Sunday, February 17, 2008
Kickboxing
The Lion City
The history of Singapore is moderately interesting, it being a strategic and commercial crossroads especially during British colonial times. Many centuries prior to the White Man, the city got its name as the Lion City - "Singa Pura" - based on a fable about a visit emissary who saw a lion emerge from the shores off the island. Thus, the city's emblem, a massive rendition of which is the first picture above. Fast forward to today, it's one of the wealthiest places on earth, with a friendly dictatorship in charge who keeps things safe, clean, and gum-free. In fact, Tristan and I popped into a 7-11 and can verify that no gum was sold. However, they did sell the chewy mints that are now so popular, so it's good to see merchants pushing things a bit.
Singapore is now a major financial center, with architecture and a skyline to match. One of its other nicknames is "Singabore" because it isn't known to be the liveliest place around (my New Year's celebration notwithstanding), especially in tropical Asia where Phuket, Bali, and other destinations aren't far away. There is a nice mix of the colonial and the modern, which makes it an interesting place to walk around and see how things have evolved. Chinatown and Buddhist Temples are nearly seemless with business and high-end shopping districts. I was able to spend a couple hours at the Asian Civilisations Museum, which I'd recommend to any visitors. I got a good feel for the history of the region and there was a special exhibit called "The Road to Nalanda" which detailed the history of Hinduism across South and East Asia. Pretty fascinating, but have to admit confusing. I really need a "South Asian Religions for Dummies" book, which I'm sure I'll have time to read any day now.
The Year of the Rat
Singapore was more alive than I've ever seen it before. I have to say that after splitting the week between there and Hong Kong, the former certainly comes across as more family-oriented and generally more pleasant. Think Miami, substitute Malay/Chinese for Cuban/Caribbean, and eliminate all crime, litter, and potholes, and you'll have a reasonable sense for the topography, culture, and cuisine. As the Asian hedge fund industry continues to tilt down south away from its Hong Kong roots, I expect I'll be spending more and more time working off the Straits of Malacca.
London Bridges
Among myriad other childhood songs, "London Bridges" is a natural part of the kids' repertoire. Not surprisingly, therefore, Ben in particular has been wondering for a while if we could go see the "London Bridge" as the Thames River isn't that far from our home.
There are of course many bridges across the river (it is my Pittsburgh, however, that has arguably more bridges per square mile than anywhere else on the planet), yet it's the Tower Bridge that gets all the press. There is another with the actual name London Bridge, but it's surpringly lame. To the contrary, Tower Bridge is an impressive structure, as some of the pictures above sort of capture. The bridge has a regal look and feel about and it's conveniently located next to the Tower of London, which is one of Europe's oldest castle fortresses (home to among other things, the Crown Jewels). It being a typically grey, cold, and blustery day, we checked out the bridge and left the fortress for another day. (It's a perfect thing to do when Alex and Even get here.)
We took the elevator to the top of the bridge, where they have an observation deck. London does not have the most impressive skyline, but it's a sprawling city and it was neat to be able to take in the panoramic view. Yet another thing we've not gotten to yet is the so-called Millennium Eye, a massive Ferris wheel, which by all accounts gives spectactular views of greater London. So for now, the view from the Tower Bridge will do just fine. There were also some interesting looking exhibits on the construction and operation of the bridge, but to say that this did not interest the boys would be quite the understatement.
After descending from the bridge, we found a small stone staircase that took us from street level down to the banks of the Thames. There we stumbled across a well-populated and lovely promenade with shops, cafes, cool-looking lofts, nice restaurants, and so forth. The boys are very much into "secret passages" and so them finding this spot (regardless of whether it's well known) was a treat, including the narrow brick-lined alleys that connected different parts of the promenade. Along the way, we happened upon the cutest little coffee shop where we warmed our bones with hot chocolate. I think it was called Starbucks, or something odd like that, and it's always a treat to discover those little cultural nuggets that we could never dream of finding in America.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Skinny Jeans
Photos from India
Cousins
The whole Michigan crew is coming to visit in April, which already isn't so far away. A trip to EuroDisney is in the works and Ben's already talking about going to the top of the Eiffel Tower with his cousins. Good stuff.
The Valley of the Sun
We indulge the ease and simplicity of our routine and with a lot of extra family in town during this particulr trip, it made it extra special, especially for the kids. I'm really pleased that both boys know and now remember Baboo Becky. She's aging rapidly now, but I can tell that her relationship with her three great-grandkids is special for her, which in turn is extremely special for me.
Regardless of where we live, I hope and expect that these Arizona trips will remain a Portnoy family tradition.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
London Can Be Really Quite Lovely
But who cares! What a city. We've been able to get out and about a good deal lately and have thoroughly enjoyed the continuous urban adventure that is London city living. Well-trodden destinations like Oxford Street just north of Mayfair and Long Acre Road through Covent Garden are fun in different ways. Newly discovered nooks like St. Christopher's Lane in Marlybone and Draycott Avenue in South Kensington are but specks on a map, but have little gems of restaurants and shops we never knew existed. There are probably a thousand other little streets with little shops and cafes throughout London - I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad that we will never encounter anything more than a tiny fraction of them.
Not that we haven't tried. We've eaten extremely well lately at spots like Hunan (Pimlico), l'Autre Pied (Marlyebone), l'Oranger (St. James), and Papillion (South Ken). Lovely meals all, with the latter probabably being the one I'd return to most quickly. Aperitivo (SoHo) was just okay while Cafe Anglais (Paddington) was by far the worst meal we've eaten in London (not even worth the rant - trust me). The Hunan meal was noteworthy because I generally don't like Chinese food, but this place was superb. No menus, only an owner who asked what we liked. I don't think he cared much what our answer was as every table appeared to get the same things. He brought out at least a dozen different courses, most pretty tasty and all identifiable, which is one of my new key criteria for this cuisine.
Speaking of (in)edible and (un)recognizable Chinese food, I'm off again for work travels starting tomorrow. Singapore and Hong Kong are the ports of call this time. I also might have the chance on Sunday to jump over to Malaysia given its immediate proximity to Singapore (if you look on a map, you'll see why the trip is so easy). We'll see. It's Chinese new years right now and supposedly the celebrations even in Singapore, which has a large ethnic Chinese population, are worth sticking around for.
The Adventure continues.