Journal

a diversion - and a question

so, getting away for a minute from the singapore expat extravaganza, let’s cast out minds back to “the trip” of a couple of months ago……

regarding this picture and this series:

every morning the monks of laos set out on a procession to collect alms, in the form of sticky rice (khao niaw) and other food. luang prabang is famous for its morning alms procession – the longest in the world.

this attracts a large number of tourists, with cameras – both falang (westerners) and thai / chinese buddhists who come over the border to take part in the ceremony. large posters around town give advice on how to observe and document the ceremony respectfully, but unfortunately this advice is often ignored – which places the photographer in a moral quandry.

do you try to capture some amazing images at the r

wanking in singapore

so, we all know the joke about investment bankers, right?…

well, all banks in singapore, and bankers, turn out to be like those dodgy men loitering outside public conveniences looking for some frottage action…

to begin with, there’s the queues. singaporean banks, despite ‘successfully’ (?) having moved everyone over to electronic banking, are still filled with hordes of people, waiting to see a teller. why? money. well der, it’s a bank. but i don’t mean just a lobster or two, i mean like 10K and 20K at a pop. as far as i can surmise, these people wait for their pay to be deposited into their account, and then withdraw the entire amount to hide under their beds for the month. or it could be to do with the recent 2-point hike in the GST from 5 to 7% (shops are offering to absorb the GST if y

observations of singapore... an introduction

so i thought i’d jot down a few random thoughts about life (so far) in singapore. written from an ex-pat’s point of view, admittedly, but hopefully not one of those ex-pats you read about in those gaudily illustrated airport pass-the-waiting-time short story books……

this is meant to be read by the rebubble GP, but as i know it won’t be, it can serve as a, well, ‘journal’ i guess, for me. haha.

hopefully also these thoughts won’t be just a collection of bitchy “it’s not the same as home” rants… although i fear some of those observations are bound to creep in at some stage!

firstly, the heat. and humidity. what’s that line at the opening of graham greene’s a quiet american? look it up. that’s what i’m talking about. at least, unlike brisbane, it’s relatively easy to escape from the H&H here.

hot in hoi an

our last missive left you somewhat in limbo – a hurried flight (metaphorical – the season was ending) from ko lanta to praduap khiri khan was followed by a sedate 7 hr bus ride to bangkok on the government bus,which doesn’t include lunch as it used to. once in bangkok we hightailed it immediately to the laos embassy to secure right of passage there, and then endured the interminable house hunting that each new city brings. we ended up on sukomvhit rd, one of the major thoroughfares in bangkers and purportedly one of the main reasons why the US state department has placed thailand on it’s “priority watch list” (for IP infringements) – due to the fendi prada and gucci facsimiles. as least that’s their excuse. thailand’s proposed provision of off-licensed HIV retroviral drugs for the rural…

the second installment

from putrescent phi phi we were herded onto the live cattle ship, i mean ferry, that was to take us to ko lanta. i’d tried to visit ko lanta in ‘00, but the sea was too rough being monsoon season. this time around the sea was like glass, and in fact i swear i saw someone skiing behind a longtail. perhaps it was the heat. i said it’s been hot, didn’t i? sweltering.…

anyway, not to be convinced by the touts on the boat, we independently found our own tuk-tuk driver and set off for some bungalows an embarking tourist had recommended. like ships in the night, gangplank aquaintances pass quickly, but can be very useful… anyway, we ended up at a cheap place (after paying 4 times too much for the ride, pun intended) on the beach with a surly innkeeper and some old wasted macbethian witches on the

ASEAN reloaded

this isn’t as simple as in the old days. back then you’d pour your heart out into an anonymous screen in some dingy net cafe in some dingy alleyway in old delhi or somewhere equally smelly, and press send. 3 days later someone would be guilted into writing back, even though they have ‘nothing to say, home is home, same old same old.’ these days you have to set up a travelblog, then you have to get everyone to bookmark it, and check it, and then leave comments so that you know you’re not just writing to the cybergods who never listen anyway, and of course your parents, who don’t really count (sorry folks). and to be honest, travelling with two people is, i suppose quite obviously, completely different to going it solo. i mean, someone already knows about the hell 17 hour ferry bus train tr…

uploading...

so, i’ve been having trouble uploading at work. looks like it’s a file size issue, as in anything too big can’t get through the firewall. trying to upload the higest res possible. let ya know how it goes…

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