16 September 2011

Food: Bali, Thailand and Singapore

I am not even sure where to begin when describing the varying taste delights of SE Asia. In 24 days I covered three countries, but within those countries sampled a range of both local and internationally influenced cuisines that ran the gamut from fine dining (foie gras with apple compote in Singapore) to fantastic street food (juicy fried chicken from a cart in Bangkok). I could start with the best meal (post-wedding suckling pig on Nusa Penida) or the worst (the gingery seafood soup in Bangkok - so spicy I couldn't finish it). I could start at the beginning (beachside in Bali) or the end (a winebar in Singapore)...

Instead, I will start with rice.

Rice was a running theme in every dish I ate on my trip, either as a side dish, or as breakfast. In Bali, Nasi Goreng (Rice Fried) was a staple and served as breakfast most mornings. It might come with Babi (pork) or Ayam (chicken) or it might just be a large bowl of fried rice full of vegetables and egg.

Nothing beats Nasi Goreng for breakfast. NOTHING. It fills you up, is full of protein for the day ahead, and yet, somehow, is light enough that it doesn't sit in your stomach or slow you down. A's nephews on Nusa Penida were fascinated by all the sugary cereals that were brought over for the wedding guests to eat for breakfast. They ate bowls and bowls in the days we were on the island - they had never had anything like it. I, on the other hand, could not get enough Nasi Goreng and, like the children discovering their first taste of cereal, ate bowls and bowls of it throughout the day.

While on Nusa Penida I had the privilege of participating in a traditional Balinese wedding feast. In the wee hours of the morning before the wedding, two suckling pigs, likely raised special for the occasion, met their end (but not in vain, as they were cooked so well as to truly honor them). The pigs were spit roasted all night while being basted (fortunately for me NOT in coconut water but in some other, sweet, delicious concoction) until their skin became dreamy, honey-colored cracklings and their meat a juicy delicacy. The pigs were accompanied [by easily a dozen] other dishes of varying degrees of spice and awesomeness. I went for the shredded chicken, the deviled eggs topped with sambal (making them incredibly devilish!), green beans in some sort of spicy curry-like sauce, and heaps of steamed rice (to temper all of the spice).

(home-cooked wedding awesomeness)

Overall, though, in Bali my go-to dish was Babi Goreng - stir-fried pork, usually heavily glazed in soy sauce with chilies, and accompanied by white or yellow or fried rice (or some combination thereof). Babi goreng is both sweet and salty, filling and light, and always cheap and delicious! The best two places for Babi Goreng (in my book) were the Amon Beach Bungalows in Candidasa and Marni's Warung in Ubud.

(mmm...Fried Pork!)

By the time I got to Thailand, my stomach was a bit delicate from all the 'goreng' foods in Bali (and from all of the antibiotics and antihistamines I was taking for my bronchitis). Fortunately, as the hostel I stayed at in Bangkok was in a very international area (Sukhamvit), I was able to sample a wide range of cuisines including Thai, Spanish Tapas, Japanese Sushi, Vietnamese and Californian-Mexican.

My favorite two meals in Thailand were at a sushi place called "In the Mood for Love..." (I think). There I tried some amazing sushi combinations including an enormous roll that had apple and tomago, and one that came topped with rare sirloin. I tried at least 10 rolls in two visits (at Western prices!) is was that good.

Also very good was the Vietnamese food at Vientiane, across the street from the sushi place, where the portions were huge, the atmosphere (an open barn with a live band) was fun, the waitresses very friendly, and the food was great. While I usually avoid places with picture menus, this place was fantastic and the pictures helped ALOT. Both the sushi place and Vientaine are just off the Thong-Lo airtrain stop if you find yourself in Bangkok any time soon.


Also in Thailand, I got a chance to try food I wouldn't have if I'd not had a guide. My guide, P, was a real foodie, so he continually purchased fruits and snacks for my friend and I at every market we visited, and even at a roadside stand in Ayutthaya because it was Mother's Day and he insisted we HAD to try a special Thai-Indian dessert (something-Roti) which involved wrapping a sort of eggy pancake around hair-like spun sugar (not unlike cotton candy). It was way too sweet for me, but in the several hour drive home my friend at the entire bag.

At the floating market, P bought us sugary 'tacos' filled with a thick cream and topped with shredded carrots. At the train market he bought us little fruits that tasted like a cross between an apple and a pear, plus dragon fruits and little pink spiky fruits that I don't know the name of. When I needed my caffeine fix, he helped me buy a cappuccino from a street vendor near the train market. (Note to travelers: street cappuccinos in Thailand are made with Sweet Condensed Milk, which isn't bad per-se, but is definitely an acquired taste. Once you get used to drinking them, stopping at an American Chain Coffee Company mid-trip results in a bitter shock to your taste buds.)

Finally, I arrived in Singapore with far more of my trip budget remaining than I had expected, which is good, because Singapore is REALLY expensive. Even though all my meals were eaten in or around China Town, my entire purse of left-over pocket money went to enjoying a final few high-end meals before coming back to Egypt where many of my favorites (i.e. anything made from pork) are not available.

Of course, that meant that in my quick three days in Singapore I had: two foie gras appetizers, a lightly dressed crab salad, the best lasagna I have ever tasted, seared lamb chops, [the very famous] Chili Crab, the most beautiful pork belly I have ever seen (though it was a bit tougher to eat that I generally prefer), and lots and lots of really great wine. I tried to get the chili crab at a hawker center, but no one at the local hawker center was serving it! Instead it was all wine bars and white table cloths for me - which, after living on a serious budget the whole trip was no problem whatsoever. I do not regret a single penny spent on food the whole trip.

(chili crab - oh so spicy and hot!)

(pork belly...layers of porky goodness!)

(seared lamb chops in a balsamic reduction)

Thankfully, despite my Singapore splurge I had enough money left over for one, very important spend for every traveling foodie...a gym membership once I got back to Cairo.

01 September 2011

The Tiger Temple




Walking up BEHIND a tiger where it cannot see you approaching in order to pet it seemed to me a stupid thing to do. I have cats. Granted, Fluffer and Squeak aren't huge jungle cats that could gouge out my spleen in one swift whack of their paws (though they do cause some wickedly nasty scratches when annoyed) - but if I've learned anything from having cats and dogs it is that you do not creep up BEHIND them to pet them. When you creep up behind a cat, then go to stroke them, they jump about a mile high and whap you with their paw; and then you get those nasty, superficial, not really dangerous (unless they get infected) scratches on your arm.

None the less, the signs as I entered the Tiger Temple in Katchanaburi, Thailand told me to follow all the monks' instructions - and that included walking up behind the little tiger (who was, thankfully, still smaller than some of my mom's Greater Swiss Mountain dogs) and stroke him from mid-back to tail. But what do you do when the tiger (on a leash) comes up behind you and begins sniffing and cuddling your backside (as happened to my friend?) - apparently you treat it like any pet (scratches behind the ear, pat its flanks) and it will try to follow you home - actually I don't recommend doing that, but that's what happened and I have the video to prove it.

A tiger nuzzles my friend
(*kids, do not try this at home!)

Petting a tiger was the most fun I had on my entire, month-long trip to South East Asia this summer. I had originally cancelled that part of the tour (which also included the train market, floating market, and some other stuff that doesn't matter at all because I got to PET a FREAKING TIGER!) because I had read some articles on the interwebs slagging off the monks and saying it was a den of abuse. Then, when I was in Bali, A told me she had done her own research, the anti-tiger temple sites were malarkey, and that it was the ONE THING I HAD TO DO and was the most amazing experience of her life. She wasn't wrong.

It was cool.

There was also an area where you could pet the big cats. BIG. You could also sign up to feed the baby tigers (had I only known, my whole day would have been spent at the temple). I never did those things - I never even saw the temple part of the temple, so absorbed was I by the small, dog-sized tigers that were cuddly and playful. The monks were very kind and helpful in guiding visitors around and advising on safety - you could also pet farm animals and deer - but NOT the ostrich, which I overheard a monk say could eviscerate you in under a minute.


(the scene just before I pet the tiger!)

The one sad thing about the Tiger Temple was the display of passive parenting. There were signs everywhere about controlling your children as, cute and cuddly as they were, these were dangerous animals that needed to be respected. Still, I saw ten to fifteen year old kids repeatedly running up and touching or 'patting' (read: whacking) the tiger's head and flank as it was lead to its next location. Meanwhile their parents stood by (said nothing) and watched their children get reamed out by a monk (first time I've ever seen a monk yell at someone) - all because they didn't seem to want to wait in line and pet the tiger appropriately when it was lying down and ready to be pet. I suspected this was a daily occurrence at the park as I saw it happen with another family as I left. It was the main topic of conversation on the four-hour ride back to Bangkok (so much traffic!) because you could see in the tiger's face that look of "just let them try it one more time!"

Being one for the rules, however, I followed the monk's instructions, overcame my fears, walked up behind the tiger, crouched down (one's head should always be lower than a monk's) and pet "Mack" the tiger and had the most amazing experience of my whole trip.