On one of my trips to Malaysia I noticed these two elderly women strolling along the beach in Kota Kinabalu. They held my attention for a long time. They both were very tentative about walking in the ocean, carefully putting one foot in front of the other in the sand and holding hands for support. They seemed to be enjoying each other’s company, their lovely surroundings and the beautiful day so much. It made me hope I will have supportive companions in my old age so I can continue to enjoy new experiences.
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Two movies I saw in the last week made me realize just how old I am.
The Butler tells the story of an African American man named Cecil Gaines who worked as a servant in the White House. He was a butler to every president from Eisenhower to Reagan. The movie reviews the history of the civil rights movement both through the eyes of the butler who believes change can be brought about through legislation and his son who believes protest and civil disobedience are the most effective ways to gain equal rights for African Americans.
As I watched the movie it seemed hard to believe that during my lifetime African Americans used separate drinking fountains and movie theatres, hadn’t yet received full voting rights, couldn’t attend racially integrated schools and even in the White House were paid lower salaries than white citizens performing the same tasks.
Jobs tells the story of Steve Jobs and how he revolutionized the world of technology with the products from his Apple company. Some might say Steve Jobs was a genius although after the movie we had discussion about whether his success could be attributed to his intelligence or to the fact that he was a driven man, who worked obsessively and never gave up.
As I watched the movie it seemed hard to believe that during my lifetime people did not have personal computers, or personal music listening devices, or smart phones. As a high school student I didn’t have any idea what e-mail, an ipad, texting, skyping, iTunes or digital photography was.
Two movies I saw in the last week made me realize just how old I am.
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After living in Asia for years we were sure we’d eaten every kind of rice dish. On our trip to Laos we discovered that wasn’t true. In the town of Luang Prabang we visited the Tamarind Restaurant and tried sticky rice for the first time. Sticky rice is a type of short-grained rice.
We watched some women preparing sticky rice in Luang Prabang. First they soaked it for several hours in water and then placed it in a bamboo basket shaped like a boat. A fire was built in a large cracked crockery pot and when it had burned down to glowing embers a black cauldron filled with water was placed over the hot coals. The bamboo boat was gently laid across the top of the cauldron and in this way the rice was steamed for about half an hour. Later the women put the rice on a stone slab and kneaded it with a wooden paddle.
The rice had a glutinous texture by this point and it was placed in a narrow cylindrical bamboo basket with a lid. At the Tamarind Restaurant they set one of those baskets filled with sticky rice in front of each guest. We took the lid off and grabbed some rice between our fingers and rolled it into a round sticky ball. The Tamarind served a variety of interesting dips to roll your rice ball around in before popping it into your mouth. There was a chili paste called Jeow Bong, a salsa called Mak Len, an eggplant dip called Mak Keua and a corindar and garlic sauce called Pak Ham. My husband Dave tried rolling his sticky rice in several types of dip before eating it. Traditionally sticky rice is served with a group of snacks they call The Five Bites. At the Tamarind Restaurant our five bites included dried buffalo meat, pickled bamboo, lemon grass noodles, spicy cucumbers and tiny sausages.
Sticky rice is very tasty and it’s easy to pick up in your hands. Perhaps that is why the hundreds of monks in Luang Prabang favor sticky rice as a donation when they are begging. Every weekday hundreds of orange robed Buddhist monks parade through the streets of Luang Prabang just as the sun is rising. I got up one morning to watch them. The monks need to beg daily for enough food to sustain themselves. Devout women were perched on wooden stools along the monk’s route. The women were holding bamboo baskets filled with sticky rice. As the monk’s passed by they bowed their heads, reached into their baskets, grabbed a large ball of sticky rice and placed it in the monk’s begging bowl.
I’m as big a fan of sticky rice as the monks’ were. I think sticky rice is delicious. The only problem it presents is that when your meal is over your hands are just as sticky as the rice itself. Porcelain bowls of scented water and hot towels served by our Tamarind waiter at the end of our meal took care of that.
Sticky rice wasn’t the only new rice dish I tried in Laos. I also saw homemade rice cakes being made. Hundreds were drying on racks outside people’s homes in Luang Prabang.
I thought I’d tried every kind of rice dish possible in Asia. My trip to Laos proved me wrong.
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Five pencil thin women were discussing how great they think it is that a new modeling agency is hiring women with plenty of curves.
I was watching Good Morning America last Wednesday while I was walking on the treadmill at the gym. I was intigued by a story about a modeling agency called JAG that is trying to break the barriers when it comes to accepting bigger women.
Apparently most agencies hire models who are size zero to two, but the majority of JAG models are size 12. The Good Morning America segment featured interviews with Jennie Runk and Kamie Crawford two JAG models who talked about viewing women’s bodies as beautiful just the way they are and not worrying about the number on the scale everyday.
What was ironic however was that there were five women at the anchor desk of Good Morning America discussing this story. They were all saying what a positive thing it is that women no longer feel they have to be painfully thin. Yet every one of those five women at the Good Morning America anchor desk was pencil thin herself. I found a story online about a regular Good Morning America contributor named Tory Johnson who lost 60 pounds when she thought her job was in jeopardy because of her weight.
Will the morning news show continue to merely give lip service to the belief that women in the public eye need not all have slim figures or will they hire more women who aren’t slender as a reed?
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“ Head straight into the waves and paddle hard”, my husband Dave shouted at me. We were kayaking down the Nam Khan River near Luang Prabang in Laos. The day before in the office of the eco-tour company that organized our kayaking adventure I deliberately requested we take the trip labeled ‘easy’. I wasn’t interested in any white water rapid shooting. I just wanted to see the Laotian countryside from a river perspective.
The first part of our trip was deceptively calm and placid. The scenery was as interesting as I had hoped. Rounded rocks covered with lush green foliage and neatly terraced farm fields lined the river. Little boys were jumping into the water for their morning bath. Women in large straw hats were wading up to their waists holding bamboo cages they were using as fish traps. Along the shore huge horned water buffalo were cooling off in shallow pools.
Our first stop was the Tad Se waterfalls. It was the rainy season so the falls were running high and hard. A white watery torrent raged around leafy trees, across large rocky boulders and washed over bamboo bridges. Our guides took us to a beautiful pool at the base of the falls where the water was clear and cool. Sweaty from kayaking in the blazing heat we jumped in. If you stood just under a place where the water was gushing over the rocks it was like having a shower, the powerful spray pummeled your body like a strong masseuse.
Our guides had brought along lunch. There was oily sticky rice rich with vegetables and spices that we ate with our fingers. We were ravenous after our paddling and swimming and washed down the meal quickly with water and large bottles of Beer Lao, the local brew that some say is the most delicious in Asia. For dessert there were small Laotian grown bananas.
We left the waterfall in pouring rain that lasted for almost an hour. I was drenched in seconds but it was a lovely reprieve from the humidity. The only time I was slightly nervous was when a couple of bolts of lightning forked down not far from us accompanied by ear-splitting thunder. Just as the sun broke through the clouds we reached a set of rapids. The guides had warned us they were coming but I was sure they were joking. The seething eddies and high white- capped waves in front of us were certainly no joke. I was in the front of the kayak and as we hit the first wave, muddy water washed over me and right into my mouth stifling my screams. My husband Dave shouted at me to “paddle hard and head straight into the waves”. Galvanized by fear I obeyed orders. It only took a few minutes for us to clear the rapids. We looked back to see that two British ladies who were also on our tour hadn’t been as fortunate. Their kayak had tipped and they were floundering in the water. Our guides had jumped in to rescue them and their belongings.
We were more prepared for the next sets of rapids and after two more hours of paddling we arrived at our destination. We still had a long slippery trek up the high muddy riverbank in the blistering heat but I was just happy to be back on land.
Although our trip had not been as ‘easy’ as promised, it was certainly a memorable chapter, albeit a bit of a scary one, in our Asian adventure story.
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