Australia 2011 (Part II: Adelaide, Kangaroo Island and SA)

I really liked Adelaide. The sunshine and relative dryness was a welcome change from soggy Victoria, and Adelaide has a  special charm of its own. It’s much smaller than Melbourne, so that it manages to combine the community feeling of a small town with the convenience of a much larger city. Best of both worlds.

The drive towards Adelaide was striking. Lots of small towns scattered throughout Canunda National Park. Here’s me fighting a giant lobster, the claim to fame of one small hamlet:

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Giant things are sort of an Australian national pastime. This one’s in Kingston, SA.

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These signs amused me no end on the long drive.

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Adelaide, finally. Why do I feel so at home here?

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Adelaide is surrounded by hills, each of which sports its own little village. This one, called Hahndorf, was founded by German shipwreck survivors in the 1830s. Just added to the very pleasant but deeply surreal quality of Australia.

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I laughed for ages at this sign. (Hahndorf).

Amanda and I then splurged for a package tour to Kangaroo Island, because we would soon be heading up north, where chances to see (wild) South Australian fauna would be few and far between. I’m very happy we did.

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An Australian sea lion pup having a roll.

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Kookaburra!

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New Zealand Fur Seal pup having a doze.

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Does my butt look big in this?

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A koala, awake for once.

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And this is Remarkable Rocks, the last bit of land before you come to Antarctica.

And they’re truly remarkable, by the way.

That’s it for this edition of Dabendan’s Aussie adventure. Join us next time for Coober Pedy, where they filmed Mad Max and Pitch Black. See you tomorrow!

Dabendan

Australia 2011 (Part I: Melbourne and Victoria)

My girlfriend did a year abroad in Australia last year, and last July (2011) I went to join her for about a month. We rented an RV and, beginning in Melbourne and ending in Darwin, we went on a 6000 km journey through the heart of Aus. Since it’s been a year, I think it’s time to finally post some photo highlights of the trip, as well as some running commentary. On to Melbourne!

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Yours truly in front of Flinder’s Street Station.

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And in front of Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. I don’t know why I look like I’m about to have a technicolor yawn.

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And the interior of Saint Patrick’s.

And now on the road!

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Our home for a month.

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The back of the RV (caravan) transformed into our bedroom each evening.

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A rainbow along the (rainy) Prince’s Highway toward Geelong.

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A parrot along the Great Ocean Road towards South Australia

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The Twelve Apostles (Or the Sow and Piglets depending on who you ask)

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A bit of a closer view of the Twelve Apostles

My girlfriend has a special regard for Melbourne, up to counting herself as a local. I could see what she saw in the place. It was beautiful and very livable, although driving there was a bit hairy especially for someone with not much experience driving on the left. Don’t get me started on the infamous Melbourne hook turns:

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Aside from that, though, and a bit of rain, Melbourne was all roses and I can’t wait to go back. Anyway, next up we have my favorite city in Australia, Adelaide, and the magnificent Kangaroo Island. See you tomorrow for more!

Typhoon Blues

There’s another typhoon in town right now. Lots of wind and rain, and the news just posted that all schools and businesses would be shut tomorrow. This is something that the Taiwanese government does NOT like to do, because it means a precious day of productivity is lost, and its global edge might slip just that last little bit.

To most people, a typhoon day is a gift from heaven, an unexpected break in an otherwise humdrum workweek, a guilt-free excuse to catch up on missed sleep.

While I’m not so big a hypocrite to say that at the very least a large part of me shares these feelings, by and large I don’t welcome typhoons or typhoon days. The reason why is pretty simple: typhoons kill people and leave other people homeless. Take a look at what Typhoon Morakot did to central Taiwan in 2009:

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Not too pretty. Morakot killed almost 800 people, and left many others destitute.

When I first came to Taiwan, literally 3 months after I moved here, Typhoon Nari hit Taipei. I had just got an apartment with several other (foreign) roommates, and hadn’t even had time to furnish it. We were stuck in our empty apartment for three days without electricity or water. Here’s what our main road looked like after it had finally stopped raining:

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And here’s a photo of a bus caught up on a flooding street:

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Nari ‘only’ killed 104 people, making it much less deadly that Morakot. It still sucked.

So, while I can understand the sentiment of people who get gleeful about the idea of a typhoon day, I can’t really share it. Especially when most of the 800 dead in Morakot and the 100 dead in Nari, and most of the dead in every other typhoon that strikes the island, are the poor, the infirm, the elderly, and small children. I can’t really get excited about a free day off if it probably will cost a small child his or her life.

Call me a killjoy if you like, but that’s the way I feel about typhoons. I’ll never publicly disagree with someone who shouts “It’s a typhoon day tomorrow! Hooray!” because I’m not that big of a dick. I know where that person is coming from. But I won’t high-five them or celebrate the day off in any way, because I know that somewhere else somebody is praying that their ramshackle home won’t be toppled into a river in a mudslide or crack open like an egg.

Here’s praying that everyone on the island stays safe tonight, and for everyone’s luck to hold. Today’s typhoon, Saola, is reported to not be in Morakot or Nari’s ballpark, so hopefully there won’t be any tragic stories on the news tomorrow. I’m hoping for the best.

Dabendan

Culinary Abominations I Have Known

I live in Taiwan, and have done for over a decade now, on and off. I’ve got family and work connections, and genuinely like the culture (for the most part) and the people (once again, for the most part). I speak the language and know what and what not to do. The only thing that’s guaranteed to lead to awkwardness for me, though, is if I get invited to a traditional feast of some kind.

Taiwanese food, of course, is Chinese in spirit and conception. The thing that sets the Island’s cuisine apart from that of the mainland is the seafood. Taiwan being an island, fish and other marine creatures necessarily make up a big part of the Taiwanese diet. Lobsters and shrimp, clams and oysters, and all shapes and kinds of fish comprise an important part of most meals. One staple breakfast dish includes eggs scrambled with sardines.

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I actually don’t mind that one. Most of the fish and other forms of seafood are deliciously prepared and almost unbelievably fresh. You can bet that most of the time the fish or other denizen of the deep you are picking apart with your chopsticks was blithely swimming about its business less than 24 hours before the waiter brought it to you.

But there are some ‘treats’ that you have to be Taiwanese to appreciate. Here’s Shilin Night Market in Taipei:

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One of the top snacks at this market, and Taiwanese night markets in general, is barbecued squid. Not too bad, you say. But that’s not the end of it. Most markets offer a choice of sauces for the squid to be barbecued in, and far and away the most popular choice is cherry flavor. That’s right, cherry flavored barbecued squid. Here’s what it looks like (pre-roasted and coated):

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That sucker’s the most disgusting lollipop anyone’s ever given a kid outside of a dare.

But that’s nothing compared to Taiwanese party food. I’ve been to countless Taiwanese weddings and WeiYas (annual company parties before Chinese New Year) and I quickly learned  to always eat beforehand, because there’s precious little on offer that’s actually edible. I usually compare it to the dinner scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, and that’s not as big of an exaggeration as you might think. Remember what I said about the awesome seafood? The mouth-watering lobster and shrimp? Well, at big celebrations, Taiwanese chefs love to add this:

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That’s mayonnaise. Mayonnaise in Taiwan is sweet, as in sugar added. Lots of sugar. I hate mayonnaise, even in its less objectionable Western variety. Anything that comes in contact with this monstrosity is inedible. What amazes me is that the chefs take a beautiful piece of seafood, cook it wonderfully, and then slather it in this dreck. Here are some war crime photos:

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Oh, and they do it to chicken too:

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Course after course, dish after dish, everything covered in sweet mayonnaise. Even the chicken NOT covered in mayonnaise is hard to choke down.

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At good weddings, I manage a few morsels of boiled fish and a shrimp or two who’ve managed to escape the mayonnaise.

I don’t mean to say everything’s all bad with Taiwanese cuisine. The average Taiwanese person insists on the freshest fruit, vegetables, and seafood. Whenever I go back to the States and buy veggies or fruit from the supermarket, without exception they either taste old and sour or have no taste at all. Now I know why kids back home hate fruit and vegetables. They aren’t fresh and they taste awful. I actually miss it if I haven’t had fruit or vegetables at least once a day. How many Americans can say that?

But that doesn’t let the Taiwanese off the hook for some of their dishes. And I haven’t even gotten into the Taiwanese medicine food or the live seafood that the Taiwanese eat, mainly as a dare. Try eating your lobster when it’s twitching in front of you. Or the baby octopuses that people here swallow whole, wriggling on the way down. But they find aged cheese disgusting. Go figure.