Monday, July 31, 2006

riding the iron rooster


i just read Riding the Iron Rooster by Paul Theroux (tay-roo? tay-rox? the rock?? he's american, not french, someone tell me pls how to pronounce his name) and what a ride it was..

i felt sad that the journey had ended when i turned over the last page. reading the iron rooster was like listening to a good friend bitching and gossiping about people he met on the trip, things he observed, the landscapes he passed through. he is incredibly knowledgeable and that adds great depth to his account of the one-year travel through china by train.

very often, his bitchy descriptions about some people made me laugh out loud because i could fully identify with that. at the start of the journey, he talked about other ang moh travellers on the same train who asked him incessant questions: where was he from? what did he do? was he married? did he have children? why was he taking this trip? what was that book in his lap? what were his plans in paris? first time in china? that reminded me of the people who asked me similar inconsequential questions when i left my job. he was evasive just like i was and he confessed that what he wanted to reply to those questions was "something I heard a man say to an inquisitive woman at a dinner party in London. 'Please don't ask,' he said softly. 'I don't have anything interesting to tell you. I've made a terrible mess of my life.'" And he lets on that "what kept me from saying that was that it was a sad memory, because about six months later that man killed himself. It seemed unlucky, and unkind to his memory, to repeat it." haha... i had also thought of giving some unexpected/shocking answers sometimes to questions i don't wish to answer, such as "I am gay" when people ask me why are you still single? why don't you join activities to meet more people? what kind of guys are you looking for? what about tom/dick/harry, what do you think about him? blah blah blah...

i digressed. back to the rooster. in case you were wondering why the train was called Iron Rooster (referring to that particular train from Peking to Urumchi), a Chinese he met during the trip explained that it "implied stinginess because 'a stingy person does not give away even a feather - nor does an iron rooster'... because until recently this accident-plagued line was run by the Xinjiang government.... And this remote railway ministry in the autonomous region would neither surrender control of the railway nor would they maintain it." a while ago, i mentioned about this book and someone asked why it was called Iron Rooster. one of my scholar ex-colleagues quickly replied that it was probably because rooster is a symbol of china. i thought that sounded incredulous but i didnt argue because i didnt know any better before i read the book and also it was futile arguing with scholars.

when i have mustered enough courage to face stinking toilets, spit-filled floors and smoky carriages, i may just try travelling through china by train one day...

note: i emailed a paul theroux fan who said that the accurate pronounciation is "the-roo". there.... mystery solved.

Friday, July 14, 2006

dive bali 29 may - 2 jun 2006

B.Y.O.T - Bring Your Own Tanks

one of my best dive trips so far, because (1) i love bali (the surfer dudes, the arts, tourist traps, in that order) and (2) we saw the mola mola! make that TWO mola molas.

here's picture (taken by thomas) as proof.




















this guy was like 2.5m big. when our dive guide, menyun, gave the mola mola hand signal (clenched fist with little finger and thumb sticking out like telephone call hand signal), i finned like a mad fish towards him and waited. seconds later, the mola mola appeared from the blue, then swam away. another few seconds later, the second mola mola came by to the cleaning station at crystal bay, nusa penida, about 10m away from us. he was enjoying a good clean-out by the long-fin bannerfish who were fussing around him like maidens attending to the emperor. the first mola came back but was further away in the blue. we hovered around watching them in awe for like 15-20 mins. this was an unexpected sighting since it was not the mola mola season. usually, these deep water creatures come up to shallow waters for cleaning when the waters are colder (around 21 deg) during August to October. our dive was in 27 deg waters. though the mola mola does not look very streamlined with a huge head, huge dorsal and pelvic fins shaped like fan's blades, he can move very very fast. when one of the divers tried to go nearer to him, he flapped his fins very slightly and zipped away.

after the mola mola sighting, it didnt matter much that the other dives were not as good as they were supposed to be. strangely, during the week we were there, the macro life was not as rich as it usually was. we put it down to the magnitude 6.2 earthquake in Java on 27 may 06. maybe all the little guys got scared and went into hiding.

generally, the dives were good. good visibility (average 15m), not too cold (26 - 29 deg), currents not too bad (no washing machine, no down currents, etc). surf was high along the way from sanur to nusa penida (45 min by speedboat). so choppy that si-y got pretty seasick.

our dives at nusa penida on the first two days were at half price apparently because it was the launch of baliscuba's new boat. very attractive in bright orange.















there was free flow of ice cold soft drinks on the boat. the divemasters/boat crew were all skilled in opening the bottle caps without an opener. so to be a divemaster in bali, you have to learn how to do that.















it was very crowded at manta point, nusa penida on our first dive day, possibly because it was saturday. we got there around 9.30am or so and there were already 7 other boats there. weather was good.















this site was a manta ray cleaning station and it was supposed to be GUARANTEED sighting of many mantas. however, all we saw were divers. the second day was so much better. we were very late due to some admin problems. got there about 10am and there was only 1 other boat there. the moment we descended we saw the mantas. there were maybe 6 mantas (some white belly, some black) dancing around. we watched those magnificent creatures in awe. at one point, i finned close to one of them. i was alongside him for a while and when i turned my head, i saw another huge black-bellied one coming after me from the right. worried that he may mistake me for a plankton, i crouched down in fear as he glided just above me, crapping along the way. the bugger...

picture of manta by thomas.
















happy divers. the dive guide, sangut, used to work in another dive shop and bonz dived with him before. he was the one who retrieved my watch when she dropped it during her previous trip! has reggae dreadlocks. the other dive guide, tom works in a bank and is a freelance divemaster during weekends.
















i forgot to mention that on our first day, there was a diver in our boat who has huge moobs (aka male boobs)! this has to go on record. i wanted to take a picture but it would be too obvious and might embarrass him. not only was it big and sagging a little, the nipples were huge! yes, like a pregnant woman's. mind you, the rest of him was not fat. so guys out there with huge moobs, either keep your t-shirt on or wear a bra so you won't risk getting your topless picture posted on the www. it was a disturbing sight, mainly because his was possibly bigger than mine...

back to sanur. the beach was flat, muddy and when the tide recedes, the water is shallow for a long way out. they had to use a makeshift boat to ferry us and our equipment back to shore.
















puffer fish trapped in pool of water when tide receded.















beached boats at sanur.















did our theory classes for nitrox certification after the nusa penida dives. was so tired after dives i just couldnt do the dive tables. thank God for dive computers... here's bonz pretending to be a nitrox mixer.















accommodation at sanur was very nice. baliscuba arranged for us to stay at sindhu mertha, a boutique hotel just across the diveshop.




















beautiful pool. was tempted to wash our dive gear in the pool.















breakfast was quite pathetic though. limited choice of either sticky, oily pancake with slices of unripe bananas or toast. they serve orange juice but only if you asked.




















on the third day, bonz and i started on our dive safari adventure while thomas and si-y decided to explore bali over land. first stop was secret bay. it was 3 hours by car from sanur on the northwest part of bali. along the way, you will see the beautiful mountains in west bali national park.















we were the first divers to arrive at the site. no other divers in sight! it was a very quiet bay with narry a soul. there were no diveshops around, no compressor, it was byot (bring your own tanks).




















there was a shed, basic outdoor shower facilities and concrete water tanks for rinsing gear.

















according to menyun, this site used to be a lot better until some japanese diver did a beach cleanup and removed much of the trash. apparently, some of the critters never came back since. replacing the trash was artificial reef structures. found a huge family of fat catfish in one of those. there were more than 20 of them huddling together like sardines in a can, each was about 1 foot long. catfish soup, anyone? waters here were cold, about 26 deg, which may explain why the catfish were huddling together.

after this cold dive, we went for early lunch of very spicy ayam betutu aka spicy kampung chicken. the shop was very near the dive site. just drive out, turn left then turn right, you got it? if not, never mind, follow the sounds of the cock's crows, because there was a chicken farm opposite the shop. throughout our lunch, we could hear him cocka-doodling pitifully while we were ravaging one of his kind.











the ayam betutu was very good but be warned that it would bring tears to your eyes, not because of the pitiful cock's crows, but because it was very very spicy.




















next stop was pemuteran. menyun used to work at the diveshop here and he swore that there was good stuff at this site. similar to secret bay, this was a black sand site.


we were supposed to see frogfish, mimic octopus, ghost pipefish, etc. however, for whatever reasons, we did not see any of the above! at this site, saw clownfish eggs on a rock next to an anemone. very cute. can see two silver eyes in each egg. the father clown was very aggressive when we came near. he chomped on my finger and he did this very strange thing of stroking the eggs with his pectoral fin. there were several floating square frames at this site which menyun had installed in the past to test open water students on buoyancy. looks like an underwater playground.









third stop was police pier. a nondescript site. just a small road that cut through padi fields and led directly to the beach.















no hotels/resorts, diveshops, toilets or any tourist traps. to dive here, you have to pay the locals Rp5,000 per diver. for this sum, they would provide a pail of fresh water and also the fishermen would stop fishing and move out of the way. while we geared up, the whole village came by to watch us make our grand entry to the sea.








the road leading to a nondescript opening to the beach.















chilling out while our dive guide does all the work of rigging up our equipment. we would remind him every now and then, 'service with a smile', in case he got fed up with two of us lazy divers.















at this site, saw a school of silver fish moving very quickly like a swarm of locusts across the waters. the mantis shrimp was even quicker, snap snapping to catch his dinner that was swimming by above him. i saw a mimic octopus in a hole and made a hand signal - you know, with eight fingers wriggling. but menyun and bonz could not be bothered to come! i found out after the dive that they did not know that my eight fingers signal means mimic octopus. haha.

dinner after the dive was sate gambing aka mutton satay and sup gambing aka mutton soup. i usually dont like mutton because of its strong smell. i dont know how they cooked it but there was no bad smell! even the liver was fresh and had no bad smell. it was so good i finished the whole plate of satay and had a second bowl of soup.


















sate bagus!















accomodation at pemuteran was very very nice. they even decorated the bed with frangipani/bougainvillea. such attention to details! i like!
















next day, we drove down to tulamben, about 2.5 hours away. along the way, passed by mount agung. such a beautiful sight that i had to stop to take a picture. does this not remind you of the kindergarten graduation photo where they make you stand in front of a wall painted with a magnificent landscape?















tulamben had a pebble beach. i figured that the tide levels variation may be pretty high because they built 1m high walls along the coast with gateways at intervals. i found the gateways interesting as they looked like the typical gateways to a balinese house/garden, with steps bound by two posts at the side. instead of stepping into a garden or house, here you step right into the sea!















before our dive, saw this big, furry caterpillar.











checking the oxygen level in our nitrox tanks for the dive.




















the USS Liberty wreck was just about 30-40m away from shore. so we could do a beach entry to get to the dive site. quite challenging as the pebbly beach is not easy to walk on, especially with a heavy tank. thank God for menyun who held on to our tanks while we wobbled down like ducks.

marine life was rich. there was a resident napoleon wrasse, huge cod and miscellaneous coral fish. clown fish eggs were found here, too. at the sandy bed, there were many garden eels.

after the dive, there would be balinese women/children who help bring your equipment out of the water back to the diveshop and you must let them do it. not only because it is precarious for you to walk such a long way on the pebble beach carrying such heavy stuff but it is a means for them to make a living. they are very experienced and skilful in keeping their balance. i half suspect that they can carry two tanks plus walk on a tightrope.


















relaxing after the dive. drinks by the sea.









stayed at paradise resort, which was hardly a paradise.




















yellow bedsheets, urgh!















dirty black pail in toilet.




















heard that most of the other accomodation around tulamben area were also not much better. anyway we only had to stay one night there. next day, we drove to seraya, which was very near to tulamben. the diveshop there had a spacious and clean area for washing gear. here's menyun with kawaii-san and our driver, made (read mah-day, means no. 2 and is a common balinese name for second child). menyun has special liking for all things japanese. haha...















dive here was good. several nudibranchs. saw one with 'rabbit ears'. he was orange with brown spots. there were also seahorses, honey comb moray eel, and cryptic frogfish. we were supposed to find the harlequin shrimp here. sk dove here just a month before us and saw it but it was gone by the time we got there. found the boxer crab though. under a rock.

lunch at the resort's restaurant after our dive.















couldnt remember what i had for lunch, was some western food i think and i remembered that it was tasty. oh, don't order the appetizer 'chicken noodle soup' though because that is instant noodles in msg-laden soup.

seraya was the last stop for our dive safari. ended all too quickly.

while we were degassing, did the usual tourist things like watching the sunset at uluwatu.




















there were many fearsome monkeys there who would snatch the unsuspecting tourist's purse, cameras or spectacles. they were very skilful. one of the fat ones got bonz's glasses. pounced on her and ripped off the glasses off before we could say LAO GAO (hokkien for old monkey)! we didnt see him coming.
















had to pay Rp10,000 for the locals to give the Lao Gao fruits in exchange for the spectacles. daylight robbery. both the monkey and the fruit suppliers.















scared girls.















si lao gao.....




















uluwatu temple in sunset.




















after the harrowing temple visit, we went to jimbaran for seafood dinner. ambience was great, but food was just so-so.



















the following day, we transfered to kuta and signed up for a 1-day surfing course. only taught us how to catch the surf, not the wave. have to go back to bali again to take part 2 of the course... and find the harlequin shrimp.

Notes:
Diveshop: Bali Scuba
Rating: 6 bubbles out of 10.
arrangements for dive safari were good. however, what disturbed me was that their idea of washing our dive gear was to dip the entire dive bag containing dive gear into the water tank, then put the dive gear (still in the dive bag) aside in a pile on the floor. the following day, the wetsuit and bc had that stale water smell....

Dive guide: Menyun (certified nitrox mixer)
Rating: 7 bubbles out of 10.
was very hardworking in looking for critters and at the same time very respectful of marine life. is familiar with all the good food places!

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

florist for a day

doing someone a favor, i became florist-cum-despatch for a day...

my room turned into a bouquet making station.
















fresh-cut flowers bought from far east flora - i bought 2 bunches of hydrangea (one in blue, another in pink), 10 cream coloured gerberas, 10 pink roses, bear grass, apidistra leaves, 'million stars' for fillers and unidentified berry-like red flowers.



















One of the bouquets. didnt have time to take picture of the other bouquet cos i had to rush off to do the delivery.
















also made a present out of the 'million stars' fillers.



















personalised card.

















verdict: profit margin is low as flowers are imported and expensive. next time i ll create something out of hibiscus, crinum lily, ixora, bougainvillea, etc..