Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Rapa Nui

quarryUnless you are Thor Heyerdahl, it's unlikely that you'll end up on Rapa Nui - Easter Island - just because you were in the neighbourhood. There are only two flights - one from Tahiti, and the other from Santiago de Chile. We came by the latter. It's a fascinating place, one of the most striking that we've been too. Just about everyone on the island lives in the town of Hanga Roa, the only town on the island. We didn't notice any other settlements, it was in fact the striking absence of other villages that was so noticeable.

sea
It wasn't the town we were interested, though, it was the moai, the statues. This is Ahu Akivi, the only inland moai, on the slopes above Hanga Roa, and the only moai facing towards the ocean.

empanada
Food is pretty expensive on the island, as is, well, everything. We found the food pretty uninteresting, so best to stick with basics. The empanadas were pretty good though.

hats
Pukao, described as either topknots or hats. Mined from a reddish coloured volcanic stone, found in one location, Puna Pau, separate from the quarry of Rano Raraku, literally on the other side of the island.

church
The church of Hanga Roa, where the priest, a Portuguese man, had spent several years in India, and immediately came out to greet us as we walked past the church.

quarry
The moai quarry at Rano Raraku. Moai of different sizes, states of completion, and positions. Absolutely eerie place, as it looks as if the entire place was abandoned all at once.

japanese
Ahu Tongariki, just below Rano Raraku, is the most numerous collection of moai on a single ahu (pedestal). This set was erected by a Japanese team as part of early conservation efforts.

stick
To get around the island, we rented a pretty rickety, and not very waterproof Jeep. It rained pretty heavily on some days, but traffic was so minor - sometimes we'd go hours without seeing another vehicle, so R. gave it a shot. She's a mini-Andretti, I tells ya!

anakena
The only sandy beach on the island is Anakena, which is also the site of the first set of moai that were re-erected using traditional means. It's also one of the few that have the pakao or top knots on.

library
The library of Hanga Roa.

top
The Orongo village at the top of Rano Kau, center of the Tangata manu, or birdman cult.

bird island
Moto Nui, home of the sooty tern, and a central part of the birdman cult. Each year, each clan would nominate a participant in the birdman competition. From the Orongo village, which was perched at edge of a sheer, rocky cliff, the competitors would have to climb down some 800+ feet, swim to the island, find the egg of a sooty tern, and then race back to the Orongo village. Each year, many competitors would die from falling off the cliff, from drowning, or from being attacked by sharks! To the victor, as ever, go the spoils.

Toroko
Unfortunately, back then, they didn't have the Toroko Disco, which can be a heaving place.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

To Austria, For the Ball

linz
Back to Austria for the Wiener Arzte Ball, but this time bringing a contingent with us. The last time we were in Austria, we were only able to spend one evening with Mr. and Mrs. M., R.'s parents, and that was with a big crowd. Mr. M. had pulled me aside then and said he had hoped to have some time with us alone. So this time, no excuses, R. and I came a few days early and went directly to Linz, where we took some time to visit some sites outside of town, talk about all things Japanese (a mutual interest for Mr. M. and I), R. got some skiing instruction, and I was well fed by maman!

C&C Rhythm Factory
A few days later, our friends C. and C. arrived from the U.S. Let's just say that the M.'s were very taken by them, not least because of C.'s Malawi background (Mr. M. pulled out some old maps of Nyasaland), and after C. asked for some Waltz instructions (during the course of which I stepped in a vase and Mrs. M. smacked me for being too rigid - not a natural waltzer, am I), the two of them put on an impressive salsa demonstration. Drinking and dancing until, well, the very early morning. Great fun!

lounging Stylin
The four of us headed to Vienna to meet with the others at the Style Hotel. When R. and I had been in Vienna the year before, the hotel had literally just opened, so we decided we would stay there this time - great location in the 1st District, and literally the closest hotel to the Hofburg, the venue for the ball.

birthday boy
Time to meet R., the organiser, the Charges d'Affaires, the Geburtstagskind - oh yes, this year, it was his 19th birthday.

pastries
Since our friends from the U.S. had never been to Austria before, it was time for a crash course in Viennese culture - Cafe Diglas, Hotel Sacher, Gustav Klimt, the Opera, Stefansdom...

butt car tipping
...strange window displays, car tipping...

heuriger #1
...and of course, to the 19th district and some fine time spent at the heuriger in the company of pork, veal, and grüner veltliner.

heuriger #2
The day of the ball approached, and for strength, it always makes sense to fill up on a good meal, to give strength through the night. So, to another heuriger, this time outside of Vienna.

drinks
Pre-Ball lubrication in Style.

group
Group photo at the Hofburg, with R.'s landlord in Paris! If there's a more stylish guy, we've not heard of him.

stumped by umlaut
Next day's survivor's breakfast at the Palmenhaus in the Burggarten, basically part of the palace. Here, R. is stumped as I've challenged him to come up with a word with more umlauts than breakfast - frühstück. We came up with Anwältinfrühstückkäsegewürzöl, which we represent translates as Lawyer's breakfast cheese spice oil.

semmering
And so to Semmering, for a few days of skiing.

ski sled
Some would ski. Some would sled.

food
Others would eat well.

c. a.
To cap things off though, a select few would drink Underberg. Not all were pleased!

Friday, November 18, 2005

The Evolution of a Cendol Snob


Over the past few years, R. has developed a taste for cendol, the great Malaysian shaved-ice drink. But really, how much can one learn, weaned on a diet of Sanur (NYC) and Penang (Philly) cendol? Time for her first trip to Malaysia.


We may have started off with the good stuff too soon. Baba-Nyonya cendol on Melaka's Jonker Street. After this, R. was even thumbing her nose at a good mamak cendol just a few minutes later. I'd created a monster.


Up to Penang, R. was not looking impressed. "I don't think these guys even have pulot, are you kidding me?"

Down to Singapore, armed with the Makansutra guide, R. would barely give Singapore cendol the time of day. "Even Penang Road cendol is better than this stuff." Oh dear.


I was definitely troubled. I found myself married to a full-on cendol fiend. When my uncle pulled off the side of the road somewhere near Seremban, heavily travelled by lumber-lorries, I definitely had my concerns.


R. tasted. "Pulot also got. Gula ok, not gula melaka, but ok." Well, at least she was assuaged, if not satisfied.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Penang, Thailand, and Singapore


And so to Market Street in Penang, home to Karaikudi Restaurant and delicious biriyani!


After lunch, we went to book flights to Singapore, and having accomplished that, it was time for dessert. My cousin led us to Ali Babur's Kacang stall. Apparently it had been some time since he'd been, as his first, loud, exclamation was, "WAAAHHHH....SO fancy!!! R. nearly lost it...what exactly was so fancy about this place? Apparently, they now have a roof and two stools - buckets, actually - to sit on. Going upscale indeed! The kacang was delicious!


A new Buddha statue on Penang.


After skipping out on Uncle Chili Bob, we decided to take a day trip across the Thai border to Betong, a not particularly inspiring town, but full of massage parlours and tasty restaurants.


So tasty, in fact, that as our food came out, the waitresses made off with my little cousin. Ok, not really, but they were very taken with her.

kuih
On to Singapore, but having landed up at the airport 45 minutes before our flight departed, my cousin that this would be a perfect time to go find some kuih - Malaysian cakes. Only took us 40 minutes to find. That left 5 minutes to spare though! R. was not pleased, but she was ok once she started chowing on some pulut inti.


Wrapping up our trip, a couple of days in Singapore. Good food, plenty of foot reflexology, and lots of pre-Christmas shopping along Orchard Road. All in all, an excellent effort by R.

To Malaysia

Boh Tea
Our first trip to Malaysia together, I hadn't been in about 3 years, and this would be R.'s first trip to S.E. Asia.


Not quite durian season.


Down to Melaka, where literally nothing was happening, except for the eating of cendol. That's me in seat K-12.


To Klang for a smash-up Chinese meal with the family.


"We're not yet open!"


You are now!


Up to the Cameron Highlands, for a visit to the Boh tea estates.


Some R&R time at the Bukit Merah Lake Town Resort, which is also home to an animal sanctuary on an island in the middle of the lake.


No prizes for guessing who lives on Orang Utan Island. The infant care unit was a highlight.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

MSNYC Bike Tour 2005

duo
My powers of persuasion must have been at their apex, as I convinced not only R. to join me, but T. to give the Multiple Sclerosis Society of New York's annual cycling event another go this past weekend.

ERD
Up East River Drive.

Lincoln Tunnel
Through the Lincoln Tunnel.

GWB
And over the George Washington Bridge. The promise of free post-tour massages must have helped - much less complaining this time around!