Ahoy,
We recently came back from China and Hong Kong. My parents wanted to take us to show us their former homes in Taishan, but also for touristing. Our first destination was Beijing, which they had never been to either. My brother and his fiance were with us here and in Taishan. After their departure, my parents and A and I went on to Hong Kong and Guangzhou.
There was a pick-up debacle in which my mom improperly communicated the logistics of our arrival. A and I flew in a day earlier than everyone else, and I was told there would be a driver holding a sign with our names. I looked through the crowd several times before we gave up and got on the subway to what I thought was our hotel. After arriving at the hotel and accessing wi-fi, lo and behold - we were not at the correct hotel. The driver and tour guide had been waiting at the airport for us for 3 hours now. We waited in the lobby for them to come pick us up and take us to our actual hotel, which my mom so willingly communicated to me ahead of time (not). A person with a red flag that read 'chinatours.com' walked up to us and we brushed him away thinking he was trying to sell something. We called him back and realized he was our guy! It was not a sign with our names, but a logo for the tour company. My mom so willingly communicated that info to us (not).
The following day we got to explore on our own. The hotel offers a breakfast unlike any other hotel breakfast we'd ever had. There were full American, continental offerings, but also Japanese, Korean, and Chinese offerings. The hotel breakfast was probably the best food we had in Beijing.
A looked up some hipster/trendy neighborhoods for us to wander. The subway is easy to navigate, but probably also one of the most complex and extensive networks out there. We did not get on the wrong train once. It took over an hour to get to our first destination - the 798 district, a former industrial warehouse area that now houses art studios and museums. There's something like this in every metropolis. We got off the train and didn't quite know where to go, so we just followed the hipster-looking people to their mecca. Yahtzee!
We saw a Hyundai exhibit where I watched a whole video of Chicago. A got the most expensive cappuccino of his life. It was pretty hot and humid as we wandered around looking at art. I have a pretty low tolerance for art and heat. This day we stopped at McDonald's and got things they don't have here: popcorn chicken, black bun chili chicken, taro pie, and boba.
On the way back we stopped to look for another trendy shopping district near the Forbidden City. We ran into what is known as the bar street and watched some paddle boats play chicken with each other. For dinner, we walked through the giant mall near our hotel and got noodles. I navigated ordering miraculously with nearly no grasp of Mandarin. As we walked into the hotel, the rest of the group arrived.
Our first day being tour guided found us on a trip to the Great Wall, the Mutianyu section. It was probably about an hour drive, but didn't feel like it because the landscape was interesting and our tour guide was feeding us facts. We stopped at a jade factory. My mom was clear right away that we were not buying, only looking. Our guide was trying hard to sell the lift ride up to the Wall. The alternative was stairs. You can guess which option we went with. My mom was probably regretting that decision instantly, but our guide comes here 4+ times every month. The stairs were a shorter jaunt than he had made it out to be. Once on the wall, there were more steps at varying angles of incline and decline. My mom pooped out at the first rest stop, and my dad proclaimed himself one of the 'young guys' to continue on with us. There was a stopping point, beyond which was unmaintained, where we literally ran into a wall and turned back. It was not a very long stretch of Great Wall (not long enough for us to tire of it), but probably once you've seen a bit - you've seen it all. Really quite a remarkable feat of architecture and manpower. There's really nothing that old and storied Stateside.
We stopped for lunch near the Great Wall. It was underwhelming, but we didn't expect much. I drew some parallels of this experience to our Taj Mahal venture. We drive out for the spectacle, see the spectacle, eat at a sub-par tourist place where every tourist goes, etc. It was fine. That evening we went to watch a show near the Happy Valley theme park. There were waterworks, acrobatics, dancing, etc. It was entertaining. I thought it was a low-budget version of something you might find in Vegas. We got deposited back at our hotel where we got dinner at the grocery store nearby. I think it's a pretty fun thing to option the local snacks and instant noodles abroad.
The next day we went to see the local tourist attraction of the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square. Our tour guide walked us through at a slower pace than I would have liked. You can really start to see me itching to get out of my skin when you make me amble through at a snail's pace. It was fine. It was also crowded and sunny, which contributed to my impatience. We negotiated a release from the touristing after popping out of the Forbidden City. A and I led the group to a recommendation from his sister to a dumpling place. And then we wandered around the pedestrian shopping street, stopping for dessert. We discovered the public bathrooms don't always have stall doors. We stopped at the lakes we had been on our first day to rent a pedal boat. It was a welcome respite for my parents certainly. The kids pedaled around for a bit before heading back. A and I led everyone back on the subway to the hotel. My mom remarked how it's cleaner than Chicago. We investigated more food options in the mall for dinner.
Our last day of touristing included the Summer Palace, the Temple of Heaven, an institute for Chinese medicine, and a pearl factory. A has so much more patience than me. Bless his soul. The tourist places are fine. They are old and ornate and not practical in ways that I can't imagine. It still seems like a lifetime of fantasy and story. I'd seen these things in old tv or movies when I was a kid when my parents or grandparents watched shows - and now to see the real life versions from ages ago - it still seems fictional, like a movie set. Our last dinner was Peking duck. It did not disappoint. I think we were all worried given the pattern thus far, but it was a good ending. A was so relieved because his last time in Beijing - he did have bad duck.
The next morning we were off and onto our next destination. The airplane ride down to Guangzhou was about 3 hours. From there, we depart 2 hours by car to Taishan - my parents' hometown.
safe travels,
jt
Friday, April 13, 2018
Thursday, March 1, 2018
main event
Ahoy,
Bike the Drive
We're so looking forward to going on a bike ride with our friends and family! Mark your calendars for May 27, 2018.
best,
jt
Bike the Drive
We're so looking forward to going on a bike ride with our friends and family! Mark your calendars for May 27, 2018.
best,
jt
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
in Amsterdam
Ahoy,
I was not entirely surprised, but maybe a little. He seemed pensive, with something on his mind. He proposed in Amsterdam on a canal bridge. In retrospect, we went wandering around a residential part of town looking for a bridge that checked off everything on his list of requirements.
We walked into a store for me to buy a duck umbrella. He sat down with all the other men. Every smart store knows to provide seating for the disgruntled and ever patient men in your life. I thought this meant he was tired and we would probably head back to our accommodations after this stop. I really thought this was it for the night. So when I came back to get him, I was totally surprised when he said he wanted to continue to a different part of town to see the bridges there. The end of the energy and excitement of nightlife in Amsterdam was instantaneous. It was very residential without a lot going on. I did not regard this leg of the tour very highly. Once you've seen one bridge, you've seen them all. I had been preparing mentally to call it a night and my patience was waning as he continued coaxing me across more bridges. At some point he told me there was a good view on a bridge somewhere in the distance, to which I responded skeptically that neither of us had been here before so he could not know what the view was like. My steps quickened. We walked across a good one too quickly, he later told me, so he decided in his mind it had to be the next one. As he stopped on the next bridge, I continued on and was down the block before he noticed I was well on my way back to our hotel. It wasn't happening tonight. It seemed like we were just wandering around without a clear destination or goal - maybe the goal was to walk across every bridge in Amsterdam.
Later I would learn, he had stopped on that bridge to think about what he would say to propose to me. He realized he had not thought about what to say in his scramble to find a bridge. His newfound energy after sitting in that store came from a determination to find THE bridge to propose on because this was our last night. He had thought he would ask on this trip, but the days were winding down, and he figured the canal bridges would be romantic. The qualifiers: not so windy that vespas were blowing over, not so much rain that umbrellas were being wrangled, no delivery trucks on the bridge, not a million tourists around, nice view... The perfect bridge was harder to come by than anticipated, he said.
The next morning, we had some time to wander around before our train to the airport. We went to another different part of the canal bridges, and he seemed determined again to walk across every bridge in Amsterdam. This game again, "Can we go across that one? Uhh, and that one? And this one over here? Okay, now this one?...." He knew to hold me in place so I wouldn't get away this time. In two sentences, he asked on one knee- short and sweet. I said 'duh' in my head. What came out of my mouth 'uhh ya.' We walked away, it was misting slightly. And then we realized we should get a picture so we can remember which bridge it was. Or else we will have to walk across every bridge next time to try to find it again.
He said he was nervous. And then he told me he had first thought about asking a full year ago in Eureka on this ocean side hike. "I thought that was a great place to ask, but I didn't have a ring." he confessed. And then he thought maybe on one of our camping trips, but we went with all our friends because I have a tendency to invite everyone and their mom, but also - still no ring. What an interesting limiting factor in this game of life. There is this whole ordeal to contend with after someone's decided they're ready to ask. No one is going to pre-emptively get a ring before they are ready to ask. And sometimes it takes months to go ring shopping, design it, change it, etc. There is just a period where someone wants to ask and then having to wait and shop until they can finally ask. Seems like an antiquated formality. Or maybe I'm just impatient, as you can clearly tell from this story.
best,
jt
I was not entirely surprised, but maybe a little. He seemed pensive, with something on his mind. He proposed in Amsterdam on a canal bridge. In retrospect, we went wandering around a residential part of town looking for a bridge that checked off everything on his list of requirements.
We walked into a store for me to buy a duck umbrella. He sat down with all the other men. Every smart store knows to provide seating for the disgruntled and ever patient men in your life. I thought this meant he was tired and we would probably head back to our accommodations after this stop. I really thought this was it for the night. So when I came back to get him, I was totally surprised when he said he wanted to continue to a different part of town to see the bridges there. The end of the energy and excitement of nightlife in Amsterdam was instantaneous. It was very residential without a lot going on. I did not regard this leg of the tour very highly. Once you've seen one bridge, you've seen them all. I had been preparing mentally to call it a night and my patience was waning as he continued coaxing me across more bridges. At some point he told me there was a good view on a bridge somewhere in the distance, to which I responded skeptically that neither of us had been here before so he could not know what the view was like. My steps quickened. We walked across a good one too quickly, he later told me, so he decided in his mind it had to be the next one. As he stopped on the next bridge, I continued on and was down the block before he noticed I was well on my way back to our hotel. It wasn't happening tonight. It seemed like we were just wandering around without a clear destination or goal - maybe the goal was to walk across every bridge in Amsterdam.
Later I would learn, he had stopped on that bridge to think about what he would say to propose to me. He realized he had not thought about what to say in his scramble to find a bridge. His newfound energy after sitting in that store came from a determination to find THE bridge to propose on because this was our last night. He had thought he would ask on this trip, but the days were winding down, and he figured the canal bridges would be romantic. The qualifiers: not so windy that vespas were blowing over, not so much rain that umbrellas were being wrangled, no delivery trucks on the bridge, not a million tourists around, nice view... The perfect bridge was harder to come by than anticipated, he said.
The next morning, we had some time to wander around before our train to the airport. We went to another different part of the canal bridges, and he seemed determined again to walk across every bridge in Amsterdam. This game again, "Can we go across that one? Uhh, and that one? And this one over here? Okay, now this one?...." He knew to hold me in place so I wouldn't get away this time. In two sentences, he asked on one knee- short and sweet. I said 'duh' in my head. What came out of my mouth 'uhh ya.' We walked away, it was misting slightly. And then we realized we should get a picture so we can remember which bridge it was. Or else we will have to walk across every bridge next time to try to find it again.
He said he was nervous. And then he told me he had first thought about asking a full year ago in Eureka on this ocean side hike. "I thought that was a great place to ask, but I didn't have a ring." he confessed. And then he thought maybe on one of our camping trips, but we went with all our friends because I have a tendency to invite everyone and their mom, but also - still no ring. What an interesting limiting factor in this game of life. There is this whole ordeal to contend with after someone's decided they're ready to ask. No one is going to pre-emptively get a ring before they are ready to ask. And sometimes it takes months to go ring shopping, design it, change it, etc. There is just a period where someone wants to ask and then having to wait and shop until they can finally ask. Seems like an antiquated formality. Or maybe I'm just impatient, as you can clearly tell from this story.
best,
jt
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Copenhagen direct
Ahoy,
Our last and final city was Copenhagen! I booked us into a hotel type place figuring we'd be over talking to hosts. It was nice to have some more privacy. Immediately I forced my PR (permanent roommate) to go get pasta with me. We brought it back to our room and watched tv while we scarfed it down with wine. Both of us were surprised how good it was. We had come to expect little of the food here.
The next day we awoke to some rain and ventured out for pastries. This was a big walking day. We walked to the Royal Palace and saw the changing of the guards, the botanic gardens, museums, another royal palace, design museum. At the little mermaid statue, my PR refused to take a tourist picture with me. We discussed the popularity of the little mermaid pre and post Disney. He wanted to see the lakes, which were unimpressive. I wanted to stop in a Flying Tiger, similar to Daiso or Miniso, but Scandinavian, and the PR was happy to buy so much candy. We bought so much candy that day. I dragged us into an REI-like shop, where we overheard an American purchasing climbing shoes. We walked into an indoor market with stalls that later we would come back to for Vietnamese dinner.
The most unique thing we found was probably this little informal autonomous anarchist artist squatter community, Christiania. Some of the buildings looked like really nice real estate. There were a lot of vendors and businesses of all sorts. Remarkable.
Our last morning in Copenhagen, it snowed briefly. Wet and heavy, so nothing stuck, and it turned back into rain right away. We departed for the airport in no hurry. A and I lost each other in the 2 blocks to the train station because he thought I wanted to go the efficient route and I thought he'd like the scenic route. The train ride was so simple. Little did we know, we'd have more than a day left in Copenhagen.
best,
jt
Our last and final city was Copenhagen! I booked us into a hotel type place figuring we'd be over talking to hosts. It was nice to have some more privacy. Immediately I forced my PR (permanent roommate) to go get pasta with me. We brought it back to our room and watched tv while we scarfed it down with wine. Both of us were surprised how good it was. We had come to expect little of the food here.
The next day we awoke to some rain and ventured out for pastries. This was a big walking day. We walked to the Royal Palace and saw the changing of the guards, the botanic gardens, museums, another royal palace, design museum. At the little mermaid statue, my PR refused to take a tourist picture with me. We discussed the popularity of the little mermaid pre and post Disney. He wanted to see the lakes, which were unimpressive. I wanted to stop in a Flying Tiger, similar to Daiso or Miniso, but Scandinavian, and the PR was happy to buy so much candy. We bought so much candy that day. I dragged us into an REI-like shop, where we overheard an American purchasing climbing shoes. We walked into an indoor market with stalls that later we would come back to for Vietnamese dinner.
The most unique thing we found was probably this little informal autonomous anarchist artist squatter community, Christiania. Some of the buildings looked like really nice real estate. There were a lot of vendors and businesses of all sorts. Remarkable.
Our last morning in Copenhagen, it snowed briefly. Wet and heavy, so nothing stuck, and it turned back into rain right away. We departed for the airport in no hurry. A and I lost each other in the 2 blocks to the train station because he thought I wanted to go the efficient route and I thought he'd like the scenic route. The train ride was so simple. Little did we know, we'd have more than a day left in Copenhagen.
best,
jt
Thursday, January 18, 2018
all the canal bridges in Amsterdam
Ahoy,
No one had checked our tickets on the train ride. We arrived to Amsterdam and gawked for a bit at the clean, modern-looking train station. It was on the edge of raining all day. I hurried us over to our airbnb to connect to the wifi so I could figure out how to meet up with K and M. Our tiny room was up the stairs from a souvenir shop. The stairs were so steep- we were practically climbing up a ladder.
We found each other outside Hema at the train station. We began our pilgrimage towards the I Amsterdam sign - that was surprisingly far from the train station. Task #1 was to get an umbrella for A because we had been using our hosts' umbrellas and he was holding out for a specific fancy umbrella (of course, cue eyeroll). But at this point, he just needed an umbrella. Our first food stop was at this health food place that took so long to make a sandwich - I imagined they were raising the cows to make the cheese in the panini. Poor A was starving. We walked for what seemed like a while to get to a brewery that M had been to a few times before. Despite the crowds, we found seating for a few rounds. It was great catching up with K and M. Our next stop for dinner would be Indonesian food at a bar. Yum! It was pretty rainy by now, but we weren't far from where we needed to be to send K and M off back to Groningen.
Our next day started off incredibly windy. Motorcycles were blowing over. Managing the wind made the rain seem like a breeze. It was raining a little, but so windy it would come sideways at us. We opened and closed our umbrellas a bunch of times; mine finally snapped. After wandering around for an acceptable ATM, we got some cash and went into a diner-like place where we watched people get blown around from inside. It was really quite entertaining.
I had gotten us tickets to the Anne Frank house for noon, which was right when they opened. This was a good time because it gave us a place to be inside until the wind died down and there wasn't a line yet. When we came out, there was a big queue around the building. The museum was sad, but still such an important part of history to get perspective on. I was rereading her diary and it was cool to be able to imagine her writing in her diary in this secret annex. We spent the rest of the day wandering around the canal bridges, me peeking in too many shops, A being anxious about walking in and buying nothing. What a hufflepuff! I had to make daily stops in to Dille & Kamille, a housewares and gardening store.
The next morning we got Dutch pancakes, which are more crepelike, and continued our pedestrian tour of the City. We went into the Royal Palace Museum where we learned a bit about Dutch history. They have this self-guided tour over personal speaker thingers. Such a great way to see a museum. A gawked at the Royal dishware. Also, we picked up sandwiches from Hema - an Ikea-like store.
After a few more canal bridges, we took the train to the airport. I was excited to get to our last destination before going home. It was nice to be almost home.
best,
jt
No one had checked our tickets on the train ride. We arrived to Amsterdam and gawked for a bit at the clean, modern-looking train station. It was on the edge of raining all day. I hurried us over to our airbnb to connect to the wifi so I could figure out how to meet up with K and M. Our tiny room was up the stairs from a souvenir shop. The stairs were so steep- we were practically climbing up a ladder.
We found each other outside Hema at the train station. We began our pilgrimage towards the I Amsterdam sign - that was surprisingly far from the train station. Task #1 was to get an umbrella for A because we had been using our hosts' umbrellas and he was holding out for a specific fancy umbrella (of course, cue eyeroll). But at this point, he just needed an umbrella. Our first food stop was at this health food place that took so long to make a sandwich - I imagined they were raising the cows to make the cheese in the panini. Poor A was starving. We walked for what seemed like a while to get to a brewery that M had been to a few times before. Despite the crowds, we found seating for a few rounds. It was great catching up with K and M. Our next stop for dinner would be Indonesian food at a bar. Yum! It was pretty rainy by now, but we weren't far from where we needed to be to send K and M off back to Groningen.
Our next day started off incredibly windy. Motorcycles were blowing over. Managing the wind made the rain seem like a breeze. It was raining a little, but so windy it would come sideways at us. We opened and closed our umbrellas a bunch of times; mine finally snapped. After wandering around for an acceptable ATM, we got some cash and went into a diner-like place where we watched people get blown around from inside. It was really quite entertaining.
I had gotten us tickets to the Anne Frank house for noon, which was right when they opened. This was a good time because it gave us a place to be inside until the wind died down and there wasn't a line yet. When we came out, there was a big queue around the building. The museum was sad, but still such an important part of history to get perspective on. I was rereading her diary and it was cool to be able to imagine her writing in her diary in this secret annex. We spent the rest of the day wandering around the canal bridges, me peeking in too many shops, A being anxious about walking in and buying nothing. What a hufflepuff! I had to make daily stops in to Dille & Kamille, a housewares and gardening store.
The next morning we got Dutch pancakes, which are more crepelike, and continued our pedestrian tour of the City. We went into the Royal Palace Museum where we learned a bit about Dutch history. They have this self-guided tour over personal speaker thingers. Such a great way to see a museum. A gawked at the Royal dishware. Also, we picked up sandwiches from Hema - an Ikea-like store.
After a few more canal bridges, we took the train to the airport. I was excited to get to our last destination before going home. It was nice to be almost home.
best,
jt
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Brussels, finally
Ahoy,
Some of our faithful readers may recall the endless protests of winter 2011 that prevented us from getting to Brussels. We were so excited every step closer we got to Brussels this time. The airplane landed on Belgian ground! We are on the train into the City! We got off the train into the City! We are walking on the streets! We are in our airbnb! We made it to Brussels! There was no one protesting this time around. We were so pleased to finally get there.
Our Airbnb was close to the midi station in a diverse neighborhood. We dropped our things and departed to walk into the central area. It started to rain. It would not stop for the rest of this trip. We got a waffle, fries, gluhwein, and beer this night- essentially checking off all our boxes before going back to tuck in early. We got stopped to pick up some Moroccan street food, that was really quite yummy.
The next day we headed off early into bruges, an hour train away. It was quite rainy this day as we wandered around the old medieval city. Really, I was just looking for places for respite from the rain. I came upon some shops that I would quickly become intensely obsessed with (Hema, Dille & Kamille). The old cobblestone streets were fun and more challenging to walk along than I anticipated. I tried to be so careful about how I stepped because my footprint covered barely 2 stones, so my feet could easily roll or fall between stones. Interesting problem to have for tiny feet.
It felt like we spent the day walking around and waiting for A to feel like having a beer. The much anticipated Belgian beer we are both fond of. The weather was really not appropriate to consume copious amounts of Belgian beer. I think he would have had a lot more if we were here during more favorable weather. We stopped into the Frites Museum, which was probably one of my highlights for the trip. We learned about the history of potatoes, and the evolution of fries. It was a unique experience, and so delightful. I came upon a chocolate place Rick Steves had referenced and went inside to some impatient and almost grumpy chocolatiers. After leaving with a few pieces, we wandered around some more until my patience wore thin. I was ready to go back, and we couldn't go back until A had a beer. We went to a brewery to get a flight. It was still pouring outside. Finally, we made the rainy walk back to the train station. A slept the entire train ride, so I had to stay awake otherwise we'd miss our stop.
We picked up some take-out from a Mediterranean place to bring back to our place. Our host was not home so it was like we had the whole place to ourselves. I found Love, Actually to watch on Netflix, and much to my surprise we made it to midnight for New Year's. The weather cleared up and stopped raining for maybe 2 hours, perhaps so that everyone could light off their fireworks. We were able to watch some risky maneuvers from our balcony. We were both happy to stay in.
The next day we anticipated everything to be closed. And most places were. We wandered for most of the day, walking into the old part again.We stopped for coffee, food, bathrooms, chocolate, etc. We walked and window shopped a lot. I made notes of places to look for in our future stops because they would be open. This night, we got instant noodles and oranges from the grocery store for dinner. Cuisine here had not been super impressive, and I was not in the mood to seek out anything specific. Honestly, we would get sleepy pretty early and not be so hungry in the evening anyway. It's a silly thing, but I enjoyed the easy nights in.
We left pretty early the next morning for the train to Amsterdam. We had purchased an open ticket when we first arrived. The trains to Amsterdam are every hour; it was so easy. I am always so impressed with how close everything is in Europe, and how easy and convenient train travel is in the region.
best,
jt
Sunday, January 14, 2018
London, more than half a day this time
Ahoy,
One of the primary reasons we arranged this trip was to see A's bestie, J. He's at uni in London. I chose an airbnb near his place, also near the Tower Bridge. Our plane left on Dec 26, and arrived Dec 27. I gave J a lot of details about our itinerary because I wasn't sure how we would find him. We arrived from the tube a little later than I guesstimated, but we happened to just run into J on our way to pick up our keys for the airbnb. What a fortunate circumstance! Honestly, I was nervous about finding him because A and J's typical protocol relies on a last minute phone call and I was really not confident that would work for us this time. I've learned to not always expect reliable wi-fi abroad. Picking up the keys was so simple. They have this thing called 'keynest' where the homeowner left her keys at a shop nearby for me to come pick up. I think it's because doors are too old to install those number keypad things that are so common here.
One of the primary reasons we arranged this trip was to see A's bestie, J. He's at uni in London. I chose an airbnb near his place, also near the Tower Bridge. Our plane left on Dec 26, and arrived Dec 27. I gave J a lot of details about our itinerary because I wasn't sure how we would find him. We arrived from the tube a little later than I guesstimated, but we happened to just run into J on our way to pick up our keys for the airbnb. What a fortunate circumstance! Honestly, I was nervous about finding him because A and J's typical protocol relies on a last minute phone call and I was really not confident that would work for us this time. I've learned to not always expect reliable wi-fi abroad. Picking up the keys was so simple. They have this thing called 'keynest' where the homeowner left her keys at a shop nearby for me to come pick up. I think it's because doors are too old to install those number keypad things that are so common here.
We dropped off our things and darted back out while it was still daylight. At a very brisk pace, our reluctant local tourist guide walked us to the Bermondsey arts district area. We got sub-par coffee and sub-par pizza. After munching our items at J's dorm kitchen, we went back out just as the sun was setting. We stumbled upon the tower bridge where we stopped for tourist pictures to commemorate our trip from 6 years ago when we had a massive row in that spot. It's funny how locations and moments in time are made more memorable from these spats.
We walked by the borough market as it was closing, and then along the Thames all the way to the Tate. I stopped too often to look at the holiday market stalls, which I was honestly happy to stall time because if you know me, you know I don't like art museums. I was falling asleep at the museum and luckily it closed shortly after we arrived. We ended our day at a quiet pub where we had sub-par fish and chips. I was really starting to dread British cuisine. Apparently, my bar was not low enough.
A says I slept for 10 hours that night. He woke at 5am and watched 2 hours of food videos determined to satisfy his palette more than yesterday. We went to the greasy spoon, a term for a diner like place, across the street where he ordered a huge platter of a full English breakfast. We practically pulled J out of bed that morning when we crashed his flat. First stop, coffee at the borough market. I ogled a tomato bowl. We will see the theme of my desired souvenirs will be housewares. We walked all the way to the British museum where we stood in a massive queue. It's truly remarkable the scale of museums when you've had centuries of history and colonialism to accumulate stuff. They were able to just keep letting people in because it was so large- they would never reach capacity.
I scurried us out of there when I got hungry, but also because the place I wanted was about to close. We didn't even see half of the first floor. You could really spend days in there. At roti king, a Malaysian place, there was a queue of folks who appeared to be Malaysian- good sign. We were among the last parties to receive admittance. Worth it. I was so happy to have food better than we had yesterday. Next we ventured to the British library where they had a display of important historical documents, i.e. original Beatles handwritten songs, religious things, maps, etc. the Harry Potter exhibit was sold out. Nearby at King's Cross, we ogled the massive queue for the platform 9 3/4 photo spot. We looked into the shopping districts at Oxford St and Covington gardens.
We wanted pie and ales for dinner. At the tube station, an attendant found a location that would have us backtrack, ultimately adding over a mile extra to our walk that day. Later, I would notice they had a location across the street from this tube station. It did not show up in his search that night. This also was better than our abysmal food the day before, which we appreciated.
Our final full day in London greeted us with a rainy morning. It stopped before noon. We got coffee and food at borough market again. A and J got the famous raclette and grilled cheese. We took the tube to the natural history museum where we stood in a massive queue again. The museum was ginormous. Once we were museumed out, we walked into Hyde park with the ultimate goal of an Indian street food place. We stopped at a cafe in the park for tea and I knew we were not getting to lunch anytime soon at this pace. I ordered real food here. We saw the princess Diana and Prince Albert memorials. Finally, our lunch spot turned into dinner. It was a good sign the place was packed with Indians. We zipped back to our hood to send J off at the Tate. Later that night, we met my college friend at a pub. We lamented over crummy British food.
The next morning A went to the greasy spoon while I lazed in our cave bed. When he came back he noticed I was still in bed and took that as a cue to have another coffee. I changed in a jiffy and was ready to go before he poured his cup. I don't know why he is always surprised how quickly I can get ready. Let's put it on the record that I am not the one to hold us up. The tube ride was smooth and we got a whole car to ourselves. Our original plan to take the train was foiled when we saw tickets for $200 per person. Luckily we found a much more reasonable flight to Brussels at $150 total.
best,
jt
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
I'm on that flight to LA that is never leaving
Ahoy,
Let's start at the end, bad news first - so to say. This is the most harrowing story on our latest romp across the pond, and probably ever. Nothing has ever been so dramatic or anxiety inducing. We had a scheduled departure for 14:10 6 Jan 2018 Copenhagen to LAX, arrival 16:30, Saturday with Norwegian Airlines. That would have given us all of Saturday afternoon and Sunday to readjust, do errands, go climb, visit Target, etc. A would have been rested and prepared to return to work on Monday. So much cushion room, right? All our cushion would eventually be eaten up by flight delays. I wondered many times if getting myself deported would get me home faster. We ended up departing 23:45 7 Jan 2018. That is, Sunday night almost Monday morning. We touched down at 01:45 8 Jan 2018.
We arrived to the airport in Copenhagen easily. The train is so simple - one line, straight shot, 20 minutes. We arrived just after noon probably. And just as I was commenting how everything for the most part this trip had gone swimmingly, we saw the check-in board and it read there would be an 8 hour delay. I spoke too soon. Our new departure time was 22:30. At the check-in counter, the guy gave us food vouchers to use while we lived at the airport for the day. Around 1900-2000 we were wandering around the airport planning our next moves. We watched our departure time extend later and later. We checked the announcements on their website giving us worse and worse updates. We would not be flying tonight for whatever multitude of reasons from landing restrictions to weather on the East coast. Eventually, an announcement over the intercom - easily missed if you weren't listening for it, which did happen with some folks. We scurried over to the transfer center to wait in a line. They were providing hotels for the night.
We might have gotten one of the last hotel rooms at the hotel attached to the airport. You can just walk inside to get to it. I watched someone come around speaking in Dutch (?) to each employee. I gathered from the expressions and gesturing that they had run out of rooms at the hotel. Luckily we got in just under the limit, because the next day I found out some folks were staying at another hotel where you had to take a taxi. Because of the lack of consistent, clear, or any information - some had been reluctant to leave the airport and just decided to sleep at the terminal rather than taxi to a hotel. It was a nice hotel, nicer than any we had gotten for ourselves on the trip. They told us to call a number in the morning if we weren't getting info. Did not tell us what time, just 'in the morning.' None of the options on that number was the right one. I waited probably up to an hour for that line to get me to a person, eventually giving up.
They claimed bad weather on the East Coast for the delays and cancellations, but we suspect they were just trying to cover themselves so their bad weather insurance could kick in. Weather on the East coast was fine and clear at that time. And the route could have gone around or well over it. I could believe the delays and cancellations from days ago had continued to stack up and roll over, but I found it hard to believe the lack of communication and seemingly missing contingency plan.
At breakfast the next morning (that the hotel provided), it was just all of us passengers between a rock and a hard place. We had started to recognize who was in our 'boat' so to say. Folks exchanging theories, frustrations, plans - should we go into the city, should we not?, should we check out, should we not?... A group of bros got someone on the phone - they had figured out you get someone faster if you just press the handicap assistance button - they ran out of complaints and questions but still were reluctant to let the representative go because it was so difficult to make contact.
They would inform us to check for more info at 15-30 minute, eventually 2 hour increments, with the new info being to check again later. This practice would be the normal protocol. On the check-in boards, it would say to check for new info at 09:00, 09:00 rolls around and new info would not come out until 09:30 probably. And it would just say to check again at 11:00, and then it would say to check at 13:00, and then 15:00. Online it showed our flight would be 09:00 8 Jan 2018. With each new update, that flight would get pushed later and later until eventually it would say 15:00 8 Jan 2018. A referred to it as waterboarding. We were essentially kept hostage at the airport check-in counter, making friends with others on our flight waiting for meal vouchers or real news. At some point, somebody said they had been told we wouldn't fly out until Wednesday morning. Some folks were just making connections in Copenhagen, but were reluctant to go out to see the city for fear of missing news or the flight. It was sunny and clear that day, the first day we saw sunny and clear skies since we had left California.
We needed an aircraft, and this is what we suspect, because our original aircraft had departed for LAX the night before empty. We suspect our aircraft was supposed to come from LAX, but it had departed 6 hrs late and would arrive late to Copenhagen (which was true, it landed at 20:45). And by the time it would have landed, changed over, and departed, such a late departure would not get us to LAX in time to comply with the landing restrictions, so they said. I checked the website in the middle of the night, and it did indicate that our aircraft had departed at 23:45. There were no passengers on that plane, we were all sleeping at the airport or the hotel. We suspect they needed that plane at LAX to depart for Rome on time the next day. Rather than go through the change over and load us passengers, they just turned back around. So the next day they were scrambling trying to find an empty aircraft that needed to be at LAX.
Around 13:00 when no new info came out, everyone gathered around check-in like an angry mob might back when stoning was still a thing. They would have likely had flaming torches and pitchforks as they took turns lobbing complaints that were more or less repeats of the last one to the representatives from a contracted company working at the Norwegian desk to check in folks that had actual flights going elsewhere. I think I saw someone walk by with a walkie-talkie call security. They were there shortly to quell the impending riot.
Around 14:00, a representative came out to announce they had procured an aircraft for us coming from Barcelona and we would be scheduled to depart 19:15 that day, 7 Jan 2018. Wamos Air would operate our flight home to LAX. It was one of those giant 2 story planes. We checked in around 16:00 and twiddled our thumbs waiting for boarding. I was incredibly anxious because I felt like at any moment, they could again tell us we were grounded for the night. Someone else was saying that back at the hotel, they were being told that half of the passengers were staying another night and half were flying to LAX. Thus ensuing a mad dash of angry and confused passengers to the check-in counter after also being checked in to a hotel room for the night. Fortunately, everyone had a seat on that plane. Again, misinformation.
Everyone was waiting outside the gate, several times they were told to sit down because anxiety and impatience will get folks to queue up. I looked nervously out the window at our aircraft. They were loading catering, which was a good sign, but it was like a ghost town out there otherwise. There was no luggage getting driven around, no one manhandling the bags, no ground crew with the glowing sticks indicating direction. Nothing was happening. Eventually, security showed up - which I did not take to be a good sign, because I suspected they were there in case of riot when we were given bad news. Around 21:00, we were given the good news that we would be boarding. Each step I was still in disbelief that we would make it home. We sat on the tarmac for what felt like forever. I was watching the crew for any indications that we might all be deplaning. So close and yet so far.
We were told that the ground crew was loading the bags. Even when we pulled away from the gate I was so nervous. We rolled so slowly along the tarmac and stopped so long for what I suspect was deicing. A huge sigh of relief and round of applause resounding through the plane when we finally took off at around 23:45. I wonder if the crew knew of our long and storied journey to get to LAX. Touchdown was probably among the smoothest I've ever experienced. I guess we would see what 'landing restrictions' there are that they spoke of yesterday. It was such a relief when we landed at 01:45 8 Jan 2018. A and I had no checked bags and global entry, so we easily breezed through security and customs. We had never so much appreciated the stale and smoggy air of Los Angeles after a light and long overdue rain. We went to bed around 03:30, happy to be in bed. We thought of some of the folks we had met who were likely spending another night at an airport waiting for their next flight in the morning.
For some folks, Copenhagen was just supposed to be a layover. For some folks LAX was not even their home destination. I was pleased we chose a direct flight home, and we had never been so grateful to live adjacent to a major airport. And this has only reinforced our reluctance to book flights with layovers. Also, incredibly grateful for friends that will pick us from the airport at 2AM!
I guess moral of the story, you get what you pay for with Norwegian. Also, there is some EU law that you are entitled to up to 600 euros for flights that are delayed more than 3 hours. We'll see what happens.
best,
jt
Let's start at the end, bad news first - so to say. This is the most harrowing story on our latest romp across the pond, and probably ever. Nothing has ever been so dramatic or anxiety inducing. We had a scheduled departure for 14:10 6 Jan 2018 Copenhagen to LAX, arrival 16:30, Saturday with Norwegian Airlines. That would have given us all of Saturday afternoon and Sunday to readjust, do errands, go climb, visit Target, etc. A would have been rested and prepared to return to work on Monday. So much cushion room, right? All our cushion would eventually be eaten up by flight delays. I wondered many times if getting myself deported would get me home faster. We ended up departing 23:45 7 Jan 2018. That is, Sunday night almost Monday morning. We touched down at 01:45 8 Jan 2018.
We arrived to the airport in Copenhagen easily. The train is so simple - one line, straight shot, 20 minutes. We arrived just after noon probably. And just as I was commenting how everything for the most part this trip had gone swimmingly, we saw the check-in board and it read there would be an 8 hour delay. I spoke too soon. Our new departure time was 22:30. At the check-in counter, the guy gave us food vouchers to use while we lived at the airport for the day. Around 1900-2000 we were wandering around the airport planning our next moves. We watched our departure time extend later and later. We checked the announcements on their website giving us worse and worse updates. We would not be flying tonight for whatever multitude of reasons from landing restrictions to weather on the East coast. Eventually, an announcement over the intercom - easily missed if you weren't listening for it, which did happen with some folks. We scurried over to the transfer center to wait in a line. They were providing hotels for the night.
We might have gotten one of the last hotel rooms at the hotel attached to the airport. You can just walk inside to get to it. I watched someone come around speaking in Dutch (?) to each employee. I gathered from the expressions and gesturing that they had run out of rooms at the hotel. Luckily we got in just under the limit, because the next day I found out some folks were staying at another hotel where you had to take a taxi. Because of the lack of consistent, clear, or any information - some had been reluctant to leave the airport and just decided to sleep at the terminal rather than taxi to a hotel. It was a nice hotel, nicer than any we had gotten for ourselves on the trip. They told us to call a number in the morning if we weren't getting info. Did not tell us what time, just 'in the morning.' None of the options on that number was the right one. I waited probably up to an hour for that line to get me to a person, eventually giving up.
They claimed bad weather on the East Coast for the delays and cancellations, but we suspect they were just trying to cover themselves so their bad weather insurance could kick in. Weather on the East coast was fine and clear at that time. And the route could have gone around or well over it. I could believe the delays and cancellations from days ago had continued to stack up and roll over, but I found it hard to believe the lack of communication and seemingly missing contingency plan.
At breakfast the next morning (that the hotel provided), it was just all of us passengers between a rock and a hard place. We had started to recognize who was in our 'boat' so to say. Folks exchanging theories, frustrations, plans - should we go into the city, should we not?, should we check out, should we not?... A group of bros got someone on the phone - they had figured out you get someone faster if you just press the handicap assistance button - they ran out of complaints and questions but still were reluctant to let the representative go because it was so difficult to make contact.
They would inform us to check for more info at 15-30 minute, eventually 2 hour increments, with the new info being to check again later. This practice would be the normal protocol. On the check-in boards, it would say to check for new info at 09:00, 09:00 rolls around and new info would not come out until 09:30 probably. And it would just say to check again at 11:00, and then it would say to check at 13:00, and then 15:00. Online it showed our flight would be 09:00 8 Jan 2018. With each new update, that flight would get pushed later and later until eventually it would say 15:00 8 Jan 2018. A referred to it as waterboarding. We were essentially kept hostage at the airport check-in counter, making friends with others on our flight waiting for meal vouchers or real news. At some point, somebody said they had been told we wouldn't fly out until Wednesday morning. Some folks were just making connections in Copenhagen, but were reluctant to go out to see the city for fear of missing news or the flight. It was sunny and clear that day, the first day we saw sunny and clear skies since we had left California.
We needed an aircraft, and this is what we suspect, because our original aircraft had departed for LAX the night before empty. We suspect our aircraft was supposed to come from LAX, but it had departed 6 hrs late and would arrive late to Copenhagen (which was true, it landed at 20:45). And by the time it would have landed, changed over, and departed, such a late departure would not get us to LAX in time to comply with the landing restrictions, so they said. I checked the website in the middle of the night, and it did indicate that our aircraft had departed at 23:45. There were no passengers on that plane, we were all sleeping at the airport or the hotel. We suspect they needed that plane at LAX to depart for Rome on time the next day. Rather than go through the change over and load us passengers, they just turned back around. So the next day they were scrambling trying to find an empty aircraft that needed to be at LAX.
Around 13:00 when no new info came out, everyone gathered around check-in like an angry mob might back when stoning was still a thing. They would have likely had flaming torches and pitchforks as they took turns lobbing complaints that were more or less repeats of the last one to the representatives from a contracted company working at the Norwegian desk to check in folks that had actual flights going elsewhere. I think I saw someone walk by with a walkie-talkie call security. They were there shortly to quell the impending riot.
Around 14:00, a representative came out to announce they had procured an aircraft for us coming from Barcelona and we would be scheduled to depart 19:15 that day, 7 Jan 2018. Wamos Air would operate our flight home to LAX. It was one of those giant 2 story planes. We checked in around 16:00 and twiddled our thumbs waiting for boarding. I was incredibly anxious because I felt like at any moment, they could again tell us we were grounded for the night. Someone else was saying that back at the hotel, they were being told that half of the passengers were staying another night and half were flying to LAX. Thus ensuing a mad dash of angry and confused passengers to the check-in counter after also being checked in to a hotel room for the night. Fortunately, everyone had a seat on that plane. Again, misinformation.
Everyone was waiting outside the gate, several times they were told to sit down because anxiety and impatience will get folks to queue up. I looked nervously out the window at our aircraft. They were loading catering, which was a good sign, but it was like a ghost town out there otherwise. There was no luggage getting driven around, no one manhandling the bags, no ground crew with the glowing sticks indicating direction. Nothing was happening. Eventually, security showed up - which I did not take to be a good sign, because I suspected they were there in case of riot when we were given bad news. Around 21:00, we were given the good news that we would be boarding. Each step I was still in disbelief that we would make it home. We sat on the tarmac for what felt like forever. I was watching the crew for any indications that we might all be deplaning. So close and yet so far.
We were told that the ground crew was loading the bags. Even when we pulled away from the gate I was so nervous. We rolled so slowly along the tarmac and stopped so long for what I suspect was deicing. A huge sigh of relief and round of applause resounding through the plane when we finally took off at around 23:45. I wonder if the crew knew of our long and storied journey to get to LAX. Touchdown was probably among the smoothest I've ever experienced. I guess we would see what 'landing restrictions' there are that they spoke of yesterday. It was such a relief when we landed at 01:45 8 Jan 2018. A and I had no checked bags and global entry, so we easily breezed through security and customs. We had never so much appreciated the stale and smoggy air of Los Angeles after a light and long overdue rain. We went to bed around 03:30, happy to be in bed. We thought of some of the folks we had met who were likely spending another night at an airport waiting for their next flight in the morning.
For some folks, Copenhagen was just supposed to be a layover. For some folks LAX was not even their home destination. I was pleased we chose a direct flight home, and we had never been so grateful to live adjacent to a major airport. And this has only reinforced our reluctance to book flights with layovers. Also, incredibly grateful for friends that will pick us from the airport at 2AM!
I guess moral of the story, you get what you pay for with Norwegian. Also, there is some EU law that you are entitled to up to 600 euros for flights that are delayed more than 3 hours. We'll see what happens.
best,
jt
Friday, January 5, 2018
travel itinerary
Ahoy,
Forgot to post this, really it's for posterities sake:
Dec 26 Oakland --> London
Dec 30 London --> Brussels
Jan 2 Brussels --> Amsterdam
Jan 4 Amsterdam --> Copenhagen
Jan 6 Copenhagen --> Los Angeles
best,
jt
Forgot to post this, really it's for posterities sake:
Dec 26 Oakland --> London
Dec 30 London --> Brussels
Jan 2 Brussels --> Amsterdam
Jan 4 Amsterdam --> Copenhagen
Jan 6 Copenhagen --> Los Angeles
best,
jt
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
late summer family road trip
Ahoy,
Over Labor Day weekend, in my never-ending quest to see more of Michigan, I arranged a family road trip to Holland, MI. It's a little town known for it's early Dutch settlers. Car 1 held K, Z, A, and me. Car 2 held my mom, dad, aunt, and cousin. We stopped at Warren Dunes State Park for a hike, which turned out to be much more of a crawl through the sand dunes. My mom invited her sister and our cousin. They didn't know what they were in for.
The sand dunes along the Michigan adjacent shore of Lake Michigan are unlike terrain you will find across the way in Chicago. These were proper hills that set you back with every step. Slogging up the sand was a struggle. You could see the skyline of Chicago from the top. I chose a hike that took us up and down some dunes in a forested area. There were really sandy parts and some more dirt lined paths. We haven't really encountered any hikes like that elsewhere. The loop back took us along the beach. Some folks said that was their highlight. My highlight was seeing my aunt struggling along. At one point she lost her phone in the sand. She was sliding down on her butt, because it was so much steeper than she was comfortable with. I still remember the way my dad laughed when she realized she had lost her phone. I don't think we've ever heard him laugh so raucously.
We went to New Holland Brewery for dinner. A turned out to be familiar with the brand and is a big fan of their dragon's milk. It's actually a pretty well known brewery we had all had before. We all got flights that I'm pretty sure filled us up more than the food did. We got my dad a flight, but he really only likes Tsingtao. What a trooper. It started to rain and we were seated outside, all the staff scrambled to get everyone under covered sections.
When we were kids, my parents took us on a family vacation every summer. We went to Wisconsin, Florida, Boston, California, etc. And then our summers filled up with school things. In retrospect, it was really remarkable that they were able to make arrangements for our trips given that there was no internet or google maps and they had limited English proficiency. Now the tables our turned, because it's up to me and my brother to arrange the logistics for all our trips and they just follow along. I hope it's less stressful for them that way, but it's also nice to be able to provide the 'service' for them. At some point we were kids and they wanted to show us the world, so to say, now it's me who wants to show them what's out there.
best,
jt
Over Labor Day weekend, in my never-ending quest to see more of Michigan, I arranged a family road trip to Holland, MI. It's a little town known for it's early Dutch settlers. Car 1 held K, Z, A, and me. Car 2 held my mom, dad, aunt, and cousin. We stopped at Warren Dunes State Park for a hike, which turned out to be much more of a crawl through the sand dunes. My mom invited her sister and our cousin. They didn't know what they were in for.
The sand dunes along the Michigan adjacent shore of Lake Michigan are unlike terrain you will find across the way in Chicago. These were proper hills that set you back with every step. Slogging up the sand was a struggle. You could see the skyline of Chicago from the top. I chose a hike that took us up and down some dunes in a forested area. There were really sandy parts and some more dirt lined paths. We haven't really encountered any hikes like that elsewhere. The loop back took us along the beach. Some folks said that was their highlight. My highlight was seeing my aunt struggling along. At one point she lost her phone in the sand. She was sliding down on her butt, because it was so much steeper than she was comfortable with. I still remember the way my dad laughed when she realized she had lost her phone. I don't think we've ever heard him laugh so raucously.
We went to New Holland Brewery for dinner. A turned out to be familiar with the brand and is a big fan of their dragon's milk. It's actually a pretty well known brewery we had all had before. We all got flights that I'm pretty sure filled us up more than the food did. We got my dad a flight, but he really only likes Tsingtao. What a trooper. It started to rain and we were seated outside, all the staff scrambled to get everyone under covered sections.
When we were kids, my parents took us on a family vacation every summer. We went to Wisconsin, Florida, Boston, California, etc. And then our summers filled up with school things. In retrospect, it was really remarkable that they were able to make arrangements for our trips given that there was no internet or google maps and they had limited English proficiency. Now the tables our turned, because it's up to me and my brother to arrange the logistics for all our trips and they just follow along. I hope it's less stressful for them that way, but it's also nice to be able to provide the 'service' for them. At some point we were kids and they wanted to show us the world, so to say, now it's me who wants to show them what's out there.
best,
jt
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