Saturday, November 1, 2014

Taiwanese Bowling

Written earlier:
Tonight I did what I have to describe as "Taiwanese Bowling." The bowling is in atmosphere only. To play this, you enter a large arena and are given a razor blade, a raw chicken liver and a long piece of bamboo. Oh yes, indoor shrimp fishing, with a bowling atmosphere.

I'll admit, when I was asked if I wanted to go fishing I first thought of a river, when they said it was indoors I envisioned a few probably older men around a small kiddie pool. No, this was serious. There were three ponds, and probably about 50 people, a majority of them around my age. My favorites brought their own poles and bait (and were much more successful.)

Now,  I've never been fishing, though I was once taught the basics of fly fishing on a rugby field (thanks Colyer.) If I'm bad at this, where they literally dump gigantic amounts of shrimp the the pool as you sit there, I feel like fishing might not be my thing. But hey, it was fun.





Taiwan Catch-up

Normally I'm good about not procrastinating... But we all have our moments. About 5 weeks ago I arrived in Taiwan, it seems so much longer, and yet it flew by. It's now time to catch up.

1. "Detention"

I spent my last night in Malaysia sleeping in a renovated shipping container. I can add that to my list of interesting sleeping arrangements. It was quite tight, but it was decent as a hostel and I had a good few hours before hopping on board my flight. Though uneventful, the real fun began once I got off the plane. This entire trip I've been dreading the possibility of being detained... not that I have reason to be detained, except when I'm stupidly honest. Upon arrival I made two mistakes-- 1. not knowing my address in Taiwan and 2. Telling the truth that I didn't know my address in Taiwan. The woman next to me offered to have me write down her address, but she only knew it in Chinese and thought that might be suspicious.

I was detained. It was the third time in my life in detention. My first detention was due to wearing long earrings in 8th grade and my second was in high school because I parked in the teacher's lot. I spent my third with a Taiwanese customs official. Much to my surprise he spent it quizzing me on current events. I was doing well in this strange version of jeopardy until he asked me the result of the Scottish independence (it had been decided midflight.) He went to get his cell phone to look up the result. He asked quite a few questions about details surrounding the vote and once we discussed it a bit more he stamped my passport.


Credit: Zark An

2. "Angie"

It was soon after I met Angie who would spend countless hours showing me around. Not only that, but she is also one of the most lovely people I have ever met. When people ask me my favorite thing about Taiwan I have to give the cliche response, "the people." I met so many outstanding people who were so welcoming and generous. The Chen family, who I stayed with during my time in Taiwan, were perfect examples of this.

3. "珍珠奶茶"

Not only is it one of the only things I can say in Chinese, but bubble tea it is also amazing. I had quite a bit of it. I also seem to have an alarming number of pictures of Angie, myself, and bubble tea.

Some examples:







4. "The Subway"

An honorable mention needs to go to the subway. Imagine an incredibly clean, efficient metro system. All the people stand on the right and walk on the left on the escalators, and wait in the "waiting lines" for the train. Overhead play little love stories of people falling in love due to the "kindness she demonstrated while being a good citizen on the Taipei Metro."


Source: blog.myfatpocket.com

5. "My Weekends"

Having just been to New Zealand I thought few places could rival it in beauty. The east coast of Taiwan does. I went there during one of my weekends that I joined a group, VOIS for trips around Taiwan. My trips need an entire post for themselves!



Monday, October 6, 2014

Food Critic Edition

After an unfortunate ipad crash I lost a blog or two, but I'm back and will try to make up for lost time! I have been so busy-- which means there is much to tell, but little time in which to tell it. Therefore I'll devote this post to the most important subject in my life-- food. (I mean second, after my proposal, of course.)

Before I left I wrote a list of promises to myself. One was to eat anything traditional that was offered to me (as long as it was okay for me to eat and I had never had it.) Being incredibly worried about offending your hosts makes it easier to eat what's put in front of you. Here's my list (so far) of new food from best to worst.

Hot pot- It's like a game of chance, a cooking lesson and a challenge all wrapped in one. Hot pots are exactly what you're probably thinking they are-- bowls of hot soup on your table in which you cook different vegetables and meats. The game of chance comes into play because you never really know what you're adding. The cooking lesson happens when you have to remember what has been cooking for how long and guess how long everything should cook. The challenge all comes down to the chopsticks. I think I could become good at probably anything if the alternative made me impolite, embarrassed and hungry. Manners are a powerful motivator for me, food even more so. Having only used chopsticks for a few weeks I'm becoming so much better. Still, when the hot pot contains small, round and slimy things, I struggle.

(As soon as I get hot pot pictures from my friends I'll post them. Get ready to be hungry.)

Passionfruit- It is a crime we don't import passionfruit. Having become addicted to these in Australia I was thrilled to find they're twice the size here. K, you would love them. They taste like a pulpy, slighty fruity, lemon.

Rambutan- I think this fruit was a result of Mother Nature becoming bored. Besides looking awesome, and having an awesome name they also taste awesome. They're sweet, firm and delicious.

Dragon fruit- Dragon fruit looks like it was co-designed by a toddler and an abstract painter. Bright red and green on the outside with a bright purple center, they are a joy and a mess to eat. Slightly sweet with a refreshing after taste, they are wonderful to eat in the hot weather.

Section fruit- I have no clue what these are called. They look like dragon eggs-- or what I think dragon eggs would look like. Bright green, they are super sweet but have a pit in each section, so take a while to eat.

Duck- I have no clue why I've never had duck, but it will not be the last time.

Star fruit- You're probably noticing a trend in the fruit.

Oysters- I've had one oyster in my life, so it's not technically my first time eating one. However I ate one (or four) since they were freshly caught and grilled. Texturally not super appealing, but the taste makes up for it. Eating them hot really improves the whole texture problem.

Duck Blood- The true Cinderella story of this edition. Despite looking and texturally being like purple tofu it tastes like meat. I would eat it again.

Fish Cheek- Supposily the best part of the fish. I was flattered to be served them. They were pretty good, but I still like the filet better.

Century Egg- Black, gelatinous, months old eggs that smell and taste sulfuric. They're super popular here.

Frog- Slimy with a slightly chickeny taste. The green skin throws me off and the meat to bone ratio makes it a lot of work.

Squid- Street stalls frequently sell squid on a stick. Now that I've had it once, I think I'm good. It's like eating slightly pleasant tasting rubber. Totally okay, but not my first choice.

Chicken Feet- There's no denying what these are. It's even harder to chew than the squid. Boneless they're much better, but I ended up having to swallow them whole... I think I'll pass next time as death by choking on a chicken foot in taiwan wouldn't be the best way to end my fellowship.

Durian- Durians are illegal on the subway in Singapore because they smell so terribly and strongly. They taste better than they smell, but only just.

Rice sausage- I'm still not quite sure what was in it. The rice is sticky, with an almost bitter taste.

Cow Stomach & Intestine- Bleh. The small cilia make chewing unpleasant. The black color threw me off as well.

Snails- I thought they'd be better than I expected, I was wrong.

Fish Eye- Mushy with a hard center, I think once is enough. Despite tasting better than I expected, the eating of eyes just becomes too mental for me.

During the meal where I ate a fish eye I had two (post-mortem) chickens staring at me. I'm told you can hit the top and eat out of it, luckily no one served me one.

& to all Watson Candidates- good luck! If you have any questions or just need some sympathy for how stressful applying can be, feel free to Facebook me this week. I will have Internet!

 

Lost In Translation #1

I have had the joy of meeting many english speakers in Taiwan. Overall their English is generally excellent, but some things get a bit lost in translation. The results are generally adorable. Here are a few I remember.

"We'll go up the tower when the sun falls down and goes to sleep." = We'll go up the tower at sunset.

"Watch Out Your Head" = watch your head (a sign)

"She was a cucabine." = concubine

"I've been sitting, I need to have some moves." = I need some exercise

"No admission on the raining day."

"I live by the river so I have knowledge of all the fish, but when we go to ocean I loose my power, goes poof." = she doesn't recognize ocean fish

Monday, September 29, 2014

Snapshots

I get what I call sympathetic awkwardness. I can't watch someone in a situation I would find awkward without feeling as if I was them. (I had to leave the theater while watching the movie Bridesmaids.) I have no clue why a story from NPR still haunts me, but it does. The story was about the reporter's most embarrassing moment. He had just had his 5 minutes of fame when a woman came up and asked to take a picture with him. He was thrilled he had been recognized, posed for the picture with her only to have her sheepishly then ask for him to take a picture of her and her husband. To me this sounds horrible and yet I keep having the opposite happen. I've taken a lot of pictures of other people for them, but, I've taken even more with random strangers. It started at Batu Caves, we kept getting people stopping us to take photos, normally of their loved ones and us-- people with whom they didn't even have a conversation. If someone could could explain why this keeps happening I'd love to know.

This is a new one.

The iconic towers of KL.

I've now been in Taiwan a week and have gotten a bit behind in blogging. I'll catch up soon I promise!

Hope you are all well!

 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

The Land of Lah

Malaysia, while beautiful and full of culture, will be forever remembered by me for the plethora of Lahs, straws and bags. Lah is sort of a Malaysian catchphrase-- added after many sentences with little meaning. Or, in the case of one man who spent his days standing on the same corner, Lah was what he screamed endlessly all day. While I have always been a fan of a good straw, Malaysians take straw use to a whole new level. Buy a drink in a restaurant? Straw. On the street? Straw. Hot? Cold? Straw. Impossible to drink using a straw? Straw. Clearly this is because of santation purposes, but it still thought it was funny. However, what I still don't really understand are the use of bags. When I bought a soy milk drink in singapore I was given my cup in a plastic bag carrier, but Malaysians skip the cup altogether. Drinks are all put in a small plastic drinking bag, if there isn't a handle a rubber band is attached.

Source: Paper Planes

After my latest experiences with buses I was very pleased for the metro in Kuala Lumpur. I was even more pleased to find something that I lacked in Singapore-- friends. I spent my first day alone exploring and getting a bit lost. That night I invited my australian roommate to dinner. We went down the street to Petaling Market. We decided to share and I ordered shrimp and she got frog. Now that I have tried it twice, I can say it's not my favorite.

The next day with friends in tow we went back to Batu Caves. (If you ever go take the train-- it's cheap at about 60 cents and fast!) The pictures can speak for themselves--

but so can I.

There were three caves-- one filled with statues, the main one, and the dark cave. The first one didn't make all that much sense to us as we didn't know any of the stories.

 

With the second cave came the stairs.

 

On my way up, I of course made friends with an older man. He explained to me the significance of the caves and why so many people were dressed up. His village had come to honor the god and pay homage to the monkeys. The monkeys were a bit like wildly misbehaving toddlers on steroids. Cute in theory but rather scary. I thought they were cute until one lept on a young girl and tore the flowers from her hair for a snack.

Finally, we went to the dark cave with a guided tour. We got to see cave creatures and explore. The Austrialian and I both thought our guide was hilarious, and he appreciated someone laughing at his jokes.

(For obvious reasons there are no pictures.)

Before we left we got some lunch and some coconut milk. But it was not from a bag, it was straight out of the fruit. Delicious.

 

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Planes, Trains, & Automobiles (but please no buses)

After my first two days of looking at flowers and going to arts festivals all day I decided to shake things up and just look at orchids all day. I ended up going to an impromptu meeting of "single foreign woman." That describes 90% of the people I saw at the botanical gardens. They were gorgeous and huge. Unfortunately it started to get very hot and I started to get a migraine while I was in the "healing garden" of all places. After lying down for a bit I realized I wasn't going to make it to the other two gardens I wanted to see, and needed to back to the hostel.

The hostel was about a 20-30 minute walk from the station and during that time I began to pour. It was raining so hard I quickly lost a contact. So with a hurting head, sight only in one eye and soaking wet I walked though the hospital complex to my hostel. The hilarious thing was that everytime I passed a doorway, and therefore a group or people, I would get all these friendly greetings. I felt a bit like a marathon runner on my journey with the crowd cheering me on... Not that I would know what that feels like. Since I was already half way through a shower and laundry by the time I got back, I decided to complete both of those activities and have a good sleep before my bus the next day.
 

The next day I finally found the desk only to have the guy look at me and say, "3." (My bus was suppose to be at noon.) "Bus broke down, come here at three." I had all of my stuff with me during the hottest part of the day, so during those 3.5 hours I wasn't going to get much done in the way of sightseeing. Luckily I channeled my inner Elli and tried the approach of "the worst they can say is no" asking if I could leave my stuff with him behind the desk. With a bit of convincing he was took my stuff from me and I got to sit outside a knockoff jewelry shop that had the door cracked open and read "Clan of the Cave Bear" while trying to drink the fresh squeezed sugarcane juice I bought. Sounds delicious, tastes revolting.

 

My main fear was the border crossing, but unsurprisingly it was a breeze going the other way. There weren't even stairs. Unfortunately, 20 minutes later the bus stopped and we had to wait an hour for another bus to come get us. For the second time in a few days I was concerned I wouldn't be able to get into my hostel as check in might be closed for the night. Malasian buses and I aren't on the best of terms... But hey, at least the new bus had psychedelic panda seats. (Sadly it was too dark for a picture!)

I had taken that bus because it was the only one that dropped me off really close to the hostel where I was staying. Unfortunately my bus driver decided not to go into the city. (Could you imagine that happening at home?) We dropped the first round of people off on the outskirts and went on this back street. The bus driver stopped, got out and talked to a man just sitting there on the median. The companion of this man came on the bus and got into an argument with another guy of the bus. After about 10 minutes of this the driver came back and started driving in the opposite direction of the city. He had a conversation in another language with some guys on the bus, gave them some cash and then had those guys tell us to get off the bus and get our stuff. The bus driver then drove away. It was bizarre.

Confused, the remaining 7 of us followed the two other guys into a train station and then were given a token to get on. The men said that the driver didn't want to take the time to go into the city, so instead he was just buying train tokens for all of us. Considering I paid about $20 for the bus (singapore prices) and he paid about 60 cents for my train ride (malaysian price) it made sense for him... Unfortunately it meant my carefully typed up directions from the bus station were no longer relevant. It was also almost 11 pm by this point.

I made it to Chinatown alright, but from there I got lost, KL might as well not name their street as they don't bother with street signs. I decided to take a taxi. I flagged one down and told him where I was going. Instead of having me get in he gave me walking directions. Begrudgingly, I started following those. I took a right and from beind me I heard a, "no go straight!" Before the taxi driver, who had been following me, drove away. After another 15 minutes I flagged another taxi, who once again gave me walking directions. Once again he followed behind me all the way to my destination. Rather strange, but nice all the same. I was not in the nicest part of KL, to put it lightly... something tells me the taxi drivers agreed with my assertion.