Invisible Lives

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One of the curious facts of traveling. We see thousands of people on the street, in subways, buses, on bikes, shopping, eating. On our most recent trip almost all of these people live in Asia. They are human lives, stories of a journey from birth to death, yet they are being lived very far away from our home and invisible to those of us who live on Shadow Mountain. Of course, the same thing, the invisibility of most of the lives we see, is true of a visit to Denver, but all those folks are within a short driving distance.

My point is that these lives, especially in the Asian instance, are going on right now. Eddie, the site duty agent at Nirvana. Ms. Jang, a desk clerk at the Grand Hyatt in Incheon. The proprietor of the Indian restaurant in Songtan who spoke Korean. The friendly hostess at the Miyabi restaurant in the Raffles Town Club. Kumar, the affable Punjabi who served us at breakfast in the same place. Kiri in the Dining Room. Hameed, the cab driver. These folks were visible to us for a bit longer than a casual sighting on the subway, yet their lives too go on, as real and tangible to them as ours is to ourselves and yet we will never encounter each other again.

And then, of course, there are all those people whom we did not see, whose lives also move through weddings and funerals, sickness and health, wealth and poverty. So many lives. And all concurrent. Somehow this strikes me as odd. Or, at least, amazing.

This is a brief wave, an invisible wave, to each of those lives. Hey, we saw you or could have. We, too, live. Just like you. On this planet. Now.

Home Again

Spring                                                                            Wedding Moon

We left under the Maiden moon and returned under the Wedding moon. Appropriate. Like the turning of the Great Wheel, our family now has a new couple entering the Horned God and Maiden phase of their lives. Their love will make the fields fertile and sow a new generation, as happens each year at Mother Earth’s temperate latitudes and as happens in each generation of the human family. As my Wiccan friends say, blessed be.

We transited US customs in San Francisco, bleary eyed and weary from the night time flight across the Pacific from Incheon. Instead of an immigration person saying, Welcome home, we got a lesson in automated passport control, using computers that read your passport and ask the basic re-entry questions related to customs matters. I missed that personal touch.

Travel exacts a price from the economy flyer. I’m not my best person when tired, nor is Kate hers. The Korean Land of the Morning Calm attitude toward life impressed me and I’m trying to incorporate it, but yesterday morning some of the usual backup self slipped through.

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We returned home to a driveway cleared by our neighbors, Holly and Eduardo. This was a big deal because of the nearly 4 feet of snow that fell while we were in Asia. Without it we would not have been able to get in our house. This is heavy, wet snow that clogs snow blowers and makes the back go ouch while shoveling it.

Seoah’s mentor gave us a tea set made of clear glass and a small bamboo water table on which to make tea. It made it home intact.

 

Singapore, the last day

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Yesterday, our last day in Singapore, was the usual packing, settling of accounts and the taxi ride to the airport. It also included a visit to the sky deck, the third of the three things I wanted to see. Nirvana exceeded my expectations, Skygreens fell far below them and the sky deck was in between. It was in between only because the park like aspect of it, which really interested me, was off limits to all but guests of the Sands Resort Hotel.

The views the sky deck provided of this island nation were, however, stunning. And, again, it was hot.

The night before we ate at the Singapore Cricket Club’s Padang Restaurant. Here is a photograph of the Cricket Club taken from the sky deck.

Singapore Cricket Club from Sky deck

The merlion is a primary symbol of Singapore.

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The lotus shaped Artscience Museum is in the foreground here. The Esplanade where we listened to the Sikh music is the hedgehog shapes in the upper right and the Cricket Club is to the upper left.

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Finally, the sky deck park and the port beyond it.

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Snow. Far Away. At Home.

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Not much to report yesterday. Kate and I decided to just hang. Two big travel days still ahead of us and we’re nearing the end of a long, wonderful trip. Better to be rested than cram in more sight seeing.

Foothills near Denver buried under four feet of snow (CBS Headline)

Meanwhile, back on Shadow Mountain, a meteorologist who lives near us measured 46″ of snow. This is the biggest storm since 2003, a storm which caused the previous owner of our house to install a generator. It’s hard for me to visualize that much snow. No electricity coming out of our solar panels this week. Predictions are for warmer weather starting Thursday so it may melt before we get home. I hope.

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(Kate in front of the Peranakan Museum)

Our last evening in Singapore we went to the Peranakan Museum where we picked up some gifts, then visited a shopping and cultural center called the Esplanade. It looks like either a durian (local, controversial fruit) or a hedgehog. We listened to some Sikh music. The Sikh holy books were written as ragas, a form of classical music which uses quarter tones, so we heard them being sung.

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(at the Sikh music. The black t-shirts read Turban Pride)

We ate at the Singapore Cricket Club, in its Padang Restaurant which overlooks the skyline of downtown, very modern, Singapore. Beautiful. A gracious and elegant meal to close out this part of our trip.

Singapore Cricket Club
Singapore Cricket Club

 

Eating

Spring                                                        Wedding Moon

relish4A lot of our visit to Singapore has revolved around eating. Yesterday morning we met Anita.  Anita offered prayers at her temple for me during my prostate surgery last year, is a long time colleague of Mary’s. She’s writing a book about her community, Indians from Kerala but living for a long time in Singapore. We had breakfast at Relish, a restaurant close to Mary’s apartment.

Lunch was Mary, Kate and I at Miyabi, a Japanese restaurant on the second floor of the Raffles Town Club. Excellent food. Authentic Japanese decor and seating. One side room I noticed was named Fu Yu. Not shorthand, I’m sure, as it would be in English.

tanglin tavernIn the evening a friend of Mary’s treated us to a pub meal in the Tanglin Club, the oldest such club in Singapore, founded in 1865. The Tavern and Fireplace, where we ate, replicates an English pub. I had fish and chips with vinegar on the fries. Just right. These clubs began as old style English gentlemen’s clubs, a bit of home in the tropics. The Tanglin apparently was started for English rubber plantation owners and their colleagues.

hash hikingWe learned about Hash hiking from Mary’s friend. This partial headline from the Guardian gives you the central point: “…a club that takes drinking as seriously as running.” Here are two websites: the guardian article and one from expat go. Though it started in Malaysia among expats concerned about staying trim while drinking plenty of beer, it’s quirky style has given it an international presence.

Including, I discovered easily, several Colorado clubs.

 

Hot and Cold

Spring                                                              Wedding Moon

The oddities of traveling. On Wednesday Kate and I walked from the Botanic Garden MRT stop to its Visitor Centre, maybe halfway across this large park, a Unesco World Heritage Site. We knew it was hot, our bodies told us at every step with an oppressive clamping feeling as the humidity and the heat forced out sweat but didn’t allow it to cool us down.

We learned on Friday that this was the hottest day in a decade, 36.7 centigrade or 98.06F. The hottest temperature every recorded here is only .3 degrees warmer, 37. Kate recognized that one immediately as 98.6. The difference between this heat and Colorado heat, which can reach well over a 100, is the humidity which has stayed mostly in the 95% range and the dewpoint, also very high.

Meanwhile back home a huge late winter snowstorm headed toward Colorado. The foothills were smack in the middle of the highest forecasted snowfalls, 1-3 feet, with some predicting as much as 4 feet. Odd junction. Last I looked Conifer Mountain, across the valley from us, had 32 inches with another foot on the way. Since this is spring, it’s a very heavy snow, but it will melt fast, long before we get home on Thursday.

Today in Singapore it’s 84 now, headed toward 93, feels like 110 (not kidding).

Impressions

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Ate last night at the Dining Room, the Raffles Town Club’s award winning “Western” restaurant. I asked Kate what she imagined made the restaurant “Western.” “Everything’s cooked.” Kate’s not a fan of raw anything.

I’m going to add more pictures from Nirvana (hey, you can take photographs in Nirvana!), but they’ll have to wait until I get back to Adobe Photoshop. The WordPress image manipulator seems confounded by their metaphysics. Or something.

A random thought. I read an interesting short article last month (which I will post at some point) about a transition one analyst saw as well underway. He pointed out that just as the authority of the church declined dramatically after the rise of nation states so now the authority of the nation states is declining dramatically as global corporations become more and more powerful. Korea, Hong Kong and Singapore are strong examples of his point: chaebols like Samsung and Hyundai impact Korean life, Hong Kong capitalists are holding off the powerful Central Committee of China and Singapore unabashedly runs itself for business interests. There’s a lot to chew on in this idea.

 

 

 

But You Can Never Leave

Spring                                                            Wedding Moon

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Kate and I have been to Nirvana. And even had lunch there. Hameed, our taxi driver, when asked whether it was a popular tourist attraction, shook his head. No, he had never taken anybody there. He seemed a bit bemused.

Nirvana has a website. And site duty agents who gave us an extended tour, explaining the entire concept, taking us through one of the three towers. Each one is five stories high like a pagoda with a circular ramp winding from top to bottom, a Guggenheim for the afterlife. Along the ramp, from top to bottom are rooms filled with niches and decorated according to the beliefs of those who choose to reside there.

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When the young Chinese man who gave us our tour referred more than once to “checking in”, the song Hotel California came immediately:

“Relax, ” said the night man,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! ” The Eagles

When you check in you can also place replicas of, say, your living room, in front of the urn(s) for your cremains.

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The folks at Nirvana are pragmatic. We Chinese, the site duty agent said, take three joss sticks (incense) in when we pray with our ancestors. But, he went on, if three or four or eight or ten come in the room, then… So, we invite one person to go in and invite their ancestors outside. Problem solved.

There are, in a similarly pragmatic fashion, rooms for free-thinkers. In these rooms no statuary, no sounds of chanting, just sedate jade decorated niches. In this way the site agent said, if you’re a Buddhist and your child is a Christian, who might say, if you’re in the Buddhist room, I won’t come, the family can still be together.

Both Kate and I found the place oddly appealing. It’s quiet, respectful, out of the weather, air-conditioned. Instead of creepy it has a comforting feel. Not your usual tourist stop, but a fascinating one nonetheless.

Skygreens, the vertical farm, however, was not so welcoming. When we got there, we drove in to see the place no one was around. I had e-mailed them yesterday to see if we could visit, but received no reply. We took some pictures and I called the office. “We’re not open to the general public.” OK, then. Not quite the future of urban farming I’d expected. It looked run down and somewhat sad.

 

A Taxi to Nirvana rather than a Stairway to Heaven

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Off to Nirvana with Hameed this morning. Nirvana is a huge columbarium that has intrigued ever since my sister sent me the link. And, besides, if I can get to Nirvana for the price of a taxi drive, why not?

We’ll go on about 10 minutes further to Skygreens, a vertical farm. Some evolution of this idea may well be the farm of the urban future and both Kate and I find it an interesting idea.

We’ve hired Hameed by the hour, $30 Singapore, about $22 U.S. I’ll let you know how Nirvana was when we get back. I think that’s what bodhisattvas do, so both Kate and I will accept the honorific when we return to the mountains.

Somewhat cooler today. But, only relative to 92 feels 102. So…

Have I mentioned that it’s hot here?

A hot time in the air-conditioned nation

botanic gardensHave I mentioned that it’s hot here? Kate and I walked through the Botanic Gardens, very beautiful and close to my sister Mary’s apartment, to get to a tour bus stop. By the time we got to the right place we had soaked our t-shirts. The heat + high humidity is a challenge for both of us. And, today was cooler.

We stopped at the Botanic Gardens outdoor cafe and had cool drinks, sat under a fan. That helped. So did shopping at the excellent, and air conditioned, gift shop.

The hop-on bus tour took a couple of hours but it allowed us to see the highlights of Singapore. The bus had personalized ducts for its air conditioning. A good thing for both of us. We went down Orchard Road which is a main retail shop with vertical malls selling the same kind of luxury goods I mentioned as available in the Incheon and Hong Kong airports.

Marina ParkThe architecture is cutting edge modern with lots of angles, odd shapes, glass, polished metal and cut stone. Mary says a constant theme here is upgrading: buildings, civil engineering, education, business. The Marina Park development, which contains many whimsical modern buildings, is an example. The Singapore Flyer, a huge ferris wheel, a park set high above the street on three building towers, structures shaped like a lotus flower, a hedgehog, and an inverted whale skeleton all draw the eye.

violet-oon-singapore-bukit-timah1At the same time there is the historic part of Singapore which includes the grand Raffles Hotel, the Museum of Asian Art, China Town, the Botanic Gardens and the Peranakan neighborhood. This last reflects the particular architecture of the folks who were in Singapore the earliest. They have a beautiful ceramic tradition.

Back at the Raffles Town Club Kate and I left our things in our room and walked around the curved hallways on our floor to the Chinese restaurant. Dim sum and almond coated crispy chicken. Quite tasty.

This evening we’re going to a restaurant (picture above) that features cuisine of the Peranakan culture. Mary says the chef, Violet Oon (great name), is a local celebrity.