Sunday, June 26, 2016

Cocks' Combs and other snacks

We've branched out, and eaten cocks' combs. Why waste ornamental meat? They're tasty with a touch of mustard!
In other chicken news, this egg marketing implies that yolk membrane strength means good stuff.

However, the yolk-hold also worked on the slightly expired eggs in my fridge. But points for marketing creativity. And cool picture, right?
Now, moving onto peas. How about some greennut pea snacks in cuttlefish flavour?
But if you want more, you can get the Richo, the whole dried cuttlefish, now in extra long.
And good news! Collon snack is now available in green tea, mango, strawberry, as well as the original creamy collon.
There's lots to see in the Phuket airport.
In addition to good security, they are looking for someone to renovate the loos. Any takers?
And then there are the often sunburnt Russians. Travel tip: when flying to Russia, you must plastic wrap your suitcases. Apparently it is not so safe inside a Russian suitcase, otherwise. While you can get this done at the airport, most people bring their own plastic wrap with them on holiday.
With this technique, if you buy too much stuff at the tropical fruit stand, you can wrap multiple bags together without exceeding your checked bag limit.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Roti John Throwdown Iftar and Other Religions

What do a Roti John Throwdown, hanging squids...
And some unusually named hotdogs have in common?
They're all here for Ramadan, as part of the ramadan market (and much mosque chanting).
To celebrate this momentous occasion, as well as their honeymoon, Pat and Brett came to visit us.
We toured various spots of religion. Covered Buddha sculpture above (why, we don't know), and uncomfortable Hindu deity head crowding below.
Pat demonstrated her stellar selfie skills. We fit all three mouths in the picture.
The Hindu temple is slightly less welcoming then it used to be. The gingerbread man border is confusing, too.
Barry and I recently discovered that the slots/gates on old shophouses were not for milk delivery, or the like, but for human waste removal. Shocking that it's taken us so long to learn this! We demonstrated this to our visitors. Barry extra hard.
The drawers were emptied by "night soil" collectors, who put the containers in the stinker truck, like this.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Little India's Surprises

You just never know what you'll find in the backstreets of Little India. This time, cow art.
 
I knew we'd find Engrish, but not this good! It took Will a bit too long to figure out what was wrong with the diagram. The excitable airplane has other features, too.
Sadly, Total Miss Mathematicion didn't do too well on spelling.
I got these drums so that my nephew can develop a music sense of music, which is lacking our family.
I stayed away from the gloves for beating elephants.
The following items have something wrong with them, but I'm not sure what. This car speaks Korean, and is best for kids styled like old men.
Later on, the same child defends the motherland peace.
You know, my nephew isn't looking very Bollywood, so here are some options.
Naturally, I chose the tacos version!
Then we went downstairs to get Will a calculator, because he likes counting down from 9.
Well, Steve Jobs has been imortalized in the world of Engrish.
Alongside the giberish fuzzbunny. There was eakness.
On the way home, Barry fights mural sexism.
After this, we need a Fazzy Navel Cooktail!

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Contrasts of Tokyo

Inside, you can buy, um, unclothed vegetable dolls. (Do you think I got around the veggie-fetish googlers with that wording?)
Outside, riot police. I'm sure the problem can be solved with old man or glowy ghost toys. Collect all squatting positions!
Road barricades! The airport bus was late! (Late, in Tokyo!) We saw protests all weekend, except for in the English media. So we assumed they were for more women's rights and immigration, naturally.
Narita Airport was empty except for the Eva cardboard woman.
That's because everyone was at Shibuya.
Seaweed that tastes good!
In contrast to the limited spoken English, there is secret English known everywhere. The servers at this restaurant named each fish in English, including Sea Grunt.
Can you tell which one is sea grunt? The chef discussed the English spelling of "grunt" with the next table, in Japanese.
I was pretty proud of my okonomiyaki saucing.
Until Barry went all artsy on me. Luckily his art emphasizes his forehead too much.
In Japan, we had fancy vegetables with fluffy foam.
And mystical strawberries.
But it was just as good as the cheaper yakitori. They treat their chickens so well in Japan that their skin and hearts even taste good.
Hiroshi and Naoko introduced Barry to Hoppy, now in Red flavour. This is, unfortunately, the only picture of Hiroshi - his sweater in the background.