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TokYO.

In many ways Tokyo is exactly how I imagined it: full of art, beautiful gardens, clean streets, respectful people, and bursting with amazing food. But I didn’t expect beer to be cheaper than tea! That’s just one of the random things I’ve found in Tokyo…

Things I’ve seen in Tokyo:
– the most beautifully dressed & groomed people. They take beauty and cleanliness very seriously. I even checked out an onsen one day… it’s a public bathing facility. It’s an experience…
very old people walking hunched over with a cane, who are about 3′ tall. Many Japanese live very long lives, and the sterotypical elder looks like a cartoon character – so sweet.
– an iPhone5 in four out of five hands. Don’t let anyone see you have an iPhone4, cause that is so 2012. You can’t even buy accessories for it.
– women in Kimonos, even on the subway.
– women acting like dolls: pigtails, short frilly dress, and a super high-pitched voice. They’re “cosplay” girls.
– Men with large purses, cause small purses are for women.
– Men in suits sleeping anywhere. The first night I arrived I saw a man in a nice suit curled up on the ground outside a Karaoke bar. Yesterday a man fell asleep standing on the subway. Both hands were clutched to handles above him as he swayed side to side, back and forth with the train. The lady sitting under him looked frightened but politely allowed him to sway over her. Today a man at the mall was sleeping with his laptop open, both hands on the keyboard, mouth gaping, and head cocked straight back on the couch.
– vending machines everywhere. They sell mostly drinks and cigarettes, and sometimes you order ramen (noodle soup) with them.

Things I haven’t seen in Tokyo:
– a speck of dirt
– a traffic jam. Because over 6 million people are in the metro every day (wikipedia).
– garbage bins. I can never find one when I need one, but there’s never any litter on the streets either.

…And that’s just Tokyo!

This adventure’s pictures are on Flickr:
Amyleajacobs’ Tokyo Photos on Flickr

 

 

Huh, That Was Unexpected.

 

“Can I marry you?” he shouted as he drove by on a scooter…

A bank machine just ate my card. I was so excited to find an HBSC Bank – my home bank! I entered my pin, typed an amount, hit enter, and the machine spit out a receipt, “Card Retained.” The ATM gave no reason, and the bank is closed. I have 27RM ($9) in my pocket to last me 14 hours til the bank reopens.

Yesterday the police stopped me as I was walking down the street. I must have looked suspicious with my green skirt, pink shirt and frizzy hair. An officer asked me to “stand over there” as two others approached me…Then he held up a cell phone and told me to “smile!”

“CAN I MARRY YOU? WHERE YOU FROM…” a man shouted to me as he drove by on his scooter. Half a minute later he drove back the other direction, “WHERE ARE YOU FROM?” I said “NO”. He sadly shook his head and sped off.

I went to the camera museum and the owner gave me a personal guided tour! How kind! As he was explaining the famous photographs on the wall, a single spotlight went out above our heads. He said “huh, that happens every time I show this photo. It’s the first ever known photo of a ghost. It usually turns on again if we walk away.” It did.

Let the random adventures continue!

Better latte than never.

The Canadian embassy in Bangkok gave me an update: at least 10 more days until my new my passport will be ready. Even though I lost my passport, drivers license and a handful of cash, and I’m waiting 3 weeks for a new passport, I actually feel like I’m winning! Yesterday I tried my 13th cafe in Chiang Mai and arrived just as a coffee cupping class was beginning. I asked,

“Can I learn how to do that too?”
“Yes, ok.”
“Great. When?”
“Right now. Come come.”
“Ok!”

So I learned coffee cupping, the art of smelling and tasting coffee. During this I met Pauline from France who invited me to visit her in France this summer. Deal! Then Pauline introduced me to a latte art afficionado who offered to train me in latte art later this week. Double whammy. Happy St. Patrick’s Day, I think I found the pot of gold.

Camping out.

Creative And Meeting Place. That’s what CAMP is! It’s also a brilliant idea. Located on the top floor of a fancy new mall, CAMP is a cafe designed for students or nomads like me to study, create, or meet, and eat. If there weren’t a million other great cafes in Chiang Mai I’d live at camp.

 

I’m going coco nuts.

Link to Flickr page for photo of coconut cream pie.

Coconut Heaven Pie from Cake Baan Piemsuk, “Happiness you can eat” in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Photo by Amy Jacobs, Flickr.

I just devoured a massive slice of coconut cream pie and a coffee with coconut milk. When I ordered this the barrista looked at me like I’m nuts. “Coconut milk in your coffee? Not milk?”  I nodded and the look on his face said “Ok crazy lady.” How can Thailand not use coconut milk in coffee?… It’s the great land of premium coconut milk and mediocre coffee, yet they don’t put them together?! Who’s crazy?

Enlighten me.

I’ve seen many Buddhist temples over the last three weeks so when I learned we were going to another temple yesterday I thought “here we go again…” But yesterday’s guide (a local ex-monk of 10 years) took us to a secret temple, unknown to any tourist map. It wasn’t spectacular or ornate like the others; it was simple and purely serene. Built among trees and a waterfall, this Wat’s small cement building for “the old monk” was carved like a tree. Each of the three young monks had his own little 5×7′ hut with a small porch and matching terrace overlooking the city. Their orange umbrellas hung from the rooftops like trumpet flowers.

I learned a few new things at this temple, including how to sit and meditate like a monk (legs crossed right over left, hands resting flat right over left), and that Buddha statues are always men and may look like women because they’re designed to look beautiful. But the most interesting thing I learned is that (according to my Thai ex-monk guide), a Buddha, among other things, is a monk who has achieved enlightenment by realizing the truth about Trikaya. When a monk is a Buddha he can sense things, see his past lives and his future – for some this includes the day he will die. The last Thai Buddha died about 10 years ago. Three days before his death he announced he was going to die. People didn’t believe him, until he was found dead in his bed. Then he was cremated and the proof was in the pudding – his bones burned many colours.

Life’s a little different in Laos.

 

“Sunset boat for you, cheap cheap. 80,000 kip!” Sure, why not hire a Mekong river taxi boat for a private sunset cruise? Paired with a cold bottle of Beerlao from the corner store, we couldn’t ask for a better way to spend the evening. Our driver (er, captain?) is a local from Luang Prabang. Like many locals, he was a monk for 8 years before leaving the temple, finding a wife and having 7 kids.  Cheers to that!

Asia + France = Laos.

I’m looking out my hotel window at the most amazing crafts & clothing market. Hundreds of red-topped stalls along the boardwalk of the Mekong river. I’m the type of person who only goes to the mall when I desperately need to, but this is totally different – I’m actually resisting the urge to shop! This market is adorned with beautiful French clothing, bags, shoes and more at SE Asia prices. And for those who like labels, the Chanel & Louis lookalikes look real to me…not that I’m a good judge. Step aside Chatuchak Market (Bangkok), I’ve got a new favourite!

Colours, numbers, and all that jazz.

Thailand is a colourful country. There are red and yellow flags flying everywhere, and the occasional purple or blue one too. I asked a local, what’s with the colours?… Each flag honours a member of the royal family, and the colour is based on the day of the week they were born. The King’s flag is yellow for Monday, the Queen’s is blue for Friday, the Princess’ is purple for Saturday… My flag would be pink, for Tuesday! According to this, my optimum professions are policeman, soldier, chemist, cook, and hairdresser… time for a career change.

My room number at the last hotel was 13 that had been changed to 43. So I asked the owner if 13 was unlucky. She laughed, then pointed at a dog… and that’s how many conversations go in Thailand.