Thursday, July 4, 2013

I'd like to teach the world to Singapore ...

Our little jaunt to super modern, multicultural, superbly organized Singapore has give us so many beautiful memories - from the gorgeous dark skinned women in bustling Little India dressed in their exquisitely detailed jewel bright saris to a three legged clouded leopard at the Night Safari gazing at me with big pleading eyes just like Puss in Boots. So much family fun - Isaac in the Plaza Singapura food court after an hour, still clutching his money and looking desperately hungry but unable to choose his lunch; Me at the zoo holding up my left hand saying "I may not have a great sense of direction but I think we want to go right." (even funnier because we did actually have to go right, but not the right I was pointing to). Food, glorious food including McDonalds! And a trip to Singapore is better than a gym membership - we racked up a few kilometers worth of walking between MRT train stops, up and down staircases to avoid the crush boarding the escalators and through mega indoor air-conditioned shopping malls - a large percentage of which are underground. In just 4 days we had one of our most enjoyable family holidays ever!


Sentosa Island felt like Singapore's answer to the Gold Coast of Australia and it runs like clockwork with free buses/trams driving around the main circuit and clear signage. Of the extensive list of theme parks and activities available we joined the photographically armed throng at the world's largest aquarium (several times the size of Kelly Tarlton's) then harnessed up at MegaZip Adventure park http://www.megazip.com.sg as featured on our favourite tv show, THE AMAZING RACE!! This had been on our "to do in Asia" list ever since Phil first got the offer to move to Vietnam. My kids only real challenge on the ropes course was waiting for all the less agile and fearless Australians to get through (or be rescued from) the frighteningly high obstacles. Zipping all the way down to the beach outpost over lush green forest, smooth white sand and sparkling blue water was enough of a thrill for me! The round trip cable car ride was a much needed relaxing break before returning to our comfy hostel to meet up with Phil, who had been at a work conference, the excuse for us all to be in Singapore.



Breakfast with orangutans (the orange ones behind us)

Of Singapore's four big wild life parks, the Night Safari, the zoo, the bird park and a river safari, we went to the first 2. They were both breathtakingly brilliant, featuring some trained animals (my flippers down favourite was Phillip the sea lion) and plenty of happy well cared for wild ones in big natural looking enclosures, many of which we could walk right into.We got really really close to bats, a flying squirrel we had been craning our necks to watch for a while nearly landed on my head much to my family's amusement and a pretty green bird with an orange beak took great enjoyment in making me and the group of 10 tourists behind me dive for cover. A lemur moved it, moved it around me to fly up a post I was standing next to and perch inches from my face - I've never been so close to heaps of different exotic critters and I will never forget the experience.
Phillip, performing like a trained seal at the zoo.






Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Singapore: the adventure begins!

The minute I stepped off the plane I knew that this holiday was going to be AWESOME!! Singapore airport is pretty big, so it has these cool things called  travelators,which are basically horizontal escalators, like conveyor belts. While we were on the travelator, we passed some guards riding on what looked like 3

wheeled segways!
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                They were also carrying large guns! Once we got to the hostel we were exhausted, so we had a rest then went to look for dinner. We eventually settled on a jungle themed tandoori restaurant, which had delicious food! The next day we went by cable car to Sentosa Island, where we had a blast at the worlds largest aquarium, where there were all kinds of awesome fish slithering around the bottom, darting in and out of the rocks, and languidly gliding through the clear water.


Eventually we managed to drag Lena away from the fish, and proceeded to the Megazip zipline and climbax rope course which was a lot of fun (I was faster at the ropes course than most of the other people there!). Following a late brunch at the food court the next day, (Isaac took over an hour trying to decide what to get!) we went to the Kenko Fish Spa to have the dead skin on our feet sloughed by little fish known as garra rufa fish (more commonly known as doctor fish).

It felt like pins and needles! All that, however was nothing compared to what was coming next...





                                                                                          
               

























Garra Rufa

Something was tickling, nibbling, working it's way through dead skin, desperately searching for food. I loved it! Garra Rufa, also know as doctor fish or nibbling fish, is a diminutive species of dully coloured fish that gently removes dead skin from your body, and eats bacteria and dirt that are on you feet, which isn't what the companies will tell you, because they want you to think the fish eat the dead skin. After walking around the Plaza Singapura mall, which is just one train stop over from Little India, getting our lunch/breakfast (Isaac took a full hour to choose!) our feet were sore. Accidentally going to the wrong outlet of the spa first, only to find they didn't have the fish, didn't help. Then we were there. The Kenko Fish Spa at the Singapore Flyer! Our feet were washed, and then we placed them into a run full of nibbling, tickling, Garra Rufa for half an hour. Paradise.



Monday, July 1, 2013

Sleepless in Singapore

Singapore.
 The island that is it's own capital, this 697-square-kilometre-large nation was recently the location of our four day holiday. A week before we left, we were all excited, but then we saw this news headline: "Singapore air pollution breaks all records due to Indonesian forest fires." That put a damper on our plans, and we almost cancelled the trip, but luckily for us, it cleared up significantly two days before our departure date. Sadly, the haze that accompanied it was set to last for weeks, so we would just have to live with it.

The morning we left, we got up, had a quick breakfast then caught a taxi to the airport. During the flight, we went through a particularly large patch of turbulence which shunted the plane upwards, then pushed it rapidly downwards for a few seconds, evoking screams from some of the passengers. Good fun! Other than that, we touched down without any difficulty, descending through a very thick layer of cloud or smog. It was raining when we caught a taxi to the backpackers where we were staying, but not so heavily that we weren't left breathless by Singapore's amazing architecture. Massive skyscrapers dominated the skyline, one of which was designed to look as though it had a massive boat running along the top of it. Lower down, we could see the Singapore Flyer (the worlds largest observation wheel) along with several bizarre structures we weren't sure about. The overall impression was of the London shown in the new Star Trek movies.

We were staying in an area of Singapore known as "Little India", an appropriate name as most of the inhabitants and shops there were indeed Indian. Our hostel was close to the outskirts of the area, next to a train station under construction. That was an interesting fact we discovered about Singapore: you can get almost anywhere on the island without ever going outside. The MRT, Mass Rapid Transit system, is a giant network of trains covering the majority of suburbs and prominent malls, which themselves stretch underground for miles.

We settled into our rooms, then headed out to find lunch. As we wandered past what looked like a jungle-based tour agency, a guy dressed in old British safari gear informed us that it was in fact an Indian restaurant: the Jungle Tandoor. We decided to give it a go, so he led us in and showed us to a table. The decor was so over the top, it was out of sight. Stuffed tigers and panthers perched in fake trees with plastic parrots, a giraffe head and half an elephant sticking out of the wall. There was even a near-life-size plastic Tarzan frozen in the act of  swinging down from the trees. Due to the position of the table, his feet were centimetres away from Mum's head for the entire duration of the meal. The food, however, was delicious, and one particular creamy chicken dish stood out as being the best.

Once we'd eaten, we caught the subway to a nearby mall. The trains are a very efficient way of getting around, able to transport a hundred or more at once to various places around the island. The mall we went to, Marina Bay Sands, was over 1 km long and 6 stories high. It was MASSIVE!
Not only that, it had a museum connected to it that was shaped like an enormous lotus flower, towering above us. We had dinner at the food-court in the mall, a very tasty chicken rice with matching soup.

Back at the hostel, we found that our room had no windows and as such was pitch black when the lights were off, so when we got up next morning at 8:00, it felt like it was only 6 (although that may have been partly due to the 1 hour time difference). We had breakfast at the hostel, but we only did so once during the trip as it consisted of cheap cereal, white bread, fruit flavoured jelly with too much sugar (called "jam" by some), and, for mum, some awful coffee. Still, it filled us up for our big day on Sentosa Island, also known as "Asia's favourite playground" Almost all the theme parks and major attractions (with the exceptions of the zoo and the Flyer) are here, but we were only going to visit two of them: S.E.A., home to the world's largest aquarium, and MegaZip Adventure Park.

To get there, we took the cable car, which stretched across the gap between Singapore's mainland and Sentosa. It brought back fond memories of Rotorua, more so because of the luge at the other end (although we didn't go on this one.)
S.E.A. was our first stop, so we worked out on the map where we needed to go, then took the bus to the right place. The entirety of S.E.A. is underground, much like most of Singapore, so we didn't see daylight while we were in there. I am normally unimpressed by things like zoos and aquariums, but even I enjoyed parts of this one. We saw such creatures as jellyfish of all kinds, spider crabs the size of large dogs, manta rays, archer fish and groupers bigger than Amberly (and they're not just tall; groupers are solidly built, making them even more impressive).
I think it was better than Kelly Tarlton's by a long way.


After lunch at McDonald's, our next stop was MegaZip. Lena had really wanted to go to the aquarium; this was top of my list. We signed up to do the ropes course there, as well as the famous zipline itself. The ropes course was fun, but on the third layer we got held up by a group with a very slow climber, making it less fun than it could have been.
Once we were finished there, we went on the 450+ metre long zipline leading to a nearby beach. I would have enjoyed it had my mind not been occupied with trying to relieve the crushing pain caused by the ill-fitting harness. I was surprised I could still talk normally when I reached the bottom. What was more amusing was watching the people who didn't make it all the way to the platform and dangled helplessly before being retrieved by a staff member. Once Mum and the girls caught up, we checked out the shops at the other end of the cable car route before heading home again. For dinner, we ate at a little Indian street shop, not a stall but not really a full-fledged restaurant either. It was a bit too spicy for my liking, but we got ice cream afterwards.

Something else about Singapore is that the Singapore dollar is almost equivalent to the NZ dollar, with less than 5 cents difference between the two. I didn't realise what a difference this would make at first, but being used to thinking in tens of thousands in Vietnam, I found myself thinking "Only $2? That's so cheap for a bottle of water!" However, back in Vietnam, a 5 litre costs less than a dollar fifty. Not so cheap then. In fact, most things are more expensive than in NZ, but I did score a brand new iPod Touch for only $376 NZD Very pleased about that.

The next morning, we slept in until 10:00 a.m. (except Dad, who sent Mum a message at 10am asking what we'd had for breakfast. Wish I could have seen his face as Mum said we were still in bed.) Again, this was probably due to the complete absence of light in our room, as it still felt like it was early (Lena and Amberly's responses when I told them the time were those of general disbelief). We caught the train to a mall for breakfast (Trains were how we got around for day-to-day travel), but missed the breakfast meals as we arrived at 11:30. Mum and the girls got McDonald's and sushi, and I left them thinking I would get something else and meet them back where they were, but there were just so many choices... By the time the three of them finished and came looking for me half an hour later, I still hadn't chosen. Another 10 minutes later, I finally settled on KFC, with a smoothie from McD's. One other thing: there appeared to be no such thing as real bacon on Singapore! We saw beef bacon and turkey bacon (neither of which tasted as good as the real thing), but it looked like in order to appease those who wouldn't eat pork (I didn't see any of that either), the President had outlawed the stuff in any form!

Once I was done, we went for a walk to a spa that boasted a unique service: feet-eating fish! Also known as "doctor fish", once we lowered our feet into a tub full of them, they swarmed around nibbling at any dead skin within their reach. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they swarmed around my feet, and at any one time I had twice as many on my feet as did Mum, Lena or Amberly.

The sensation was that of many tiny jets of water hitting the skin, and I was even occasionally surprised when I looked down and found the surface of the water to be still. At the end of 30 minutes there was no visible difference, but our feet were no longer sore from all the walking, and they felt fine for the rest of the day (Mum said she could still feel her feet tingling though). After a rest stop at home, we went to our last and most anticipated activity of the day: Singapore's Night Safari.

Connecting to the Singapore zoo but at the same time independent, the Night Safari contains all the nocturnal animals that are asleep during the day. Several exhibits in the zoo allow the animals to roam free within large mesh environments with the condition that no-one touches them. As such, I came within inches of bats and flying squirrels, an incredible experience. The cutest animal award would have to go to the Clouded Leopards, one of which only had three legs. Unfortunately, we were not permitted to use flash photography, so we only managed to take a couple of photos of the more well-lit enclosures.
Above is a normal leopard, below is one of the clouded leopards.
They had almost mournful looks on their faces, and the one with three legs put his paw on the glass like he wanted to play with us. I thought I would never say this of an animal, but they were adorable. We saw an Animals of the Night show, featuring several nocturnal animals, but sadly we had to rush the last part of the trip in order to catch the last bus back. We arrived home at about 1:00 in the morning, but we would only get about 5 hours sleep, as we had to get up again at 6:30 to go to the regular zoo.

We did, and we were bone tired as we walked through the gates, not to mention hungry. Luckily, there was plenty of food as we had signed up for the Jungle Breakfast, a large buffet next to the orangutans, who came over to a specially built part of their enclosure so we could have photos taken with them. There was also a small snake, but significantly fewer people wanted their photo taken with him. We had no such inhibitions though, and enjoyed the chance to hold a Bald Python.
Later, during an animal show, I had my photo taken with a much larger boa constrictor which draped around my shoulders, but the shot was from too far away to see. We saw many different animals not found in the Auckland Zoo, such as white tigers, a 6-7 metre long croc, capuchin monkeys, hyenas and sloths. We finally got home again around 6:00 (that's close to 11 hours looking at animals!).






Again, I was more impressed than I expected. For dinner, Mum, Amberly and I ate out at a nice-looking place that turned out to be vegetarian! I had a large compilation or various sauces and small portions of different things along with naan bread, poppadums and rice. I had no idea what went with what, so I just tried different things with each other in the hope I was doing it right. Some were very spicy, some weren't at all and some were sweet, so I had plenty of combinations to try.

We were very tired when we got back, but still only got to bed at 10:00 (although this time it was our fault for watching Despicable Me when we should have been sleeping. Once the movie finished though, everyone dropped straight off to sleep except me. I dropped my pillow. When I looked over the side (I had a top bunk), it seemed close, so I leaned over and reached for it. I couldn't reach, so I leaned a little further. Still no success. Eventually, I reached it, but by that point I was hanging by my knees from the rail. I threw the pillow back onto the bed, then realised I couldn't pull back up. Not wanting to have to drop onto the floor and climb the ladder again, I twisted round and climbed back around the rail again. I was making a lot of noise as I did this, and I kept waiting for someone to wake up and ask "what on earth are you doing?", but everyone was out like a light, so I settled down again and finally drifted off.

Again, we only slept until 8:00, but it was worth it to get to McD's in time for the breakfast combos. They have better options here; KFC does blueberry pancakes, waffles or honey biscuits and McD's does a combo unavailable in NZ: pancakes with heaps or butter, maple syrup and jam and the components of a breakfast muffin (eggs, a sausage pattie and two half-muffins). Delicious. Once we'd eaten, we'd used up all our activities so we just browsed malls for a while, and I picked up an iPod touch for under $400.
Eventually, we picked up our bags, caught the train for the last time, then headed back to Ho Chi Minh.

Monday, June 17, 2013

126 Days

Today Mum told me to write something for the blog, so I thought I'd write about how we've been here for 126 days, and the cool, awesome, and downright bizarre stuff we've done so far. Welllll... if I was going to write EVERYTHING then I'd be here all day long! So I decided to start with just writing down all the weird stuff I've eaten!
                  
  • chicken feet
  • chicken HEAD
  • jelly fish
  • snail
  • field mouse (a little too spicy for my liking!)
  • the notorious durian (blech! I can't stand the texture!)
Before anyone asks NO I have NOT eaten dog, and do not ever plan on doing so!

On Wednesdays we have this really fun bible class called souled-out, where we play games, eat snacks, and study the bible. It's really cool, and there are lots of other kids and teens around my age too. We ride the bus to District 2 and from there we take a taxi to Souled Out. The leaders are two really friendly Americans called Brent and Stacey Tarr. 

Learning to drive in Ho Chi Minh City

Well, a few weeks ago, we bought a 1973 or thereabouts 50cc Honda Cub class motorbike. First to start learning was Mum; after a few practice tries at Dad's work compound, she started driving to and from the place every couple of days for her English class. Next it was my turn. Never having driven a powered vehicle before in my life (with the possible exception of a bright pink Barbie car when I was 5 or so), I started to drive a motorbike in Ho Chi Minh City of all places. Fortunately, there was very little traffic in the compound. On the third or fourth day, Dad (who I was following on the Cub) led me out the gate and round the corner to the other entrance. This was the first time I'd driven in Vietnam traffic, even if it was only for 50-odd meters, and it seemed fine. Then came the first trip to the supermarket.

As we got the bikes out of parking, Mum came down to see us off and take photos (She was a heck of a lot more nervous than I was). The first intersection we had to cross, right outside the entrance to the apartment block, was the trickiest of the whole trip as to get through it you had to first cross diagonally through oncoming traffic, then almost immediately either merge with or cross through said oncoming traffic turning left into a one-way street. In our case, we were merging, making the trip that much easier. Once we were past that part, there was only one corner between us and the supermarket. The journey went without a hitch, and going back was just as smooth, with another turn against traffic near the end.

We arrived home to a worried Mum, safe and sound. Over the next couple of weeks, I progressed in leaps and bounds and now go buzzing round in the dark and rain with no problems. I only hope that driving in NZ will go as smoothly.

I love my work!

My English class with Phil's office colleagues 3 mornings a week has become one of the most enjoyable and rewarding experiences of my time in HCMC. When I started motorbike training with Phil, the roads around the Software City campus before work provided the most convenient location and time as Phil had to be there anyway and there was a bus straight home from across the road. As the need for a tutor had been mentioned, I was going to regularly be at the office and I had just completed my 20 hours online TEFL certificate, I timidly suggested that it could be mutually beneficial to have an English practice time with whoever wanted to come in early before I caught the bus home. I am so glad my friends said yes! They have taught me a lot about life and culture in Vietnam and we have had plenty of fun just chatting (and sometimes singing) in English while I check their pronunciation and vocabulary (sipping my lovely ice coffee). It's been awesome to have local mates to share my funny stories about adapting to living and getting around here and I always travel home (often riding my motorbike) feeling appreciated and privileged to be part of such a merry and sociable group!

Some of my Ho Chi Minh City friends.