Monday, January 30, 2012
This is the last of the mother & child on a bike photos for now. This one was taken in Yangshuo, China with a point and shoot. I was on a bike too when I noticed this girl in a pink vest and focused on her treat . It looks like they are riding home from the market. I raced ahead of them and got my camera out and waited for them to pass. This was taken shortly after my brother and his wife had adopted a baby girl from China. I took this with her in mind. I made her a picture book of China and of course this photo was in it.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
This photo was also taken in Guilin a few years before the previous photo. I added the brick wall and Chinese characters to hide the rest of the photo which was just distracting. Maybe all wall is too distracting too. I may have to try something else with this photo sometime. It was taken with a point and shoot camera and again there was no time for a second shot. Although the timing for the boy could not have been better, the photo could have been better.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
In an attempt to get a few things up on my blog I'll post a few photos. So far every post has featured a photo from Asia. I'll stick with that theme for a few more. This one and the next two will be photos of mother's and children on bicycles in China. This one was taken in Guilin. Guilin is a popular tourist city, I found the tourist areas near the Li Jiang river to be uninteresting. However, walk a few blocks into the city and there are some charming areas that I fell in love with. When I saw this little girl standing on the back of bike with her pretty dress I scrabbled to get the camera out of my bag. Just in time for this one shot. Seconds later they were out of sight, hidden by the traffic.
Monday, January 23, 2012
I don't have any good dragon photos but this one was taken at the Dragon Mountain Temple in Taipei, Taiwan. There's a dragon on the side of the pot and there's fire too, so maybe it is a good photo to start off the Year of the Dragon with.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
I first bought almond cookies at this shop in Macau. I bought them mainly because this man let me take a few pictures of him making them. I didn't eat the cookies until the next day when I was in Guangdong, China. They were very dry and crumbly but I loved them. I wished I had bought more than I did but it was too late. Since then I have often bought them at a local Chinese grocery store. I always get the ones made in Macau because that reminds me of this shop where I first bought them. I have made a tradition of buying some to take into work to share for Chinese New Year. This year the local Chinese store does not have any made in Macau. The only kind they have are made in China. They are cheaper than the ones made in Macau. I am sure they will taste every bit as good and I will still think of this little shop in Macau but I would still pay more just to have some made in Macau.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Today I had meetings up until 8 pm. As soon as they were over I took the subway to Little India. I was hoping to find some vegetarian curry with tofu. As I walked through the market area all I could find was carnivore curry, mainly with mutton. After looking around, I came to the conclusion that tofu is not a traditional Indian food. Actually I knew this but hoped, being in Singapore, they would have broken with tradition a bit and thrown some tofu in their curry.
For some reason I was being a bit more cautious than normal about the cleanliness of the restaurants in this place. I had just about decided to go to China Town to eat when I saw a restaurant that looked acceptable. They did not have the curry that I was hoping for but it was indoors and was moderately clean.
There were many people eating at this place, a good sign. As I walked in I noticed everyone’s left arm was resting on their left leg with their hand dangling as if it were paralyzed. No one used utensils. Everyone was using the fingers of their right hand to squeeze a bit of rice and what ever else was on their plate together then, shove it in their mouths. A few of the patrons looked awkward trying to tear flat bread with one hand.
This place served South Indian rice meals. I went to the back of the restaurant where the cooks were and where it appeared the ordering took place. A man asked me if he could help me. I asked if they had vegetarian dishes. He said yes and asked me if I wanted a vegetarian meal. It was too late to turn back. I said yes. He then asked if I wanted a few other things and although I had no idea what he asked me, I said sure. I did manage to order some fresh lime juice to go with what ever else it was I ordered.
I found an empty seat and sat down to wait for my order. I used this time to make observations to try to figure out the proper etiquette for eating. Basically the left hand was not to be used for anything (at least not in the dinning room). Whatever else you needed to do must be done with the right hand alone, no help from utensils and certainly no cheating with the left hand. To manage my fears, I kept telling myself that it is just part of the Indian culture to not use their left hand to eat, a tradition. There couldn’t be any justified, logical, necessary reason they couldn’t use their left hand. But then I realized if they have not abandoned the tradition of not using their left hands to eat, what makes me think they have abandoned the tradition of whatever they do use their left hands for?
Oh well, my meal was served. In front of me was a big pile of white rice with six piles of various vegetable dishes, seven small bowls of different sauces, and a very thin crispy round piece of bread. Now I don’t like getting my hands dirty and I really don’t like getting food all over me. I have had a number of people mention that they have never seen anyone eat nachos with a fork like I do (just so I don’t have to touch it with my hands), and I have avoided eating oranges my whole life because they are too messy to peel (until my son showed me how to peel them with a spoon to avoid most of the mess). I poured the sauces on the rice then grabbed some of one of the vegetable piles (they were not just vegetables they had sauces and unrecognizable stuff in them kind of like a small stir fry of some sorts), mixed the vegetables with the rice and sauces with my fingers (right hand), then squeezed the mix into a somewhat solid clump and shoved it in my mouth. Wow, it was fantastic! I kept mixing and squeezing and shoving as fast as I could. They later brought me more sauces and some much thicker fried bread. I watched others break the thin crispy bread on top of the rice pile and just mix the pieces in with the rest of the stuff, so I did the same. I notice everyone was having trouble tearing the thick fried bread with one hand so it didn’t worry me when I struggled too. I ate until I couldn’t eat any more. My stomach was bloated and simmered with Indian spices.
My only worry now was how to open my wallet with my right hand when it was covered with sauces and rice. I did try to wipe my hand with a small napkin, but I did not have good technique for cleaning one hand with itself. As I got up from the table a man motioned for me to go to the back of the restaurant. I didn’t think that was where I wanted to go but he seemed as if I would be breaking tradition if I did not go, so I did. I then noticed the big sign that said “Wash Hands” or was it “Wash Hand.” I don’t remember. I did have trouble washing one hand with itself but when I was alone at the washing station I cheated and used both hands, and washed the sauce off my face too.
It was the best meal I have had in Singapore and certainly one of my most memorable meals ever. Although in the back of my mind a little voice is telling me I should start taking my Flagyl and Cipro right now (it can’t be easy cooking with one hand, I’ll bet they cheat when no one is looking).
Footnote: I wrote this July 21, 2004 plus or minus a day. This was an email that I sent to some friends. Half of them felt obligated to explain to me why no one used their left hand in the restaurant (I already knew) and the other half had no idea why no one used their left hand. By the way, I didn't get sick at all. The photo was taken at the same restaurant on my next trip to Singapore later in 2004. I took it before I got my hands all messy.