<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711</id><updated>2024-03-08T21:20:19.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bish bash bosh</title><subtitle type='html'>I am Old Fat Fart(老肥发).&#xa;&#xa;You can call me Mr Old or 老先生.&#xa;&#xa;Life is great, if i continue to live in my dreams, not realise what is reality and what is virtual.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>367</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-3515275059437417705</id><published>2008-08-19T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:30:51.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Rally Go Rally Go Go Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;I think this year is the first time I&#39;m actually interested in hearing our dear &lt;strike&gt;Crown Prince&lt;/strike&gt; New Emperor Lee &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/nationalday#&#39;&gt;National Day Rally speech&lt;/a&gt;. Ok, he tried to make some joke. Not funny. Only the ministers are laughing. -shrug-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He started off with all the talk about the rising cost through the world due to the high inflation brought about by rising petrol cost. Oh yeah, of course. I thought the whole world is facing that? The usual gahmen propaganda speech. After going round and round about the gahmen around the world facing major issues due to subsidies and whatsnot, &lt;strike&gt;he just says&lt;/strike&gt; I take it that he meant &lt;i&gt;we cannot do it&lt;/i&gt;. Oh yeah, nothing unusual. We never expected that though we can dream about it, can&#39;t we?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then talk about the 3 billions the gahmen put aside to help the Sillyporeans. The GST Offset that they have given out in cash had helped Siilypore to pay for some of their home utilities bills. Oh yeah, definitely. I have known of people who use the offset to &lt;i&gt;buy&lt;/i&gt; the latest mobile phone. Oh yeah, I can&#39;t remember what I did with mine. And of course they are going to be giving out &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; payout this coming October. Oh yeah, we did hear it wrongly. Indeed more. As the wise old men had said it, &lt;i&gt;when ah kong gave out moolah to you, be very afraid&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then the topic got to Sillypore infamous &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronic_Road_Pricing&#39;&gt;ERP&lt;/a&gt;. Not &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enterprise_resource_planning&#39;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, but &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronic_Road_Pricing&#39;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! Like he says, now the gahmen has made car cheaper to help Sillypore fullfilled their dream of owning cars, the gahmen had to increase the &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronic_Road_Pricing&#39;&gt;ERP&lt;/a&gt; to help ease the congestion. WTF? Did I see a paradox here? And they are just rrying to justify why the &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronic_Road_Pricing&#39;&gt;ERP&lt;/a&gt; had to be increased and more gantries need to be added. Oh crap. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Of course, the talk on making Siilypore a more gracious place is good. I definitely like the idea and hopefully, there are proper and good campaign to promote that. Then another hot favourite topic is &lt;i&gt;more babies&lt;/i&gt;. Don&#39;t look at me. I&#39;m guilty as charged but what to do. I cannot go around farking women, right? Finally the right one is the message our dear &lt;strike&gt;Crown Prince&lt;/strike&gt; New Emperor Lee wanted to drive across. Oh yeah. That is so crap yet so true. Then all about the match making and many other tinies about it. Why are we not getting married? Talk talk talk and its not anything new that we haven&#39;t heard of. First he kicked off a good rapport by saying that the gahmen will push the family day leaves from 2 to 6. Lotsa claps! Of course but none of my business right now. Then next, he said they are going to introduce something new. 1 week of &lt;i&gt;unpaid&lt;/i&gt; leave for either spouses and some claps are heard. I did say some, right? But did they hear the word &lt;i&gt;unpaid&lt;/i&gt;? WTF? What is new about that? Passed you a glass of Cordon bleu first, then trying to get away with it by throwing in another glass of Hennessy Silver. Sighz. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then all about kids and education. -yawn- Yeah, that is just so not my topic. Then all the talk about the new media, how things are going online. And US politics and how Obama fight his campaign online. And how a great &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.jeffooi.com/&#39;&gt;M&#39;sian blogger&lt;/a&gt; winning an election. Then he mentioned that there are 4.5 millions people in Sillypore but 6 millions mobile set out there! More mobile per couple than babies! Oh yeah, did he knows that its easier to maintain mobile than baby? No diaper change for mobile too! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then the key about controlling media. No political related media. Red tape shall still be there. Excuse moi, is that new? Since when does Sillyporeans got the &lt;i&gt;freedom&lt;/i&gt; of speech? Yeah yeah, podcast, videocast, cannnnnn, but still must be responsible. In simple words, beware what you post up there, it might come back to haunt you. And we will still be watching you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And yes, we lost to China. Our lost hope of ever getting a gold has to wait for another 4 years.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And in conclusion, I&#39;m dozing off. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3515275059437417705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/3515275059437417705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/3515275059437417705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/3515275059437417705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-rally-go-rally-go-go-go.html' title='Go Rally Go Rally Go Go Go'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-425111545496478986</id><published>2008-06-22T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:00:30.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Cup 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;The &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/tournament/teams/team=57451/index.html&#39;&gt;Russians&lt;/a&gt; has made it into the semi-finals in the &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/&#39;&gt;Euro2008&lt;/a&gt;! So happy for them, and I always enjoy some upsets in the prediction of the game. The &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/tournament/teams/team=135/index.html&#39;&gt;Turks&lt;/a&gt; won as well, after beating the &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/tournament/teams/team=56370/index.html&#39;&gt;Croatia&lt;/a&gt; in the quarter-finals. And guess what, I was going to bet on the finalist been the &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/tournament/teams/team=135/index.html&#39;&gt;Turks&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/tournament/teams/team=57451/index.html&#39;&gt;Russians&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I din place my bet caused I lost my password to my account and the speed on the site was horribly slow! This was seriously like what had happened 4 years ago when I wanted to place a 10 bucks bet on the &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/tournament/teams/team=49/index.html&#39;&gt;Greeks&lt;/a&gt; to win the cup. Back then, the odds of them winning was like 1:100 or 1:200. Because of that one statement, I lost that little bit of extra cash! And now, it had happened again! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Damn. Big guy up there just dowan to hand me that little bit of extra cash. The odds are no longer exciting now. Sigh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/425111545496478986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/425111545496478986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/425111545496478986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/425111545496478986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-cup-2008.html' title='Euro Cup 2008'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-5658713216080199841</id><published>2008-06-19T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:12:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FF3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;Yeah, the brand new FF3 is available for download. No, its not &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.square-enix.com/na/title/ff/&#39;&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;. Its &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.spreadfirefox.com/&#39;&gt;Firefox&lt;/a&gt;. The little fury foxy that is appearing everywhere. They are attempting to break the world record for most downloaded in 24 hours. You can also &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.spreadfirefox.com/en-US/worldrecord/&#39;&gt;view&lt;/a&gt; the different region on how much has been downloaded in each country. Damn. I had to zoom to 100% before I can blardie do a mouseover on Sillypore! Sad, isn&#39;t it? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sweeet. Download it guys! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, I&#39;m running it before the official release. Afterall, its appear inside my debian sid repository. Oh well. Got a couple of plugins not ff3 ready yet but on the whole, the major ones are good to go!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5658713216080199841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/5658713216080199841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/5658713216080199841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/5658713216080199841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2008/06/ff3.html' title='FF3'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-9106096350191998978</id><published>2008-04-23T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:58:10.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you marry me pleaseeeeeeeee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2013/2434517670_199cdeeacb_o.png&#39; style=&#39;max-width: 800px;&#39;/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=10501732&#39;&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; must be the a very exciting ring for a network expert couple! Now that it got me thinking, have this going-to-be-ex network security expert guy getting married. I wonder if he had bought his wedding band. Anyone else? For that price, its amazingly cheap!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/9106096350191998978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/9106096350191998978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/9106096350191998978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/9106096350191998978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2008/04/will-you-marry-me-pleaseeeeeeeee.html' title='Will you marry me pleaseeeeeeeee?'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-6918037315299298345</id><published>2008-04-16T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:22:14.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long long while!</title><content type='html'>My last entry was so ancient ago. Someone asked me if my blog was dead. I said &lt;i&gt;nope&lt;/i&gt;. Its just that for each day that I&#39;m not writing it down, the amount of things to write gets longer and longer, and then when I think about writing them, I got very tired. Just like work, its piling up if you ever stop for that little coffee break. so maybe this is the starter and I will catch up on it real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;a href=&quot;http://dvice.com/archives/2008/04/banquete_chair.php&quot;&gt;this thing&lt;/a&gt; this morning. Amazing! Tempting design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bishamon/2416908443&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 299px; height: 299px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2416908443_6bf0788eb7_o.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it so totally remind me of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/www.kungfupanda.com&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; which is coming to a cinema near you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bishamon/2418499114&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 315px; height: 382px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2153/2418499114_e7dbcaf457_o.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will get too hot sitting in that &lt;a href=&quot;http://dvice.com/archives/2008/04/banquete_chair.php&quot;&gt;panda chair&lt;/a&gt;. And then I saw &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.inhabitat.com/2008/04/12/milan-design-week-2008-preview-jonas-samons-light-emitting-wallpaper/&quot;&gt;this amazing design&lt;/a&gt; yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bishamon/2417704679&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 302px; height: 197px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2417704679_4d68703b2a_o.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great temptation for me to waste my moolah on. Sighz. I&#39;m so broke.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6918037315299298345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/6918037315299298345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/6918037315299298345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/6918037315299298345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-long-long-while.html' title='Its been a long long while!'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-8895945902889761029</id><published>2007-10-15T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:09:54.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Finally, its the eighteenth and the last day. We were going to make it an easy and relax day. No more rushing from one sight to the other. No time searching for transportation and bargaining for better prices. No more cheap hotel searching. We woke up late and had our breakfast. How could fans of the  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance_of_the_Three_Kingdoms&quot;&gt;Romance of Three Kingdoms (三国志)&lt;/a&gt; novel or games or franchises not come to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot;&gt;Chengdu (成都)&lt;/a&gt; and give the  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chinavr.net/sichuan/tn_whc.htm&quot;&gt;Wuhou Temple (武侯词)&lt;/a&gt; a miss? After our simple meal, I sent my buddy on his way to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chinavr.net/sichuan/tn_whc.htm&quot;&gt;Wuhou Temple (武侯词)&lt;/a&gt;. Having been to it on my  &lt;a href=&quot;http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2005/08/roof-of-world-part-xiv.html&quot;&gt;previous trip&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot;&gt;Chengdu (成都)&lt;/a&gt;, I had decided to give it miss. Afterall, entrance fees had gone up yet again. Damn capitalism. I headed for the  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orchard_Road&quot;&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot;&gt;Chengdu (成都)&lt;/a&gt;, Chunxi Road (春熙路).&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not that I wanted to shop but was looking for some gifts for my family members, upon confirming their request. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In fact, I had a hard time searching for them. I actually walked for 6 hours, including all the way back to the hotel! Half way through, my buddy finished his tour of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chinavr.net/sichuan/tn_whc.htm&quot;&gt; Wuhou Temple (武侯词)&lt;/a&gt;, took a cab to Chunxi Road (春熙路) to join me. Those damn &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.beijing2008.cn/spirit/symbols/mascots/n214067075.shtml&quot;&gt;mascots&lt;/a&gt;. Not all major departmental stores were selling them. After the 4th one and could not find what I wanted, headed back to where we had bought some of our gifts at the previous departmental store. We had to figure out our way back to the same departmental store. Once again, relying on our instincts and almost negative sense of direction, we just bashed ahead and bingo, we did managed to find it back. My buddy ended up buying more gifts for more people!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wondered how much distances I had walked over the 6 hours. And with that, we had finally came to the end of our trip. Made our way back to the hotel, tried the local bread for the last time, then had a quick bite before collecting our luggages from the hotel. Hopped onto the cab and made our way to the Airport. Nothing big hooha over there except that someone seemed to run into some problem. She had apparently lost her passport and boarding pass after checking in and when got stuck at the x-ray scanning section. Well, curious as we might be, we did not stayed on to find out the end result. Good luck to her, if she&amp;#39;s flying on the same flight as us. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, the interesting food for last night was rabbit waist (兔腰子).Tasted a little like liver but the taste were much lighter. Hopefully the next time round, I would get to eat the fragrance meat, not that I were dying for it but I just wanted to bring exotic stuffs.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye bye China, but believe me, I would be &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8895945902889761029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/8895945902889761029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8895945902889761029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8895945902889761029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/sichuan-part-2.html' title='Sichuan - Part 2'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-6855170841494845885</id><published>2007-10-13T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:15:11.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our 2nd last day, the seventeenth day, started without much of a plan, except we only knew we were going to fly back to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Chengdu (成都)&lt;/a&gt;. My friends wanted to buy me lunch, before sending me to the airport. In the end, he got held up at work until quite late. His german&amp;nbsp;tourists were complaining badly&amp;nbsp;about the lack of heater in their rooms. I&amp;nbsp;never knew&amp;nbsp;germans were that afraid of cold. I thought Germany was very cold as well.&amp;nbsp;So we&amp;nbsp;just had a quick bite across the street from the hostel before rushing to the airport.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We reached &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chengdu (成都)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;without much hiccups except for my little hiccup of forgetting to place some of my airplane&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;forbidden&lt;/em&gt; items into my checked in luggage. Thought of saving a little moolah by staying in a hostel. Took a airport bus to the city, then took a cab from within the city to the hostel. What I did not expect was the lack of room when I arrived. When I called them from the airport, they actually had room, but by the time we arrived, all the rooms where taken up in that&amp;nbsp;1 hours! Arghz! The reception send us on our way to another youth hostel near the area but without giving us a proper direction. So ended up on a slight wild goose chase, kept getting redirected by the locals to somewhere else. Ended up at a 2-star hotel. They actually had a twin room for 40Y but without a bathroom and 100Y for one with a bathroom. We decided to pamper ourselves on our last night here in China, so we took up the room with the bathroom.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So once again, after settling our luggages, we went out to hit the street. Started walking in a randomly selected direction, we ended up at a buddhist&amp;nbsp;temple which surrounded it were rows of 2 stories ancient looking building which sells food and stuffs. Its either a tourist spot of some sort&amp;nbsp;or some kind of more expensive food for the locals to spend their moolah on during the weekend. Tried some of the food found there. There was&amp;nbsp;one that display Goose Egg (天鹅蛋). Was debating with myself if&amp;nbsp;I should tried that.&amp;nbsp;Was calculating the amount of colesterol in it, and finally given in to my desire to taste exotic food. Damn, when did I became so health conscious?&amp;nbsp;And I felt  &lt;em&gt;conned&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp;Its actually deep fried flour with some sesame on the outside. Arghz! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then we continued&amp;nbsp;walking until we thought we lost sight of where we&amp;nbsp;were going.&amp;nbsp;I only had a general direction of where our hotel&amp;nbsp;was supposed to be.&amp;nbsp;Anywhere&amp;nbsp;we just continue&amp;nbsp;walking until we came across a big departmental store. Ended&amp;nbsp;inside it shopping for&amp;nbsp;some gifts for some friends, and looking for the  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.beijing2008.com/37/03/column211990337.shtml&quot;&gt;Beijing 2008 Olympic Games&amp;nbsp;mascots&lt;/a&gt; dolls for a colleague. And&amp;nbsp;after we left the departmental store, we tried to find our way back to the hotel and we ended up&amp;nbsp;in the direction, and then we finally came across that youth hostel that we were supposed to go as directed by the previous hostel! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We had the local steamboat for dinner. Its was flaming hot and&amp;nbsp;numbing to the mouth. Almost could not take it anymore but we were closing to finishing our food already. For the 1st time I did not&amp;nbsp;finish the plate of pomfret I ordered.&amp;nbsp;Their pomfret was very small compared to those we ate in Sillypore. I tried the Harbin beer but found it no big deal. The beef was very nice though. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And with that, we ended up at an internet cafe to finish off our seventeenth day and final night in China.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6855170841494845885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/6855170841494845885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/6855170841494845885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/6855170841494845885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/sichuan-part-1.html' title='Sichuan - Part 1'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-3509672120506866719</id><published>2007-10-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:08:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qinghai - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was very very cold right now due to the raining for the past month. In fact I had put on 4 layered of clothes. After breakfast, we headed to  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E8%B4%B5%E5%BE%B7%E5%8E%BF&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Guide (贵德)&lt;/a&gt;. We scaled to the base of Laji Mountain (拉鸡山). It was snowing up there, with the summit covered in snow. I had finally seen my  &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; snow! Went out to take some photos and felt the snowflakes fell onto my face and melted away. Even used the snow to wash my hands though it left it a little frozen after that. Along the way to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E8%B4%B5%E5%BE%B7%E5%8E%BF&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Guide (贵德)&lt;/a&gt;, we came across &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_River&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Yellow River (黄河)&lt;/a&gt;. We reached &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E8%B4%B5%E5%BE%B7%E5%8E%BF&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Guide (贵德)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;shortly after. Went to visit Jade Emperor Temple (玉皇阁). Inside it was statues of many taoist deities. Even &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yue_Fei&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Yue Fei (岳飞)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guan_Yu&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Guan Yu (关羽)&lt;/a&gt; had theirs there too. Of course, the &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jade_Emperor&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Emperor of all deities (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;玉帝&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) had his there as well. Afterall, the temple was dedicated to him. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;After finishing the temple, we made our way back to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;. Along the way, we pass by Chengnan (成南), a new district that the real estate developer were trying to develop. A lot of residential housing were available and its relatively cheap but many of them were vacant. It was still some distance away from&amp;nbsp;  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;. Reminded me when&amp;nbsp;Sillypore Gahmen tried to get people to buy up HDB properties in Sembawang and&amp;nbsp;Sengkang back then. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Today is the breaking of their month long fasting of the islamic &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E5%9B%9E%E6%97%8F&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hui tribe (回族)&lt;/a&gt;. Their mosque should be pretty packed with  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E5%9B%9E%E6%97%8F&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hui&amp;nbsp;people (回民)&lt;/a&gt;. Along our way to and fro &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E8%B4%B5%E5%BE%B7%E5%8E%BF&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Guide (贵德)&lt;/a&gt;, could see quite a few number of people bringing their kids with them to do visiting for their new year. I guess we were a lot physically and mentally tired. So we reached back to our &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://www.tdyg-inn.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; hostel&lt;/a&gt; by 1500hrs. Dun feel like walking to the mosque to see the human mass orgy. So took a break, staying inside the hostel, relaxing away by surfing the net and watching The IT Crowd Season 2. Afterall, going to be flying back to Sillypore in another 2 more days, and thinking of the mountain of works waiting back in the office was sending the shiver down my spine. Sigh.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;After that we had dinner by roaming the food alley (小吃街). Had some BBQ squid and pork ribs, and finally tried the ancient candy (冰糖葫芦). Its actually maltose poured over their particular plum or peach type stuff. Now they actually pour the maltose over fresh fruits or dried fruits. And after dinner, we ended our sixteenth day of no excitement.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3509672120506866719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/3509672120506866719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/3509672120506866719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/3509672120506866719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/qinghai-part-2.html' title='Qinghai - Part 2'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-4082666896912446144</id><published>2007-10-11T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:58:24.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qinghai - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First time we dun have to wake up in the middle of the night to get to our destination. We reached &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanzhou&quot;&gt;Lanzhou (兰州)&lt;/a&gt; at around 0914hrs. Bought our tickets to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot;&gt; Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at 1010hrs but the train was delayed till 1040. Also our first time not taking the sleeper compartment. The hard seater tickets were not allocated seats like those of sleepers. We had to fight our way through the available hard seater compartment looking for seats. The &amp;quot;No Smoking&amp;quot; sign seemed to be useless, and even the passengers just spat on the floor. The train was supposed to be  &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt; train but it kept stopping midway from the station. Dun look that fast to me. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Finally reached &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at 1500hrs. Since it was the final destination, we took our time to get off the train. No point in squeezing with those passengers who seems dying to get off the train. Finally met my friends outside the station. Took a cab to one of their friend&amp;#39;s operated hostel.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tdyg-inn.com/&quot;&gt;Sunshine Pagoda&amp;nbsp;Hostel&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Lovely place. Nice environment, nice staff. It was located near the main shopping street in &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;. Since we had another hour and a half to kill before meeting the friends for dinner, we did our usual walkaround. Trying their local self made potato chips. Very hot and spicy, cheap and nice. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Had dinner at a rather famous local muslim restaurant. Then headed back to the hostel. Luckily I checked my email, only to discover my flight back to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot;&gt;Chengdu (成都)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; was cancelled due to bad weather. Had to postpone our flight to saturday afternoon. Only after I agreed to the change did I realised that the air ticket price had been reduced by another 100Y! Damn. My itinerary was fixed by the friend. Due to the additional time in  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;, the original itinerary had been changed. With that ended my fifteenth day in China.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4082666896912446144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/4082666896912446144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/4082666896912446144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/4082666896912446144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/qinghai-part-1.html' title='Qinghai - Part 1'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-2905730871122946014</id><published>2007-10-11T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:40:43.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gansu - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Twelfth day started at 0314hrs, as I had stated in my last entry. After alighting from the train, we made our way to the exit, forgetting to make our next train ticket purchase, from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Dunhuang (敦煌)&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanzhou&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Lanzhou (兰州)&lt;/a&gt;, As we made our way out of the train station, there were already few hasslers around, looking for people to take their cab. Anyway, we just randomly selected one driver and went with him, getting him to help us find a 2-star hotel, as usual. The 1st one we went to was full, so we headed to the one across the street which got a room, but ended up we had to pay for 2 nights, since the time we checked in was considered as previous night. Damn hotel! And worse, the shower ran on solar power, so no hot water until later in the morning. So we only did some wiping before heading to bed.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Woke up at 1100hrs and still felt the coldness in the air! The windows to the room was not closed, so the whole room had dropped to below your standard aircon room temperature. And to make matter worse, there was NO HOT WATER at all! It happened to be a dark cloudy day with almost no sun. So its was very cold out there. We had to put on 3 layers of clothes. With my running noses, my resistances to coldness had dropped a fair bit.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apparently there was no public bus to the local tourist spots. So after settling our lunch with one of the local restaurant, we called the driver who picked us up earlier in the morning to bring us to the local sights. So in the end, we decided on going to 3 just sights, skipping Wei  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indopedia.org/Jin_Dynasty_%2528265-420%2529.html&quot;&gt;Jin&lt;/a&gt; Tomb (魏&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indopedia.org/Jin_Dynasty_%2528265-420%2529.html&quot;&gt;晋&lt;/a&gt;墓). We started with &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiayuguan_Pass&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; JiaYuGuan Fort (嘉峪关关城)&lt;/a&gt;. Quite a big place. After seeing castles in Wales some years back, I ought to see a chinese Fort. The fort was decorated with a man-made lake and museum around it. The inside of the fort retained most of its original style and this fort is an important fort back then, protecting the China&amp;#39;s border due to its strategic location. We spent more time in it&amp;nbsp;than expected. There was even an archery area, where tourists got to shoot arrows down at the straw dummy from the top of the fort. As usual, it was not free but its relatively cheap, at 1Y per arrow. There was also a  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guan_Yu&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;GuanYu&lt;/a&gt; Temple (&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E5%85%B3%E5%B8%9D%E5%BA%99&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; 关帝庙&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;inside the fort too. There was a legend saying that a great man calculated the building of the fort to great accuracy that at the end of the construction, only one brick was left. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;After that, the 2nd sight was a part of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Wall_of_China&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Great Wall&lt;/a&gt;. We got to climb till the end of it. A few hundreds steps later, we were at the end of whatever was left of this part of the&amp;nbsp; &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Wall_of_China&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Great Wall&lt;/a&gt;. The climb up was a little unbearable. With a running nose and ice cold wind for companionship, it did took a fair bit of labour to get to the top. With each step I took, I was asking myself why was I paying moolah to put myself through such labour. At the top, we were rewarded with a bird&amp;#39;s eye view of the city. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The 3rd sight was the 1st sector of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Wall_of_China&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Great Wall&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(第一墩). It was the 1st section because it started from the end of the cliff. Frankly, only one small section of it was left and give it another couple more years, or decades, it will probably disappeared, with the erosion of nature. The cliff was by a gorge, which will slowly &amp;quot;eat&amp;quot; away the cliff. At this sight, we got to see an underground cave. It was purly man-made that contained fossil skeletons on the wall, and underground excavation sealed with glass floor for viewing, and a gallery that extended out of the cliff, having a good better view of the gorge beneath it. There were cable car service that brought paying tourist to the opposite end of the cliff. It was a single seater swing like seat. I&amp;#39;m sure one can felt the adrenaline rush while sitting alone, gliding across the gorge with no protection around you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Slightly further away from the underground cave was a filming site. Its was constructed like an ancient army camp. We wondered around the camp with the cold wind freezing us. There was a bridge across the gorge to another filming site which was constructed like an ancient home, with well too. Looked exactly like those in a period drama. Crossing the bridge did gave me the adrenaline rush, with the chilling wind around me and the fast rushing but not huge enough river roaring beneath me. The bridge did swing with each step I took. Its about 100m - 150m across. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With that ended our sightseeing in &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiayuguan&quot;&gt;JiaYuGuan (嘉峪关)&lt;/a&gt;. We got the driver to send us to the bus station to get our tickets for &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Dunhuang (敦煌)&lt;/a&gt;. Along the way, he pointed out there were restaurants that sell fragrance meat (香肉), which was actually dog meat. Sound exotic enough, I would not mind trying that but it was too far from our hotel and I could not remember the there. We ended eating at this famous bun restaurants called  &lt;a href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E7%8B%97%E4%B8%8D%E7%90%86%E5%8C%85%E5%AD%90&quot;&gt;Gou Bu Li (狗不理)&lt;/a&gt;which literally meant dog dun care. After dinner we headed for the nearby internet cafe, after which we walked to their night market. It was a little boring compared to the bazaar at Xinjiang.&amp;nbsp;The day ended with NO HOT SHOWER! I normally went normal tap water at home but temperature below 20°and ice cold water, bathing in my current condition was a bad idea. We could only made do with kettle boiled water to wipe ourselves. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thirteenth day started with a mad rush. We headed to the nearby train station to get our &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dunhuang (敦煌) &lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanzhou&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Lanzhou (兰州)&lt;/a&gt; train tickets. Due to some miscommunication, I was issued the wrong tickets. Standing there to argue was a bad idea since we needed to get ourselves to the bus station for the trip to  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dunhuang (敦煌)&lt;/a&gt;. So I was directed to the next counter to cancel the tickets and made a new purchase. The line was a little long with certain people having priority queue and computer hiccup. In the end its 10mins rush to the bus station.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The ride was uneventful, taking nearly 6 hours. We reached &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dunhuang (敦煌)&lt;/a&gt; at about 1500hrs and a lady started hassling us to get a cab for the famous  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogao_Caves&quot;&gt;Mogao Grottoes (莫高窟)&lt;/a&gt;. There was no public bus to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogao_Caves&quot;&gt;Mogao Grottoes (莫高窟)&lt;/a&gt;. So in the end we took one of the cabs to city central which was actually only 2 streets away. The hotel we stayed was the most expensive so far. Most spacious but looked a little rundown. The toliet was a little flooded after bathing too. But this was the only one that provided each room with&amp;nbsp;cable TV! I tuned to latest movie channel and I&amp;#39;m looking at a movie I watched more than 10 years back! We took our shower without the hot water since the temperature in  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dunhuang (敦煌)&lt;/a&gt; was a little warm by the time we reached.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We went to MingSha Mountain (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; 鸣沙山) &lt;/font&gt;to climb the sand dunes and to view the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crescent_Lake&quot;&gt;Moon Crescent Lake (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;月牙泉)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. As we expected, the sights in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Dunhuang (敦煌)&lt;/a&gt; was among the most expensive for this trip. MingSha Mountain (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;鸣沙山)&lt;/font&gt; was a 5A site, like Tianshan Tianchi but more expensive. According to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Frommers-China-Complete-Jen-Lin-Liu/dp/0764597434/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-8746627-6717702?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1192112150&amp;amp;sr=8-1&quot;&gt; Frommer&amp;#39;s China guide&lt;/a&gt;, the climb up the dunes was some sweaty work. It was no kidding me. If you dun walk with controlled steps, a lot of energy was wasted. A step up, half a step sinking was going to happen, not to talk about my physique. Perspiring with chilling wind blowing was no fun.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With each step, the same thoughts ran through my mind. Why was I paying to suffer? But as always, the higher you climbed, the better the view got. Along the way, we could see people sitting along the side of the slope catching their breath. Some were playing with the sand, rolling in it. They were very fine sand. 2 ladies on the way down suggested to us to take off our shoes to enjoy the feel of the fine sand. Looking down at my boots, its not a good idea. There were shoes protective cover for rental, covering from kneel down to the floor. Its a good thing we came in our boots with gutters, so no sand could get in unless we sank to our waist.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;From the top, I really got an awesome view of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crescent_Lake&quot;&gt;Moon Crescent Lake (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;月牙泉)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, man-made lake as well as its surroundings. We hanged at the top for a while, enjoying the chilling breeze and the sweaty effort. One side of a particular dune was named the sliding slope. As the name suggested, tourists paid to sit on a float and slided down the slope. We chose to walk down the slope. Taking 1 last look at the surrounding so not to leave out anything else since I dun wish to climb up again, we made our way down.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We made our way to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crescent_Lake&quot;&gt;Moon Crescent Lake (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;月牙泉)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Its a naturally formed lake in the middle of the desert. A building was constructed next to it in the recent decades. The lake had been around for milleniums. Like the saying beautiful from far, far from beautiful. From far, the lake looked beautiful but close up, it looked disappointing. There were a lot of camels sitting around, waiting for their owners to get tourists to pay for the ride. Riding a camel in a desert looked so fun but my wallet refused to sponsor me. Sigh.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We left the place, taking the public bus back to town central. We then started our ritual walk around the town. We went looking for a place to eat donkey meat. I doubt I could try that in Sillypore. As usual, we ordered too much food again. We asked for small plate of yellow noodles but it looked like extra large in Sillypore term. Reminded me of the entrée spaghetti I had when I was in  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.australia.com/&quot;&gt;downunder&lt;/a&gt; 5 years back. Temperature dropped pretty fast in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dunhuang (敦煌) &lt;/a&gt; by night fall. We finally found our way to the main shopping street, somewhat of the Orchard Road in Sillypore. Went to the internet café to gather information on the train schudule from &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanzhou&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Lanzhou (兰州)&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;. Booked our airticket back to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot;&gt; Chengdu (成都)&lt;/a&gt; as well. And that ended our thirteenth day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We woke up early for the fourteenth day. Half a day at the famous &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogao_Caves&quot;&gt;Mogao Grottoes (莫高窟)&lt;/a&gt; was recommended. Our driver arrived earlier than we were ready.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogao_Caves&quot;&gt;Mogao Grottoes (莫高窟)&lt;/a&gt; was at least a 5A site, costing us 160Y each. If you are holding any China guide, if it is not the current year copy, the pricing in it are mostly outdated. It was a 10mins walk in the early coldness before reaching the entrance. All cameras and big bag had to be deposited at the free deposit counter. A chinese speaking guide was provided for free but it would have to wait a group to be formed. The thing was that each guide might show you a slightly different set of caves though the 3 main caves would always be part of the highlights.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There were 735 caves in &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogao_Caves&quot;&gt;Mogao Grottoes (莫高窟)&lt;/a&gt;, with 492 of those containing paintings and statues, out of which only 30-40 caves were opened to public. Each guide would show 8 - 10 caves, so we shall 10 + 1 caves. After we finished our guided tour, we were allowed to roam the place on our own. We came a group that went into a cave that we din see earlier, so we joined them. If we hanged around the place for a while more, we could see even more caves. But we had a time schedule to adhere to, so we could not stick around the caves all day. Photography were only allowed after stepping through the exit, from behind the fences. So a lot of moolah making opportunity for people outside the fences. They would take a photo of you from behind the fence while you were still inside. Photo to be collected after you exited.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the oldest caves we visited was more than 1500 years. At some caves, layered of paintings could be seen, due to different dynastic changes in fashion or repair works. Tang dynasty had done the best art, especially during the peak of the dynasty. The world 3rd largest buddha, but 1st for indoor buddha statue, was found here in cave 96. It rosed in rank because the previous 3rd and 4th was destroyed in... errrr I think Pakistan... by the extremists. That buddha was over 30m in height and 1 of the 3 main caves to see. First built during the Tang dynasty and repaired numerous times over the different dynasties. Inside the caves, one could see the layered floor tiles over the different dynasties. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The other one was the 2nd largest buddha in &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogao_Caves&quot;&gt;Mogao Grottoes (莫高窟)&lt;/a&gt;, which was over 20m, in cave 148. The final highlight was the sleeping buddha in caves 130. The inside of the caves was shaped like a coffin depicting buddha&amp;#39;s death at age of 80 years. 72 monk sculptures was added to the back of the buddha, each having a different facial expression depicting their different understanding of the buddha&amp;#39;s death. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the caves contained a sculpture that was said to be the Mona Lisa of the East. From one angle, when light was shone onto it, it was smiling and from another angle, it had a different smiling expression. And this was more than 1500 years old. In another cave, many of today&amp;#39;s fashion design of clothes were found on the wall paintings.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In another cave was a vast treasures of &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogao_Caves&quot;&gt;Mogao Grottoes (莫高窟)&lt;/a&gt; discovered. The cave was done up by a great monk. After his death, his disciples excavated a smaller cave within the same cave.&amp;nbsp; In it was the statue of great monk which the disciples done to be a memorial place of him. Some 200 years later, the local people that smaller cave to hide all their religious and treasured artifacts. The area was entering a warring time. They then sealed up the smaller cave. Another 800-900 years had passed before a  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wang_Yuanlu&quot;&gt;priest&lt;/a&gt; discovered the smaller cave while cleaning up the cave. He took some of the artifacts to sell. Slowly news spread about the treasures. Between 1904 - 1911, the germans, americans, russians, japanese and french came and bribed the priest with little moolah for the treasures inside. By the time the government took over the place, only 10000 artifacts were left compared to 50000 when the smallor caves were discovered. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His disciples believed that he had done great contributions to cave since he used the moolah gotten from the sales on artifacts and religious contributions to repair the cave. A plaque in memory of him was took up by the disciples in the but that plaque was now a reminder of his shame and treachery. After we exited from the caves area, we went around taking photos of whatever we could.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the way back to town for lunch, we detoured to a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indopedia.org/Northern_Wei_Dynasty.html&quot;&gt;Northern Wei&lt;/a&gt; Tomb (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indopedia.org/Northern_Wei_Dynasty.html&quot;&gt;北魏&lt;/a&gt;墓)&amp;nbsp;which was nearly 1800 years old. The tomb was discovered in 1981 only after they caught a tomb robber. He was only an accomplice. The main culprit was never caught. Almost everything was cleared out of the tomb, hence the owner of tomb was undeterminable. But based on the structure of the tomb, the owner was likely to be someone high up in the society hierarchy. The design of the tolnb was to make use of gravity to support itself. No cement was used at all. The tomb robber was very professional, knowing how to break into the tomb. Only the 4 corners of the roof was the possible way to break in. Removing a wrong brick would caused the tomb to collapse. It was said the real coffin of owner was to be found behind the wall painting found in the main room but no way to determine it. Removing that wall would caused the tomb to collapse. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the tomb visit, we went back to town for lunch. Had donkey and lamb dumplings, together with wanton soup. We then headed for the West Thousand Buddha Caves (西千佛洞). Its was deserted with no tourists when we visited. This place paled in comparison to  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mogao_Caves&quot;&gt;Mogao Grottoes (莫高窟)&lt;/a&gt;. A total of 16 caves with only 6 opened for public. Many sculptures were unfinished. Due to weather and earthquakes, most of the paintings were ruined but works from  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indopedia.org/Northern_Wei_Dynasty.html&quot;&gt;Northern Wei&lt;/a&gt; could be seen. It showed the refinement of the artists&amp;#39; styles and skills over the dynasties. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our final stop was at the Dunhuang ancient city (敦煌古城). It looked great and grand from the outside, similar to the  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiayuguan_Pass&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;JiaYuGuan Fort (嘉峪关关城)&lt;/a&gt;. Only after entering did we realized we got duped. Its was a filming location. Many dramas and movies, including from Hongkong, Japan and  &lt;a href=&quot;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Sea_God&quot;&gt;Korea&lt;/a&gt;, had used the set. We just did a quick tour around the place and left. We headed back to town and killed some time, arranging with the driver to picked us up at 1800hrs. As usual, we sat down in an internet café to kill time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The original driver we arranged with the day before could not pick us up for our day tour. Then the driver who came to pick us up at 1800hrs heading for the train station was another driver since the previous driver went to Liuyuan. With that we ended our adventures in Gansu. We paid the most expensive and cheapest entrance fees in  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dunhuang (敦煌)&lt;/a&gt;, together with the most expensive hotel stay for us. Our train would take us to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanzhou&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Lanzhou (兰州)&lt;/a&gt; where we would changed to another train to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xining&quot;&gt;Xining (西宁)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2905730871122946014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/2905730871122946014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/2905730871122946014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/2905730871122946014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/gansu-part-1.html' title='Gansu - Part 1'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-2363945000036996108</id><published>2007-10-09T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:46:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xinjiang - Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I was saying in my &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/xinjiang-part-5.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;last entry&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;we were&amp;nbsp;going to be visited 2 sites in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt;. Our 1st stop was the &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qizil&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves&lt;/a&gt;. It had a total of 330 caves with only ONE Buddha and we did not even get to see THAT Buddha in that  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qizil&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves&lt;/a&gt;. In&amp;nbsp;fact, only 8 caves were opened to the public, so we only saw 8 of them, and most of them are in pretty bad shape due to neglience, destroyed by Islamic fanatics, destroyed by local&amp;nbsp;villagers for the gold-plated painting or&amp;nbsp;paints as fertilizer,&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;stolen by german archeologist. In fact the lower caves, which were built around the 3rd to 5th century had already collapsed. It was quite a sad thing. A culture and history lost forever.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;In fact this driver was quite good. He noticed that I had a running nose, so he did not turn on the aircon the entire journey. Driving with the windows winded down was pretty common in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xinjiang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Xinjiang&lt;/a&gt;. However, the road condition was not good enough for such it. Along the way to the 2nd site, Tianshan Mysterious Grand Gorge (天山神密大峽谷), it&amp;nbsp;was an extremely dusty road. There were heavy construction going on, building another expressway.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We had our lunch at the foot of Tianshan Mysterious Grand Gorge (天山神密大峽谷). Its a little overpriced but still acceptable. We only had an hour and a half, at most,&amp;nbsp;since we need to rush back to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to catch our sleeper bus to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turfan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Turpan (吐鲁番)&lt;/a&gt;. We walked as quickly as we could, kepting looking at the watch to see how much time we were left with before we had to descend down the mountain. It was a uphill walk, and at times we had to scale some rocks, squeezed between narrow grooves, climb some steel ladders and stairs. The good thing was the return trip was a downhill rush, so needing only 1/3 of the time taken to way up. We were about to give up till we came across this couple that told us that the end was just ahead. So we decided to take a few more minutes to continue, deciding to do very very brisk walk with some short run on the way down.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;#39;m not sure if that was the original endpoint since it looked to me that there should be more passage upwards but due to a huge rock that collapsed down blocking the way. There was the signboard that tells all visitor that all were to stop at this point. At least I could say I had completed my walked through the Tianshan Mysterious Grand Gorge (天山神密大峽谷). With that, we started our mad dash downwards.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The driver decided to go a shortcut, which was about 20km shorter than the original route taken. The road travelled along the base of the mountain, and along the river. The road condition was poorer but much less dustier. We came to a point where we could see cars queuing. The 1st time that came across our mind was that it better not be jammed since we would be missing our sleeper bus to&amp;nbsp;  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turfan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Turpan (吐鲁番)&lt;/a&gt;. Luckily, it was only&amp;nbsp;a short wait, since there were some road blasting somewhere further up on the mountain. The road condition was indeed bad. There were some very big humps and holes&amp;nbsp;along the route. The driver had to drive very slowly just in case if the car got stucked. At some point, we even had to get out of the car to clear the holes.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We seems to be slightly ahead of time, so we stopped by a 3rd unplanned site, Subash Buddhist Temple Ruins. It was in very bad shape too. Hardly recognised it to be of any temple or monastry. In fact those in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/03/cambodia-day-2.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Angkor Wat&lt;/a&gt; were in much&amp;nbsp;better condition. And with that we reached at the bus station in time to catch our sleeper bus to our final destination in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xinjiang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Xinjiang&lt;/a&gt;. And that pretty much ended our ninth day adventure. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Our tenth day adventure started at the wee hours of the night. We reached &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E6%89%98%E5%85%8B%E9%80%8A%E5%8E%BF&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Tuokexun (托克逊)&lt;/a&gt; at 4am in the morning. We were woken up by the driver, again, and got out of the bus in the middle of nowhere. Took a cab from the bus stop to the bus station in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E6%89%98%E5%85%8B%E9%80%8A%E5%8E%BF&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Tuokexun (托克逊)&lt;/a&gt;. We dun felt like paying a night room for just a few hours of sleep. Just when we were thinking of taking a break by having a drink at the nearby restaurant, we were approached by a guy who were gathering people going down to  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turfan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Turpan (吐鲁番)&lt;/a&gt;. It was 10Y per person. No argument there and it was cheap compared to all the prices we had been paying for transportation. After an hour and a half of delay, the minibus was finally fully loaded and about to head off when someone from the local Petrol Squad stopped him. After some begging and persuasion, the lady  &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; refused to let him ferry us to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turfan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Turpan (吐鲁番)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;due his bus load of I had no idea what. Look to me to be some huge sacks of potatoes or carrots or onions and an empty LPG container!! In the end, he ferried us back to the bus station and swapped us to another minibus. After delayed again, we were moved from the 2nd minibus to the 3rd minibus! We finally moved off from the bus station at 0830hrs, as stated on the official bus ticket.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;About half hour later, we arrived at &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turfan&quot;&gt;Turpan (吐鲁番)&lt;/a&gt;. We gave the driver a call and he picked us up 5mins later. Got him to send us to a 2-star hotel. As usual, did our human waste dumping and hot shower before planning where to go. The driver recommended by Ho Sen was busy for the day. He got his younger brother to drive us around. Quite a handsome fellow, I must say. Like those taiwan teary Chongyao drama male lead, with a tint of foreign blood. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since we had booked his car for the entire day, we tried all the sights within the day. At the same time, we tried to get the elder brother to buy the train tickets to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiayuguan&quot;&gt; JiaYuGua (嘉峪关)&lt;/a&gt; for us. Since we had to get the tickets from an agency, there was a 50Y commissions per damn tickets. What to do, the train station was 54km from the city. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the way to our 1st sight, we drove past the Grape Valley (葡萄沟)&amp;nbsp;entrance which so&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;definitely was charging an entrance fee. Our driver told us that we woúld be coming back to the valley later, and going through another entrance which was free! Sound good to us. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We started with &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaochang&quot;&gt;GaoCheng ancient city (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;高昌故城)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A city established more than 2000 years ago but had fallen into disused over the centuries. As with that Subash Buddhist Temple Ruins that we seen in  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt;, it was in a pretty bad state. A sign stating an unknown shape of a building to be a buddhist monastery. Either 95% of the building had corroded with time or people back then in the region some 2000 years ago were petite in size. We got persuaded into taking the donkey cart. We were told by our driver that its was fairly huge and walking to the end is some 2km-3km. So we took a ride to the end and came back some 30mins later. It dun feel that far and what was that distance comparing to what we had been walking. Sigh. Tourist stupidity. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next on the list was &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flaming_Mountains&quot;&gt;Flaming Mountains (火炎&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;山&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;. There happened to have 2 entrances to it. The 1st had to pay the entrance fee. We drove past that and we could see several tour buses in the carpark. The latter entrance was free though the view was a little less grand, or rather it was a smaller part of it. We were fine with that. There was no one around, so we had the whole mountain for ourselves. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that we had over to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bezeklik&quot;&gt;Bezklik Thousand Buddha caves (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;柏孜克里千佛洞)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Again only a few caves were opened and they were mostly cleared out. We decided to hop over just for some quick photo shoot without going in. Seemed like the area where I wanted to snap could only be taken after going in. So we turned back to our next sight. Apparently they were building an amusement park or something near the caves, containing characters from the novel, Journey to the West. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuyoq&quot;&gt;Tuyoq&lt;/a&gt; after the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bezeklik&quot;&gt;Bezklik Thousand Buddha caves (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;柏孜克里千佛洞)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It had a four sections in it. Its own grand canyon, Uygur ancient folk settlement, Hojamu Tomb and Thousand Buddha caves! I was not expecting that many things at this sight. As we were walking through the settlement, we came across a group of people entering a house. So we followed them in and everyone started to take out their cameras and snapped away. Half way through, an old lady appeared out of nowhere and smile at us. She asked for some money for&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;photographing her place.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We then continued down the path looking for theThousand Buddha caves. Not sure how many caves were here but we saw four. We had to climb some couple hundreds of metres upwards before reaching the caves. As usual, most of the wall paintings had been gone with the centuries. On the way out, we thought we spotted the grand canyon but we did trekked it. We wanted to keep to our time schedule. We noticed some children playing by the path. One of them noticed us taking photo of them and started to pose for us. In fact they started fighting among themselves to be photographed. At the end of it, they asked me for moolah! Argh! I never seemed to learn my lessons! Took out a few 1Y notes to give some of them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We headed for the Grape Valley (葡萄沟) shortly after. We did not go through any gantry. The route was probably used by the locals. We just drove through some of the grape vineyard without stopping. It was some 15mins later that we stopped by a store inside the valley. Its a place with exorbitant prices for anything. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After lunch, we headed for our final sight, &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Ermin Minaret (苏公塔)&lt;/font&gt;. On the way there, we detoured a little to pick up the train ticket from the elder brother. After paying him and moving off, I noticed the timing on the ticket to be a little too early. Once again, we were screwed, arriving at&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiayuguan&quot;&gt;JiaYuGua (嘉峪关)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at 0314hrs. Damnit. Extra night of lodging for nothing. I could not possibly barked at the elder brother for getting tickets with too early a departure time.  &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Ermin Minaret&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(苏公塔) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;was a kind of memorial place for a local great man. We climbed up and down, up and down and we left. With that we ended our standard local sightseeing and headed back to the hotel. We made arrangement with the driver to fetch us to the train station tomorrow. Its more expensive than the minibus but saved us the hassle of taking a cab to the bus station and looked for the bus to the station for an unknown number of hours. Walking around with 20kg on your back was not enticing enough. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After an hour rest in the hotel, we started our walked around the city. We found the local bazaar and bashed through it, taking note of any local products to buy back. We just keep roaming the streets until night fall before heading to the night market for dinner. All the internet cafes we came across seemed to be closed for the day. I wondered if it was internet resting day. I knocked out pretty early hence ending our tenth day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We woked with a startled on the eleventh day. Wanted to wake up earlier to do our last shopping in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xinjiang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Xinjiang&lt;/a&gt; before heading for lunch, then looked for internet cafe to kill some time before heading to the train station. Ended up waking at close to noon. That left us with 3 hours. Headed back to the bazaar to get whatever we needed, then to a restaurant for a sumptuous lunch. The restaurant was not even ready for business. In the end, spent an hour and a half having our lunch, then walked back to the hotel to get ready for departure. The driver was late and it was not him who arrived but his friend. Apparently his wife was in hospital, either giving birth or something regarding him, his wife and baby. I could not seem to get a decent chinese response back from the friend. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The train was pretty spacious in fact. Quite liked it! The most expensive seat on the train would be the soft lower berth but we got the hard lower berth, which was just as good. So we remind ourselves to make sure that we get the same hard lower berth for our train ride from  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunhuang&quot;&gt;Dunhuang (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;敦煌)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanzhou&quot;&gt;Lanzhou (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;兰州)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, before switch over to Xining to meet that friend who helped me. And with that would be my last few hours in  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xinjiang&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Xinjiang&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;The only thing I&amp;nbsp;would be hating was getting off the train at 0314hrs.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2363945000036996108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/2363945000036996108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/2363945000036996108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/2363945000036996108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/xinjiang-part-5_09.html' title='Xinjiang - Part 5'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-8278471702779645410</id><published>2007-10-05T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:09:13.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xinjiang - Part 5</title><content type='html'>As I was mentioning on my last entry, we were taking this long hour sleeper bus from &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khotan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hotan (和田)&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luntai_County&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Luntai (轮台)&lt;/a&gt;. We board the bus at 1700 hours though the bus was some 20 minutes late. While it was trying to be late, which kind of surprise me since their long distance bus seemed to be almost always on time, we got to know this Canada french. He&#39;s been touring in China for more than 4 months and planning to stay for another 1.5 months more. Wished I had time and moolah like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This luxury bus that we took was really quite a luxury one. Everyone was in lying down position, provided with a blanket and pillow. 3 rows of about  10 berths each, consisting of upper and lower berth. The floor was laid with carpet. I was everyone taking a black plastic bag when they board the bus. Since I had no idea what to do with it, I decided to adopt the &lt;em&gt;monkey see monkey do&lt;/em&gt; mentality, taking one myself. As I was stepping through to get to my berth, the bus driver was shouting at me to take off my shoe! Now I knew why everyone was  taking the black plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the bus did not take us straight to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luntai_County&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Luntai (轮台)&lt;/a&gt;, We had to take a cab from bus stop at Lunan (轮安). The bus driver did woke us up, but not just us but the entire bus caused everyone was trying to make sense whom he was calling to get up. At 0500 hrs and got woken up abruptly, it was kind of a mad rush to pick up all of stuffs and got off the bus. With the freezing cold night, we had to accept whatever fare the cab driver was going to charge us.  Standing in the middle of nowhere, with cold wind blowing and minimum lights, bargaining for lower fare was not a fun idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get the cab driver to bring us to cheap hotel. After paying up, only then do we realise that we were to check out on the same day at 1100hrs since 0530hrs was still considered as &lt;em&gt;yesterday,&lt;/em&gt; though the reception gave us a bit of allowance that we could check out at 1400hrs. At  least we thought we could do some washing up after taking a short nap. Gues what? After we woke up at around 1030hrs, there was a water curfew and the staffs had no idea when water supply would be back! Huge waste of moolah and time. We should bought the direct bus ticket to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt; instead since we did check out ard 1130hrs and hired a car to fetch us to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt;. The only thing I saw at  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luntai_County&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Luntai (轮台)&lt;/a&gt; was that its a very dusty town, which I thought most of Xinjiang&#39;s towns and cities were dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car we hired brought us to the bus station, which we could get our bus ticket to our next destination at &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turfan&quot;&gt;Turpan (吐鲁番)&lt;/a&gt;. We decided to check into the hotel beside the bus station, which shared the same name as the one at  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khotan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hotan (和田)&lt;/a&gt;, called Traffic Hotel. But the one at &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turfan&quot;&gt;Turpan (吐鲁番) &lt;/a&gt; was the smaller room we had come across so far. Suddenly we felt so cramped up in the room, with so little space to throw our things around. But on the bright side, it had a PC in it with free internet access, so here I was typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to visit the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qizil&quot;&gt;Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves&lt;/a&gt; today so that we dun have to rush for  tomorrow&#39;s visit to a valley (天山神密大峽谷) near &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt;. However, the price charged by the cab was over our budget so we had to wait around to see if we could meet some other people who would be heading to the same place to share the cab. We got approach by a private car rental service whom had another 2 persons who wanted to visit the  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qizil&quot;&gt;Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves&lt;/a&gt; as well but wanted to hold back till tomorrow since they had only just arrived in &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt; today. So we were hoping to get in touch with the 2 fellows to see if they were interested to visit the valley. In fact I think the valley was a more worthy trip than than &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qizil&quot;&gt;Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves&lt;/a&gt; since there were &lt;strong&gt;several&lt;/strong&gt; thousand buddha caves in &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xinjiang&quot;&gt;Xinjiang&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spend the rest of the afternoon walking, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, in a general direction. Seems like a non-shopper like me ended up quite often in several of their departmental store here! But as we walked around since a 3km range from the hotel, there were some interesting buildings and places that we come across. As usual, there was a Quici Bazaar which consist mostly of restaurant. As I was mentioning to my travel mate that we had yet seen any local massage parlor, then did we notice one huge advertising board that was for food massage. The price look cheap too. A full packge for only 65Y, which I had no idea what it consist of. If the full package was taking more than an hour, I think its quite cheap. We walked into another area where the miniority groups trading area was, with street side stores selling dry food to fruits to cooked food. Bought some local dried tibits while we were there. In fact the owner saw me taking photography of his store, signalled for me to come over. Tried out his dried white date and sesame seed sugar coated peanuts. There was a brawling going on when we were there but I believe it would be very unwise to take out my camera at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our walk and head back to the hotel, stopping along the way for dinner. Inside the restaurant, saw this group of han chinese teenagers. They really looked and dressed horribly, and ordered plenty of food yet eating only little of it. Damn, after seeing so many exotic beauties around, I think the Han chinese were starting to look bad for me, especially those who dressed up like some rock punk. They looked really really ugly, minusing the dressing. Since we were unabled to get in touch with the driver who was supposed to confirm with us if we were going to be taking his car, I had to activate some relationship (关系) for help hoping to get cheaper rates. Gave my previous guide, whom I got to know during my &lt;a href=&quot;http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2005/07/roof-of-world.html&quot;&gt;Roof of the World&lt;/a&gt; trip, a call. He was a really good person with a lot of friends and business relationship around China. He got me in touch with a good friend who was in the travel business in &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xinjiang&quot;&gt;Xinjiang&lt;/a&gt;, whom got in touch with the &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt; local agency. A lady gave me a call and the price quote for a rental car was cheaper than I was willing to budget for. Lucky me, I guess. The road to the valley was under heavy construction, making it difficult to travel, so I would expect pricing to be higher for that part of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also made a call to a guy recommended by the fellow (Ho Sen) whose yurt we stayed in at &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tianchi&quot;&gt;Tianchi (&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;天山天池)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. According to Ho Sen, with a friend recommendation, we would be able to get a cheaper rate compared to just asking for the price on the street. The price he quote was fair enough for us, since we wanted to include in a place called &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuyoq&quot;&gt;Tuyoq&lt;/a&gt; which was further than the usual &lt;em&gt;8 sights&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turfan&quot;&gt;Turpan (吐鲁番)&lt;/a&gt;. In fact most travel guide books suggested skipping some of the &lt;em&gt;8 sights&lt;/em&gt;. Ho Sen suggested 3, namely Grape Gutter (葡萄沟）Gaochang ancient city (高昌故城), flaming mountain (火焰山). We shall plan what else we could see along the way since we had already booked the car for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to turn in to end my eighth day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8278471702779645410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/8278471702779645410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8278471702779645410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8278471702779645410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/xinjiang-part-5.html' title='Xinjiang - Part 5'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-583676929296843920</id><published>2007-10-03T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:13:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xinjiang - Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was China&amp;#39;s golden week starting today, which was my&amp;nbsp;fifth day here. The night before, there seems to be some massive celebration going on around all over China since it was their National Day. Today would be my last day in  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kashgar&lt;/a&gt;, after visiting the &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Kararul Lake&lt;/a&gt;. As I was saying, we got to know this couple at the airport whom we went together with to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Kararul Lake&lt;/a&gt;. It did help us to save 50% of a normal priced bus ticket. As the chinese saying goes, 在家靠父母,除外靠朋友 (when one is at home one depend on your parents, when one is outside one depend on friends). It was a good thing that we met this couple. Because of them, we made some changes to our original plan and they were for the better. We decided to leave on the same night, catching a night bus from  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kashgar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khotan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Hotan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There were some delays to our morning plan to visiting the &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kararul Lake&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently China chinese had to apply for a permit to visiting the  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kararul Lake&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;whereas foreigner like us just need to show our passport though the official at the outpost along&amp;nbsp;  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakoram_Highway&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;karakoram highway&lt;/a&gt; did take note of our details. Apparently China chinese can travel around within China without having to bring their passport, only their IC suffice. Come to think of it, we dun even need to show our IC when we go over to  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://www.sentosa.com.sg/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Sentosa&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/what_to_see/isles_of_singapore/pulau_ubin.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Pulau Ubin&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://http://sg.pagenation.com/sin/Pulau%2520Tembakuli%2520(Kusu%2520Island)_103.8608_1.2234.map&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Pulau Tembakuli&lt;/a&gt;. The taxi we hired seemed to be a very careful driver who was not very keen on speeding, so we were almost overtaken by most of the vehicles passing us. It was a four hours journey to the  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kararul Lake&lt;/a&gt;, which we might be able to cut down to 3 if he was to only exceed the speed limit!  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As I mention earlier, we were lucky to have change our plan to stay the night over at the &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kararul Lake  &lt;/a&gt;. I was so not overwhelmed by the scene. So many travel guide books mentioned that &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kararul Lake  &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was worth the journey there. If i taken the public bus, it would be a 6 hours ride, which was our initial plan since we wanted to journey on a budget. It seemed to be a one way journey to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tashkurgan&quot;&gt; Tashkurgan&lt;/a&gt;, the last chinese town before hitting Pakistan. So the return trip, we had to sit by the roadside and &lt;em&gt;hoping&lt;/em&gt; to catch the bus going back! And even luckier that we changed our mind about staying on the night in one of the yurts at  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kararul Lake&lt;/a&gt;. The peak season was over, lady winter was on her way to the place, so what should have been a huge peak of green grassland was nothing more than dried ground. However, from a distance you could see the local normads staying there. A little boy was trying to convince me to take a ride on his camel. As I talked to him, I learnt that they would be moving up to the mountain after lady winter had arrived. No shitting me! That was a minimum of below 30 degrees!  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The couple did went for some horse riding since the girlfriend was so enticed by the horse. Somehow they had such a happy time that they had forgotten they were suppose to go back to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Kashgar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to catch their night flight to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%9Cr%C3%BCmqi&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Urumqi&lt;/a&gt;. They were on a tighter schedule compared to us. Our last night bus was at 2130hrs compared to their flight at 2105hrs, and we dun need the 30 mins check-in period. We left  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kararul Lake&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at around 1800hrs. After the couple been breathing down the neck of the driver to rush them to the airport, which they din managed to in the end, the driver did speed up on the way back. Think they had to change to another airline to catch a 2210hrs flight out. And for us, after nearly 8 hours in the car, its another 9 hours on the bus. The journey felt like  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osim_International&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Osim&lt;/a&gt; massage chair. The only time the bus was not bumping on the road was then it stopped at one of the stops for passenger to alight.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We finally arrived at our destination at 0530hrs. Lucky for us, there was a 2-star hotel next to the bus station where we arrived. We checked into that place and did some cleaning up and head for bed. After catching a couple hours of decent sleep, we headed out to roam this small town, a town famous for jade, silk and carpet. We missed dinner the night since we were in a hurry to catch the last bus out&amp;nbsp;and together with breakfast this morning. We were famish by the time we headed out to start our day. We walked in the general direction of the Eastern Bus Station where we were supposed to be taking a bus to  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minfeng&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Minfeng (民丰)&lt;/a&gt;. Had our brunch at one of the local restaurant where we ordered a little too much food. Din expect the potion to be so huge. What we had ordered is probably enough for 4-5 person. We tried&amp;nbsp;our best but finish as much as we could but it was really too much. But I did love that dish of fish (回锅鱼). One whole fish chopped to pieces and&amp;nbsp;fried in  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chengdu&lt;/a&gt; spicy 麻辣 style for only 25Y! I could never get that kind of price back in Sillypore. Only problem I had with the dish was a little too many tiny bones.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It seems like there was no direct bus to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luntai_County&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Luntai (轮胎)&lt;/a&gt; from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minfeng&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Minfeng (民丰)&lt;/a&gt;. So we had to come back to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khotan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hotan (和田)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;after going to &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minfeng&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Minfeng (民丰)&lt;/a&gt;. So we decided to give that a skip and headed for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luntai_County&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Luntai (轮胎)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korla&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Korla&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kucha&quot;&gt;Kuqa (库车)&lt;/a&gt;. We had yet to decide which town to go next&amp;nbsp;but we did had some time, and if the good thing about backpacking. Afterall, we had already we regained 2 extra days by leaving  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kashgar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;earlier. After getting out of the bus station, we decided to try out their local bus services to get to the carpet factory. Their bus had little seats with a lot of room for standing. There was a bus conductor who would issue ticket when paying for the fare, and collected back&amp;nbsp;the ticket after getting off the bus. It seemed to me that they dun use the buzz for the bus to stop. You tell the conductor and she (so far only seen female conductors) would shout at the bus driver to stop.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For some unknown reasons, we seemed to alight at a location that show no indiction of where the carpet factory was. Had to check with a local, to only realised it was some 500m down a dusty road to the&amp;nbsp;carpet factory.&amp;nbsp;Wait, the whole  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xinjiang&quot;&gt;Xinjiang&lt;/a&gt; was dusty. I guess sand and dust was their middle name. There seemed to have no security guard around. We just walked into the factory, standing outside a glass room where the girls were working on the carpet. One of them noticed us standing outside for a while, before indicating to us to come in! Seemed like they could bring their toddler to work as well. And inside the glass room, there were some exotic beauty. How nice. Eye candy for me :-P &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Shortly after, we were thinking of walking in a general direction of a silk or dunno what factory. A recommendation from the reception at our hotel. However upon seeing the returning bus, we changed our mind and ran after the bus to head back to town central. On the way out, the bus passed by this river (I think it was the river though it looked like its drying up, probably due to the season) with a lot of people on the bed, looking for something. Probably this was where they picked the famous 和田玉(hetian jade). We&amp;nbsp;alighted&amp;nbsp;nearby to one of the local mosque, which dun look impressive compared to the one seen at  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kashgar&lt;/a&gt;. Then we went over to the local bazaar area, and I saw someone selling that ancient sweet candy (冰糖葫芦). I was very tempted to try this but&amp;nbsp;I dun trust the amount of dust in the air!  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;On the way back to the hotel, we stopped over at this store where local bread-like pizza base staff, which I think was called nang, was made on the spot. We walked past the store earlier in the day, standing there taking photos of them. The people working there and standing around seemed to be fascinated with us.&amp;nbsp;The female boss(I think) recognised us and signalled to us if we were buying. She attended to us pretty fast, and there was quite a queue. I guess that bread collected some dust on our way back to the hotel. Life was pretty much like this over here. If you got a pretty weak stomach, coming down here might be a bad bad idea for you. We bought some local satay-like stuff back to the hotel for dinner. That pretty much end our day 6. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Day 7 was a very relaxing day. Since we cannot figure out how to get to this river where the local did their fishing, we decided to just walk in another general distance and looked at whatever we would see&amp;nbsp;on the street. We were leaving for  &lt;a onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luntai_County&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Luntai (轮胎)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on a luxury bus, which we bought the most expensive ticket and I hoped it was&amp;nbsp;worth it,&amp;nbsp;at 1700hrs. Travelling too far might be a bad idea. More exotic beauty as well. Inside one of the departmental store, we heard some Chinese and Western Pop music sung in local dialect. I wonder if they were paid royalties. Think I would be going back to the same store again to buy the bread stuff one last time before boarding the bus. It was nice and fragrance. I might get to eat it warm again. Most of the people buy in bulk and nang could be stored away for a long time since the humidity level was very low here. The bus would be going through the  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taklamakan&quot;&gt;Taklamakan Desert&lt;/a&gt;, so that would be a ride of more than 10 hours. I doubt they will be stopping over in the desert unless there where stores or toilet break in the desert. I doubt. I really doubt. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/583676929296843920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/583676929296843920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/583676929296843920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/583676929296843920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/10/xinjiang-part-4.html' title='Xinjiang - Part 4'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-2231696388090769842</id><published>2007-09-30T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:20:20.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xinjiang - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Without whatever remaining time I had left,&amp;nbsp;I must say that xinjiang is full of beauty. Exotic beauty. If you are one who was into mixed blood or Eurasian looking beauty, there are way too many such eye candies here! Think this is the 1st time I&amp;#39;m getting my eyeful of eye candy on a holiday.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;MUWAHAHAHAHA I&amp;#39;m such a sucker at that :-P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2231696388090769842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/2231696388090769842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/2231696388090769842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/2231696388090769842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/09/xinjiang-part-3.html' title='Xinjiang - Part 3'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-3151690308188209264</id><published>2007-09-30T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:14:23.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xinjiang - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We&amp;nbsp;woke up in the yurt on Day 3, seriously felt like&amp;nbsp;almost&amp;nbsp;frozen to death, in the&amp;nbsp;yurt up on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tianchi&quot;&gt;heavenly mountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We went up a little unprepared. It was an amazing experience up here, and we were probably going to be repeating the experiences at  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot;&gt;Karakul Lake&lt;/a&gt;, missusing the climb up. After having our breakfast, we made our way down the mountain to catch the public bus to fukang (阜康), where we would be switching to another bus to get back to  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%9Cr%C3%BCmqi&quot;&gt;Urumqi&lt;/a&gt;. Took a cab straight to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.travelchinaguide.com/attraction/xinjiang/urumqi/museum.htm&quot;&gt;Xinjiang Regional&amp;nbsp;Museum&lt;/a&gt;. The highlight of it was to see the mummified Loulan beauty (楼兰美女). After that, we headed back to our hotel to take a short break and wash ourselves before heading for dinner and the International Grand Bazaar,&amp;nbsp;also commonly known as Erdaoqiao Bazaar (二道桥巴扎). Eating those street side food stalls was a good way to experience the local cusine, in a much cheaper way. I believed we still get to pay more than we should be paying for the claypot noodles but the rest of the other food was still good. And with that comes the end of day 3. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We had to catch an early flight to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot;&gt;Kashgar&lt;/a&gt; on Day 4. Met this couple on the bus to the city, asking us if we were going to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot;&gt; Karakul Lake&lt;/a&gt;. He&amp;nbsp;was checking&amp;nbsp;with us if we&amp;nbsp;were interesting in sharing the cost with him in&amp;nbsp;hiring a cab or booking a private&amp;nbsp;car to get us to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot;&gt;Karakul Lake&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;However, after he got some information about the coldness at  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot;&gt;Karakul Lake&lt;/a&gt;, he might not want to stay for the night up there. Apparently he is in the travel industry based in Beijing, so he managed to get a slightly cheaper rate at this 2-star hotel which happened to be at an ideal location for us. The hotel was just opposed to the Regional Bus Station where we would be taking our bus to  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karakul_Lake&quot;&gt;Karakul Lake&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khotan&quot;&gt;Hotan&lt;/a&gt;, which was our next destination. Save us the trouble of lugging our luggage around. Apparently over here at  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot;&gt;Kashgar&lt;/a&gt;, their official timing was 2 hours behind Beijing time, which was GMT +8. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;With one whole day ahead of us, we get to visit the bazaar, rather the &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; bazaars they had it here. The livestock bazaar was an interesting trip with some nice photos, but at the same time, a very very dusty one too. Then they have the  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gluckman.com/Kashgar.html&quot;&gt;Sunday Bazaar&lt;/a&gt; which was&amp;nbsp;a rather famous thing over here in &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot;&gt;Kashgar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apak Hoja Mazzar&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href=&quot;http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E9%A6%99%E5%A6%83&quot;&gt;香妃&lt;/a&gt;墓) was one of the place of interest to visit in &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashgar&quot;&gt;Kashgar&lt;/a&gt;. We got &lt;em&gt;conned&lt;/em&gt; into visiting the orchard as well as the tiny room of antiques. 艾提尕尔清真寺 was another place of interest over here. We seemed to be able to finish our targetted sites to visit on the 1st day. Looked like we might be able to recover an extra day, and that might gave us the option of visiting  &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiayuguan&quot;&gt;Jiayuguan&lt;/a&gt; (嘉峪关) or &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korla&quot;&gt;Korla&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;库尔勒&lt;/font&gt;). My time over at the internet cafe was almost up. Time&amp;nbsp;for me to get my dinner, and see what celebration they were having at the People&amp;#39;s Park for National Day tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3151690308188209264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/3151690308188209264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/3151690308188209264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/3151690308188209264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/09/xinjiang-part-2.html' title='Xinjiang - Part 2'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-4053143881950436668</id><published>2007-09-29T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:29:09.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xinjiang - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here I am, blogging away in an internet cafe in here &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%9Cr%C3%BCmqi&quot;&gt;Urumqi&lt;/a&gt;! Oh yeah, I have started on my holiday. A holiday that actually gave me a lot of pressures. I haven&amp;#39;t done any backpacking since I got back from Europe/UK in 2004. The only booking I did were my air tickets. Other than that, the rest was going to be  &lt;em&gt;on faith&lt;/em&gt;. Did I mention that I never really had any faith on any religon?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Had tons of work to rush before I start on my holiday. Everyone was seriously pressurizing me to get work done. It was starting to look like my holiday was a whole bad idea. Actually it looked bad at work because I will be gone for more than 2 weeks! And in fact, these two weeks, something critical was going on in the office. It had been a long time since everyone in the office was working on a high pressured environment. The bosses were making a&amp;nbsp;lot of demand and setting deadly deadline.&amp;nbsp;Ok, I&amp;#39;m not supposed to be talking about work. -zip- &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And yeah, my holiday really did started with a bad day. The flight was delayed due to the heavy rain on thursday morning. Probably its a CAT1 thunderstorm. We only had 2 hours to reach &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cdairport.com/cdairport/en_front/index.jsp&quot;&gt; Chengdu Shuangliu Airport&lt;/a&gt; and change to a connecting flight to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%9Cr%C3%BCmqi&quot;&gt;Urumqi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and we were delayed for an hour due to the bad weather. Just when we thought we might stil be able to catch a 100m dash through the airport to pick up our luggages and check-in within 45 mins, the plane got delayed due to technical issues! THEY MUST BE SHITTING ME. I called a colleague to check for me on doing claims on air ticket charges due to flight delay. After a conversation on the phone and a&amp;nbsp;few sms later, her reply came back last with  &lt;em&gt;probably god want you to stay back for the unfinished work&lt;/em&gt;. #$#^&amp;amp;@*%$^#&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;In the end, we arrived at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cdairport.com/cdairport/en_front/index.jsp&quot;&gt;Chengdu Shuangliu Airport&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at 1540hrs to catch my 1340hrs connecting flight. I guess some god up there might be watching out for me since we managed to get the next connecting flight at 1640hrs&amp;nbsp;on the airline that caused us our delay. We almost couldn&amp;#39;t get the ticket since those seats are fullfare whereas the one I paid for on  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cs-air.com/cn/index.asp&quot;&gt;China Southern Airline&lt;/a&gt; was discounted price. Oh, by the way, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.airchina.com.cn/&quot;&gt;Air China&lt;/a&gt; caused my delay. I finally arrived at &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%9Cr%C3%BCmqi&quot;&gt; Urumqi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;after 2000hrs and hired a taxi to fetch us to the city to look for a lodging. A 2-stars was my intention since I&amp;#39;m not&amp;nbsp;a big believer of staying in luxurious rooms. Just roamed near the hotel to look for dinner and some water supply. And that ended my 1st day of my holiday.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Next morning, we were on a little mad rush to get to the 人民公园 (renmin gongyuan) to get our ticket to 天山天池 (tianshan tianchi, heavenly mountain heavenly lake). Our intention was to climb our way up, which was more than 2000 metres high, and stayed in one of the local yurt available up there on the mountain by the lake for the night. We did managed to climb our way up, though with quite a bit of effort. Frankly, it did not exactly taken my breath away. Guess after seeing quite a few lakes during my journey to the Roof of the World back in 2005, lake scene was starting to wane on me. Moreover, I&amp;#39;m pretty upset with the fact that my lens was giving me major problems! The shutter on the lens was failing on me!!!! Photos I had taken either turn out over or under exposed. It really really make my day badddddd. So friends out there waiting to see my documentary photos, this time round I might had to disappoint you guys a little.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There was this taoism temple beside the lake and we had to pay to enter it. Well, we did entered it and well, I almost got &lt;em&gt;conned&lt;/em&gt;. It would be so unlike me if I dun get conned on a holiday. So there appeared to be a grand ceremony just about 2 months ago, and for some fate related reasons, some of the temple&amp;#39;s top priests were giving  &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; consultation for 有缘人(man with fate). We were among the 有缘人 to get to see the priest. When it was my turn to go in, the priest started telling me my character and fortune without asking me what was my wish(es) (I had a lot though). And came the purpose of the whole  &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; consultation. I&amp;#39;m running into bad luck now and I should do something about it. So they offer to do something for me for a price. I tried to look like I&amp;#39;m really considering it but couldn&amp;#39;t quite afford it (which was also pretty much the truth). Then he offered that I could do half the ritual first and finish it it up later! This was probably the funniest thing I heard. Once again, I had to reject with earnest. Muwuahahahha! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Our host came into our yurt to ask if we wanted to watch some performance by the lake. Initially we thought it was their local dance and drinking session. That would most be fun to attend. My buddy and I took our gears and followed our host to the performance. It turned out to be something of a world tour of a concert of&amp;nbsp;the different cultures in China&amp;nbsp;and Mid-autum festival celebration as well. 30 minutes later, we were bored. Commoner like us dun get to see it up close. We had to watch it from the top of a hill while the VIPs gathered at the bottom, with meals served to them. We left the concert soon after and head back to the yurt. We were so unprepared for staying up on the mountain, where I had enough reasons to believe that the temperature to near zero or even below it. My hands was numbing! I could almost not feel my fingers and the sleep was not sound. Waking up every now and then due to too much cold. My lips were cracking and bleeding. My face felt numb too. All in all, it was still an experiences worthy a try but must come prepared 2 days later, where we are going to be staying for a night at the Karakul Lake which was much colder and above 4000 metres! GOD BLESS ME. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4053143881950436668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/4053143881950436668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/4053143881950436668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/4053143881950436668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/09/xinjiang-part-1.html' title='Xinjiang - Part 1'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-8301834232539893801</id><published>2007-09-12T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:05:52.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry our daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2005/06/buy-me-chio-chio-mei-mei.html&quot;&gt;Remember back a long time ago&lt;/a&gt;, someone even asked me if I will ever go to something like mail-order bride type of stuffs. And then someone send me this  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.marryourdaughter.com&quot;&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Hey, they got some cute &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; there. Did I mention they are &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;chicks&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if that classified you as paedophile. The question I popped back to the person who sent me that link was  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;was that marry or buy&lt;/span&gt;??? Come on, there IS a price tag on it! Oh well, I can&amp;#39;t afford most of them unless they accept credit card interest-free installment payment plan. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8301834232539893801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/8301834232539893801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8301834232539893801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8301834232539893801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/09/marry-our-daughter.html' title='Marry our daughter'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-8652617368395359096</id><published>2007-08-27T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:13:33.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating of the iPhone</title><content type='html'>One hell of a &lt;a href=&quot;http://dallas.craigslist.org/ele/406797608.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; onclick=&quot;return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)&quot;&gt;cheating&lt;/a&gt;! I wonder how much is that guy selling it for? Of course, we maybe never be certain is the whole thing is true to its words.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone of you interested in getting an &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.apple.com/iphone/&quot;&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt;?????? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[via &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.gawker.com/%7Er/gizmodo/full/%7E3/148650851/no-good-cheating-girlfriends-iphone-for-sale-293584.php&quot;&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8652617368395359096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/8652617368395359096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8652617368395359096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8652617368395359096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/08/cheating-of-iphone.html' title='Cheating of the iPhone'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-6892098612984404853</id><published>2007-08-24T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:26:12.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal?</title><content type='html'>Got a call just after my lunch, while walking back to the office. I wasn&#39;t paying much attention on the call. Just heard something like &lt;i&gt;I&#39;m calling from xxx xxx from MediaCorp xxxx&lt;/i&gt;. 1st thing that jumped into my mind is, can those telemarketing company use the name &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediacorp.sg/index.php&quot;&gt;MediaCorp&lt;/a&gt;?  Must be trying to sell me some credit services &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. Just when I&#39;m about to switch off my mind, I heard the one-way conversation went like &lt;i&gt;you are selected to come down for an audition&lt;/i&gt; .... Audition? I had to think hard again. So I had to ask them what audition. Oh so its that! A while back, I signed up to take part in the audition for &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dealornodeal.com.sg/&quot;&gt;Deal Or No Deal&lt;/a&gt;. And now they had decided to start auditioning people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came as a total surprise since I had so forgotten about it. Hey, my mind dun revolved that 250k. But damn, I had to wake up damn early at 9.30am to go down. If you had known me enough or read enough from my blog, I&#39;m not exactly a person who believe in &lt;i&gt;early bird gets the worm&lt;/i&gt; unlike got free hello kitty.  No. I&#39;m kidding. I wondered if I can finish the audition and get back to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.esplanade.com/&quot;&gt;Durian Building&lt;/a&gt; in time to watch the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.burnthefloor.com/floorplay/index.html&quot;&gt;FloorPlay&lt;/a&gt;. And some more in the morning, its the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ironman703singapore.com/&quot;&gt;Ironman Triathlon&lt;/a&gt;. My area is part of the route. Damn. I hate it. Why the hell did most of these marathon ran passed my place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, back to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dealornodeal.com.sg/&quot;&gt;Deal Or No Deal&lt;/a&gt;. As promise to some friends, if I had managed to win some tens of grands from the show, I&#39;m going to be sponsoring some of their dive gears. Good luck to them. Good luck to me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6892098612984404853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/6892098612984404853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/6892098612984404853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/6892098612984404853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/08/deal.html' title='Deal?'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-3105647139271593449</id><published>2007-08-23T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:04:19.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&quot;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&quot;&gt;Read that &lt;a href=&quot;http://microsoft.com/&quot;&gt;M$&lt;/a&gt; lost quite a bit of a fortune on those &lt;a href=&quot;http://yahoo.brand.edgar-online.com/fetchFilingFrameset.aspx?FilingID=251804&amp;amp;Type=HTML&quot;&gt;pieces of papers&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, I guess no one expected that &lt;a href=&quot;http://apple.com/&quot;&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; to bounce back all of a sudden. I remember a long time ago, &lt;a href=&quot;http://apple.com/&quot;&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; was seriously in deep shit, before Steve &quot;wonder&quot; Jobs &lt;a href=&quot;http://apple.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://infolab.stanford.edu/pub/voy/museum/pictures/display/4-5-apple.htm&quot;&gt;rejoined &lt;/a&gt;Apple back in 1996. &lt;a href=&quot;http://apple.com/&quot;&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; was an almost unknown name in the world unless you are in the design field or you were such a nerd. Since the launch of iMac in 1998, Apple started to take the world by storm. Where I was working back then, I had people asking about iMac, even seeking advices if iMac was worth all the hype. There were even people whom had came to me, considering the option of taking the purge. I did not discourage that. I just listed down all the pros and cons. Based on some very easy and loose calculation, &lt;a href=&quot;http://microsoft.com/&quot;&gt;M$&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://microsoft.blognewschannel.com/archives/2007/08/22/how-much-did-microsoft-lose-by-selling-apple-stock/&quot;&gt;lost some Bs&lt;/a&gt;. Give me that moolah and I could do some good for Sillypore, opposing a particular dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3105647139271593449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/3105647139271593449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/3105647139271593449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/3105647139271593449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-7145914617115715112</id><published>2007-08-06T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:16:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.o.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;This &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.sosmalaysia.org&#39;&gt;S.O.S&lt;/a&gt; is not your usual &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sos&#39;&gt;S.O.S&lt;/a&gt; but it is still an &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sos&#39;&gt;S.O.S&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I still does the &lt;a href=&#39;http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2005/05/fishes-are-friends-not-food.html&#39;&gt;fishes-are-friends-not-food&lt;/a&gt; activities. Hey, its an expensive activity, couldn&#39;t quite afford to do it too frequently. And some more being an unobservant observer, I had yet to see the &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seahorse&#39;&gt;seahorses&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, there are so many other things I have yet to see just as well. Anyway, I&#39;m not too sure how much help it can provide though I doubt it will change anything, but of course, it doesn&#39;t exactly cost you anything to sign on it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;It all started as a conflict between the seahorse and development. Since 1995, massive port development around Pulai River Estuary have destroyed large tracts of seagrass beds, which are home to the Spotted Seahorse, Hippocampus kuda. The Spotted seahorses, which once thrived in the &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.sosmalaysia.org/pulai_estuary.html&#39;&gt;Pulai River Estuary&lt;/a&gt;, is losing its habitat as well as numbers. SOS is particularly concerned that they may vanish soon. We do not want the episode to end with extinction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So help them to achieve their goal of 5000 signatures for their &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.thepetitionsite.com/2/help-save-the-seahorse&#39;&gt;petition&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class=&#39;poweredbyperformancing&#39;&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=&#39;http://scribefire.com/&#39;&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7145914617115715112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/7145914617115715112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/7145914617115715112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/7145914617115715112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/08/sos.html' title='S.o.S'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-4770304194304712180</id><published>2007-08-01T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:48:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend :&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: &lt;span class=&#39;ital-inline&#39;&gt;friends of the Boston Symphony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;a member of the same nation, party, etc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;(a member of the Religious Society of Friends; a Quaker.&lt;br/&gt;[via &lt;a href=&#39;http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=friend&#39;&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;People come, people go. So many people enter one&#39;s life in the entire lifespan. Some leave a longer lasting impression. Some leave no mark at all, almost without sign of existence. Some are close. Some are just brushing past. Some take the effort to be a really personal friend. Some just hang it around the mouth. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A wise old man said before, &lt;i&gt;one may encounter many friends in life, but really good and best of friends are handful and hard to come by&lt;/i&gt;. As I said in for salsa before, a person who dance for a few years doesn&#39;t exactly means the person is a very good dancer. I had seen people who had dance for years and still have very poor dance etiquette or been good dancer. I guess the same thing goes for a friend. Knowing someone for a longer period of time doesn&#39;t exactly fit one in as being a good friend of that person. Old time friend doesn&#39;t mean good friend either. See how a person remember or does things for you could exactly tell you so much about that friendship. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Isn&#39;t it weird that people you hang out with more often cannot remember things while people whom you hardly see or meet in a year can remember. Just sort of weird. Afterall, that does tell a lot of the relationship between the two person. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some things need not be said nor explain but apparently, the same thing can be viewed by different people in a thousand and one ways. I remember &lt;a href=&#39;http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2005/10/walk-down-memory-lane-iii-nostalgic.html&#39;&gt;back a long time ago&lt;/a&gt; when I used to hang around with this group of friends whom we will spent our time around &lt;strike&gt;talking &lt;/strike&gt;gossiping. We used to be laughing at people who was kind of cheehong chasing skirts. Many many skirts. We joked that as long as a hole exist, the person would just wacked. Apparently, I seemed to have gotten myself that reputation of chasing many skirts. I thought I&#39;m been discreet already but a dinner appointment means I&#39;m chasing skirt? And when I don&#39;t date any skirts and hang around with male friends, I had people asking other people if my interest pointed in the other direction. WTF? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I knew. You could never satisfied everyone and you only need to be happy with yourself and answerable to yourself. But seems like girls seems to enjoy sharing their trophies? Discussing who is trying to themselves? Probably just me. I pretty much preferred to keep my private life very private. But at least I now knew that I cannot trust some people out there. Afterall, the famous phrase from the hit series, X-files, back in the 90s said it all. &lt;i&gt;Trust No One&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4770304194304712180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/4770304194304712180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/4770304194304712180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/4770304194304712180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/08/friend.html' title='Friend?'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-5132036863153410589</id><published>2007-07-26T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:23:34.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&quot;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&quot;&gt;A nice little treat. I wonder where to find them. If anyone come across it here in Sillypore, let me know pleasssssssse. Oh, did I mention they are actually ice cream? Not some display figurine though I believe you can always buy them and keep them frozen inside your freezer till the end of time? Or until it can decompose inside the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bishamon/894113184/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1193/894113184_a47307b0d3_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a full size of this, click &lt;a href=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1193/894113184_10fbf63ae9_o.jpg&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinful delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5132036863153410589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/5132036863153410589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/5132036863153410589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/5132036863153410589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/07/nice-treat.html' title='Nice treat'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1193/894113184_a47307b0d3_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-8524408006320020768</id><published>2007-07-25T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:50:10.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;MUWAHAHAHAH This is so damn funny! Imagine in the middle of &lt;i&gt;Sam&#39;s happy time&lt;/i&gt;, your life saving transformer need to jump out of your to save your life, or to fight against the &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decepticon&#39;&gt;decepticon&lt;/a&gt;. Oh wait, i think this one is a &lt;a href=&#39;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decepticon&#39;&gt;decepticon&lt;/a&gt;.  [via &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.somethingawful.com/d/photoshop-phriday/new-transformers-robots.php?page=2&#39;&gt;Something Awful&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://i.somethingawful.com/inserts/articlepics/photoshop/04-13-07-transformers/Dextromethod.jpg&#39;/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8524408006320020768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/8524408006320020768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8524408006320020768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/8524408006320020768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More than meets the eye'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053711.post-7038324074032001862</id><published>2007-07-25T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:37:55.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;Great creativity in these photos! I thought they are &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.g2000.com.sg/index.html&#39;&gt;G2000&lt;/a&gt; latest fashion statement at first moment. This reminded me when I used to take cab, then if the cab was to be 50 cents more than usual, I would be a little not to happy. But I realised that when I went out for a drink, a cup of coffee that a cafe could charge me north of 5 bucks and I would still pay, wassup with that 50 cents? A pint of beer costed much more. At least now I tried to build up abit of &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460091/&#39;&gt;karma&lt;/a&gt; by giving more donation now. [via &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.myrelaxplace.com/2007/07/24/funny-and-creative-advertisement-for-charity/&#39;&gt;My Relax Place&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/890694313_690b1c0adc.jpg&#39;/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1227/890694293_0a43b236f4.jpg&#39;/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1009/890694221_9f81bb8ee0.jpg&#39;/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1341/890694209_8c00d2db7f.jpg&#39;/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7038324074032001862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7053711/7038324074032001862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/7038324074032001862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7053711/posts/default/7038324074032001862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bishamon.blogspot.com/2007/07/charity.html' title='Charity'/><author><name>bishamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04548211833217585595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/890694313_690b1c0adc_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>