Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Mekong Delta

VIsiting the rice fields in Tien Giang Province, Viet Nam


Up close and personal with newly picked rice. Here the rice is drying in the sun for a week before going to the processing plant for husking(?) and packaging.




Diving board??












My friend Nick paddling his cousin and me up the river for an ice coffee.







Perhaps you remember hearing about the Mekong Delta during the days of the Vietnam War. There was some pretty fierce fighting in that part of Vietnam and the bomb craters are now filled with water and are used to raise catfish. I guess that is an example of lemonade from lemons.

I had an invitation to visit the village of a friend who was raised in the Mekong Delta last Sunday. To go there I had the option of riding on back of my friend's motorbike for about 60 miles or going by bus. I chose the bus. We left Ho Chi Minh about 11AM and got to our destination 2 hours later. Thirty miles per hour is average for travel here so it is fortunate that it is not such a big country.

My friend was raised by his grandmother but she was not home. His sister was there and she served lunch which was rice, fish and vegetables. For dessert we had mangosteen, a new fruit I discovered recently. Normally dessert is not a part of Asian meals. We ate typically Vietnamese style sitting on little plastic chairs about 20 inches high that are the same as kid's picnic chairs they sell at Walmart. An uncle came and ate lunch with my friend and me, and , also typically Vietnamese, the men ate before children or women. Fortunately no chickens flew up on the table as I had experienced when visiting a friend in a rural setting in Thailand.

After lunch we rode in a dugout canoe on the river up to a cafe for an ice coffee. I was pretty nervous the canoe that it would tip and the water was about as nasty looking as any I have ever seen. I did not want to swim there. The little boy in the pictures is a neighbor/cousin and he swims in the river every day, however.

This is rice growing country and the rice fields are lushly verdant. I have never seen rice that has been cultivated but not processed, and I suppose many of you have not either. I took a macro pic of this most basic of foods in this part of the world to show what rice looks like before before it goes to the factory for processing and packaging in plastic. (I reminded myself of a friend from Hawaii who visited me in Florida during the peak of corn season and he had never seen corn that was not canned or frozen. What comes around ....)

This was a hot and tiring day. Our return bus broke down about 30 minutes into out trip and we had to wait for another ride to come by. We made it back to Ho Chi Minh on an unairconditioned bus sitting on the very back seats. I hope my next travels are more comfortable. Speaking of next travels, I am still anticipating going to Seattle next week but flights are not looking so great for standby.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

A Story About Confidence

I met a Vietnamese man who teaches English and he told me the following story.

"My son asked me to explain the difference in confident and confidential. I told him you are my son , and of that I am confident.  Do you see the boy over there?  He is also my son but that is confidential.  Do not tell your mother."

All is well here and I am planning to travel to Seattle in about 10 days to attend the biannual Renfroe family reunion.  I have to get to Tokyo somehow, probably via Bangkok, and from Tokyo I am one flight away from the USA.  Although it's a long flight from Tokyo, somehow it seems like it is close to America.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Culo Inquieto

A few months ago I was traveling in Laos and I ran into a friend from Spain who roams Asia much like I do. I told him I was contemplating moving from Ho Chi Minh City to a then undetermined destination. My friend said to me, "You know, Eduardo, you and I are what we call in Spain 'culo inquieto' which means something like restless ass. " I agreed and made a vow to disenfranchise myself of that label.
Often I find myself not liking HCMC these days. The noise and traffic are abominable and learning the language, normally something I do easily, has eluded me. Riding my bicycle on the streets here has made made not like any Vietnamese. An insurmountable fault of HCMC is the distance to the ocean.
In a recent conversation with William Mackey he reminded me that I had mentioned the likelihood of my living in Penang, Malaysia, at some point. Thanks, William, for reminding me. Now I have charted my course to arrive in Penang before mid September. Penang is an island city/state in northwest Malaysia a few hours north of Kuala Lumpur by bus and a 20 hour train ride south of Bangkok. Like all Malaysia it is a melting pot of Malay, Chinese and Indian. Most importantly it is an island with several nice beaches. I have called on several resources in Malaysia to get information and I think I will be greeted warmly. I am quite confident that I will be happy there.
I know settling is a word I have eschewed at times but now it seems a desirable objective. I will appreciate your reassuring thoughts for my upcoming move. I hope I will run into my Spanish friend Francisco in the future and instead of culo inquieto we can be described as "corazon contento", happy heart.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Delicious Place




I was riding my bike today and came acroos this restaurant called Qua'n Nu'u'ong which means delicious place. I often order my food by looking at pictures and I see nothing on this menu that I want to eat. I wonder if anyone reading this would eat there. Just asking!

On the food front I just finished eating supper. I bought take away food to eat at home last night and I had so much rice left that I went to the supermarket today, bought a can of garbanzo beans, and Imicrowaved rice and beans together. I enjoyed the meal more than anything I have eaten in a while. It was good to eat "poor people food", as my Cuban friends call rice and beans.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

In the Hood













There is no special significance to these pictures---just some scenes around the neighborhood. I will post more.
















Sunday, July 1, 2012

Wheels

I bought a bicycle over the weekend and for the first time living in Asia I have my own transportation. It feel wonderfully liberated to be able to move about the city more easily. I think I rode more than 10 miles yesterday, so I am not only mobile but I also get exercise while moving. Traffic here is not quite as difficult to manuever as it looks from the back seat of a motorbike, which is encouraging.