Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
I did not expect Stansted to be so crowded on that night that you can´t even find a place, I mean, a proper bench or chair to sit on. Many just slept on the passage way, the waiting hall or in front of the check in counter. You put your sleeping bag on the floor and just sleep on it. The crowds must be those going for the summer vacation. The Europeans are just moving around everywhere in the whole summer.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Let's turn the page to London now. It's nice catching up with old pals in this biggest capital of the Europe. which I used to not like it very much in the past. Sometimes you just don't like a city for no reason at all. I guess I don't London for the very bad first impression that the airport officers had given me, the pretty strong racism sentiment that you could feel once you enter any airport in London. Well, that's perhaps just my personal opinion. But I have learnt to like London better during this trip, again, for no reason at all. The city is well organised, easy to roam around, and the countryside is undoubtedly beautiful.
I stayed with my friend Cathy in rural London near Heathrow. Cathy and her husband, Will were trying to make sure i don't get hungry all the time. Both are funny and nice pals, making you feel cozy staying in their house. I did make a trip to Bath but the weather was pretty sad on that day.
Met several friends working in London. Again we love going to the China Town for the meet up. It was good to catch up with my ex colleague, Terence, who used to be my senior manager back then when I was in KL and it was great that he got promoted not too long ago. Terence told me you actually bring your clients for a luxury premier league match that costs a few hundred pounds per head, that you get to sit in the VIP boxes so close to the field. That sounds good, as in Malaysia you can probably bring your client to the F1.
Departed for Oslo on the 15th August. It was forecast that it was going to be a rainy day in Oslo. So I was moving from a rainy city to another.
Pei was nice to accommodate me for almost a week in her home, given the fact that we have not even met each other before. I had a really good "agriturismo" vacation staying with her (that's what the Italians call for a farm house vacation), catching up with her on her life in Italy, and having fun roaming around the town on bicycle with her kids. Life is slow in Italy, but it is even slower here. Time is never important. The colour of the sky tells the time of your meal.
Pei and her husband have grains planted on their piece of land. The have zucchini for this summer since the harvest season was over for the grains and the land was put to rest for several months before continuing with the next planting. Most of the folks in the town are farmers or shop keepers. The question on social status never exixts in the town, no one cares if you are a white-collared.
Pei is a great cook. I enjoyed the most during eating time, looking forward to what she is going to make for lunch and dinner each and every day. In Italy you can never eat lousy, and you eat even much better in an Italian family. Pei's cooking was perhaps closer to the northern Italian style, with the use of eggs, mayonise, and more frequently than the south that you will see rice (risotto) appears on the dining table. Pei has a passion in poetry writing, and the Chinese old songs in the 20s and 30s, those Night Shanghai era hymns. That's perhaps her little secret garden out from the life of a normal housewife and mother, that she insists in keeping after all these years of staying far away abroad from home.
The day I left for Bergamo for the flight to London, Pei told me to come back whenever I feel tired of travelling. I know I am going to feel warm thinking of her cooking everytime I got tired of sanwiches on the road.