12 Hours in Transit, Or How I Made it to Macau

originally posted 26 November 2006, 11:08pm

I failed to achieve my goal yesterday morning: I had a steamed bun for breakfast. It was fantastic and I quickly made up for it by having 11ses with some roti across the street at the Indian place that was near my hostel. The one sight in Georgetown that I’d set to see was the Chong Tze Fai (sic?) house/museum. Chong Tze Fai was a Chinese businessman who made a fortune in the early 1900s in trade in the Southeast Asian region, with his favorite home being in Penang (the one he built for his 7th wife). Apparently, when he died in 1915 (??) he was called the Rockefeller of the East by the NYT.

I joined the 11am tour, which went thru the home (and also does a bit of a sales pitch for the B&B that operates from there). It’s quite a spectacular building, very Chinese + Western in the middle of a row of colonial British homes. It looks totally out of place, but the interior was beautiful and had fengshui touches all over as well as some interesting internal water cooling mechanism. After the museum, I walked around some and took a few more pictures, had my last order of hawker Indian food and headed out.

Back at 75 Travelers, I started my 12 hour journey from Georgetown, Penang to Macau, SAR. I got a cab from the hostel to the Penang Airport. From the Penang Airport, I took an Air Asia flight to Kuala Lumpur Low Cost Carrier Terminal. Upon arrival, I took a bus from LCCT to KL International Terminal (a 20 minute drive no less). Once clearing immigration in KL, the flight was a quick four hours to Hong Kong.

Upon disembarkation at Hong Kong, I was asked by a roving immigration agent for my passport and destination. I was the only person that I saw asked for this and as soon as I pulled out my American passport she visibly disengaged and when I said I was heading to Central she left me along. I figure there was a combination of two things going on: first, there’s a lot of Indians in HK, probably quite a few illegally and two, I was looking like a total scrub. I hadn’t shaved in 5 days and my white shirt was looking more yellow than white.

At the immigration counter, I was let thru without any issue or even a word. If this was the US, I’d ask (as I’d done before) why I’d been pulled aside, but figured this is HK so I’m not going to try to push my luck. I made my way to the Airport Express, which took me to Central, and from there took a MTR Island Line train to the HK Ferry terminal. I managed to catch the 1130pm ferry from HK to Macau, clearing immigration again (and another set of stamps). Total time in HK SAR was like 100 minutes. The ferry got me to Macau at 1230am and I took a taxi from the ferry terminal to my hotel.

Thus, after twelve hours and nearly every form of transport possible (sadly no horse or rickshaw), I made it to Macau. Taxi to plane, plane to bus, bus to plane, plane to train, train to subway, subway to ferry, ferry to taxi.

Once I arrived in Macau, I dropped my stuff off in my room and walked across the street to the Sands casino. I played roulette for a little bit but they closed the table I was playing at down after like 5 spins so I figured that was a good indication of time to leave and I went to the hotel (Mandarin Oriental) to sleep. It’s funny, I was thinking, the difference between where I slept Saturday night versus Sunday night. On Saturday, my room was a concrete box with a squeaky bed. The bathroom was separated from the bedroom by a concrete ledge and the shower was a nozzle over the toilet. On Sunday, the floors were marble and plush carpet, the bathroom had little designer shampoo bottles and fluffy pillows and a duvet on the bed. The even funnier part is, on Saturday I met a lot more interesting people than I did on Sunday.

It’s back to work now, for this two day training program. I’m in Macau until Wednesday when I head back to Hong Kong.

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Georgetown, Penang

originally posted 25 November 2006, 6:18am

Last night I ended up skipping the whole go out and drink thing and did the much more dorky go watch a movie at the mega-mall in KL thing. I caught the midnight showing of Casino Royale. Movies in Malaysia are so cheap: a full fare ticket is 10 RM, which is 2.5 USD. I got out the movie and walked back to the hostel around 3am and crawled in to the bunk bed I had in the dorm that night.

I woke up around 8am, took a shower and then went to the Indian resturant next door to have roti telur (which the guy behind the counter corrected my pronounciation for – ouch) for breakfast. I left the Red Palm at 10 and made my way to the bus station. The Pudu bus station is something to behold. Again, I felt like I’d stumbled in to train station by accident. I found the Transnational bus info booth and saw that my train, erm, bus was leaving from platform 9, which lead downstairs to a train-like bus arrangement.

The bus left at 1030am sharp, made one stop around 1115am to pick up some more people, did a pit stop at 200pm and arrive in Penang Island at 430pm. My guidebook showed that the bus station was within walking distance of the central part of Georgetown. That couldn’t have been farther from the truth. After walking around for 20 minutes in arbirary directions, seeing nothing by freeways and homes, I found a cab who told me *this* station was 20km south on the island, near the airport. D’oh. Obviously, I then took the cab to the backpackers area to find a place to sleep.

At the recomendation of the owner from Red Palms in KL, I tried 75 Travellers Lodge first. It wasn’t bad, so I got a room there, put my stuff down, and went out to explore and find food. Walking around Georgetown is like looking at city the British abandoned and the Indians and the Chinese took over. Everywhere is Chinese stuff with pockets of Indian-ness. I walked past and in to a few Mosques, some Chinese temples, some very south-Indian looking temples. I got a late lunch/early dinner at a Muslim-Indian resturant, some roti chani with a glass of orange juice. So damned good. Total price? 2.7 ringgit. After recharging with food, I continued to walk around and got quite lost trying to find Little India (of course, in search of more food).

Eventually, about two hours later than I had anticipated I found the old fort and the old colonial settlements and wandered around there in lieu of making it to Little India. There’s a 12 hour walk happening tonight, starting at the Esplande at 8pm until 8am tomorrow morning. I’m gonna try to catch the end of it tomorrow AM. Anyway, I made it to Little India eventually, taking snaps of almost every old run down building I could see. This place is rich in heritage. It’s very much as if the place was on pause for 100 years and now people are back again. I’d best describe it as a mix between Vallidoid in the Yucatan, Tallinn in Estonia and something else. Quite a visual feast.

I had dinner number two (masla dosa, or thosa as they spell it here) for 1.2 ringgit later and by the time I was done it was dark outside so I took to the streets again taking pictures of hawker stalls, cars driving with colonial backdrops, etc. Hopefully some of the pictures turn out well.

So, in my quest to be as gluttenous as possible, I’ve at over 3 meals a day, and they have all been Indian food. Fantastic. This is probably the first holiday I’ve ever taken where I’ll have gained weight.

Tomorrow my flight to HK leaves at 3pm from Penang, so I’ve been told to leave Georgetown around 1pm. From Penang, it’s KL, from KL on to HK, and from HK on to finally Macau by tomorrow night. Should be about 12 hours or so of travelling door to door. I might try to hit the beach tomorrow morning or see some more of Georgetown. Depends when I wake up.

P.S. the computers at this internet cafe have a sticker on the monitors saying “STRICTLY NO PORNOGRAPHY VIEWING.” There are over 15 computers in this tiny internet cafe. I can’t imagine how/who would have prompted the incident to have them require that sticker.

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All Around Kuala Lumpur

originally posted 24 November 2006, 6:52am

This morning I woke up fairly early, around 730am, showered up and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I ended up eating with a young Korean guy who is living in Manila and a Dutch girl who is on her way via KL to Australia for holiday. I really wanted some Indian food for dinner, so I ended up just having tea and then went across the street and got some roti something, which was basically a roti with a scrambled egg and a side of lentils for two ringitt. Fantastic.

I went up the road to the bus station to buy my ticket for Penang tomorrow. The walk from the hostel was only 20 minutes but the bus station was something else. It has departure platforms, prebooking and food stalls and the whole works. In fact when I walked in, I thought I had walked to the train station by accident. Tickets were bought, ~5h trip, 26 ringgit.

Back at the hostel, I met up with the two Brits from Liverpool that I’d been chatting with last night and we made our way over to Little India. They’d spent the last few days in KL, so we walked across the city to JL Masjid India and ended up having lunch there. I split ways with them, and went to Melaka Square. By that time it was about 2pm and blisteringly hot, probably over 100F. Melaka Square is a beautiful remnant of colonial KL, with a large grassy center and old English buildings flanking on all sides. The buildings are not quite Western per-se as they all have a Islamic flavor to them.

Given the heat I ducked in to the National History Museum for an hour to bask in the AC (and learn about the forming of Malaysia, of course). After the museum, I made my way to Chinatown to get to the Hindu temple that’s located there (go figure). After getting quite lost for a while, I ended up in Chinatown and at the temple. On the way, I passed a lot of building fronts that where made in the early 1900s, many of which had been converted to restaurants and eateries. The fronts are all old colonial style, but in a much more traditional British sense of a colonial building.

I stopped in a few to have coffee/tea or a soda. Most of these restaurants are owned/run by Indians, and they get quite confused when they try to talk to me. Largely they try to talk to me in what I can only guess is Tamil and when that doesn’t work they try Hindi. Sometimes I’m able to communicate with them by replying in Marathi if I understand what I’m saying, otherwise it’s English. I’ve been asked quite a few times where I’m from and if I’m Indian and what I’m doing. It’s an interesting thing, having so many Indians here among everybody else.

After stopping by the temple, I walked around some more and decided it was time to head back, so I took the monorail and the sky train and ended up going quite a bit further than I’d wanted to. That wouldn’t have been so bad had it not started pouring monsoon-style rain. It was a quick decision to jump a cab at that point. Back at the hostel I went and got dinner with some of the folks who are staying here and am now trying to figure out what to do later tonight.

My bus for Georgetown leaves tomorrow at 1030, so I should be in Georgetown by mid-afternoon. Not quite sure where I’m staying yet, so I’ll try to figure that out once I get there.

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First Night in KL

originally posted 23 November 2006, 6:07 PM

Talk about a day of errors. I woke up at 5:30am today to catch my flight from Shanghai Pudong Airport to Hong Kong. I got there with plenty of time to spare, even enough time to get breakfast at the airport. My taxi driver made it from Xujiahui to Pudong in 35 minutes, I think a new record (via A20 no less).

Once the plane was fully boarded in Pudong, it was announced to us that there would be a short delay since air traffic control had not approved our departure. Fast forward two hours. Still no approval, still sitting in the airplane. You know the situation is grim when they start serving the inflight meal before you’re inflight.

I landed in Hong Kong at 1240pm, easily missing my 1235pm departure to Kuala Lumpur. I went to the transfer desk to see what my options were, and the next flight out at 330pm was oversold and had 10 people on the standby list. They were further flummoxed by the fact I was in the transfer area without a ticket already (since I had come via two separately booked itineraries and thus wasn’t checked in to the flight to KL). In any case, they told me to come back at 230pm.

The designated time roles around and out of whatever miracle, they had a seat for me on the flight. Quick sidebar: I love Hong Kong, but can’t wait to get there on Wednesday. Thus at 645pm I landed in Kuala Lumpur. The first two things that hit me were first how Muslim the country is (headscarves, no pork/alcohol signs on windows of restaurants) and second, how many Indians there were. I changed 500 RMB for ringgit, and bought a ticket (35 ringgit) on the KL Sentral Espress train. The airport is some 70km out of town and the train got me to the central station in 30 minutes. From there it was a 10 ringgit taxi ride to the hostel.

The hostel I’m staying at is quite nice. Clean, very nice staff and decently furnished. There is a sign at the door saying no alcohol or pork allowed inside, too. I put my bags down and went straight out to the street to find food. The first Indian street vendor I saw, I sat down and ordered some daal and two sets of vegetables with rice. The food wasn’t that warm but it was damned delicious. All for 3 ringgit! I’m going to try to eat only Indian food for every meal while I’m here. After finishing me food and watching some of the James Bond movie they had on the wall, I walked around the Golden Triangle area, and up and down the Bintan Walk. It’s out of this world how much shopping there is mixed in with so many tented street vendors, serving Malay, Chinese and Indian foods. I even saw an Iranian restaurant.

As with every other Asian capital city I’ve been to, this city gives me a sense of city that I never seem to get in Shanghai. While there are the 30+ story office and apartment blocks, there is life on the street that conveys culture and cultural mixing. Seeing Indians, Chinese and Malays walking around on the street eating each other’s cultural foods is fascinating. There’s a lot to see in this city, from the old colonial builds to all the masjids.

Originally I was going to leave KL tomorrow for the Cameron Highlands, but I’m going to stay another day and explore some more before I head to Penang. Tomorrow will likely be Little India and some of the older city center parts.

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Malaysia, Macau and Hong Kong

Or as it’s better known, Yet Another Strange Trip (YAST!). I have to be in Macau for training the 27th and 28th of November, so I figured might as well extend a few days one each side and make a little trip out of it. After scouring for cheap flights and easy of travel within the country I picked out Malaysia as the destination. Plus, the NYT just did a feature piece on the food in Malaysia specifically around the fusion of Malay, Indian and Chinese flavors. Here’s my itinerary:

  • 23 Nov: fly to Hong Kong, then fly to Kuala Lumpur, stay in KL for the night
  • 24 Nov: bus up to the Cameron Highlands (Tanah Rata or thereabouts) and spend the night. Highlights are the tea plantations and the jungles/forests.
  • 25 Nov: bus up to Penang Island (probably stay in Georgetown) and spend the night. I plan to eat a lot around Penang, plus it’s up for nomination as a UNESCO site.
  • 26 Nov: stay in Penang for the day, fly from Penang to KL (ticket was $25!), fly from KL to Hong Kong, ferry from HK to Macau. I’ll likely have to cross in to Hong Kong proper since I’m arriving after the last direct HK Airport to Macau ferry operates
  • 27, 28 Nov: work/training in Macau
  • 29 Nov: ferry over to HK for the day and stay the night in HK. Likely lots of shopping in Hong Kong for stuff I’ve been meaning to buy.
  • 30 Nov: fly back to Shanghai

It’s a lot packed in to a few days but I’m looking forward to spending some time out of Shanghai. As usual, I’ll blog while traveling.

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The OCI Process, Part Y of Y

I received a call yesterday from the Indian Consulate in Shanghai saying my OCI application had been approved and the documents had arrived from New Delhi. So I went this morning with my passport and they affixed the sticker to my American passport as well as gave me my “Certificate of Registration Overseas Citizen of India.” It’s not a travel document (e.g. I can’t visit Cuba on it) but it does for the purpose of all things India related act as a green card/citizenship-lite.

Strangely enough, the paperwork has printed on it my job title and my current address. That’s odd considering the paperwork has lifelong validity and it’s certain that both of those will change in the course of my life.

In terms of application time, it ended up taking almost exactly as long as the forums mentioned. I submitted my paperwork on 14 September 06 and all the stuff was received back at the consulate on the 16th of November, thus about two months, including the photo snafu. I’d honestly expected the process to take another two months after resubmitting the new photos.

 Aditya, now with 100% more citizen:

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Tennis Masters Cup 2006

This afternoon and evening I went to the Masters Cup in the Minhang district of Shanghai and watched all four matches played, including Blake’s upset of Nadal.

The venue was fantasic, it’s a purpose built 25,000 people (I think) stadium built specifically to host the Masters Cup three years ago or so and our cheap seats gave us fantastic views of the action. We were in the grandstand behind the umpire’s chair, almost dead center giving a perfect view of both sides of play.

The Blake-Nadal match was great to watch. In the second set Blake was down 0-4 and he rallied back to take it in a 7-6 tiebreaker. I’m quite tempted to go watch another game later this week, since Nadal, Federer and Roddick are all playing a few matches this week. Plus, Blake is really fun to watch play and I woudn’t mind seeing him again.

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Office 2007 Installation

Hands down, the best installer of any application I’ve ever used is Office 2007. You just double click the setup.exe file, and a dialog box with two buttons is shown, “Install Office” about twice the size of the next one “Customize”.  Push “Install” and a while later, no dialogs, no ads, no sub-installers, no marketing promotions, and no questions asked it’s done. Icons are in place, files open properly and everything works.

Installers are really hard to build and even harder to make this seamless, so hats off to the Office folks. They nailed the out of box experience on 2007.

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Shanghai Street Names in the French Concession

Fuxing Lu (复兴路), Jiangguo Lu (建国路), Xinguo Lu (兴国路). For a long time they were just proper names for streets. But like all nearly all Chinese proper nouns, they actually have a meaning if taken word for word. So what do they all mean?

The streets listed above (Fuxing, Jiangguo and Xinguo) are all in Xuhui District (徐汇区) and Luwan District (卢湾区) which contain the old French Concession. The area is full of leafy trees that form canopies over the streets and old 1900s homes among hip cafés. If you look at historical maps, most of the streets around there have old French names.

The modern Chinese names tell a whole different story:

  • Xingguo – Xing means to flourish, Guo means country/nation; thus “Flourishing Nation Road”
  • Fuxing – Fu means again or to recover, Xing means to flourish; thus “Recover Road” or maybe “Flourishing Recovery Road”
  • Jiangguo – Jiang means building or creating, Guo means country/nation; thus, “Building Nation Road”

Given that all these streets run near each other, it’s a pretty interesting mix of history and communist revisionism to see in action. Roads like Fuxing Lu and Xingguo Lu either intersect or are parallel (can’t remember) which leads to funny translated names like “meet me at café at Flourishing Nation Road and Recovery Road.”

update 12 nov 06: my friend informs me that some of the names might not necessarily be communist, they may be from when the foreigners were kicked out of China in the 1920s.

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The OCI Process, Part X of Y

I’ve been in the process of applying for my Overseas Citizen of India “permit.” The name “overseas citizen” is a bit of a misnomer as India’s constitution only allows for single citizenship. It’s more of a special visa/licensing scheme that is life long and allows you free entry/exit in to India without reason plus all the benefits of a citizen (such as around property ownership/etc). I’ve wanted dual citizenship for quite a while and this is the next best thing.
 
I applied for it early September. Well, actually, I first went to apply in June or July with photocopies of all my and my parents documentation showing their citizenship and my birth as their child (and how I used to be on their passports/etc). The first round of the application was denied based on the fact that they didn’t have the originals. My parents, being in the states and me being in China made it hard to get originals of my birth certificate or other such consular documents.

When they made it out here for a holiday they brought the paperwork with them, so I submitted then in early September, along with copies of just about everything that proved I was me, plus photos, signature samples and money.

Last Thursday I received a phone call from the consulate saying my photos were rejected from Delhi stating that they had the wrong background color (white). Mind you, nowhere on the application forms, the internet forms, etc had it mentioned that photos require a *red* color background. They were kind enough to forward me a sample photo. The Word document that it came on was titled “Ministry of Overseas Indian Affairs, Diaspora Division, Undersecretary – Diaspora Service.” I guess when there are millions of overseas Indians, it makes sense to have an entire Ministry for it.

In any case, I got the pictures taken yesterday and dropped them off along with new application forms this morning. Hopefully this set will be accepted and the process can move along. I’m supposed to hear back in 10 – 14 working days so I’ll post more when I hear more. The entire process takes about 2 – 3 months assuming no snafus (such as this picture one).

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