Impressions 4

2013-01-19T11:57:21.297Z

Thanon Ratchadaphisek, Huai Khwang, Bangkok 10310, Thailand

My goal was to write every night on my trip so as to capture everything is all its vividness. In Hanoi I did pretty well. In Thailand... Utter failure. As soon as my head met the pillow they became best of friends not wanting to separate even after 6 hours. So quick summary.

Arrival in Bangkok was smooth but waiting for the luggage took literally hours. Customs was a joke. The weather... Delightfully warm. Thanks to my friend Eddie we were able to visit Khao San road that night. I strongly suggest avoiding that neighborhood for hostels unless yoy aim to have a few drunk parties and wake up at noon in some park the next day with a ladyboy next to you. It is a tourist trap not worth visiting. The following day was a trip to the palace which houses the emerald buddha. The architecture is astounding. The gold and gems and mirror mosaics fantastic. The lack of signs telling what all of it means... A little frustrating. But words cannot describe the beauty. But the creme de la creme was the view across from Wat Arun during sunset. The views are just gorgeous.

Chinatown in Bangkok, known to the locals as Yaowarat, is well worth a visit. While it may seem strange to go to chinatown in Thailand the thai style of food stall hopping can most easily be experienced here. Thanks to Eddie and Joom we had an orgasmic experience enjoying food from seafood to dessert. The sesame ball soup dessert just melts in your mouth.
And now that brings us to Chiang Mai. And another day.

Impressions 3

2013-01-18T03:35:51.830Z

QL 18, Chi Linh District, Hai Duong province, Vietnam

In Vietnam the average death rate due to car related accidents is an astounding 10000 per year. Its astounding that its so low. The most harrowing situation was on the highway. A tour bus passing a dump truck. We were coming the other direction. Its a two lane highway. Lets do the math 2 cars+1car=3cars-2lanes=?

The answer is a change of pants. Vietnamese drivers have nerves of steel. We passed on a very narrow shoulder bordered by some significant rubble and a steep irrigation ditch. Pray I make it back alive tonight.

Well as you are still reading I apparently made it back in one piece. Either that or my ghost wanted to warn you. Either way you benefit fron my experience and wisdom.

So we visited a village on the water complete with 3 classroom school in Halong Bay. The community has a really great system where the men collect money for rides on the boats and the women row the boats while the men wait on the docks chilling. I see nothing wrong with this picture :p.

Despite the fact that it was quite foggy and a little bit chilly out there

The day
at Halong Bay
was well worth the pay
and now I must hit the hay.
By: Author unknown

Must be gorgeous on a clear sunset!

Impressions 2

2013-01-17T15:57:09.748Z

89 Hàng Mã, Hoan Kiem District, Hanoi, Vietnam

Ho Chi Minh's Mausoleum. He wanted to be cremated.

Another day another absolutely exhausted Brett. There is so much I would like to say. My experience in Hanoi is truly amazing. Any hard core fans of Top Gear know about the episode where the three hosts went to Vietnam and rode mopeds there. Well after seeing rush hour there Ive gotta say that the hosts really had balls. If anyone want to talk about crazy la drivers or chicago drivers or whatever city is your choice it cant hold a candle to Hanoi. That said riding a bike in Hanoi is amazing. And so is my friend Minhs mothers food.

Temple of Literature. First University of Vietnam in 1070!

Railroad tracks with homes

Hanoi is an amazing city, and I found myself walking all over it, wanting to explore every little nook and cranny. In fact, I did walk all over the city. No surprises, I got lost. Not once. Not even twice. But thrice I stood bewildered, looking at my map wondering where I went wrong. Please don't misunderstand, its not that I got lost because of Hanoi's streets. Thankfully, Vietnam uses the roman alphabet so every street can be read and understood. Its not because I can't read maps, because I can, rather well. But rather, I have a short memory for which way I am supposed to go and tend to follow my feet more than the map, a rather ragged, wrinkled rolled up piece of paper in my hand, forgotten more often than not. So I followed my feet... for 14 miles. On my journey, I got to see such sights as President Ho Chi Minh's Mausoleum and home, the Temple of Literature, the train station, the Old Quarter, Turtle Temple, West Lake and the nearby Botanical Gardens, and Hang Gai, the famous street for silk. After reading my guide book, I expected there to be so much silk it was hanging from the balconies. It wasn't. Nonetheless a great street to visit and very fun city to check out.




Impressions 1

2013-01-16T16:04:08.541Z

53 Hàng Cót, Hàng Mã, Hoan Kiem District, Hanoi, Vietnam

It is a grand adventure I have begun. Of course that could be said of all our lives but i speak of one adventure that sadly has a very definitive beginning and end. I am now in a dirt cheap hostel attempting to blog on my phone so forgive the brevity. I arrived after a delayed flight from bangkok that I almost missed because I passed out of exhaustion while waiting for the plane. I have only gotten to see what I could from the overpriced taxi. How can I put it the traffic... Its incredible. Tomorrow I must get some pictures of the things drivers have to put up with here. For now must sleep.
 Sweet dreams hope no bed bugs bite.


Parking In Hanoi...No joke!



Hand made Pasta

Recently, I have really been wanting to do some nice cooking. Something that I have never tried before. Something... ambitious. So a few weeks ago, when I learned that my parent's-in-law were coming to our home for dinner, I decided, that was the chance I had been waiting for.

 

I had already perfected a spicy arrabbiatta sauce. It had the perfect level of spiciness and aroma with the tomato sauce. So, all I had to do was attempt to make handmade pasta for the first time.  While I thought that the flour would be hard to acquire, but as it turns out, many different kinds of flour can be used. The difference of the flour comes out in the taste, texture, and springyness of the resulting pasta.

 

After having searched thoroughly online, and observing more than a few youtube videos, it seems that most everyone who makes their own pasta uses a pasta machine. I did not. No problem, you can roll it out by hand. It takes a bit more of rolling, and after having done so, I suspect the only problem with rolling by hand is that it takes a bit more time and therefore, it lost a bit too much moisture after constantly folding the pasta over on itself. However, it was really quite relaxing and stress relieving to constantly fold that dough over.

 

Unfortunately, I do not have the entire process documented in photographs, as I would have liked, but working with flour for the first time, I couldn't take pictures at first.  Which is really a shame because for anyone who doesn't know how pasta is made, I was quite surprised about the beginning. The only ingredients necessary are eggs whisked and flour on a table in the form of a volcano to pour the egg into. Then you just slowly mix the flour into the egg mixture and once the consistency is right, roll it out. Then roll it out again. And roll it out one more time. And again. Again. Again. And again, just to be sure. By the end of the rolling, it should have a silky smooth sheen and texture. After that, all that is needed is to cut the noodles to the desired thickness. Now, because I didn't add any salt to the mixture of eggs and flour, when boiling, it is advised to put a bountiful amount of salt into the boiling water, almost to the point of it being as saline as sea water. I did almost that, and after about a minute and a half of boiling the noodles, it came out almost perfect. I was shocked by the ease of it. It was quite satisfactory.

 

The long and winding path

I find myself at a crossroads. I have a choice to make. Or rather, I have a choice that was made for me, and I have the choice to follow that decision. It has been plowed and sowed for me. It promises to have lots of fruit after a very long and very tiresome season. But I fear the fruit will be sour, hollow inside, or somehow tainted. There must be something I am not seeing, so while I feel uneasy about this path laid out for me, I will begin upon it, trustingly.

Our company, that just a year ago I was so happy to have succeeded on entering, and so thankful for giving me the opportunity to work in Korea, has now filed for protection from bankruptcy. What this means is that the months of delayed/no salary have ended. The company will no longer be badgered by creditors for payments, and the priority of payments will shift so that current employees will get paid first. Good for employees in the short term. Yet I choose to leave. There are many reasons for this, and I must remind myself of them constantly, lest my constitution waiver.

My new home is one of the blue blooded creatures of chaebol corporations in Korea. Chaebol are basically familys so rich and powerful that they have managed to diversify their corporations and practically taken over the government. Where I might be sent to, I don't know. How much I will get paid, I don't know. How much overtime I will have to work, I don't know. How much I can see my family, I don't know. Cross my fingers, everything will go well.

Ah, yes, if you are unaware of the comment about blue blooded, I will be joining Samsung Construction and Engineering, one of the largest construction companies in Korea.

On the plus side, I now find myself with some free down time before my education starts. After going through an orientation for a day, one of the most frequently asked questions was how to prepare for entering the company. All of the employees answered to go on a vacation. Hmmm, vacation. If you had roughly a month of free time, but little money, where might you go on a vacation? To be honest, I do not yet know the answer to that. That shall be for next time.

American Wedding

Today, the writing bug has finally over taken me. I have a very high hill to climb, and I have been dreading it. But I feel I can no longer procrastinate. I am not quite sure how I want this new form of communication to develop, but it cannot start to develop without writing, so here goes.

I had in fact meant to write this oh such a very long time ago. It was even written in email form before being foolishly deleted in a misfortunate circumstance of misunderstanding on a bouncing bus. But enough with excuses.

For startings, lets get the biggest thing out of the way. Its been a long time in coming, and I apologize for the tardiness, but I would like to thank everyone who was able to come in body, mind, or soul to my wedding back in the states. I know it was very short notice, making it impossible for some to come, but I appreciate the thought anyways. And for those who weren't invited or perhaps weren't even aware of it, well, I owe you a big apology, but with only two weeks of planning, I had little time to contact people. As a brief summary... I present you this picture.

Our Wedding in Wisconsin

Now, I am not sure if nobody noticed or they were just too kind to say anything. Who am I kidding... everyone would have loved to point out my mistake. Can you spot the gaff in the picture? A hint... jeans with sneakers, khakis with loafers, dress pants with...

As I look at the original picture now, blown up full size on my screen, I realize once again the fashion crime I committed. Not to say I am a fashionista, but on my wedding day. Ay yai yai!

I am going to make this one short and sweet, so I will leave you with some rather random things I have experienced recently.

While walking down the sidewalk one day with my co workers, Mario, who is from Spain, and Nurzhanat, who is from Khazakstan, I attempted to cross the road. Nurzhanat commented to me, "Shouldn't we cross at the zebra crossing?"
I'm thinking, "I'm sorry, the what? Did I hear that right?"
The zebra crossing? Turns out, Nurzhanat is not the only one to use that expression. Apparently in Spain, they say the same thing, in spanish. And Nurzhanat, who has lived in Khazak and Singapore, informed me that both of those countries, in their native languages, calls the cross walk a zebra crossing. So, if you are out on the savannas of Africa and you see zebras crossing a shallow, what would one call it? Have you ever heard anyone call it anything other then pedestrian crossing? What was the most colorful description you heard for that? I'd love to hear some of them.

For next time, I'd like to talk a little about voting in Korea and the Samsung Interview process.
Until next time, stay healthy, stay warm, and if you are in the New York area, stay Dry! Anyone for a swim in a subway tunnel?