The love of free food

I dropped in to this cafe in Kuala Lumpur. I was surprised to hear the girls working there speak Khmer. Most wait staff in these parts are from Vietnam or Myanmar. They were equally curious about me when I got them to play some Khmer songs from my phone. There was this one girl, who came to chat with me. Not yet 20, she had left her home to support the education of her younger sibling after both her parents had passed away. Unlike the others in the shop, she was not glued to her smartphone. She said she liked talking to the customers, it helped her learn English and Chinese.

We spoke of life in Cambodia, the recent politics - seems she followed the news online, and the food. I said I missed the food the most. She offered to share her dinner. I accepted. She had made simple chicken porridge, she brought out a bowl and poured out a generous helping, even added a select piece of meat, and pepper and lime. 

I am never the one to miss free food. Free food always tastes better. Because more often than not, free food is offered out of love, and there is no better garnish than the affection we share with people who start as strangers, but soon enough we find some connection with them - even if it is something as trivial as mutual liking for an old Khmer song or common interest in latest political gossip from back home.

Oral hygiene in the land of strong people

In our Pakistan and Afghanistan, this is how the strong folks brush their teeth. You bite off a bit of the bark of the "miswak" (arak tree twig) to expose the fibrous core, and scrub your teeth. The juice destroys bacteria. Don't need any of that paste. You can use a twig for a week. I also remember using rolled mango leaves and neem twigs for oral hygiene in childhood days. Let me know if you want to try the miswak, I usually have a few fresh twigs in my bag.

Taking the wrong bus

"And the heat. Your shirt is straightaway a rag. You can hardly remember your name, or what you came to escape from. But at night, there's a breeze. The river is beautiful."

Tourane, now known as Danang. 

The quote is from the movie "The Quiet American". It was filmed in the nearby town of Hoi An. Danang is my favorite city in VN, even though no one ever goes there much. If you are here, you are probably transiting, or you took the wrong bus. I often take the wrong bus.


The contraband

You hear Thai voices outside and you know that the van it is here. The larger immigrant community have their own ethnic enclaves, but the smaller ones have to make do with such mobile stores. The van has stuff from all over Thailand - condiments, snacks and food. Half a dozen Thai women are around the truck, grabbing the best stuff. I know better not to join the raid - I won't stand a chance.  These ladies are from the neighbourhood Thai spas. They get stronger by the day, squeezing, stretching, and manipulating out of shape, big car driving neighbourhood clientele. I let them have their pick. I concentrate all my mental gaze on that box of pad kra pao gai (minced chicken), hoping that I can make it invisible till the ladies leave.

Soap, shampoo and shaving gel alternatives

Often on the road, I ended up spending a lot of time looking for small bottles of soaps and shampoos. The airport security will get you to dispose bigger bottles and tubes. I wasn’t happy making more mess in this world of ours. For some time I have been looking for natural replacement.

At Fernloft Hostel, Singapore.

I am using lime juice as soap and shampoo. I have found that lime juice substitutes well as a deodorant too. Coconut oil is great for shaving, no need of shaving gel or foam. And you don’t need moisturizer after the shave.I am experimenting using eucalyptus oil as a replacement for chemical mosquito repellent. 

Eating well while traveling

These days, I try to prepare my own meal. Most hostels have microwave. A head of broccoli takes about 2 minutes on medium heat to cook. Cut into small pieces, place in a ziplock bag. Don’t seal the bag. Careful with the steam when you unload into a bowl. 

Indonesia, Flores and Sempu Island

Wall art in Surabaya

Fufu, our journalist and traveler friend from Indonesia,  introduces us to some of the lesser visited places. She also talks about the Jazz scene in Indonesia and some places in her hometown Surabaya where you can interact with the locals. The song at the end is “Kampuang Nan Jauh Dimato” by The Upstairs.

Notes

Visiting Flores – one of the lesser visited, larger islands in Indonesia

Flores –  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flores

Riung – 17 islands – http://www.indonesia.travel/en/destination/874/the-paradisical-17-islands-riung-marine-park-of-flores

If you are in Java (where the capital Jakarta is) and have a couple of days, try visiting Sempu Island

Pulau Sempu (Sempu Island) – http://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g297710-d3296788-Reviews-Sempu_Island-Malang_East_Java_Java.html

If you end up in Surabaya, and want to make local friends, head to these places.

Taman Bungkul – http://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g297715-d3974881-Reviews-Taman_Bungkul-Surabaya_East_Java_Java.html

House of Sampoerna  – http://houseofsampoerna.museum/e_visitorinfo_openinghours.htm

Jazz festivals in Indonesia

Java Jazz – http://www.javajazzfestival.com/

Jazz Gunung – http://www.indonesia.travel/en/event/detail/868/jazz-gunung-2014-jazzin-up-mount-bromo


Song at the end, thanks for the band for releasing the song under a Creative Commons License

“Kampuang Nan Jauh Dimato” by The Upstairs – http://freemusicarchive.org/music/The_Upstairs/CCIDAP2012/06_Kampuang_Nan_Jauh_Dimato

This travelspy podcast is also available under a Creative Commons Attribution License.

We like pretty

I grew up in a country, and in a time, where products were mostly designed for utility, and how they looked was secondary. In 1980s Bombay, we used to fetishize images of cars and gadgets that we glimpsed on the pages of foreign magazines. Even in the 1990s and early 2000s companies like Nokia or Dell would produce a utilitarian model for the mass and a “posh” model for those who would pay more. In the late 1990s, when I started traveling, I often heard from people that companies like Apple would never succeed in Asia, as the price point is too high, and most audiences did not care for the design. 

The other day I was in Phnom Penh, near Soriya Mall and I spotted a shop selling a slick plastic cases - not for phones - but for household cooking gas cylinders!!.