A couple reckless nights were spent in a hostel above the Subway on Kao San Road. We got swindled by a kind old man that spent the day with us...so much for trusting nice old people.
October 20th
On the fourth day Sam and I met with Antoine and last minute, jumped on a 12 bus to Krabi where we met with Mat and Dillon. From the we took a speed boat to Koh Yao, a small island where we grabbed some camping gear, fishing equipment and 3 kayaks. We kayaked for 3 hours up the coast to an abandoned island, where we set up camp for the night and went fishing.No Fish in the entire ocean, but brother Fauster came back with a small crab he stuck with the spear.
Next day we went to another abandoned island with a larger beach where we had more time to play beach baseball with coconuts and sticks. We each made our respective weapons in order to protect ourselves in case of a Lord of the Flies episodes. We roasted Piggy at midnight.
Next part of the trip was on the 22nd of October.
We took a taxi, boat, boat, taki, bus, taxi,bus, bus and boat to get to the Koh Pagnang Full Moon party the next morning.
This was an exhausting trip ,but well worth it and I wouldn't hesitate in doing it again today.
Team parties in LKF
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Local Lifestyle
Initially on coming here I noticed significant differences in the day to day lives of local (Hong Kong or Mainlands) students compared to the "Western World". In saying the Western World, I am encompassing Europe, Australia and American, which should be done under no circumstances, except in this particular case where their lifestyles are SO different that we are almost two polar opposites. Before plunging into a description of these differences I'd like to preface with the fact that neither is considerably "better", although I do have my views on how some activities affect some maturing as well as social factors.
When we arrived the local Freshmen were participating in "Orientation", which is a 10 day ordeal where the upper class men lead the young guns in chants, dance and stomp formation as well as challenging and sometimes fun games. The first day I came out of the dorms they were aligned in perfect tallest to smallest formation, with no facial expression, facing a small yelling asian girl. The next time I saw them they were holding heavy bottles with their arms raised, balancing on one foot. I naturally inquired about these activities with a local named Garson on my floor who explained to me that that these activities were a tradition devised to make the students bond and get to know each other, but more importantly to learn to be disobedient and on time.
Now back home, the activities were suggested, but seeing as we were teenagers to cool and disobedient to attend events that others put on we would skip/ them and go to the beach or go out drinking instead. This was our own personal form of bonding, but its interesting to note that at no time do the locals consider missing the activities. Mandatory means if they must attend, no thoughts about if they might like it or not are considered.
Now, latter in the quarter after they have gone around and gotten to know everyone with their "hall yearbooks", they have spirit gatherings where they play games around the building and sing the hall chats, continuing their support for the hall. At our basketball game we had two clear sections between the halls, all the supporters came in uniform and aligned uni-formally for their post game chants.
Now on weekends, and most weekdays the exchange students go out to see the town, drink, club or see the horse races. On the side of the spectrum, local students stay in the lounge, play video games, or talk about random things until 5am (see pictures with me playing their games). This is all very different to me because if i'm not doing anything significant back home, I'm asleep by 1: 30 am. On another note their lifestyle is completely sober. Drugs are absolutely never a curiosity, and as explained by my local friends, Chinese kids do as their parents tell them, and rebellion or curiosity are never thoughts of theirs. If they hear it's bad, they're not interested in trying for themselves. This applies to drinking also, as they see white people acting foolish when drunk, and they cannot drink more than a couple beers, they (mostly) completely stay away from the activity.
Now most Westerners talk about how immature the locals are, with girls and boys running around screaming and playing silly games. Most of the girl come of as very childish, and I know for a fact that very few girls back home would ever participate in their orientation games (maybe insecurity?). I agree, they do seem very childish, no sex, no drugs, no rock and roll...which is a bit frustrating. However, the bonds they make here will last them forever, even thought they aren't very interested in meeting people outside their hall, they are forced to make solid bonds within their hall which are very important.
Conclusions? None.
I have a great time with both groups. The locals have introduced me to some fun words, games and good places to eat...so I'm content with both cultures.
When we arrived the local Freshmen were participating in "Orientation", which is a 10 day ordeal where the upper class men lead the young guns in chants, dance and stomp formation as well as challenging and sometimes fun games. The first day I came out of the dorms they were aligned in perfect tallest to smallest formation, with no facial expression, facing a small yelling asian girl. The next time I saw them they were holding heavy bottles with their arms raised, balancing on one foot. I naturally inquired about these activities with a local named Garson on my floor who explained to me that that these activities were a tradition devised to make the students bond and get to know each other, but more importantly to learn to be disobedient and on time.
Now back home, the activities were suggested, but seeing as we were teenagers to cool and disobedient to attend events that others put on we would skip/ them and go to the beach or go out drinking instead. This was our own personal form of bonding, but its interesting to note that at no time do the locals consider missing the activities. Mandatory means if they must attend, no thoughts about if they might like it or not are considered.
Now, latter in the quarter after they have gone around and gotten to know everyone with their "hall yearbooks", they have spirit gatherings where they play games around the building and sing the hall chats, continuing their support for the hall. At our basketball game we had two clear sections between the halls, all the supporters came in uniform and aligned uni-formally for their post game chants.
Now on weekends, and most weekdays the exchange students go out to see the town, drink, club or see the horse races. On the side of the spectrum, local students stay in the lounge, play video games, or talk about random things until 5am (see pictures with me playing their games). This is all very different to me because if i'm not doing anything significant back home, I'm asleep by 1: 30 am. On another note their lifestyle is completely sober. Drugs are absolutely never a curiosity, and as explained by my local friends, Chinese kids do as their parents tell them, and rebellion or curiosity are never thoughts of theirs. If they hear it's bad, they're not interested in trying for themselves. This applies to drinking also, as they see white people acting foolish when drunk, and they cannot drink more than a couple beers, they (mostly) completely stay away from the activity.
Now most Westerners talk about how immature the locals are, with girls and boys running around screaming and playing silly games. Most of the girl come of as very childish, and I know for a fact that very few girls back home would ever participate in their orientation games (maybe insecurity?). I agree, they do seem very childish, no sex, no drugs, no rock and roll...which is a bit frustrating. However, the bonds they make here will last them forever, even thought they aren't very interested in meeting people outside their hall, they are forced to make solid bonds within their hall which are very important.
Conclusions? None.
I have a great time with both groups. The locals have introduced me to some fun words, games and good places to eat...so I'm content with both cultures.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Singapore
September Thursday 23
Flew into Singapore International at 3pm in a tired state. Spent the previous in the district of Wan Chai, for Adrienne's and Amy's birthday.
We left China to stay at a hostel in ChinaTown, Singapore. it seems i can't shake this Chinese monkey off my back.
After a bit of a nap we headed to Clark Quay, along the Singapore River for some dancing and drinking. We departed to the jungle they call Orchard towers here to continue our evening adventures but the night finished with me hiding in the corner from the Lady Boys which are very common here.
Friday night was Athica, Clark Quay. Epic in one word.
Saturday was a bit more successful as we had breakfast at Blue Diamond in Little India and took the MRT to Marina Bay where the F1 racetrack resides. This is also home of the most amazing modern architecture that I've ever seen. The Sands casino is composed of 3 towers connected at the top by viewing platform at 55 stories. Across the Marina Bay harbor is the Swiss hotel of 70 stories with the New Asia Club at the top, which we later visited.
We met Kiyome for dinner on Arab st at an excellent egyptian restaurant with shishah. From there we went to Zouk which is a labyrinth of bars & clubs. Kiyome's friends took care of us at one of the bars & at 5am Magnus & I hoped into a taxi with a Siekh man with a turban for some early morning Punjabi lessons with Jack Daniels. Had an excellent asian breakfast in Chinatown when we got back consisting of freshly made pastries & pork buns.
Sunday we lost a day until 6pm. I got a race walkabout pass from our hostel neighbor ($150!) so I headed to the track for a bit. The environment was highly energized, but the walkabout pass is a bit unfortunate because you can only see small segments of the race and at no point can you watch the big screen and the road. Only 16 cars finished the race, with Alonso for Ferrari taking the race.
When I got back the group had met a kiwi going through a mid life crisis who spent the rest of the night taking us to Le Noix VIP & Ithaca VIP with bottle service. In the VIP there was a huge bald Swede who threatened Andreas life when she touched him drunk, punched Nathan in the mouth and spent the rest of the night telling Magnus his mafia background.
Flew into Singapore International at 3pm in a tired state. Spent the previous in the district of Wan Chai, for Adrienne's and Amy's birthday.
We left China to stay at a hostel in ChinaTown, Singapore. it seems i can't shake this Chinese monkey off my back.
After a bit of a nap we headed to Clark Quay, along the Singapore River for some dancing and drinking. We departed to the jungle they call Orchard towers here to continue our evening adventures but the night finished with me hiding in the corner from the Lady Boys which are very common here.
Friday night was Athica, Clark Quay. Epic in one word.
Saturday was a bit more successful as we had breakfast at Blue Diamond in Little India and took the MRT to Marina Bay where the F1 racetrack resides. This is also home of the most amazing modern architecture that I've ever seen. The Sands casino is composed of 3 towers connected at the top by viewing platform at 55 stories. Across the Marina Bay harbor is the Swiss hotel of 70 stories with the New Asia Club at the top, which we later visited.
We met Kiyome for dinner on Arab st at an excellent egyptian restaurant with shishah. From there we went to Zouk which is a labyrinth of bars & clubs. Kiyome's friends took care of us at one of the bars & at 5am Magnus & I hoped into a taxi with a Siekh man with a turban for some early morning Punjabi lessons with Jack Daniels. Had an excellent asian breakfast in Chinatown when we got back consisting of freshly made pastries & pork buns.
Sunday we lost a day until 6pm. I got a race walkabout pass from our hostel neighbor ($150!) so I headed to the track for a bit. The environment was highly energized, but the walkabout pass is a bit unfortunate because you can only see small segments of the race and at no point can you watch the big screen and the road. Only 16 cars finished the race, with Alonso for Ferrari taking the race.
When I got back the group had met a kiwi going through a mid life crisis who spent the rest of the night taking us to Le Noix VIP & Ithaca VIP with bottle service. In the VIP there was a huge bald Swede who threatened Andreas life when she touched him drunk, punched Nathan in the mouth and spent the rest of the night telling Magnus his mafia background.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
AWE
This place is Amazing. I have never seen pictures of Hong Kong and didn't quite know what to expect, but getting a ride in a taxi from the airport blew my mind away. The entire city is built on a vast mountainous jungle. These people have conquered what seems to be one of the hardest platforms to build on...
9M on a tiny island makes this the most densely populated place in the world
9M on a tiny island makes this the most densely populated place in the world
Culture & mishaps.
I have met a huge amount of the exchange students here who are all outgoing and fun. I have had a bit more trouble in the first week in meeting the local students who seem to keep to themselves. After a week I have managed to break through the superficial reserved nature with my silly "American" humor. Last night I had them teach me Mahjong and I got my butt kicked at PES.
At first I was sure they either didn't want to meet me or were intimidated by my loudness. In the elevator when I would say hello or try to interact with them, they would usually turn into the corner, glance at me and then look back at the floor, often times pretending they couldn't hear me. This was extremely frustrating, especially when they did answer it seemed like they were very uncomfortable and would Run full tilt when the doors opened. I quickly learned from locals who's English is a bit better that everyone understands me but that they are shy, and don't want to be wrong when they speak so it makes them more hesitant. I was aware of the fact that looking into someones eyes is a bit aggressive here so I've been trying to not make direct eye contact. Greatest news of all is that they invited me to play on the hall basketball team!
Tuesday was $10(HK) vodka at Carnegie's in Wan Chai, and we lost Jeremy, Sam's roommate to a group of prostitutes. We were eating doner wraps when he disappeared and we weren't really concerned because HK is quite safe and he's a big guy. The next day when I saw him it looked like a tiger had attacked him and he was wearing a large cast. According to his story he found himself on the 8th story of a whorehouse, terrified for his life, and broke the window with a chair to climb out. He climbed down the side plumbing of the building and ended up in the street where locals saw him crying and called an ambulance...
At first I was sure they either didn't want to meet me or were intimidated by my loudness. In the elevator when I would say hello or try to interact with them, they would usually turn into the corner, glance at me and then look back at the floor, often times pretending they couldn't hear me. This was extremely frustrating, especially when they did answer it seemed like they were very uncomfortable and would Run full tilt when the doors opened. I quickly learned from locals who's English is a bit better that everyone understands me but that they are shy, and don't want to be wrong when they speak so it makes them more hesitant. I was aware of the fact that looking into someones eyes is a bit aggressive here so I've been trying to not make direct eye contact. Greatest news of all is that they invited me to play on the hall basketball team!
Tuesday was $10(HK) vodka at Carnegie's in Wan Chai, and we lost Jeremy, Sam's roommate to a group of prostitutes. We were eating doner wraps when he disappeared and we weren't really concerned because HK is quite safe and he's a big guy. The next day when I saw him it looked like a tiger had attacked him and he was wearing a large cast. According to his story he found himself on the 8th story of a whorehouse, terrified for his life, and broke the window with a chair to climb out. He climbed down the side plumbing of the building and ended up in the street where locals saw him crying and called an ambulance...
Monday, August 30, 2010
A bit of Gambling fever
Took the bus to Stanley beach on sunday. It's on the South part of the island. Crowded, but pretty nice with warm water. Goddam its hot here. We met-up with Judith and Katherine (Germans from the previous night), \as well as Andrea, a girl who is peruvian Canadian? Traveled and studied all over the world, lives in Jersey and seem to carry a wealth of knowledge about her. (Incidentally told me that Hagen Daaz was started in our big apple and currently owned by General Mills, excellent marketing with the pompous name, cheers GM!(but they obviously didn't come up with the name)) yes, that's double parenthesis that you see.
We went out there to see the beach and have lunch with the girls. There are some old temples and little bargaining shops here also.At lunch the man who owns the restaurant tought us 3 lessons, counting on 1 hand in Chinese to 10, as well as writing and the difference between "do jie"(thank you for service) and "Mh doi"(thank you for providing me with some material benefit).
At lunch we decided to go to Macau for a bit of gambling and fun. This trip happened with Rebecca, Victoria, Mat and Mans as well as our big friendly Scotsman who studies at USC and travels to play the bag pipes, Gregor.
It was an hour ferry for $40 round trip. this place looks like Vegas, and apparently the Venetian here is the biggest casino in the world, gondola rides and all included.We went straight there and blew some money playing around in this theme park. Arriving back to HK at 10, heavily inebriated we went to our roof spot for a cicar and then died until 6pm. Good Fun.
Po Kai!
We went out there to see the beach and have lunch with the girls. There are some old temples and little bargaining shops here also.At lunch the man who owns the restaurant tought us 3 lessons, counting on 1 hand in Chinese to 10, as well as writing and the difference between "do jie"(thank you for service) and "Mh doi"(thank you for providing me with some material benefit).
At lunch we decided to go to Macau for a bit of gambling and fun. This trip happened with Rebecca, Victoria, Mat and Mans as well as our big friendly Scotsman who studies at USC and travels to play the bag pipes, Gregor.
It was an hour ferry for $40 round trip. this place looks like Vegas, and apparently the Venetian here is the biggest casino in the world, gondola rides and all included.We went straight there and blew some money playing around in this theme park. Arriving back to HK at 10, heavily inebriated we went to our roof spot for a cicar and then died until 6pm. Good Fun.
Po Kai!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Pre-Departure thoughts.
I've been saying my "Good-byes" to close friends and family and often times I get similar questions along the lines of: "are you nervous or worried for this trip"?
This question confuses me, because i'm not one to get nervous, especially if I have any idea of what to expect. I'd say the only emotion I'm feeling would be excitement, pure excitement, in the possibility of escaping my normal life for a short period of time and experience a place full of surprises...
This question confuses me, because i'm not one to get nervous, especially if I have any idea of what to expect. I'd say the only emotion I'm feeling would be excitement, pure excitement, in the possibility of escaping my normal life for a short period of time and experience a place full of surprises...
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