You know you are in an Asian store when the signs above the aisles have the following (this is the high end, fancy grocery store in the mall):
Pickled Green Mustard
Religion Goods - incense stick & candle
Fish Sauce
Instant Curry Paste
Coconut Milk
Bean Thread
Exterminate Rat
Bird's Nest Beverage
Essence of Chicken
Cuttlefish
Seasoned Seaweed
Yakisoba (have no idea what this is)
And down one aisle there was Smuckers, Hershey's & Campbell's soup & right across the aisle was all the food from Japan - seaweed, fish snacks, miso - just seemed amusing to have different stuff in the same aisle, but I guess it was the international aisle.
I was actually looking for pie crust & pumpkin to make a pumpkin pie for one of the women at the office. It is her birthday on Monday & she asked if I'd make pumpkin pie. So I went to 4 different allegedly "Western" grocery stores, but no canned pumpkin & finally found pie crust at the last one (I just hate making pie crust from scratch). So I bought a Japanese pumpkin & cooked it up - a lot cheaper & probably will be just as good if not better. Doesn't seem as strong a flavor as USA pumpkin. Found a good recipe on foodnetwork.com by Paula Dean that has cream cheese in it, so should be good.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sun Suk Wan Mae - Happy Mother's Day
Mother’s day in Thailand is Aug 12, which is The Queen’s Birthday. It is a national holiday! Each day in Thailand has a color, for instance Monday is yellow & The King was born on a Monday, so yellow is The King’s color. The Queen was born on a Friday which is blue (for all my southern friends – it’s a Carolina blue); thus, today most people were wearing blue shirts to honor The Queen. There are large photos of The Queen at various ages posted all over the city with blue ribbons surrounding them. Some of the main streets are lit up with white lights like we have a Christmas.
For lunch I met up with an Aussie friend of mine who works full-time, so only time we can meet is on holidays. She brought a friend with her that she’s just met (he’s staying in the same building & visiting Bangkok for 10 days). He’s an American, on vacation from Afghanistan, where he works in the police headquarters as a lawyer. He couldn’t share a lot about his work, but he was very glad to be away for a few weeks. We met at the ferry pier & took the ferry up the river to the last stop. This took almost an hour since it stops at all the stops along the way – 30 in all. I was surprised that we were still in an urban setting this far from the main city. Being a holiday, there were huge groups of blue shirted people on the ferry enjoying their day off. We enjoyed a simple lunch by the river & then headed back.
For dinner I was invited out with my Thai friend, Pam, who is also the Thai language teacher I’ve worked with before. She is the one who last spring invited me to her nephew’s 2nd birthday party at her brother’s home that was like a wedding. So the family sort of knows me. She was meeting her family for a Mother’s Day dinner in Chinatown. She had found out that John as out-of-town & didn’t want me to be alone. I told her I would go, but she had to let me pay for my meal & she agreed & said it would be about 1,000baht ($34).
Pam has 7 siblings & all but 1 was there. There were 2 sisters-in-law also, so 12 people at the “adult” table. At the other table were her nephews & nieces & their various spouses & the one grandkid (the one whose birthday party I went to), another 12 people. I felt right at home with this big noisy family.
Pam told me that Chinese restaurants like this serve a 10 course meal. They were very impressed that I could use chop sticks so well, because some of them asked for forks & spoons (that is what Thai’s use for eating). After some appetizers, we had shark fin soup, a Chinese delicacy & had I known that is what it was I might not have eaten it (just feel sorry for those poor sharks). Next came fried soft shell crab, scallops, crab & egg & onion mixture. Then another delicacy called sea cucumber, that is not actually a plant, but also not a fish. It is very difficult to clean & cook, which makes it a delicacy – it was delicious. There was fried river prawns (shrimp) which are gigantic, almost like lobster. Some vegetables were brought out next, then a whole fish that was cooked & cold with gelatin surrounding it. Next they bought fried noodles. The last thing was Peking Duck – but there was no actual duck meat, just the skin, which you wrap in a small flour pancake, add some onion & cucumber slices & special sauce & eat with your hands. Peking Duck is another delicacy because it takes so long to get the skin brown & perfectly crispy.
Finally we were at dessert. They brought out some sweet dumplings with yellow bean curd in the middle. The dumplings are white & have red Chinese writing on the top of each one. They are for good luck. The mother went around the table & made a ceremony of giving each of her children & me one & saying “Good luck to you, may you be happy, healthy & wealthy in the coming year.” Then the other mother’s went to their children & did the same thing. It was really nice & the dumplings were delicious. The final thing was a thin sweet cold soup with tapioca & beans & coconut slivers.
There was certainly plenty of food, but I didn’t feel stuffed, just very satisfied. It was nice to be around a family having a fun meal. I did get to talk to one niece who graduated from Duke with her MBA. So we talked North Carolina a bit. Most of the young people spoke English well, but I only was at the table for a short time. The older folks had limited English, but they tried very hard to include me in the conversation & Pam was good about translating. They gave out buttons that said “I (heart) Mom” (in English) & flowers to each of the Moms. When we left the restaurant gave each Mom a traditional flower bracelet made from jasmine (the Mother’s day flower) tiny red roses & love flowers. I love these bracelets because the smell so wonderful. They are sold along the street for people to buy to take to the temple as an offering. Whenever I pass a vendor I always take a deep breath to get the full aroma of the jasmine!
So that was my Thai Mother’s Day!
For lunch I met up with an Aussie friend of mine who works full-time, so only time we can meet is on holidays. She brought a friend with her that she’s just met (he’s staying in the same building & visiting Bangkok for 10 days). He’s an American, on vacation from Afghanistan, where he works in the police headquarters as a lawyer. He couldn’t share a lot about his work, but he was very glad to be away for a few weeks. We met at the ferry pier & took the ferry up the river to the last stop. This took almost an hour since it stops at all the stops along the way – 30 in all. I was surprised that we were still in an urban setting this far from the main city. Being a holiday, there were huge groups of blue shirted people on the ferry enjoying their day off. We enjoyed a simple lunch by the river & then headed back.
For dinner I was invited out with my Thai friend, Pam, who is also the Thai language teacher I’ve worked with before. She is the one who last spring invited me to her nephew’s 2nd birthday party at her brother’s home that was like a wedding. So the family sort of knows me. She was meeting her family for a Mother’s Day dinner in Chinatown. She had found out that John as out-of-town & didn’t want me to be alone. I told her I would go, but she had to let me pay for my meal & she agreed & said it would be about 1,000baht ($34).
Pam has 7 siblings & all but 1 was there. There were 2 sisters-in-law also, so 12 people at the “adult” table. At the other table were her nephews & nieces & their various spouses & the one grandkid (the one whose birthday party I went to), another 12 people. I felt right at home with this big noisy family.
Pam told me that Chinese restaurants like this serve a 10 course meal. They were very impressed that I could use chop sticks so well, because some of them asked for forks & spoons (that is what Thai’s use for eating). After some appetizers, we had shark fin soup, a Chinese delicacy & had I known that is what it was I might not have eaten it (just feel sorry for those poor sharks). Next came fried soft shell crab, scallops, crab & egg & onion mixture. Then another delicacy called sea cucumber, that is not actually a plant, but also not a fish. It is very difficult to clean & cook, which makes it a delicacy – it was delicious. There was fried river prawns (shrimp) which are gigantic, almost like lobster. Some vegetables were brought out next, then a whole fish that was cooked & cold with gelatin surrounding it. Next they bought fried noodles. The last thing was Peking Duck – but there was no actual duck meat, just the skin, which you wrap in a small flour pancake, add some onion & cucumber slices & special sauce & eat with your hands. Peking Duck is another delicacy because it takes so long to get the skin brown & perfectly crispy.
Finally we were at dessert. They brought out some sweet dumplings with yellow bean curd in the middle. The dumplings are white & have red Chinese writing on the top of each one. They are for good luck. The mother went around the table & made a ceremony of giving each of her children & me one & saying “Good luck to you, may you be happy, healthy & wealthy in the coming year.” Then the other mother’s went to their children & did the same thing. It was really nice & the dumplings were delicious. The final thing was a thin sweet cold soup with tapioca & beans & coconut slivers.
There was certainly plenty of food, but I didn’t feel stuffed, just very satisfied. It was nice to be around a family having a fun meal. I did get to talk to one niece who graduated from Duke with her MBA. So we talked North Carolina a bit. Most of the young people spoke English well, but I only was at the table for a short time. The older folks had limited English, but they tried very hard to include me in the conversation & Pam was good about translating. They gave out buttons that said “I (heart) Mom” (in English) & flowers to each of the Moms. When we left the restaurant gave each Mom a traditional flower bracelet made from jasmine (the Mother’s day flower) tiny red roses & love flowers. I love these bracelets because the smell so wonderful. They are sold along the street for people to buy to take to the temple as an offering. Whenever I pass a vendor I always take a deep breath to get the full aroma of the jasmine!
So that was my Thai Mother’s Day!
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Hunting for Cedars
I have just returned to Bangkok after a wonderful 3 months in the states, visiting with family and friends. I seem to have adjusted to the time difference pretty quickly, John is not having as much luck with that. It can be a problem. My secret is sleeping pills for the first week, does wonders.
This blog is a bit different from my usual blogging. My brother, Hubs & good friend, Reed, have been encouraging me to write some poetry, so here is an attempt. It is about a day that I spent with my father & have recalled it fondly & just wanted to get my feelings about it down. The photo is from Dad's 88th birthday party & I gave him a fly swatter crown, flies & squirrels are his his constant enemies.
Enjoy:
HUNTING FOR CEDAR WITH THE WISEMAN
Summer 2009
The Wiseman, my father, creates furniture from cedar trees.
It is a family tradition, passed down from his grandfather.
For some reason, in the past, it’s only the boys who get the “training”.
Is it because they are the ones who show the interest or just how it’s always been?
I feel sad I was not more interested in the past, I decide to make an effort.
I go to the workshop hopefully to learn, but at the least to spend time with the Wiseman.
I watch his aged hands pull the drawshave along the raw wood that will become a leg for his table.
I observe as he measures, sands, fits the pieces together.
I note the joy and sometimes frustration on his face as he works the wood.
I regret not having observed these things before & not having learned this from him.
I am selfish when I ask that the next table be for ME,
I crave some legacy of his craft, his knowledge, his loving touch of the wood & his creation.
I am thrilled when he asks me to be his assistant in a hunt for new cedar.
“It is the season”, he says, “this is when the bark will peel easily.”
We choose our weapons – a bow saw, loppers & his trusted cane.
I follow him, feeling like a young child filled with trust & admiration.
I have images of a young Native American child following the wise elder into the woods to learn the craft of creating something from nature’s bounty.
He studies each tree with a trained eye.
He points with his cane, “this one is too thick, this one too narrow, that one too crooked.”
His cane follows the trunk up along with our eyes “this one is just right, cut it!”
I, the apprentice, cut the tree.
It is not easy work, but I know this will one day be a table, I visualize it.
We cut more trees until he decides it’s enough.
We drag them from the woods.
Together we peel the thick bark from the slick wood.
He is right, they are easy to peel.
We enjoy this easy task after our hard work of cutting & dragging.
We carry the wood to its drying place.
We smile at each other, a good days work!
I wonder at this Wiseman, who at times seems so frail and fragile,
But who managed the woods with energy & enthusiasm.
I wonder, will he make another table, will I get my legacy?
Then I realize, I don’t really care,
I’m satisfied to have just spent the time with him,
Sharing his wisdom, enjoying his presence, feeling his love.
This blog is a bit different from my usual blogging. My brother, Hubs & good friend, Reed, have been encouraging me to write some poetry, so here is an attempt. It is about a day that I spent with my father & have recalled it fondly & just wanted to get my feelings about it down. The photo is from Dad's 88th birthday party & I gave him a fly swatter crown, flies & squirrels are his his constant enemies.
Enjoy:
HUNTING FOR CEDAR WITH THE WISEMAN
Summer 2009
The Wiseman, my father, creates furniture from cedar trees.
It is a family tradition, passed down from his grandfather.
For some reason, in the past, it’s only the boys who get the “training”.
Is it because they are the ones who show the interest or just how it’s always been?
I feel sad I was not more interested in the past, I decide to make an effort.
I go to the workshop hopefully to learn, but at the least to spend time with the Wiseman.
I watch his aged hands pull the drawshave along the raw wood that will become a leg for his table.
I observe as he measures, sands, fits the pieces together.
I note the joy and sometimes frustration on his face as he works the wood.
I regret not having observed these things before & not having learned this from him.
I am selfish when I ask that the next table be for ME,
I crave some legacy of his craft, his knowledge, his loving touch of the wood & his creation.
I am thrilled when he asks me to be his assistant in a hunt for new cedar.
“It is the season”, he says, “this is when the bark will peel easily.”
We choose our weapons – a bow saw, loppers & his trusted cane.
I follow him, feeling like a young child filled with trust & admiration.
I have images of a young Native American child following the wise elder into the woods to learn the craft of creating something from nature’s bounty.
He studies each tree with a trained eye.
He points with his cane, “this one is too thick, this one too narrow, that one too crooked.”
His cane follows the trunk up along with our eyes “this one is just right, cut it!”
I, the apprentice, cut the tree.
It is not easy work, but I know this will one day be a table, I visualize it.
We cut more trees until he decides it’s enough.
We drag them from the woods.
Together we peel the thick bark from the slick wood.
He is right, they are easy to peel.
We enjoy this easy task after our hard work of cutting & dragging.
We carry the wood to its drying place.
We smile at each other, a good days work!
I wonder at this Wiseman, who at times seems so frail and fragile,
But who managed the woods with energy & enthusiasm.
I wonder, will he make another table, will I get my legacy?
Then I realize, I don’t really care,
I’m satisfied to have just spent the time with him,
Sharing his wisdom, enjoying his presence, feeling his love.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Bangkok Refugee Center - 1st posting
11 Feb 2009
Yesterday I went back for a 2nd "interview" with the doctor and learned more about what the needs are from a medical standpoint.
I feel that I have to explain a bit about refugees & asylum seekers in Thailand. Refugees are those who have been accepted as refugee status by the UNHCR (United Nations High Commision for Refugees). The reasons for being accepted as a refugee is fear of persection for race, religion, nationality, social or political associations. Once they are accepted by the UNHCR a refugee gets certain benefits (small amount of money & sometimes housing & medical care). Before being accepted the people are called asylum seekers and they get no benefits at all. It can take sometimes years to get accepted as a refugee, so the asylum seekers are really in a tough situation. Neither group is allowed to work.
The situation is worse in Thailand, because the Thai government does not recognize refugees or asylum seekers, to they are considered illegal immigrants. So at any time these people can be picked up & detained (in horrible conditions) & sent back to their home country, where most likely they will be in even greater danger, because now their home government knows they are trying to escape. It's really complicated & sad.
In Bangkok there are 1,373 refugees. These people are just waiting for other countries to accept them as residents. This can take years & some people are never accepted, so they live the refugee life always. Those who have been involved in the government or military in their home countries are likely not to be accepted. There are 570 registered asylum seekers in Bangkok, but likely many more they just don't know about. These people are from 45 different countries.
The Bangkok Refugee Center does not provide housing, but a place for these people to come during the day. There are classes for the children, a library, medical clinic, computers, a small cafe and space for people to socialize. Each time I've been there it is a very busy place. It is interesting to observe these people, laughing & talking, they seem happy. I don't see the desperation that they must feel, but I guess it is better than what they would be facing in their own countries. We can complain about our country, but let's face it, we are the lucky ones.
I'm sure I will learn a lot more as I begin working there. I'm going to go 2 days a week. The doctor would like help teaching family planning classes. The challange is the different cultural & religious beliefs related to family planning. There is a need to respect these values, but also make them realize there is no place for newborns in this situation. I am also going to help with the immunization program, to make sure people are up-to-date & if not remind them about getting their shots. This will be mostly paper pushing, but a necesary thing. Since my interest is in public health, this should be a good experience for me.
Yesterday I went back for a 2nd "interview" with the doctor and learned more about what the needs are from a medical standpoint.
I feel that I have to explain a bit about refugees & asylum seekers in Thailand. Refugees are those who have been accepted as refugee status by the UNHCR (United Nations High Commision for Refugees). The reasons for being accepted as a refugee is fear of persection for race, religion, nationality, social or political associations. Once they are accepted by the UNHCR a refugee gets certain benefits (small amount of money & sometimes housing & medical care). Before being accepted the people are called asylum seekers and they get no benefits at all. It can take sometimes years to get accepted as a refugee, so the asylum seekers are really in a tough situation. Neither group is allowed to work.
The situation is worse in Thailand, because the Thai government does not recognize refugees or asylum seekers, to they are considered illegal immigrants. So at any time these people can be picked up & detained (in horrible conditions) & sent back to their home country, where most likely they will be in even greater danger, because now their home government knows they are trying to escape. It's really complicated & sad.
In Bangkok there are 1,373 refugees. These people are just waiting for other countries to accept them as residents. This can take years & some people are never accepted, so they live the refugee life always. Those who have been involved in the government or military in their home countries are likely not to be accepted. There are 570 registered asylum seekers in Bangkok, but likely many more they just don't know about. These people are from 45 different countries.
The Bangkok Refugee Center does not provide housing, but a place for these people to come during the day. There are classes for the children, a library, medical clinic, computers, a small cafe and space for people to socialize. Each time I've been there it is a very busy place. It is interesting to observe these people, laughing & talking, they seem happy. I don't see the desperation that they must feel, but I guess it is better than what they would be facing in their own countries. We can complain about our country, but let's face it, we are the lucky ones.
I'm sure I will learn a lot more as I begin working there. I'm going to go 2 days a week. The doctor would like help teaching family planning classes. The challange is the different cultural & religious beliefs related to family planning. There is a need to respect these values, but also make them realize there is no place for newborns in this situation. I am also going to help with the immunization program, to make sure people are up-to-date & if not remind them about getting their shots. This will be mostly paper pushing, but a necesary thing. Since my interest is in public health, this should be a good experience for me.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Hash House Harriers
So am I the only person in the world who has never heard of the Hash House Harriers???? If I'm not & you've never heard of them, they are a drinking group who does runs. I guess their motto is I try not to let my running problem get in the way of my drinking!
I met a woman last week & she called me this afternoon just after 3pm & said "if you can be at Noregea's Pub before 4pm, you can join us on a Hash tonight." I had no idea what a Hash was, but knew it involved running, so figured, what the heck. So I put on my running shoes & clothes & headed out. The pub was just a 10 minute walk from our apartment. We loaded into cars & drove about 45 minutes outside of the city. There were about 30 people who obviously all knew each other. Very friendly group. In our car there was a couple visiting for just 4 days from Spain & they are Hashers there, so looked up the Bangkok Hashers & join in the fun.
The way it works is that someone plots out a trail & everyone runs or walks depending on their ability. It is not competitive & everyone supports each other. This trail was about 7K & snaked through rice paddies & around local homes (shacks) out in the paddies. It was very beautiful watching the sun set over the rice paddies. I was with the last group & one guy convinced us to try a shortcut, which ended up taking an extra half hour because we got lost!
When the run it over there is lots of beer & food. They form a large circle & call different people into the circle for different reasons & they sing this Hasher's song & the people have to chug their beers. I got called in 3 or 4 times. I was the only "virgin Hasher", which I guess is a big deal. Then I got called in because my husband was out of town, then because I was not wearing a Hashers t-shirt (I guess that's a rule) & then just because! Then we all went out for dinner afterwards to an outdoor Thai restaurant & drank more beer & had more fun.
What an unexpected & lively evening. When we got back to the city our driver dropped the visitors from Spain & myself off near the subway station & I showed them how to get back to the hotel & walked home. Just as I was going into my apt, this woman whom I met in Cambodia last weekend called to say she was in Bangkok & at Mc Donalds' just around the corner from me. So I went out & met her & this young guy she'd picked up at the airport. We hung out for a while until I finally told them I HAD to go home.
Now I'm not tired, but going to hit the sack anyway. This is a strange place sometimes!!
And people worry about me when John is away.......................
For those who have not heard of the HHH, here is a little history of it from Wikapedia:
Hashing began in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, in 1938, when a casual group of British colonial officers and expatriates began meeting on Monday evenings to run, in a fashion patterned after the traditional British Paper Chase (game), to rid themselves of the excesses of the previous weekend. This original group consisted of four members: Cecil Lee, Frederick "Horse" Thomson, Ronald "Torch" Bennett, and Albert Stephen (A.S.) Ignacious "G" Gispert. John Woodrow was also an original member of the group, but is rarely credited as a founder, having left Malaysia soon after the war and returning to Scotland.
After meeting for some months, they were informed by the Registrar of Societies that as a "group," they would require a Constitution and an official name. A.S. Gispert suggested the name "Hash House Harriers" in homage to the Selangor Club Annex, where the men were billeted, so named the "Hash House" for its notoriously monotonous food. The final word, "Harriers," refers to the role of those in the chase, where the "hare" was given a head start to blaze a trail and mark his path with shreds of paper, and then pursued by a shouting pack of "harriers." Apart from the excitement of chasing the hare and finding the "true" path, harriers reaching the end of the trail would be rewarded with beer, ginger beer, and cigarettes.
The Constitution of the Hash House Harriers is laid out in the following philosophy from a KL city club registration card dated 1950:
To promote physical fitness among our members
To get rid of weekend hangovers
To acquire a good thirst and to satisfy it in beer
To persuade the older members that they are not as old as they feel
I met a woman last week & she called me this afternoon just after 3pm & said "if you can be at Noregea's Pub before 4pm, you can join us on a Hash tonight." I had no idea what a Hash was, but knew it involved running, so figured, what the heck. So I put on my running shoes & clothes & headed out. The pub was just a 10 minute walk from our apartment. We loaded into cars & drove about 45 minutes outside of the city. There were about 30 people who obviously all knew each other. Very friendly group. In our car there was a couple visiting for just 4 days from Spain & they are Hashers there, so looked up the Bangkok Hashers & join in the fun.
The way it works is that someone plots out a trail & everyone runs or walks depending on their ability. It is not competitive & everyone supports each other. This trail was about 7K & snaked through rice paddies & around local homes (shacks) out in the paddies. It was very beautiful watching the sun set over the rice paddies. I was with the last group & one guy convinced us to try a shortcut, which ended up taking an extra half hour because we got lost!
When the run it over there is lots of beer & food. They form a large circle & call different people into the circle for different reasons & they sing this Hasher's song & the people have to chug their beers. I got called in 3 or 4 times. I was the only "virgin Hasher", which I guess is a big deal. Then I got called in because my husband was out of town, then because I was not wearing a Hashers t-shirt (I guess that's a rule) & then just because! Then we all went out for dinner afterwards to an outdoor Thai restaurant & drank more beer & had more fun.
What an unexpected & lively evening. When we got back to the city our driver dropped the visitors from Spain & myself off near the subway station & I showed them how to get back to the hotel & walked home. Just as I was going into my apt, this woman whom I met in Cambodia last weekend called to say she was in Bangkok & at Mc Donalds' just around the corner from me. So I went out & met her & this young guy she'd picked up at the airport. We hung out for a while until I finally told them I HAD to go home.
Now I'm not tired, but going to hit the sack anyway. This is a strange place sometimes!!
And people worry about me when John is away.......................
For those who have not heard of the HHH, here is a little history of it from Wikapedia:
Hashing began in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, in 1938, when a casual group of British colonial officers and expatriates began meeting on Monday evenings to run, in a fashion patterned after the traditional British Paper Chase (game), to rid themselves of the excesses of the previous weekend. This original group consisted of four members: Cecil Lee, Frederick "Horse" Thomson, Ronald "Torch" Bennett, and Albert Stephen (A.S.) Ignacious "G" Gispert. John Woodrow was also an original member of the group, but is rarely credited as a founder, having left Malaysia soon after the war and returning to Scotland.
After meeting for some months, they were informed by the Registrar of Societies that as a "group," they would require a Constitution and an official name. A.S. Gispert suggested the name "Hash House Harriers" in homage to the Selangor Club Annex, where the men were billeted, so named the "Hash House" for its notoriously monotonous food. The final word, "Harriers," refers to the role of those in the chase, where the "hare" was given a head start to blaze a trail and mark his path with shreds of paper, and then pursued by a shouting pack of "harriers." Apart from the excitement of chasing the hare and finding the "true" path, harriers reaching the end of the trail would be rewarded with beer, ginger beer, and cigarettes.
The Constitution of the Hash House Harriers is laid out in the following philosophy from a KL city club registration card dated 1950:
To promote physical fitness among our members
To get rid of weekend hangovers
To acquire a good thirst and to satisfy it in beer
To persuade the older members that they are not as old as they feel
Friday, January 16, 2009
Photos of Lumpini Park
Here are some photos I took at Lumpini Park yesterday.
This of the exercise group. Really doesn't show the entire group, but it gives you an idea of what it's like. And this is just one of maybe 4 going on. I guess they have them in the morning as well.
These are the lake (pond)in the middle of the park. The water wheel apparatus is an invention of the last King & it is used to airate the water prevent pollution.
These are of the Duck Boats - you can rent for about $1 for 30 minutes.
And the fish being fed. One actually jumped clear out of the water to get some bread. They sell bags of bread at the entrance to the park. A nice family place to hang out.
This is the entrance (well I'm leaving), but you can see the statue of one of the Kings & also the Sky Train (BTS) in the background.
This of the exercise group. Really doesn't show the entire group, but it gives you an idea of what it's like. And this is just one of maybe 4 going on. I guess they have them in the morning as well.
These are the lake (pond)in the middle of the park. The water wheel apparatus is an invention of the last King & it is used to airate the water prevent pollution.
These are of the Duck Boats - you can rent for about $1 for 30 minutes.
And the fish being fed. One actually jumped clear out of the water to get some bread. They sell bags of bread at the entrance to the park. A nice family place to hang out.
This is the entrance (well I'm leaving), but you can see the statue of one of the Kings & also the Sky Train (BTS) in the background.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Some funny things around town today
Since I've been in Bangkok I've not been able to find just a regular post office. There was a large post office near our other apartment, but you had to take a number & wait like 20 minutes just to get stamps. There are lots of little places like Mailboxes Etc... at the subway stations, so I've been using them, but of course they charge you a bunch extra. I've found this very frustrating and nobody seems to be able to give me a good answer as to how I can find a post office. Before Christmas someone told me there was one behind the Bangkok Bank building, so I circled it twice & all I found were lots of stalls selling everything BUT stamps. So today I asked the manager of our apartment & he said, "behind the Bangkok Bank building, just go down our street and you will see it". I was not very hopefully.
I walked down the street (1.5 blocks) & noticed a sign "Thailand Post Office". I got the attention of the security guard & pointed to the sign & he pointed into the parking garage, under an overpass. No wonder I didn't see it last time! So now I'm happy, I've found a post office & it's only a 3 minute walk from the apartment.
This is a photo of a 2 car garage, Thai style. This is just around the corner from our apartment.
This other photo is along the street next to us. The guy is setting up his "restaurant". Honestly, they have entire restaurants on these little carts. They will have folding tables & plastic chairs for about 20 people. The cart has a propane tank & most everything is cooked in a wok, whether it's deep fried or stir fried. It is amazing the variety of foods you can get from these street shops. I don't eat at them often, but when I have they are very good. I mostly get fruits & veggies from the street vendors. It is jack fruit season right now - I'll get photos.
We needed a few more things for the apartment, so I decided to make the trek out to Carrefour (Thai version of Walmart, I think it's French owned). I got as close as I could on the subway & then walked about 20 minutes to the store. The area I walked through was definitely not the tourist section of town. There were lots of car & motorcycle repair shops. Shops for reupholstering cars seats, buying car supplies, and installing car sound systems. I guess this is car/motorcycle servicing neighborhood. The funniest thing was motorcycle washing station (like a car wash, but for motor cycles). They drive up onto these raised cement areas & spray down the bike with a hose. There were 5 cement raised areas & all were full. I should have taken a photo.
At Carrefour there were employees skating around the store on roller blades. I guess it's so big that this is the best way for them to get around. It was pretty funny.
Tonight I went back to the park and participated in one of the aerobics classes. Good workout. Luckily it was not one of the hip hop ones, so it was pretty easy to follow & fun to be there with the throngs of locals working out. It's nice to do this now because the weather is so "cold" (it actually has been getting into the 60s at night). Most people were in sweat pants & jackets working out. I've moved to wearing short sleeved shirts instead of sleeveless. It'll be hot soon enough!
On my way home from the park, I saw a motor cycle taxi driver with a can of beer drinking it with a straw. Glad I was walking & not riding!!
That's it for my random observations for today.
I walked down the street (1.5 blocks) & noticed a sign "Thailand Post Office". I got the attention of the security guard & pointed to the sign & he pointed into the parking garage, under an overpass. No wonder I didn't see it last time! So now I'm happy, I've found a post office & it's only a 3 minute walk from the apartment.
This is a photo of a 2 car garage, Thai style. This is just around the corner from our apartment.
This other photo is along the street next to us. The guy is setting up his "restaurant". Honestly, they have entire restaurants on these little carts. They will have folding tables & plastic chairs for about 20 people. The cart has a propane tank & most everything is cooked in a wok, whether it's deep fried or stir fried. It is amazing the variety of foods you can get from these street shops. I don't eat at them often, but when I have they are very good. I mostly get fruits & veggies from the street vendors. It is jack fruit season right now - I'll get photos.
We needed a few more things for the apartment, so I decided to make the trek out to Carrefour (Thai version of Walmart, I think it's French owned). I got as close as I could on the subway & then walked about 20 minutes to the store. The area I walked through was definitely not the tourist section of town. There were lots of car & motorcycle repair shops. Shops for reupholstering cars seats, buying car supplies, and installing car sound systems. I guess this is car/motorcycle servicing neighborhood. The funniest thing was motorcycle washing station (like a car wash, but for motor cycles). They drive up onto these raised cement areas & spray down the bike with a hose. There were 5 cement raised areas & all were full. I should have taken a photo.
At Carrefour there were employees skating around the store on roller blades. I guess it's so big that this is the best way for them to get around. It was pretty funny.
Tonight I went back to the park and participated in one of the aerobics classes. Good workout. Luckily it was not one of the hip hop ones, so it was pretty easy to follow & fun to be there with the throngs of locals working out. It's nice to do this now because the weather is so "cold" (it actually has been getting into the 60s at night). Most people were in sweat pants & jackets working out. I've moved to wearing short sleeved shirts instead of sleeveless. It'll be hot soon enough!
On my way home from the park, I saw a motor cycle taxi driver with a can of beer drinking it with a straw. Glad I was walking & not riding!!
That's it for my random observations for today.
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