man the past month has been really epic. it was truly a long summer’s break
i went kite flying today with pearlene and it was really good. man the last time i flew a kite was when i was 6 i think, so it has truly been a while. After choosing a kite and a couple of changes, we finally bought a big black angry shark kite ‘Crunch’ because it was the most epic and it can scare all the other pussy kites away. GRRRRR!!!
pearlene was damn pro in flying kites. she flew it like instantly the moment we got it out. respect. and she said ‘luckily we didnt get 2 kites or else i would needa help you to fly yours too.’ but anyway i managed to fly it after a while.
Last week, we went to genting by car and the drive there was really nice. and the mountain roads were bloody steep, but hell it was damn fun trying to wrestle the car up the bloody mountain. i love long roadtrips. the weather was really nice and cooling and misty and stuff especially at night so it was perfect for sitting outside with coffee, coz the air inside the hotel can get quite stale. sometimes.
other than the Ripley’s museum that we visited, which was kinda scary, the main attraction was spaghetti via room service in the cool hotel room as the gusty wind blew relentlessly outside into the hell of the night, as we watched an old movie.
oh yeah, we also visited the theme park which was pretty uninspiring with rather low quality food, but we managed to find some fun of our own. a guy was walking around showing off his wonderously long snake and scaring all the girls, in a place called dinosaur land. and we were pleasantly surprised and attracted by that. yeah attracted enough to take a picture with his snake. and man it was weird holding that bugger as he slid and wriggled continuously around.
So the main attraction of genting is the weather.
thats of course unless you enjoy slogging it out and getting your hopes dashed at the russian roulette and blackjack tables.
A week before that, we went to the beautiful city of hong kong, and man was it an interesting place.
The angry people shouted at each other, and the cars screeched around the narrow streets threatening to pick up a few more for a ride around town. and in street corners, on park benches, in train stations, and behind newspapers in neighbourhood roast meat stores, old men lay in wait and leered, ever eager for another hot girl to come their way. hong kong is a city of volume, LOUD volume, every bugger in the land is Screaming! at each other, the people getting up the bus, the waiter who takes your order, the chef who screams vulgarities at his customer, hell even the escalator is screaming relentlessly throughout your ride. Yet, behind all that noise, we learnt something really important about this place, the ruder and the more noise someone makes, the more likely are they being honest and the less likely are you gonna be ripped off. beware of the nice, polite hongkong shopkeeper, watch out, you ass is unguarded and clear for the picking.
despite all these nonsense, everyone seems to be able to skirt around the bustle of it all, in these closely packed city and exist without actually biting each other’s head off. however hell, they do it makes these city really fun and hong kong is truly one of my favourite cities.
we were there to collect some swimwear and stuff, seemingly peaceful right? No!
2 hours after landing in hong kong, we discovered that the flight backed was booked on the wrong day. which means that we were gonna have to miss Chicago: the musical back in singapore. Shit! and i also found out that i have amazingly brought along the tickets to Hong Kong. So shit we cant sell or give it to anyone at all and the tickets would be totally wasted. Shit! so we rushed to the DHL office at the train station and they were closed, because its a sunday. Fuck! so we called the hotline and all the instruction were in cantonese which was kinda hard to understand. and the bloody office was located in the next town in some industrial estate. so after a bloody wild goose chase around hong kong we found ourselves in an industrial park, where we finally managed to mail our tickets back. Man now thats the epic shit you tourists dont see.
apart from all that hong kong was really fun and interesting with weird stuff being served like
cold noodles served in plastic bags,
epic authentic roast duck restaurants where the chef cuts the meat on the street while shouting expletives at the customer,
weird spicy noodles which causes you to tear and numbs the fuck out of your mouth and makes your lips quiver,
cold milk curd with a really dairy taste, dunno what the hell it is
really powerful and amazing bubble tea
horse racing arcade games with real robotic horses racing round the track, and people armed with gunny bags of tokens ready to play at the machines,
a toilet restaurant,
fortune tellers operating next to sex toys merchants at temple street,
the tons of hidden gems and factory outlets within the malls,
running the hell outta Chungking Mansions, when we found out that the internet forums were real. That place is really wild!
the epic run down the street and back to look for a cab, and the mad throwing of our bags and stuff into the taxi which stopped in the middle of the road, as the cars honked in the background. because we had too much shit to carry.
seemingly friendly people and shopkeepers who turn violently angry the moment they find pout that you are merely asking for directions and you are not gonna give them any business. i remembered one shop, where not only the salesman, even the boss came out from the back to chase us when they found out that we were just browsing their mushrooms.
of course there were many epic memories being made like having street barbecue food while sitting on a fire hydrant, due to the lack or none-thereof of seats on the street on a cold windy night. watching the people going by, wondering why the hell are there so many people still out at 1 in the morning, and counting the number of people wearing slippers as the summer approaches.
or dim sum at a restaurant where everyone was facing the door as in some kinda weird parade or something. where we couldn’t read the menu and had to guess what the hell we were ordering. and got some pretty nice stuff like super thin crabstick wraps.
and that time where we walked for like 45 mins to look for a claypot rice shop near temple street. halfway through the meal, pearlene suddenly said something funny like ‘hey do you notice that everyone in here is drinking soft drinks and no one is drinking the tea they gave us. maybe the tea is not for drinking and it is only used for washing the bowls. everyone is giving us weird stares’ but i said ‘ahh screw it, i saw the guy behind you drinking it’ haha but of course i was smoking her, i didnt actually see it. so pearlene refused the drink the tea till she witnessed someone else doing it, and i was praying that hell they better be quick. which they finally did. and so did we for the tea.
it is all these unforgettable epic memories that we share that makes me really love traveling with pearlene. its about creating your own fun and experiences, having a lot of room for screw ups, and not taking things too seriously, because somehow we always get to discover something new by chance, or manage to take away something really funny and exciting. i am really glad that she could stand all my nonsense, and does not take things seriously too, and always stopping for the moment. i love you pearlene, the huggable one, which i can throw into my backpack and carry along with me on my tours. Thanks for making all my trips an epic adventure.


