Archive for November 2009
Details on our backpacking epic are coming (from Cynthia), but I have something to amazing to share:
Bacon cheeseburger for Cynthia, “Spicy Mexican” burger for me and wings to share. I had yet to have anything better than a McDonald’s burger here (Outback: not good), but the bun, cheese, dill pickles and medium-rare non-frozen ground beef all added up to something more than “pretty good for Taiwan”. Instead it was just fantastic without any location modifier . Everything tasted as good as it looked.
The best part is this is all from literally a hole in the wall joint less than 2 blocks from our apartment. We stumbled upon it walking back from the bike shop a couple days ago, but we didn’t have time to try it out until today. They call it “Bravo Burger”. We’ll be back there often.
Usually a long weekend in the great outdoors, roughing it under the big blue yonder can return the previously forgotten joy of small comforts…like pillows or hot water… but that’s another post. Lately I’ve turned into, well…my own preschool teacher, I guess. Who dances a jig when I dial the phone and order 4 bottles of water to be delivered on Monday? Yay! You did it! Who sings a victory song when the water actually comes on Monday? High five, Super job! Who claps their hands in delight when I know it’s the water guy because he said it? Awesome! You’re doing great! I get so excited when I ask the shopkeeper what particular variety of fruit this is, and I can understand their answer! Or when I finally understand the telephone number that the radio DJ repeats 10 times per hour! Yes, I’m a full grown adult with the proficiency of a 4 year old. Only their language skills are better. 再見, 我們愛你們! See! I’m doing a happy dance right now!
Lots to recap here, I’ve gotten a bit behind. Pictures to come later.
Shanghai
- I got ripped off by the cabbie on the way to the hotel and ended up paying about $10 US extra
- The city sprawls and traffic was horrible. It took me an hour to an hour and a half to get from the hotel the office each way.
- The local work folks couldn’t have been friendlier, showing us around on weeknights and weekends
- Leo took us to Xintendi - an upscale walk thorugh bourgeoisie mall across from the first communist party hall
- We explored the lights and architecture of the Bund and had Italian dinner on the 56th floor of the Hyatt.
- Lei took us to the underground mall, featuring hardcore haggling for counterfeit designer goods. My opening bid would be 20% of the quoted price (i.e 80% lower), and I’d make the deal for no more than 30% of the original.
- Jenny took us on the train to Hongzhou, where we looked at Temples and rode steel Chinese rental bikes around the locally famous lake.
- We bought hairy crabs and snakes and other stuff at the seafood market, then had a restaurant cook it all up for a team dinner. I ate snake gall bladder, a duck’s head (best parts: tongue and brains), and drank lots of 白九(bai jiu/rice liquor/shiver). You open the carapace of the crab up with your chopstick as if picking a lock and then eat the roe that tastes just like egg yolk (the males moreso than the females)
- Mediocre buffet breakfast at the Hilton International Shanghai was $33 US dollars each day. Instead, I bought ramen noodles for breakfast at work for 40 cents.
- We rode the Maglev train to and from the airport at 350km/h (217mph). It leaned in the turns. It was awesome
All in all, we were happy to get back Taipei. For the first time, it felt like coming “home”.
Yi Lan
Went to northeast Taiwan last weekend with a group of expats organized by The Center. Getting there required going through the 5th longest road tunnel in the world (18 miles). We stayed in a really interesting B&B and did some hiking around the local mountains. One of the trails had a rope bridge over a river and getting to the other one required riding on a small scale logging train. I saw a monkey in the forest.
The mountains are all dense subtropical forest, but the valleys around the mountains are totally desolate – so much water falls during the typhoon that it turns into a giant washout that just wipes everything out, leaving a dried up riverbed behind.
We also sampled some of the local food with a barbeque on Saturday night (pork, steaks, fishballs, shrimp and veggies). Best food of the weekend was the deep fried “onion pancake” with scallions, eggs and batter.
Thanksgiving
Today is Thanksgiving in America, but not so much in Taiwan. I worked. You can’t find turkey here, and even if you could, we have no way to cook a whole bird. Michelle suggested hacking it up and putting it in the toaster oven, but I don’t think this will have the desired effect. We could have gone to one of the international hotels and had an authentic dinner, but we had Chinese lessons tonight so really didn’t have time. Instead, Cynthia made miso soup from scratch (she made her own dashi broth from kombu seaweed and bonito fish flakes) along with some teriaki chicken and noodles. In the middle of our meal, I spotted a huge cockroach brazenly walking across the floor. We killed it, but the food just didn’t taste as good thereafter. I have no idea where it came from . . . I think we would have noticed it flying through the door, it must have come in on my bag or through the walls. We hope this is an isolated event but fear it will not be – other expats have warned us about this sort of thing.
Cynthia is going to make a “real” Thanksgiving dinner for me and some coworkers next Wednesday instead. We’ll have a crock pot chicken (no crispy skin I guess), my Grandma’s stuffing (which we should be able to faithfully replicate with local ingredients), mashers, green bean casserole, and maybe a squash based dessert. I’m looking forward to it.
This weekend we’re going hiking with a club from work on an organized trip. We think this will be a more hardcore hiking experience – hitting a couple peaks of more than 11,000 feet and rumors of some slopes requiring rope. It’s hard to really tell because the details are all in Chinese, and we’re staying in huts along the way, so we don’t need to bring most of our regular backpacking gear – it will be more like a couple of day hikes. I will of course log a trip report here. Hope you have/had a good Thanksgiving.
I figured out how to type in Chinese.
我性Cassleman 我是美國人
“I’m surnamed Cassleman. I am an American.” Yeah, you can’t type “Cassleman” in Chinese.
Also, 我喜歡吃義大利面
“I like to eat Italian noodles” (still not sure how to say “with tomato sauce”). Also note that despite this impressive writing feat, I can’t actually read it. I’m typing phonetically and a what I assume is the proper character shows up. I have no idea if it’s the right one.
In other Chinese learning news, I actually did the tiniest bit of thinking in Chinese today (when the teacher would tell me something and I wouldn’t have to translate it in my head word-for-word into English to figure out what it meant). Today the cab driver also understood my directions to drive me home on my first try - without having to resort to the special address card I’ve printed out. Still, progress is way slower than the Spanish I picked up in the Dominican Republic. Of course, there’s not as much forced immersion with my English speaking wife and coworkers, and 4 years of high school Latin doesn’t help at all with Chinese.
I’ll tell you all about our trip to Shanghai when I have some down time at the B&B we’re going to this weekend.
There’s an article on my high school in Time Magazine. U of D Jesuit had a massive influence on my formation as a person, and this article touches on some of the reasons why.
This weekend started poorly . . . Saturday we went to a travel convention at the World Trade Center that was packed with people but not with English and proved a complete waste of time and money. Sunday, my football team lost ignominiously, I went to church at the wrong time (an hour late), and then we road the subway/elevated train (it changed mid trip) to Danshui. I christened this place Chinese Grand Haven, since it shares the boardwalk, junk food, junk stores, and river meets big water geography with the Michigan resort town near my family’s cottage. I had this vision of walking out to see the Pacfiic, but the boardwalk is not really near the estuary, but was raining, and we had only one compact umbrella. You will not be surprised to hear Cynthia was quickly hungry and frustrated.
Taipei has highlighted for me that Cynthia doesn’t share my same level of comfort of just setting out and seeing where things take you. I remember first noticing this when I went with Dave to Munich years ago. We landed in Munich, drove into the city and parked at a hotel, then got on the subway and got off somewhere and walked around. Soon enough we acquired beer, sausage and sauerkraut, sat in the plaza and watched the Glockenspiel, and commented on how our wives could not appreciate this kind of spontaneity. Taiwan magnifies this for me because there is a lot more day to day frustration when you can’t communicate and are functionally illiterate – stuff isn’t where you think or you don’t know where it is, and you can’t ask. This drives Cynthia’s already low tolerance over the brink. I ignore this, get overexcited about going on some “adventure” . . . and most of the time it turns into a disappointment because of the aforementioned reasons. So, I have resolved that going forward here (i.e. Asia), it’s just not worth it to try and survive on your own – sightseeing and adventures need to guided by someone in the know who’s not me.
In any case, the day needed turning around, so we went decided to go to our favorite Indian restaurant – Saffron. It was closed, since it was 3:30. However, the restaurant next door, the Spice Shop, was open and after literally awakening the staff we were mowing on samosas and lamb kebob and chicken tikka masala and butter naan and vegetable curry and it was excellent. This is why two Indian restaurants can be next to each other and survive, I guess, though I can’t imagine when whoever came second was location shopping, looked at the spot next door to the existing Indian restaurant and said “this is the right spot for my Indian restaurant”. The only place this should happen is in India.
Satiated, we walked back the the main road and saw a movie theater with a poster for the Michael Jackson “This is It” movie. The Taiwan movie experience is a bit different – you buy tickets (which are still $9) where you buy popcorn, you can’t go into the theater until the assigned time that the show starts, and you have an assigned seat. I actually like this because you get to reserve where you want and no one is holding seats, and I’m sure the theater likes it because everyone is packed in efficiently. At the end of the movie, everyone packs up their trash and actually carries it over to the trash can. As for the movie, we both enjoyed it, they kept it from being too corny and fawning. MJ still had the whole dance/sing/compose/perform package like no one else this generation.
Today was a good day, I made up for effectively missing church Sunday by going to a noon All Souls Mass (in’n'out in 30 mins) and one of the guys I’d been interviewing accepted his job offer (for the position I thought would be hardest to fill). That’s now 3 guys down, 9 to go. Plus, our mail shipment came from the US and my property taxes dropped by $200.
This week I’m going to Shanghai for work but I’m bringing Cynthia with me to celebrate our 5th anniversary. Pics and recap to follow.
