Sunday, February 26, 2012

I Know, I Know

I know I have been lax about updates and I was shocked when I saw that my last entry here was 2 weeks ago. I will do my best to cover some of what has been going on today. Again I apologize for lack of photos. My old camera still works very well, but it is quite bulky, far too big for my pocket, which means I have to strap it around my neck and it just is not comfortable. I think I will buy an iphone next time I am in US, which ought to solve the camera problem. That being said, here goes with the accounting of the last several days.
I returned to HCMC last night after a week in Malaysia and Singapore. It was so good to be back home that I never left even to eat supper once I got back to my room. Fortunately there was enough water pressure and hot water for a relaxing shower which is not always the case. After my shower I dined on crackers and a duty free Bombay Gin martini before hitting the sack.
The trip to Malaysia and Singapore was actually a business trip for my VN friend Phu and I just accompanied him. He wholesales agricultural pumps which are manufactured in Kluang, Malaysia, and that was our first stop. We flew from HCMC to Singapore on budget priced Tiger Air for just over $100 return. Upon landing in Singapore we immediately took a bus from the airport to the Singapore Malay border less than an hour away. After clearing immigration so very efficiently we boarded a new bus to Kluang. By the time we arrived we both were tired and took the first hotel we saw which was quite nice. We strolled a bit through the town, had supper and went back to the hotel. The next day we went to the pump factory and I sat in on the business meetings which was so unlike my career with American Airlines and I quite enjoyed the experience. Evidently Phu is a good customer and by the time we were ready to leave the factory late in the afternoon, the boss had arranged for a car to take us to our next destination, Melacca, about 2 hours away. How luxurious to be treated so courteously! I could get used to that!
Since I have spent a fair amount of time in Melacca I suggested we go to an innl I had used before. We took a room without looking at it and was that ever a mistake. Things had definitely taken a turn for the worse here and we spent a very uncomfortable night in a very dreary room.
We changed lodgings first thing in the morning and spent the rest of the day exploring the wonderful ancient city. For lunch I took Phu to a banana leaf restaurant which is a style of Indian restaurant where a banana leaf serves as a plate and servers with rice and all kinds of vegetables plop a spoonful onto the leaf and you eat with your fingers. Later in the day I contacted a local friend whom we met for supper in a very different type restaurant with forks, spoons and napkins. I like variety, you know.
After a day of relaxing Phu began phase 2 of the business trip which was to search for a supplier of rubber air filled baby bed sheets for his wife to sell in her wholesale baby care company. As you may know Malaysia is a big producer of rubber and the first factory we visited made many rubber baby products such as the sheets, baby bottles, rubber baby dolls, etc., but their biggest product was condoms. Never did I dream I would go to a condom factory! Naturally there was some humorous discussion about one product depressing sales of the others. The sales manager said he never had a problem explaining to his wife if he came home with condoms in his pocket--"just business" was his logical explanation. Upon leaving he gave us both a handful of their products including one lighted vibradome condom which is touted to enhance the excitement. I have not opened the package, so no comment.
The remainder of the week was more factory visits and we collected samples of baby sheets for Thaou, Phu's wife, to peruse. No other factory visit was quite as fun as the above mentioned Takaso Rubber Products. After 2 nights in Melacca, we traveled by bus to Johor Bahru, the last point on the mainland of Malaysia and just across from the island of Singapore.
Johor Bahru has the same reputation as border towns everywhere---dangerous and unsafe. I kind of relish the edge of danger and was actually disappointed that there seemed to be no peril anywhere we went. For breakfast in Johor I had one of the most memorable meals of the trip---a kind of pancake served with 3 spicy savory sauces. Again this was a hands on meal.
From our hotel in Johor we walked a short distance to the Malaysia Departure checkpoint, completed our emigration process and boarded a bus to take us across the bridge which separates Malaysia from Singapore. We processed ourselves into Singapore easily and spent the final night of our trip in another hotel I had used previously, this one more satisfactory that my earlier recommendation. Because our time in Singapore was brief and the heat nearly suffocating, we did very little exploring, venturing out for dinner in nearby Chinatown and spending the rest of the time relaxing poolside.
This trip reaffirmed two opinions I formed years ago. First, Malaysia is one of my favorite countries-- friendly multicultural (Malay, Chinese, Indian) locals, excellent intercity transport on a fine highways, lush green scenery everywhere providing delightful oxygen filled air. Second, Singapore is the most expensive city in southeast Asia where everything seems to cost too much. My standard to evaluate travel/living costs of a country is the average price of beer. In Viet Nam and Cambodia, one beer costs $1; in Thailand, $2; in Malaysia, $3; in Singapore, $5.
Now I am happy to be back in the land of $1 beer and plenty of vegetables with every meal. I am anticipating a trip back to the US sometime this spring to take care of taxes so I will start planning soon. Again, sorry for the gap in communication. All is well in HCMC.

Monday, February 13, 2012

A War Story

Last weekend I went with a friend to visit the area where he had grown up. I noticed that his family house was much older than other buildings in the area. I asked why and I heard the following fascinating explanation.

The area where he lived was occupied by the Americans during the war and the Viet Cong were in the adjacent neighborhood so there was fierce fighting in the streets. It was easy to imagine the opposing forces firing on each other in the narrow streets. When the Viet Cong finally overcame the Americans they destroyed all the houses in the neighborhood but spared his family home since his mother had provided the Viet Cong with food. Prior to the war my friend's family had owned 20 hectares all of which was usurped by the victorious north. My friend said he and his father made numerous appeals and a small part of their land was returned including the family home. There is a large new Buddhist temple very close by which was rebuilt after the war. The wartime Buddha of the temple was sent to jail for 10 years for cooperating with the Americans. His replacement reconstructed the present temple. Incidentally, my friend's family is Catholic
Sadly I have no pictures to support this story. I am very photgraphically challenged as my camera is too bulky to take around with me. I think I will have to buy an iphone with its fine built in camera next time I am in the USA.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Yet Another Chicken Story

I was in a part of the city yesterday where I had eaten twice unsatisfactorily in a small cafe when the old hunger alarm went off, so I found a new place to try. I ordered chicken and rice from the menu and noticed below the entree listing I could order additional rice, additional chicken or additional chicken organs. I pointed to the additional chicken organs listing and attempted to explain to the waiter not to put organs on my entree. Instead, he understood that I wanted to order additional organs. Well, since I had a bowl of mysteries in front of me I went ahead and ate it all, trying not to wonder too much what I was eating. Actually, not half bad!!!
Here is just a side note to my lunch experience yesterday. As I was eating my chicken, rice and additional organs the music playing overhead was incongruously Bing Crosby singing Jingle Bells on a hot February day in Ho Chi Minh City. Just another day in my sometimes surreal life.

Monday, February 6, 2012

A Riddle

What is the difference in a rotisserie chicken in America and in Viet Nam?

Give up? The answer is in the blog entry below.

The Answer to the Riddle

I love most things about living here in Ho Chi Minh City but it does get tiresome to have to go out to eat every time I get hungry. I like to cook and I long for a kitchen but it just is not available at this time, so I have found a substitute which is take away food. I recently discovered a market that sells what we would call rotisserie chicken at our local Publix. It is actually quite tasty, seasoned with a lot of garlic and lemon grass, and I have made meals at home of chicken, a baquette and sliced tomato and cucumber. There is one significant difference in Publix chicken and what I buy here. When you get a whole chicken in Viet Nam you also get the head and the feet. I have yet to eat either, but I am working up courage for that and a few other culinary adventures.The answer to the riddle is that a rotisserie chicken in Viet Nam also includes the head and the legs.

I remember when we were very young my sister Rena and I watching our Daddy wring a chicken's neck. Rena would not eat chicken for years after that. I am pretty sure she would not be happy to find a really whole chicken in the package even today. Right, Rena?