I came home last Friday and the amount of photos I've taken of my US trip was so daunting that I considered closing my blog. The other reason was after seeing the big world, blogging seemed so trivial. Then I remembered why I've kept on blogging: so that one day when I can't remember, I can still recollect my life and travels through my blog. Also, of course, I miss you all. I do.
Jet lag wasn't so bad this time and in fact, flying 14,726 km/9150 miles from New York to KK (with 1 1/2 hr transit in HK) was quite pleasant. Again, I must say that Cathay Pacific is one of the best airlines to fly. The movies were great. I watched four, rating in descending order: The Flowers Of War, Hugo, Unkown and The Young Adult. Pork was on every meal and so I had pork sausages for brekkie and pork again for dinner or was it lunch because flying out at 10 am meant there was no night even though flying time was 20 hours (including the transit). One of the most thrilling moments for me was when, after flying about 7 hours, I went to the toilet and looked out the window (the windows by our seats were all shut to black out the light for watching movies) and saw the whole world below me covered with snow and ice, with large tracts of ice cracked open and rivers of water in between. It was like a National Geographic movie and I was watching it live! A passenger pointed out that it was the Artic, and that if I come back much later, I'd see the green grass of Mongolia. Awesome.
Cheap as I am, I avoided all alcoholic drinks and went for the peanuts and huge crisp apples throughout the flight. I love that they gave us Haagen Dazs ice cream, the big choc-covered one on a stick. The flight attendants were professional and efficient, spoke Chinese and perfect American English and their minimally made up faces were refreshing. On a long flight, it is a relief not to have to put up with fake sickly sweet attendants with garish faces covered with thick foundation, false eyelashes, blue eye shadow and hair pushed into a silly puffed beehive. You know I'm talking about the SIA and MAS girls. Terri's back and opinionated as ever.
A couple of days ago, my hub suddenly told me to move on. I was complaining about the lack of fruits and veggies in our local supermarkets ("Is there a war going on here, food supply is so low?!") and on ("What, it's 35 degrees Celcius out there?! It was a perfect 65 Fahrenheit in NYC and I could walk from morning to night without sweating and why aren't there streets to walk here?!") and on ("What, RM13 for a lousy bowl of noodles with three slices of fish?!") about how America is the place to be, of all the countries I've been to, and how happy I was there and how I've never felt so free in my life and how people were so nice and polite and integrated, how 'melting pot' they really are. I still have moments when I wish there is a bridge which I can drive on to any place I want in the world.
Darn, I have to run an errand now. I'll post this quickly or it'll not get done until the weekend.
We got out of our cosy, perfectly located apartment at the corner of 17th St and 8th Ave (a neice's, and she was in Holland) one Saturday morning to find 8th Ave closed to traffic and a street market going on. What luck! We love street markets!
Mexican food is one of my least-liked cuisine. Boring beans and wraps in same not so tasty sauce. This, however was Puerto Rican food and it turned out delicious!
Halumi in plantains grilled and caramelised on the spot, very yummy! USD4 each, ouch.
Deep fried pork, awesome! The skin was a bit hard but chewable. USD2 each piece.
Was told that this was a chicken and pork dish.
Only a fool like me would walk by these, thinking they were imitation stuff, and then go to a pharmacy and buy bottles of the same thing at twice the price. Ladies in Msia, do not pay RM60 for Opi nail polish. Get your friend's friend to get then from the states, USD9.50/RM30 at Sephora and a dollar cheaper at pharmacies.
Neon colors are in, especially neon pink and orange.
Walking to 23 St and turning to 5th Ave after the street market, we chanced upon this donut place called Doughnut Plant New York City on our way to meet a friend for lunch.
Was very yum! Very 'home made'.
We both prefer the yeast type donut.
I really have to go. Will post again when i get back.