Never once in my life have I been the person with the coolest new gadget- and I mean never. I never buy the newest "in" cell phone, I have never waited in line at the apple store to be the first to own anything, my computers are always run-of-the-mill, I even still own a VCR…. but here in Singapore- I am finally the cool kid with the fanciest toy anyone has ever seen. All thanks to my Kindle. It has been unbelievable the amount of attention that my Kindle draws in public. People strike up conversations with me on the subway, read over my shoulder while I am waiting in lines, even approach me while I am having lunch- all to ask about the book. Singaporeans pride themselves on being having the latest and greatest when it comes to technology- but amazingly eBooks haven't quite made it here- and Kindles in specific are not available here- so they are fascinated. You technically cannot even use your Kindle in Singapore, but we are currently exploiting a loophole in the system by keeping them registered in the US. Shhh- don't tell Amazon.
And while I am still totally in love with my Kindle, and it has improved my quality of life greatly since I received it as a gift last month (thanks again Linda!) it has become almost a hassle to use it in public places because people are so interested in it! I may need to come up with a disguise- or look less friendly. But I have to admit, it does *sort of* make me feel cool to tell my Kindle's adoring fans that, no, this baby is not available in the Sing.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Like/Dislike
Dislikes:
1) Every day the weather forecast on weather.com is "scattered thunderstorms." And yes, it rains almost everyday. The rain itself is actually not that bad- its a bit like Florida- its sunny, it becomes cloudy, it rains, then its sunny again. And constantly having to tote an umbrella is a bit tiresome- but what really drives me nuts is that no weather source can provide accurate information on WHEN they expect it to rain. Forecasting that it is going to rain in Singapore is sort of like forecasting that the sun is indeed going to rise, everyday. Thanks for the brilliant insight. What would be helpful is to know whether its going to rain between the hours of 10am and 8pm (not going to effect my day in the least) or whether there will be a downpour as I am leaving work sans umbrella.
2) Casual dining establishments (read: food courts and the like) do not provide napkins. Obviously nice restaurants provide normal napkins, but in a culture that really thrives on getting quick and delicious bites to eat at hawker stands and food courts- its annoying to have to remember to bring your own napkins. Now if you think that this has anything to do with environmental concerns you would be greatly mistaken. The locals are not a particularly environmentally friendly bunch. They carry around their drinks in strange little disposable plastic bags, because holding it with your hand would be tacky or something. They are not a big fan of re-useable water bottles. There is no inherently obvious way to recycle in our new building.... the list goes on. You are simply expected to carry around a little pack of tissues with you to serve as napkins for a reason that escapes me.
3) Worse than the fact that you have to carry your own napkins is that the offensive little napkin packages are then used as place holders on tables to reserve seats in over crowded dining areas. The food court idea is a little foreign to begin with- but easy to accept when you realize how cheap and amazing the food is- but the idea of "saving a seat" in a communal area is totally ridiculous. This results in the unassuming and non-napkin carrying westerners getting their food then wandering around for what seems like hours unable to find a single place for two adults to sit in the aircon and eat lunch because every seat is magically marked with annoying tissue packages. Irritating.
4) Being judged, verbally, by members of the service industry is totally normal. For example, today the partner at work took the new "fee earners" (yep- that's me, a fee earner- also an irritating nomenclature) to lunch at a local Thai place on Boat Quay. While the partner was ordering various dishes to be shared, the waitress was judging his decisions and telling him he was wrong. And not in a helpful way- but in a rude, pushy, "none of your damn business that I want both rice AND pad Thai" sort of way. After being berated for our choice of not one but two starches in our meal, we were also told that we were ordering too much food. Now this is not only bad marketing tactic but also r-u-d-e. Luckily, the partner, who is a long time Sing resident, is used to being treated with such brazen rudeness and proceeded to order as many starches as he wanted and as many dishes as he felt necessary. But yes, lady who works in the dim sum cart downstairs, sometimes I want TWO sesame balls and I do not need a side of sass with that. And yes, tea lady, I prefer to drink my water straight from the bottle- no glass necessary, and I like my tea best when its tepid, stop judging.
Alright, enough whining for one day- here are some things that are actually pretty cool about living in the Sing.
1) As mentioned, it is always sunny (except when its raining). Living in perpetual summer has its upsides. Yeah, its pretty hot here. But really, we are in the aircon most of the day so its not really a big deal. Everyday is the right day to go to the pool and if we were less lazy, everyday would be the right day to go to the beach, if we were so inclined to leave the pool. We are going to go out on a limb and guess that we are both tanner than anyone in New York right now- and will probably remain that way for the next 1 year and 11 months. The endless good weather also allows such luxuries as an outdoor gym in our apartment complex, never-ending ability to sport flip flops, never needing to wear tights, and a consistent year-round sunrise at exactly 7am.
2) Another benefit of the perpetual summer is that there is always inexpensive fresh fruit. I heart watermelon and not only are they practically free, but as far as I can tell, they are also always in season. The variety of fruit is impressive- many varieties that I cannot identify but plan to try anyways. Singapore also has the good sense to sell fresh cut fruit in food courts and commercial areas- so a stick of pineapple is never far away. And while we may not be eating many raspberries and blueberries, we will have as much dragonfruit, papaya, mango, rambutan, assorted melons and bananas as we can eat.
3) It is SO clean here. Before we got here everyone told us how clean and orderly things are here- but its really something you have to see to believe. The streets are clean. The subway is meticulous. The office I work in is kept miraculously clean all day. The locker room at the gym is cleaner than any locker room I have ever been in. People throw away their trash instead of dropping it where they please. You have no problem eating at hawker stands and food courts because they too are spotless. Clean is IN.
4) Singapore residents LOVE two things: eating and shopping (we like both too!)- and the two can be found, usually together, everywhere from plethora of malls to subway stations to the basement of every office building in town. Convenience is the name of the game here- so they put anything and everything you could need in close reach. In my office building, which is not particularly nice, there is a full food court, manicure salon, travel agent, doctors offices, clothing shops and more. In the nicer buildings there are all of those things and much and more. It’s a little strange at first to get used to mixed-commercial uses in what is primarily a professional office building- but as it turns out- its SO nice.
So this is life in a nutshell. In the average day I love and hate Singapore atleast 10 times. We are having a good time- don't worry- and we feel very luck to be here, we know its a special experience- but I wouldn't mind some good old napkins once in a while!
XoXo- Erin
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Sultan's Palace... and Being Unmanned with the Bamboo Knife
So, its been a busy week, but I had to write about this story we got out of our trip to Yogyakarta last week. In the middle of the town is the Sultan's Palace, one of the sights on Erin's must-see list. We get to the palace and hire a tour guide. We were a bit excited for this one, palaces and such can be pretty cool. We soon learn that the Sultan who lives here is only in charge of the Yogyakarta area, so its not really a big deal of a palace.
As we are walking around the palace, the tour guide is giving us stories of the traditions and ceremonies that happen in each of the spaces. First there is the covered public ballroom type area that hosts the annual after Ramadan celebration. Showing us this area somehow turned into the tour guide giving us just a little too much information about his family (his wife is catholic, so he celebrates Ramadan and Christmas in his house, just in case you were curious).
We continue through the palace to a display of some mannequins dressed in traditional Sultan-wear. Including the princely outfit and the sultan's guard uniforms (Beefeaters these were not).
Ok, so you get the idea, we are on a tour of a palace, getting the run of the mill descriptions from the tour guide. That is when we come to the part of the tour which focuses on the circumcision celebration. There is a room in the palace just for this, and the tour guide gives us the rundown. Apparently the circumcision of a prince is a public event held in the palace when the prince turns 14- but this hasn't happened in a while because the illustrious Sultan has 5 daughters. Sounds awkward for everyone involved. But it gets worse... the bombshell, this tour guide guy decides to proudly tell us that he himself was circumcised when he was 10.... WITH A BAMBOO KNIFE.
I couldn't tell you what happened the rest of the tour, and I am now in pain again just reliving that moment.
Seriously.... A BAMBOO KNIFE?????
Here is our faithful tourguide. Doesn't Dave look thrilled to be learning about the colors of the pillar?
As we are walking around the palace, the tour guide is giving us stories of the traditions and ceremonies that happen in each of the spaces. First there is the covered public ballroom type area that hosts the annual after Ramadan celebration. Showing us this area somehow turned into the tour guide giving us just a little too much information about his family (his wife is catholic, so he celebrates Ramadan and Christmas in his house, just in case you were curious).
We continue through the palace to a display of some mannequins dressed in traditional Sultan-wear. Including the princely outfit and the sultan's guard uniforms (Beefeaters these were not).
Ok, so you get the idea, we are on a tour of a palace, getting the run of the mill descriptions from the tour guide. That is when we come to the part of the tour which focuses on the circumcision celebration. There is a room in the palace just for this, and the tour guide gives us the rundown. Apparently the circumcision of a prince is a public event held in the palace when the prince turns 14- but this hasn't happened in a while because the illustrious Sultan has 5 daughters. Sounds awkward for everyone involved. But it gets worse... the bombshell, this tour guide guy decides to proudly tell us that he himself was circumcised when he was 10.... WITH A BAMBOO KNIFE.
I couldn't tell you what happened the rest of the tour, and I am now in pain again just reliving that moment.
Seriously.... A BAMBOO KNIFE?????
Here is our faithful tourguide. Doesn't Dave look thrilled to be learning about the colors of the pillar?
This is the hall of public circumcision.
He really needed a cold Bintang after the experience.
Lets Go Duke!
LETS GO DUKE!!!!!!!
10 Gopeng St.
We have had a busy, busy weekend getting moved out of corporate housing (one more load to go!) and in to our new apartment. We love it so far- its a convenient quick trip into work, the pool is great, we love the hot tubs on the 31st floor and we love love love our view of the harbour.
Here are the first pictures of the new place!
Here are the first pictures of the new place!
View of the pools looking down from our windows.
View of the harbour from the living room.
More habourfront- you can see the outlaying islands out there in the distance.
Living room- lovely rental furniture.
Kitchen
This is our mini oven, will be interesting to see if all the american cookie trays will fit in there. But most apartments don't even have an oven!
YAY- a washer and dryer! No dishwasher though....
View out of the kitchen to the dining room. The door in the back, with our lovely 5 dollar beach towels hung on it, is the "bomb shelter." No really, thats actually what it is. The story Dave heard is that when North Korea announced they had long range missile capability sufficient to reach Sing- the government decided to make all new construction have bomb shelters. The idea is that if the building were bombed- the rest might fall away but there would be all these lines of bombshelters still standing. Unfortunately for us, we live on the 34th foor, so this might be of limited utility. On the upside, its going to be an amazing storage closet.
Attention all future guests of Hotel Curtiss- Singapore- this is your future room. We will make every attempt to get a bed in there before someone comes to visit.
Master bedroom closets.
Master Bedroom (please overlook how messy it is- we underestimated the amount of dressers we might need for all of our clothes until ours arrive in May...so we are improvising)
Saturday, April 3, 2010
More of Yogya
So we had a very very busy first week of work in Singapore and haven't been very good at all about posting! Apologies to our readers (who are pretty sure is just two Moms and one Grandmother- love you guys). We will work on catching up this weekend and will post some pictures of our new apartment soon. The picture above is a view of the volcano from our fabulous Sheraton Hotel.
Here is a pictorial wrap up of our travels to Indonesia last weekend:
Love fresh maid Mie Goreng in the morning. This wonderful breakfast cost us less than 1USD. Now that's what I call a dollar menu.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Yogyakarta- Part I
We had a WONDERFUL vacation to Yogyakarta this weekend- the perfect relaxing trip before I rejoin the world of the working. Here are the first of many pictures taken in four days- hope you like them!
We arrived at Borobudur, the ruins of ancient Buddhist temple located about an hour's drive from Yogayakarta and were told that we were both dressed inappropriately (our knees were exposed) and this woman quickly dressed both of us in batik skirts. Dave looks great in a skirt.
First look at the temple in the morning mist. Dave was thrilled that I wanted to see the temple at first light and dragged him out of the hotel at 5am.
The reliefs on the walls tell the story of Buddha's enlightenment. I personally like the ones with the elephants the best.
These no doubt have a deep and important theological explanation-but this is not that kind of blog- we preferred to think of them as Buddha Baskets (or as Dave preferred "Buddha Bells). Each of the bell/baskets had a identical buddha inside- this Buddha broke free. Pretty amazing view from the top of the temple looking at the volcano and mountains behind.
Practicing the art of self timed photography. A skill that will become increasingly important as we travel together this year.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Off to Indonesia!
We are off on our first official South East Asian vacation tomorrow- going to Yogyakarta to visit Borobudur and Pranbanan, ancient Buddhist and Hindu temples on the island of Java in Indoesia. Its suppose to rain the whole time we are there- but it will be great to get away for a few days before I start work next week! Look for pictures of our trip next week!
Ice Cream Sandwiched
Everyone loves Ice Cream Sandwiches... even in Singapore. Unfortunately something has gotten lost in translation...
That's right- they take their Ice Cream Sandwiches quite literally- they serve them on bread. Now its not just any normal bread, its green and pink bread which tastes like... plain ol' bread. I cannot say it was a horrible experience, but it was certainly different. And they don't use bread for lack of cookies and other more appropriate ice cream holding materials- there are cookies and crackers galore in this country- they have voluntarily chosen to use real actual bread. But for S$1 its hard to complain about ice cream on a hot day.
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