then the one-dayers headed out on the river for our bamboo rafting.  It was pretty amazing how many people we could fit on a little seating area that had a super thin layer of bamboo and none us understood why there were nine of us squeezed on one raft and only four on the other.  However, we just went with it and had fun enjoying the flow of the current and the surprisingly strong waves that the motorboats made, rocking us even when they were on the other side of the river.

riding elephant in thailand as it stopped to urinate

He must have had a lot to drink!


Next up was elephant trekking, where we were taken two or three at a time sitting atop an elephant for a stroll in the brush.  I was grouped together with a mother daughter pair from the Czech Republic and we gasped and giggled as our elephant, a thirty-year-old male named something like Soomhoop, headed off and sent us swaying with his footsteps.  I took off my shoes to enjoy the texture of his skin and marvel at his bony ears and wiry body hair.  We were high enough to see a pair of giant butterflies mating in the trees and at times it looked like some of the other groups were floating on the foliage.  At one point, Soomhoop just started peeing out of nowhere and it was as powerful as a fire hose – thank goodness we were nowhere near that!

multilayer waterfall in thailandAfter that exciting ride, we were given a moment of relaxation at a waterfall.  Though I had bought a swimsuit for the occasion, I didn’t have much time to dry off if I went for a swim, so I just waded and enjoyed the trickling water.  There were a lot of families there laying on bamboo platforms or sheets, having picnics and otherwise lazing the day away.  I can see how it’d be a really popular place for the locals to go on the weekends.  I certainly wish there was something like near my house! Guess I’ll just have to settle for the pool instead.

petting adult tiger laying on its back at tiger temple in thailandThe last stop of the day was the Tiger Temple, where Buddhist monks raised tigers on their monastery grounds.  I threw on my gauchos over my shorts before heading in so I’d be properly covered.  We all had to sign liability forms to waive the temple from responsibility for any injuries we may get and then we went in, ready for some special encounters.  The first thing I did was go to Tiger Canyon, where a line was quickly forming for pictures with the adult tigers who were lounging there.  We were led in one by one by a caretaker as another took pictures for us.  Each person got to pet about six or seven tigers, from ones who were sleeping with their bellies up to ones who were sprawled on rocks tanning.  You could tell these people were seasoned picture-takers from the bored way they’d snap photos for you.  However, they were pretty good and got about three shots for each tiger, though some were blurry.

monk holding tree branches for tiger to play withFollowing my turn, I took a small break sitting nearby, watching as others took their turns.  There was an express line for anywhere from one to five people who could pay 1000 Baht per group to get in with no wait and be allowed to hold the tiger’s head in their lap.  One day I’d like to do that, when I have more money to spare.  I’d also like to find a white tiger to pet.  I then made my way out of the canyon to find the baby tigers, who were out to play.  I squatted just out of paw reach of one of them and took pictures as the monk handling him teased him with a branch of leaves.  The monk invited me to take a picture with the cub after he had tired it out a bit and so I got some more shots.

monk feeding adult tiger milk from baby bottle as we posed behind them for picturesAs I was trying to head out, I was stopped because they were about to walk the tigers back from the canyon and I needed to stay out of the way.  Two came along and one was tied to a tree nearby as an elder monk began to feed it milk from bottles.  A line quickly formed as we were invited to take a picture with them before they closed for the day.  I waited my turn for one last photo op and then had to weave around cattle as they were being fed for the day.  On my way out I also came across horses, deer, wild boar, and even a camel!  It was a bit smelly, but what a great time anyway.  🙂

All in all it was a fabulous day, though a bit rushed.  Next time I’d want to try an overnight trip so I could have more time at each place.  I’d also need an extra battery pack, since I barely made it through the day with the one I had.

Pets!

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DSC05577When I went to visit Patong Beach, I was delighted to find the sand teeming with live little clams that could be caught burrowing whenever the tide washed away the sand hiding them.   I happily spent the next two hours digging them up and taking pictures and videos of them climbing back down again.  It was truly an amazing time for me, since I love creatures of most sorts and it was my first time seeing clams in a natural habitat and not at the market.  The next day, I went to check out a different beach with the hopes of finding more of them, but the sand was rougher and there was hardly any life to be found.

After much searching, I finally found a clam, but the waves soon caught me off-guard and washed it away.  Then, I spotted a big one trying to get back under the sand!  I quickly grabbed it and happily examined him, then tried to film him burrowing, but he clammed up and wouldn’t cooperate.  Not long after, it began to rain and we were all chased from the beach by the drops.  As I was making my way towards land, I came across a pointy shell wiggling its way into the sand.  Thrilled, I quickly grabbed it and admired my new prize.  Now I had two of these sea creatures and went to ask for a bottle.  The guy selling drinks gave me a bag, which I filled with sand and water and brought it back with me.

DSC05620At the hostel, I wasn’t sure about the policy on bringing back such things, so I quietly took them upstairs and went out to find a container to put them in.  I ended up finding a styrofoam bowl and transferred them over.  The sea snail with the pointy shell was an active one, always coming out  to climb around whenever I put him on top of the sand.  He left a little slimey trail with sand clinging to it and made a small indent in the surface of the sand as he moved around.  The clam, however, was super boring and just lay there for hours.  I guess he was trying to get used to the still water and the little bit of stirring I did was not enough to simulate the ocean’s waves.

The next day, I was going to take them back to the ocean, so I put them on the floor of the “bus” (it’s like a truck with seats and a cover put on the back).  As soon as we started driving, they came alive!  The clam popped up to the surface and stuck out his siphoning extensions, then used him tail thing to move around, occasionally jumping too!  The sea snail got back to work trying to climb up the walls of the bowl only to find his shell was too heavy for him halfway up.  He’d fall over and flip himself rightside up again, then crawl along the sides of the bowl before going down into the sand.  It was great for me to watch, especially when the clam would retreat as soon as the car stopped moving.

DSC05625It’s a pity I couldn’t keep them, but as a fellow hosteler pointed out, they wouldn’t get through customs.  However, Panda is willing to get an aquarium one day, so I can get some then!  I also want starfish and sea cucumbers and anemone and sea horses and sea urchins and shrimp!  It’s going to be one intense aquarium, I tell you.  However, I’m going to have to wait a few years before I can afford to maintain such a thing.  So for now, I’ll just enjoy the life that I can find when I go to the beach to play around.

Serendipity

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Some may call it an accident, some may call it a mistake, but I call it serendipity.  With every supposed wrong turn we make, every situation that doesn’t go quite as we planned, there’s something else to be discovered and seen.  It seems that the “bad luck” I’ve had recently may have been unfortunate, but it has also provided the opportunity for some rich experiences.  Of course, there are lessons to be learned, but I don’t like to concern myself too much with getting things right.  Traveling is just about the one thing that I am ok not doing extensive research on before jumping in.  In fact, I’d be perfectly fine with not knowing my next destination or how long I’d be staying at the current one, if only I had the money to support that type of travel.

Spacious and comfy.

Spacious and comfy.


It all started when I was getting ready to check in for my flight to Kuala Lumpur.   I had inadvertently packed my passport in a purse that I had decided not to bring.  Thankfully, I discovered it soon enough to still catch a ride with Mizu and Zen.  It turns out that was actually fortunate, because I had booked the wrong flight (it was for the following day), so I would have been stranded there or been forced to pay SGD 60 to change to that flight, if they had space.  Instead, I got a luxury bus ticket for SGD 38, got treated to gelato and waffles, had a huge seat and personal TV, got a chance to enjoy the landscape, and even got dropped off at a location very close to my hostel (saved me a trip from the airport!).  I had wanted to take a bus originally, but what I fould was more expensive than flying, which is why I had chosen to buy an air ticket.  But in the end, I still got what I had wanted to do.

The next hiccup was a small one, where I nearly went to the wrong airport to board my flight to Phuket.  It was caught early on in the day, so I got to my boarding gate with plenty of time to spare, but even if I had gone to the wrong place, I could have found a way to get there on time anyway.  Upon arrival in Phuket, the airport bus had stopped running for the night, so I took a shared airport “limousine” and we stopped at a travel agent’s office so they could solicit us.  Though I didn’t book any tours, I did find out about one that I was interested in, which I probably wouldn’t have known about otherwise.  I plan on taking such a tour in the next day or two.

The night view of Phuket Town.

The night view of Phuket Town.


Now in Phuket there are many beaches, most of which are a good 30 minute drive from Phuket Town.  My first day there, I decided to go over to Patong Beach, which is the most tourist-concentrated one.  I had booked a spa appointment for the afternoon and enjoyed some wonderful relaxation treatment (aromatherapy sauna, hot stone massage, and facial!) before heading to the beach.  I had a lovely time digging up clams and those sand bugs that burrow in the sand with amazing speed.  Unfortunately, I had a bit too much fun and by 7:15 I was trying to find a ride back to no avail.  The bus stopped running at 6:30 and the tut tuts quoted me at THB 500!  So I walked along the street, trying to find a better way and ended up asking a hotel security guard and his friend for help.  They flagged down a family on a motobike and arranged to have them drop me off for THB 200.  The man dropped off his wife and baby and took me over the hills back to Phuket Town.  On the way he stopped for gas (or whatever it is) and I was greatly amused when they took a huge bottle of what looked like cherry syrup or grenadine and poured it into his tank.  What interesting fuel!  When we got to the hostel and I paid him, he then offered to take me for a spin around town.  I decided to accept his offer and later he insisted on showing me Phuket Town from a viewpoint.  There was a nice park at the top of a summit and a crowd of people sat on the small wall erected to prevent people from tumbling down.

It almost makes me want to try it.

Would you have guessed this is fuel?


Learning my lesson, I checked with the bus driver the next day to make sure I didn’t miss the last bus (which was due at 4) and went to another beach, Nai Harn.  I had managed to find a larger clam and even a pointy-shelled sea snail before it started to rain.  So by 3:20, I was standing under some trees at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive.  When it stopped raining, I ventured back towards the beach to get some more water for my new pets and an expat approached me, offering to take me back.  Apparently he had seen the guys at the coffee shop eyeing me and he didn’t feel it was safe for me.  I just needed the bus to come and all would be fine.  He insisted on taking me because he was bored out of his mind and needed something to do, so I decided to go with it.  I got the extra water I wanted and he took me to his place to exchange the motobike for a truck.  We had a nice chat and I got a comfortable ride back, complete with a bucket to keep my pets in so I wouldn’t have to hold them the whole way.

So, it turned out that each transportation problem I came across became a new adventure, often with nice people helping me out.  I believe that people are mostly kind and genuine and certainly not psychokillers or kidnappers, but I still keep a wary eye out.  Everybody I’ve sized up so far seemed like a punch to the face and a kick to the groin would be enough to take them down.  I’ve watched out for roads to make sure we were going the right way and noted places that we passed that looked safe enough to find help at, if I had to run away.  With those precautions, then it’s just luck on who I choose to trust.  People may be concerned about a girl traveling on her own, but as my expat driver told me, I seem very confident.  I walk with a purposeful and powerful stride, I ignore most of the people hollering at me, and I act like I know what I’m doing whether or not I actually do.  Nobody’s going to see me as an easy target.  I’ve come across a lot of helpful people who have saved me a lot of hassle (and money).  I call that serendipity.  🙂

Hostel LA

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The first hostel I stayed at was cozy and cute, run by a man named Hazdy and his friends/relatives. He knew the names of each and every person staying with him, greeting us by name and remembering what we had planned for the day so he could ask how it went. Now that’s some personalized service! He lived right there in the hostel too, so he was always around. I went to him whenever I had a question, ranging from how to get places to where to eat. I trusted his knowledge and judgment and thus spent less time online searching for those answers. He even introduced me to other hostelers when I returned from my day if they were sitting in the “lobby” area.

Now I am at a hostel that looks like it is run by a couple who also live on the premises. Last night they didn’t have the accommodation type I reserved, so today they gave me free breakfast. It was tasty and filling, with toast, eggs, fresh fruit, and tea. The living room is stacked with DVDs and there are couches, oversized pillows, and these special-made recliners situated throughout the common areas. It’s a comfortable place to stay and extremely clean too. There’s even a quaint garden area in the back and the entire place has a very open plan, with places where people on the second floor can look down to see parts of the first floor.

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The first hostel experience got me thinking about how fun it could be to run a hostel. I was thinking that if I were to open one, it would be in Westwood. I’d convert one of those little homes around Gayley and Weyburn so food would be right across the street, bus stops would be nearby (especially the airport shuttle), and UCLA would be but a 15 minute walk. I’d go around the hot spots in LA to understand the best times to visit seasonally and even the optimal time of day, then I’d go searching for all the small things that wouldn’t appear in a tour guide. I’d set up a shuttle service to get people to some of the main areas in town (or at least to some reliable public transportation). I’d hire a friendly staff consisting of receptionists, housekeepers, a cook, and drivers.

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...to entertainment.

I would name this little place Hostella/Hostela/HosteLA, for hostel LA and keep it extremely clean. I’d have an array of TV channels, DVDs, and books for display as well as personal enjoyment. If there’s a particular show or novel that someone likes, they can opt to trade it for something my library doesn’t have. I’d provide free wireless DSL or something decently fast and at least two computer stations, complete with scanner and printer. I’d keep a collection of plug converters for those who don’t have them. I’d have some nice wardrobes for people to keep their clothes and some valuables locked away while they’re out. The front desk would be open 24/7, in case some people get stranded on their way in and show up at odd times.

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And of course a variety of great cuisine!

Ah, what a nice little fantasy I’ve conjured up! It would be a great chance for me to both share more of this city I’ve grown to love and explore it even further in my quest to provide the best inside tips. For those night owls, I’d even take them out to K-town for some BCD whenever I’m up and craving it. They’d get free reign on the kitchen so long as they cleaned up after themselves and I’d provide assistance for those who go grocery shop and buy just a bit too much for their legs and arms to handle. I’d also love to share with them the random things that they may not come across in typical tours, like the roving Kogi trucks that sell Korean food wherever they stop. If they want a nice beach to relax at, I’d tell them about my favorite quiet one in Malibu, where dolphins like to play.

Some things are more hidden away.

Some things are more hidden away.

I have so many ideas brewing that I wish this was possible! Unfortunately, the US in general is not a very backpacker-friendly place and LA is especially so. Unless they get a car, they really can’t appreciate all that the city has to offer (and even with a car, parking would be such a pain). Granted, there are still a fair share of hostels in the city, though they’re all in Hollywood or Santa Monica. The advantage of Westwood would be the access to college life, from visiting the campus itself to seeing what frat parties are all about. This dream would also be a huge investment to begin with, what with getting the place and then converting it to the appropriate layout. It would be so cool though – meeting travelers when I’m not traveling and showing them the best of Los Angeles.

What would you share about your town?

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