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Postcards: Favourite Instagrams of 2016

Postcards: Favourite Instagrams of 2016

In January, I returned back to Vancouver after an amazing family Christmas/New Year's trip to Oahu. I was craving a bit of winter to contrast the Hawaiian sun and surf, and had to go up in the mountains to find it. I feel #blessed to have this as my backyard. 

A typical February in Vancouver. 

In March, the world was hurting from recent terrorist attacks (it still is). I love the beauty and symbolism of cherry blossoms, which seemed to bloom at just the right time. 

Prohibition City: A Walk Through Vancouver's Dry Past

Prohibition City: A Walk Through Vancouver's Dry Past

“Friends, gather ‘round,” he says. He’s got a story to tell us. On this dark and drizzly October evening, Will Woods, of Forbidden Vancouver’s walking tours, was guiding our group through downtown Vancouver and a gloomy era of Vancouver’s past: Prohibition.

We had gathered at the Holy Rosary Cathedral—where “they served more than Holy Communion” during Prohibition, he said—and made our way to Victory Square. Woods, dressed for the part in a long beige trench coat and dark grey fedora, looks like he might have stepped out of the early twentieth century to tell us about how British Columbians actually voted for Prohibition in October of 1916, exactly one hundred years ago.

Seoul Sonnet

How do I love Seoul? Let me count the ways.
I love the smell, the sight, the touch, the sound,
Of subways and shopping malls kept underground;
A fun way to spend time during commute delays.

Up above ground, under a clear blue sky,
I love the city parks in which to play,
Where Seoulites can relax and spend the day
In nature, away from traffic nearby.

A love the combination of old and new,
Aged palaces and temples sharing space
With modern high rises in the same place.
And I love the Han River flowing though.

I love the parties in the streets of Seoul,
The many festivals and fun celebrations
That unite people from different nations.
It's these occasions that make a city whole.

There's so much more that can't be counted in lists,
Like the joy in finding new places to explore,
Or the change in oneself that can't be ignored.
But perhaps what's most important is this:
No matter what I do or where I roam,
I love how this city always feels like home.

Yeouido's Cherry Blossom Streets

While Japan gets all the attention, Korea does have its own amazing display of cherry blossoms to boast about. Yeouido is the best place in Seoul to see the blossoms in bloom. A 7-km long street on the small island is lined with over a thousand cherry blossom trees---and today the sidewalks were filled with millions of Seoulites trying to get a picture of the delicate white blossoms before they fall to the ground like snowflakes.

I biked the five kilometers from my apartment before taking a brief stroll under the trees. If you could get keep your head above the crowds, it was a beautiful sight. After a short walk around Yeouido, I headed back home, where the path from my apartment to the Han River has a few beautiful cherry blossom trees of its own with none of the crowd. We only have a few more days to enjoy the snow-like petals before they melt away.

Does Travel Always Have to Be About the Journey?

They say travel is about the journey, not the destination. But sometimes the journey is long, boring, and frustrating.

I spent the evening on a bus from Singapore that would take me to Kuantan, Malaysia. It was an uncomfortable ride; I've never understood why buses need to be as freezing cold as they always are.

In the middle of the night, the bus pulled up in front of a fancy hotel and told me to get off. After handing me my backpack, they drove off, leaving me confused and very angry. This most certainly was not the bus station I imagined. I was informed there was no room for me at the hotel, which was fine because I never would have been able to afford it anyways. The hotel guard gave me a chair and I sat down next to him at the gate, wondering what the heck I was supposed to do now.

Some time later, a van pulled up. "Let me ask my friend," the guard said. The van driver could take me to the bus station in Kuantan, the guard said, so that I could get a bus and meet my friend in Cherating on time (the story I told the guard instead of admitting I was on my own). After thinking about the situation for a minute (like I always do before getting into a vehicle with a stranger), I decided it should be okay and I got in.

The bus station was big. The gravel parking lot I was standing in was filled with big white tents and some red and yellow taxis. The station in front of me was a two-story building with blue- and white-tiled platforms underneath and the waiting area up above. It was still dark and the platforms were all empty. A sign that read "Kounter Tiket" directed me upstairs, where lots of people were waiting for their buses and sleeping on the wooden benches. It was cluttered, and it certainly wasn't clean. One wall was lined with ticket booths, but they were all closed. Besides that, I didn't see "Cherating" on any of the signs.

I found an empty spot on a bench and decided to settle in. A young man beside me said hello and we talked for a bit. When I told him where I was going, he told me to wait until 7 (then still over an hour away) before looking for tickets. I tried to make myself comfortable and prepare myself for the long wait.

I was half-asleep when a station worker called up from the platforms below. I imagined he was talking about the arrival of a bus, but of course I really had no idea. He came up to the waiting area and the young guy beside me exchanged a few words with him. He told me to follow the older man downstairs, so I grabbed my bag and headed off, excited I might be on my way soon.

But when I got downstairs, I was told that I was at the wrong bus station; this was the long-distance station and I needed to go to the local one. Of course, a taxi driver was more than happy to drive me there. Frustrated, I refused, instead wanting to walk myself there with the hopes that the walk would calm me down.

I got directions and started off. Right, then left, straight through the lights, then right again---simple enough, right? But before I even made my first turn I realized I shouldn't be doing this. 1) I suck at directions in general, 2) I couldn't see where the first turn was, 3) I'm alone, 4) I'm in Malaysia, and 5) it's still dark. I turned around and, with a sheepish look on my face, went back to the taxi driver.

He seemed irritated I didn't go with him the first time he offered. In fact, he told me so. While we drove, I noticed we weren't going the way he had told me to talk, so I asked him where we were going. He got angry and started yelling at me. "Why don't you trust me?" he said. "Why do you keep asking me? It's a one-way street so I have to go around!" I could see that this taxi ride would do nothing to cheer me up.

The local bus station turned out to be nothing more than a gravel square with two very old looking buses parked at one side. There was an open-air restaurant at the back of the station, the kind of restaurant with plastic chairs and tables and food in plastic bowls covered in saran-wrap. Two women were wiping down the tables and washing the dishes, getting ready for their day to begin. I wasn't hungry, so I spent my time watching mice scurry across the gravel as the sun started rising.

Finally my bus pulled up. I paid a couple ringgits to the driver and sat down. The bus, like the ones in the parking lot, was old; it's dark blue paint was weathered and the seats were grey and tattered. I had no idea when I was supposed to get off, but that didn't stop me from nodding off to sleep. The ride was long; we stopped at the side of the road to pick up more passengers dozens of times. When I got on the bus was almost empty, but soon most of the seats were taken. I tried to look at the landscapes we passed and watch the local scene outside my window, but I kept falling asleep.

Some time later, I realized I missed my stop, but, without knowing where I was or what I was doing, I just kept going. Eventually we passed under an archway across the road that read "Terengganu" so I thought we had driven all the way to the city of Kuala Terengganu. Really, we just crossed into the province, but I didn't learn this until we stopped at another big bus station and I started walking towards what I thought was the city centre. I was tired, sweaty, hungry, and completely lost.

I spotted a small hotel at the side of the highway and decided to ask for directions to a Terengganu hotel I read about in my guide book. As it turns out, I was in Kemaman, a much smaller city still a far distance from KT. They called me a taxi to take me to Cherating.

At 9.30am, I checked into a hotel in Cherating. After nearly twelve hours of buses, bus stations, taxis, and adventures on foot, I had finally arrived.

More:
A Walk in the Woods of Taman Negara
Wandering Around Kuala Lumpur
Me, Myself & Malaysia

24 Hours Was All It Took to Fall in Love with Singapore

If I had to describe Singapore in one word, it would be "clean." Or "colourful." Or maybe "charismatic."

My day in Singapore started on Orchard Road, Singapore's shopping paradise. I arrived early---too early, in fact, to shop in any of the malls, as none of the stores were open yet. That, I decided, was a good thing. The malls on Orchard Road there for the trendy rich folks, not for a cheap backpacker like myself. I spent some time walking up the length of the road, dipping into some of the malls for some relief from the hot August sun.

I thought about making my way to the Singapore Botanic Gardens, but it was way too hot. I instead took a bus to somewhere in the downtown area and walked around. I was immediately impressed with the city: it was so clean and organized. (Many people describe Singapore as the "least Asian city in Asia"---said negatively---because it's so unusually clean and organized.) The charming buildings were coloured in a rainbow of pastels, looking as if they belonged in the Walt Disney version of colonial America. I noticed a lot of construction, but even that seemed quieter and cleaner than I was used to. Where was the dirt and general disorganization that defeats other cities? Yep, I was already in love with this city.

In the early afternoon, I made my way to the urban planning exhibit at the Urban Redevelopment Authority. The Authority has a display of their Draft Master Plan for the city of Singapore and I wanted to take a look at it. (Now would be a good time to mention that I majored in Human Geography in university. Urban planning is something I studied a lot over those four years---though I imagine visiting such an exhibit is still a really dorky thing to on vacation.)

Basically, the plan has four key aspects: improving the living environment, strengthening the city's position as "global business hub," maintaining Singapore's heritage and character, and adding more parks and leisure spaces. Each region in the city-state has its own plan that encompasses these four elements. Okay, this sounds boring, but it wasn't---at least, not to me. There were videos, models, drawings and photos, and clear descriptions for everything. I spent a couple hours going through it all and really liked what I saw; there was a real focus on nature and efficient use of space and resources. I could definitely see myself living in Singapore, I thought.

When I finally pulled myself outside, back into the sunshine, I walked myself over to the Asian Civilisations Museum near the Singapore River. There was a great exhibit about Vietnam, a place I visited with my brother just six months ago. I joined a tour group and learned a lot, not only about Vietnam, but the people of Asia as a whole.

Singapore's Merlion

Singapore's Merlion

I finished my tour of the city with a boat trip along the Singapore River, passing by colourful quays and seeing the famous Merlion at Merlion Park. The Merlion is a cultural symbol of Singapore, reflecting the original name for the island, Singapura, meaning "Lion City." The name was given by Prince Sang Nila Utama of the Sri Vijaya Empire, who, upon landing on Singapore's shores, saw a large animal that he later learned was a lion. The fish body represents Singapore's beginnings as a small fishing town.

After a cheap and delicious dinner at a street restaurant, a new pair of Birks and a pedicure to get my feet ready for the beach, and a beer at a Chinese kareoke bar, I was back on a bus, headed back up north to Malaysia.

Details:
You can take public transit to get to Orchard Road. Check out this website for info on bus numbers and train stations.

To check out the awesome  visit the gallery at the Urban Redevelopment Authority for free Monday-Saturday. It's located near the Tanjong Pagar and Chinatown MRT stations. 

The Asian Civilisations Museum is a 5 minute walk from the Raffles Place MRT station.  

Wandering Around Kuala Lumpur

Petronas Towers and KL monorail

Petronas Towers and KL monorail

My first few days in KL were spent mostly on my feet. I love walking around cities; I feel more connected to the place, as if by walking I become part of the landscape instead of simply looking at it. As Paul Scott Mowrer wrote in his autobiography, The House of Europe, "There is nothing like walking to get the feel of a country. A fine landscape is like a piece of music; it must be taken at the right tempo. Even a bicycle goes too fast." I read that the city wasn't built with walkers in mind, but I had no problem marching my way through the city. Armed with only a basic map, care of my Lonely Planet, I made a number of wrong turns and a few mad dashes across roads that were busier than I would have liked, but I found my daily strolls to be quite enjoyable. The first thing I wanted to do was ride the monorail. Very Gotham City, I wrote in my notebook. Watching as the buildings and streets passed by below me, I rode the rail towards the Butterfly Park. After the monorail ride, walking for a while, getting lost, and eventually taking a taxi, I finally made it there.

At first the park seemed empty, but finally I started spotting them. I usually saw their shadows first, then used those to find the butterflies they belonged to. There were butterflies so big they looked like paper birds, and others that were so colourful they glowed.

The park had a small museum that I wandered though. The shadow boxes of spiders caught my attention, and I took some time to study the locations of the various spiders throughout Malaysia. I noted that, of the 19 shown, 11 (including three tarantulas and one "giant-sized" bird spider) are found in the Cameron Highlands. Note: Cameron Highlands can be missed if I'm running out of time! I wrote. To get my mind off the spiders, I checked out a shadow box labelled: World's Most Beautiful Butterflies. Most of the butterflies were a metallic, luminescent blue and were absolutely stunning---definitely deserving to be on the list.

The perk of travelling alone is being able to do whatever you want, whenever you want. Could I go to a butterfly park and a bird park on the same day? Of course I could. And I did.

The next day, I woke up early to get to the Petronas Towers. There's only a limited number of tickets every day to the Skybridge on the 41st floor---the highest level visitors can go---so arriving early was a must. There was already a line when I arrived and the wait was long. When I finally made it to the booth, the tickets were being sold for the 11.45 elevator ride---2 hrs later. Though, when I stated I only needed one ticket, they bumped me to the last ticket for the 10.15. Another score for the solo traveller.

The towers were more beautiful than I had noticed before. Each floor is wrapped with silver beams---practical in that they shade the windows from direct sunlight, and beautiful in that they look like ribbons. The shape of the towers themselves are also very symbolic. They were originally designed to be 8-point stars, called Rub el Hizb, which look like two overlapping squares. This shape is a very important symbol in Islamic culture, prevalent in Malaysia. Extra circular sections were added in between points to add floorspace, but the symbolism is still clear. At 170 metres, the Skybridge is half the height of the CN Tower's glass floor and observation level, but the view was impressive anyways. I love seeing cities from above, where you can see everything happening all at once.

Up, down, and out of the towers, I headed to the bus station to find a bus south to Singapore.

Don't Walk & Text

I recently read a funny (yet serious) article about texting injuries. The article discussed a new trend of texting-related injuries, ranging from scrapes to concussions to even a couple reported deaths. Apparently texting and walking (not to mention biking, horseback riding, cooking, and driving) do not mix well.

This is an important message for Koreans, who I've noticed are text-crazy. While dining with Korean friends, I've noticed cell phones are placed on the table for easy access. It's common (and apparently acceptable) to message others while out for dinner. Even at work, teachers are non-stop texting during breaks. Do I even mention those times when I hear people receiving texts on the toilet? I mean really, take a break!

And with all that texting, add in some ridiculous Korean driving and you have a potential disaster. Sidewalks here in the city double as parking lots and express delivery lanes, which can make just walking home from work a challenging task. Not to mention the brick sidewalks, as pretty as they are, add an extra danger for those of us who don't like to lift our feet up very high when we walk and thus trip over the corners more frequently than one would like to admit. Really, it's not so hard to see just how dangerous walking and texting in Seoul can be.

A much safer alternative: texting on the subway (photo credit: https://www.flickr.com/photos/marc_smith/5166351572)

A much safer alternative: texting on the subway (photo credit: https://www.flickr.com/photos/marc_smith/5166351572)