The above nice picture of a Chinese word expresses my sadness of losing a bunch of my best friends lately. They have been victim to a common phenomenon known as the expat exit. Last week, Wolverine and Anne left for Hong Kong. This week, Dave's going back north, and Erin left earlier this year for Indonesia.To mark this sad occasion, we had proper goodbye meals. This one included Singapore's most delicious dish: chili crab. Chili crab is served with Barry's favourite buns for sauce dipping. He says they are just like babies.The best side dish for chili crab is black pepper crab, which also deliciously laughs in the face of western seafood sauce convention.Chindian fried noodles complete the meal.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
This weekend, Barry learned about communism.The reason for this is that once we got tired of wondering about the giant balloon across the street from us, we went on a walk in our neighbourhood.The weather was so bright, even golden Buddha had to wear shades.
Street fires burned out of control. And cemented-over former garbage chutes provided intrigue.
The Teochew Drama association didn't seem to have any shows on today.
But as usual, we were more interested in the street kitties.
Also entertaining were alley plants decorated with crab shells. Intriguing.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
I thought you might like to see what a storm looks like here. Sadly, my photographic adventures failed to capture the lightening. But I did capture the intellectual pigeon, below:In other news, we've been typical mature adults lately. But seriously, we kept space, at least.We also checked out some of the local industries lately. The Drugs and Nutrition company across the street seemed it would sell things that we wanted, however it was closed.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Why is this woman hidden underground, and why is Barry tunnelling away? Well, because of the Vietnam war.These are the Cu chi tunnels, used as one means for the Viet Cong to stymie the Americans. Also used were booby traps show below. The Americans fought back with their own weapons, as detailed at the museum formerly named the American War Crimes museum. Fair enough.To move on to brighter topics, here are some balloons.And a picture of me and Jack. Fruit.As you can see, I fit right in in Ho Chi Minh. I even tried the local convenience dogs, but the cat food smell stopped me.HCM is a pretty city
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
No actual cigarettes were harmed in the shooting of these photos.
I get a lot of searches for "Eurasian Culture" so, let's start at the beginning, which is the 1970s. In the 70s, Eurasians had tendencies to wear purple shirts, white pants and Asian socks. They smoked in rooms decorated like this. Perhaps you'd like to see that bedspread again?Nice. The Eurasian phone of choice in the 70s was the Telboss Sweetone - cutting edge.