Friday, April 27, 2007

New babe in town

Un grande bacio per Emma, la figlia della mia amica Ming, who was born last Thursday. She's a carbon copy of her parents indeed and I got to hold her in my arms as she stared at me, a vision in black and white (newborns are colour blind). Ooh babies bring out the maternal instinct in me! For the longest time, I'd always wanted to have a baby, even going as far as stuffing a pillow underneath my shirt and stroking my make-believe tummy. I wanted my first bambino before 30, but the deadline has passed, and now I look forward to bearing one before 35. Now I just need to work on a sperm donor!

Anyway with Mother's Day coming up, I just want to send a big kiss to all you mommies out there, especially Elena e Paolo (who has grown so much!) + Jessica and Ben in Chile + Jenny and Javier (my hamsome nephew in S'pore). Si, kids are a chore at times (so are some of the adults I know) but I think the best part of children is that they're a living legacy of us - our physical likeness, heritage and values. Sadly, a lot of people are opting out of having kids these days and birthrates are plunging everywhere. Someone once told me that Italians are a dying breed becos they're not reproducing enough. I think I will just have to sacrifice myself and mother a few Chin-italians. Ha.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Sunday poetic licence


They never told you you're unique
But you know from the looks
The way the voice sings
And the sun that skims
Across the squint

You like dancing in the dark
Music is your friend
The notes embrace and drown
The chatter in your ears

They see you laugh and smile
But water runs deep beneath
the cold lake on a warm day
With the sunshine above our heads

You'd always wonder why
Happiness chooses us
In the loneliest spot
Over the darkest hour

One never says the word
Though soon it'd be time
When they would in return
Caress your hair like it was the first.

~ Carl 22/4/07 (copyright)

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

All A-hoi!

Hoi An is a place that we could never find a bad meal. Besides Brother Cafe on our first night, we reserved a table at Cafe Des Amis on our second night - good foresight as it was packed at dinnertime. Situated by the riverside near the market, the 2-level crowded Euro-Asian joint offered a choice of 3 daily-changing vegetarian, meat or seafood set dinners (US$12 each), crafted by the amicable chef-owner. We slurped a seafood congee-ish soup starter, followed by the tiniest ricecakes with meat toppings, veggy springrolls, stir-fried greens and French egg custard.

When in Vietnam, a bowl of pho bo is a must. I could still recall my first delicious bowl In Hanoi as Fatty and I sat on low seats slurping our S$1 pho. The one at the popular 75-year old Pho Lien (25 Le Loi)at Hoian was slightly different from that of Hanoi. Here, the rice noodles were more al dente, even slightly undercooked but nonetheless divine swimming in a light flavourful beef stock. I braved the otah-like pork sausage wrapped in leaves which turned out to be wonderful.

Across Pho Lien, Ah Ma and mom (both non beef-eaters) got a taste of getting down to it and sat on low stools with the locals at a roadside noodle stall for the beehoon in chicken soup. Not far away at the junction of Le Loi and Tran Hung Dao was a popular outdoor beer garden which doubled up as a morning meeting place for locals (you can't miss the huge communist-style poster). Here, we sipped on strong expresso shots served with an equal amount of diabetic sweet condensed milk in a squat tequila glass for only S$0.30 each!

Next to it, we had a cheap and generous local feast at Canh Buom Trang, a neighbourhood eatery flanked by a blaring tv and several fish tanks. The friendly and patient staff stuffed us with rice paper rolls, seafood hotpots, 2 live garoupas (hammered on their heads before our very eyes as proof of freshness), steamed green eggplant with fish sauce, fried pork with lemongrass and rice (US$44). We also happened to peep into a room full of seamstresses working around the clock, a behind-the-scene that few realised.

In the hot afternoon, Tam Tam Cafe with an adjoining bakery was an ideal spot for some very strong coffee, decadent tiramisu cake, croissant and apricot tart. Aunt, sis and I couldn't resist buying more French pastries to take away for our excursion. Life slowed down to such a languid pace that we had time to watch the world go by, especially the elegant teenage girls in their ao dai and chirpy school kids returning home on their oversized bicycles.

If you had the chance, pop into the renowned Cargo Club restaurant (& cooking school) opposite Tam Tam Cafe, where lunch (US$38) was a sumptuous spread of tomato-tofu soup, stirfried vermicelli, Cao Lau, 'white rose', spring rolls, tom yam kung, excellent grilled squid and a personal treat of mojito.

These places are generally packed with tourists but if you're game for street food, there were roving hawkers (sempre le donne!) squatting over their grilled satays of marinated pork. Vendors also peddled steamed peanuts, seasonal fruits, rice cakes, desserts and newspapers from door to door. It was almost impossible to go hungry.

What I most admired about Hoi An was that history is not just a thing of the past but still a living reminder of its present and future. It was untainted by modernity yet able to remain true to itself and sustain a quality living by doing what they do best. And at times, I've never seen such pride and contentment in the eyes of weary city-dwellers from supposedly richer countries. When the locals found out where we're from, their natural reply was "Oh Singapore? It's very clean", to which I cringed a bit. One wonders if 'clean' should be taken as a compliment versus 'uniquely'.

On the 3rd day, we took a break from the Old Town and bundled everyone on an eco tour with the affable Khoa (same age as my sis), his father Viet and younger cousin on their big fishing boat. My sis had taken their tour before when she was staying at the luxurious Victoria Hotel last year and predicted that dad would love the slow cruise. And she was right - he got on like fire with Khoa's father and took to the boat like one of the crew. www.hoianecotour.com

Dad was most comfortable peddling the tricky round basket boat called 'thung cai' while the rest of us yelled our heads off just spinning in circles! These little buggers were so hard to manouveur! Besides learning about local fishing practices, we also spent a leisure, serene boat ride inside the lush coconut palm canal. Ah Ma nearly fell off the tiny boat while aunt-in-law clung tightly to a child's life vest!

Khoa gave us an insight into the brutality of war between Vietnam and America; where brave and resourceful Northern Army soldiers hid themselves among the thick palms and even underneath the water (like how they did with the Cu chi tunnels on land). Many lives were lost when the invaders carpet bombed the whole area in a desperate bid to drive out the resilient armies.

When it was time for lunch, Mr Viet worked swiftly behind his steer and put the finishing touches to a sumptuous spread, prepared by his wife who also run 'The End Of The World' restaurant located at the small Phuoc Hai fishing village. Who would imagine we could feast so well on a boat parked in the middle of nowhere with no kitchen in sight? First they fried the crispy mini spring rolls for starters and served them with a sweet-spicy dip and cold local birra.

Then I salivated as they unveiled the gigantic stuffed squids swimming in their delightful stew and proceeded to sliced them up to reveal the stuffing of tentacles, peanuts and vegetables. Oh, we were in heaven. When the angmohs didn't finish them (they looked a bit tentative about the squids), we polished off their share as well. Heh-heh. Waste not, want not.

Then the fresh king prawns, simply boiled, were up and we proudly sucked the prawn heads dry before the next course arrived. As you could imagine, I was the only one snopping around at the back of the steer, poking my camera at every chance. Khoa's dad taught us how to roll the crispy thin egg pancake tightly with some fresh vegs in rice paper like cigars. It was soooo good I ate 3!

Dessert was a mini sticky rice dumpling with a sweet-salty bean stuffing wrapped in leaf - so satisfying that we had triple servings. On our last day, the ever-thoughtful Khoa packed a bag of these dumplings for us to take home but we wiped out them and 5 baguettes before our flight! Everyone agreed that this was easily our best meal in Vietnam. Burp.

Hoi An-alogy

I couldn't remember the last time I travelled with my family, much less willingly. You'd know it when age caught up with you and suddenly you're thinking straight, so straight that you take the initiative to play tour guide to 6 family members who thankfully happen to get along with each other.

So over the long Easter weekend, my sister and I got on the plane to Hoi An, Vietnam, with our beloved 77-yr old maternal granny (Ah Ma rocks!), our parents and 2 aunts, and left our poor cats with our fratello (who is their least favourite person in the house, haha). The Silk Air flight took just over 2 hours and we were at Danang's mini airport in a flash, greeted by the driver holding my name in large letters and the sweet Vietnamese hotel receptionist 'Dal' waiting with a bunch of fiori.

Everyone was excited, including our retired dad who was posing with the flowers in front of our private van. In many ways, I realised we took after him - he's a natural linguist (speaks Thai and curious in other cultures), independent (rides a motorbike in his younger days), nature-lover (born-fisherman) and is a tanned Pan-Asian (we can pass off as Thai, Viet, Lao, Filippino etc). In many ways, we also look up to our mamma for her resilience, resourcefulness, generosity and strength - she's the iron pillar in our family. As we grow older, we actually want to spend more time with them and treat them to our kind of adventurous travelling experiences, which they are game for.

Then there's our dear Ah Ma who is always full of humour and cheer, outward-thinking and has a grande appetito for life. She's always the darling granny for all her devil-may-care-less ways; chain-smoking and playing mahjong for as long as we can remember. When we were little, she had a way of spoiling us with toys, bad-arse jokes and her glorious homecooked food. Blessed with green fingers (and always has time to smell the roses), Ah Ma is also a very warm and sociable natural born traveller. The few times I travelled with her, she never complained and took everything in her stride. She never displayed shock, disgust or disappointment to new cultures - ok maybe one time when I dragged her on a horrifying roller coaster train ride at Disneyland Tokyo which saw us screaming our lungs out and pissing in our pants! Still, we had a good laugh and stuffed our faces silly after that.

My dear aunt M (eternally youthful at 48!) initially had reservations about Vietnam - hearing horror stories from my mom's colleagues and her silly workmate who mocked her why one should go to a third-world country. Hello! These people need to be bundled in a rice sack and fed to the blood-sucking leeches in the Mekong River! Obviously they have no keen interest in the world around them, especially in heritage, history and culture. Nowadays when I travel, I deliberately seek out culture shock. The more adverse it is from our own, the better. Why would I want to escape to another polluted loud city for senseless consumerism? We should challenge ourselves outside our comfort zones and open our mind to embrace diversity.

Even my aunt-in-law EM (married to my mom's brother) who seems most likely to shy away from the unfamiliar was warming up to Hoi An quickly. After a breezy hour's ride from Danang, we reached our boutique hotel Thien Thanh (www.hoianthienthanhhotel.com), dropped our bags and hopped into a cab (US$1) to Brother's Cafe 5mins away for an early dinner! Housed in a charming colonial building by the river, the elegant restaurant was one of the best (and expensive) places in town for a local feast. We went mad and ordered chunky fried calamari, fresh rice paper rolls, specialty translucent 'white rose' dumplings, steamed whole fish, stir-fried morning glory and bbq spare ribs with porcelain bowls of white fluffy rice (US$105).

Stuffed, we burnt the calories with a passeggiata, passing thro' the compact Old Town for our first glimpse of the UNESCO site by moonlight. It was very dark and our eyes had to adjust to the dim streets and lantern-lit shops. Still we could make out all the quaint ancient shophouses which Hoi An is famous for. Hailed as a world heritage destination, it was once an important international trading centre in southern Vietnam in the 16th and 17th century - servicing foreign marchants ships, from the French to Japanese, along its riverscape. www.hoianworldheritage.org

Here cosy restaurants were filled with international diners while locals sat on low seats sipping on sugar cane juice looking out into the tranquil dark waters. We couldn't help but notice all the cute little dogs who were watching the world go by outside their shops and homes. These furry busybodies were nonchalant to us and are more interested in other canines trepassing their territory.

The next morning, we got up extremely early at 5.30am without any rude alarm as the sun was already shining on our arses! We also slept early; me and my sister felt so snug like princesses under the mosquito net. A hearty brekkie awaited us at our open terrace overlooking the lush vegetable field and mooing brown cows. Ah Ma and parents ordered almost everything on the breakfast carte - which was a tad embarrassing - but they also didn't waste anything including the fab French baguette, noodles and omelettes.

I learnt that the baguettes came from the small bakery across the road which was perpetually busy around the clock. Inside, the air was hefty with soot and the bare backed bakers arranged the dough in neat rows and prepped them for the hot ovens (we bought 5 delicious loaves for S$1!). I love the warm loaves with their slightly charred crusty exterior. They are a taste of nostalgia as my mom used to send us to buy bread from a neighbour whose home was always perfumed with freshly baked buns.

Our first stop today was the bustling Hoi An Central Market by the Hoai River - easily my favourite place at any part of the world. All the women, shielded from the hot sun by their triangle-shaped straw hats - were peddling fresh flowers with roots, vegetables and fruits of all kinds along the sidewalks. Every corner was lined with pineapples, jambus and huge green melons that were in season.

My folks enjoyed a chat with the pineapple ladies and a taste of their sweet, rich harvest. Inside the market, there were more heady smells from the meat, eggs and noodle stalls. A lady was busy shredding flat sheets of oiled white rice noodle with a noodle-cutting machine while nearby more ladies sold piles of local yellow Cao Lau noodles.

Further along there were fish-sellers parading their fresh catch from plates of tiny baits to large swordfishes gleaming under the sun. My dad the fisherman was eyeing their catch like a hawk, while mom inspected the poultry section for the live chickens and docile ducks with sad bounded feet. As much as I'd love to linger on, the rest of our party was eager to get away from the chaos.

We found ourselves at a nearby Hainanese meeting hall which made dad really happy as he could chat away in his own tongue to the caretaker while the women bargained for necklaces and bracelets from a heap at the door. I snapped the colourful silk lanterns and a lazy cat in the garden for my upcoming cat photo exhibition. The locals were so friendly and hospitable here, unlike some of the more money-grabbing city dwellers in frenzy Hanoi.

Besides being compact, Hoi An was surprisingly very organised and relied on a tourist coupon system (US$5) that allowed 5 stops among a museum, ancient family houses, Chinese meeting halls, art performance theater, Japanese Covered Bridge or Quan Kong Temple. We popped into the Fujian meeting hall (since Ah Ma is Hokkien), the 100 year-old Phung Hung house (lived in by 8 generations) and the 16th century Japanese bridge before their attention span panned out under the stifling heat.

At 11pm, the weather was a killer so we seeked respite at a local restaurant for more 'white rose' dumplings, fried wantons and Cao Lau noodles - our second breakfast before noon. Cao Lau is a dish unique to Hoi An, featuring rough thick yellow noodles with a pasta-like texture. Apparently the secret lies in the water used to make it which comes from a 'special well' in the city (who knows if one uses it right?). These thick strands are then topped with slices of roast pork, squares of crispy dough fritters, heaps of fresh herbs and vegs. It didn't do much for me, even after my second attempt (I always try any local specialty twice just to double-check).

We easily covered most of the lanes soon enough or perhaps every old shophouse was beginning to look the same under this glorious sun. The elderly gang decided to head back to the hotel for Viet massages (US$10), while my sis, aunt and I trodded to easily the poshest tailor, Yaly, at Tran Phu Street for some well-deserved therapy (www.yalycouture.com there are 2 stores). If there's one thing you must do in Hoi An, it is to make an impeccable tailored garment or pair of shoes (si, anche le scarpe!).

We sat among shelves and rows of assorted fabrics and poured over the fashion magazines and filed cuttings for designs to point out to the young salesgirls dressed in their brilliant flowing ao dai. Most of them were patient and experienced enough to handle indecisive customers like us, trying to imagine our dresses in this material and that cut. Since it was great value (from US$12 for a top to US$60 for dress), I had 6 pieces made for US$180 at 2 tailors! My personal attendant Jane at Yaly was very helpful and made useful suggestions with my designs.

The other tailor was Cloth Shop Phuoc near our hotel where the chatty saleslady put aside her half-finished dinner and took our measurements for dresses and shoes. Her 3-year old daughter Ah Ying watched us with doeful eyes as we picked out the colourful linen, satin and chiffon for our clothes, and leather and heels for boots and shoes. We'd return the next day to try the goods and allow them time to make the final alterations. Express tailoring is stupendo!