Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The Aborigine, The Engineer, The Baker: Lunchtime!!




- May 23, 2012, Wednesday.

- Marga, Clarisse, and I felt that we needed to meet again, and arranged to have lunch somewhere nearby. I thought of having a simple lunch at Ersao since it was close to Clarisse' store, my house, and Marga's review center (she'll be having her engineering boards soon.)

- I met both of them at Ersao after a short detour to drop off something to some people. Marga and Clarisse were surprised that I ate significantly less than how much I usually eat. I told them that I felt like going to Eat Fresh afterwards to eat something else for a change. They agreed to go, since they wanted to eat curry fishballs.

- I normally order Eat Fresh's Fried Rice, but since I had that a week ago, I decided to order their regular Hong-Kong-style noodles, and an individual pot of fish congee. Eat Fresh prizes its numerous sauces, especially its peanut sauce. While most people usually use the sauces for the noodles, I use the peanue and chili-oil sauces on almost everything. I placed a generous amount on my congee and on my noodles.

- We all left around 2:30, after talking a lot, and eating a lot. It was nice to have met them again, although a longer meeting would have been chattier and more tummy-filling.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Thor Dropped By To Hang And Eat Out




- May 21, 2012, Monday.

- I had a short trip to Ateneo to have my exit interview, and have lunch with my (former) boss and staff. Since I didn't have anything to do for the whole day, I thought of dropping by my friend Singson's house, which was on the way home anyway.

- He was free today, and he didn't mind me dropping by, so I did. After getting off the trike at their street, I didn't find Singson's house at once, since he said before that his house had a black roof -- until it was recently repainted to a Greek blue.

- Singson and I talked, played with his dog Pepito, trolled some friends in Facebook, and watched some of Russell Peters' acts. I was quite surprised that Singson was also a Russell Peters fan, since he only brought him up in our conversation last night. (For those who don't know: Russell Peters is an Anglo-Indian comedian from Canada. His jokes mostly involve race, culture, and language -- my cup of coffee or tea.)

- We both decided to go to Starbucks, quite near his house, to grab a drink. Since it was Starbucks' happy hour, finding a seat was impossible, and waiting for our drinks' took an eternity. I decided to grabe a seat at Burger King, since we were both craving for onion rings anyway.

- Singson pointed out that it was already raining hard outside, and I told him to not "fear," since I had my umbrella. "I forgot I was with Dora," he said.

- On our way out, Singson waited in the shade as I put out my umbrella. Just so I could make things more awesome and fun, I shouted to the whole world "I AM THOR. THE GOD OF LIGHTNING" (and yes I was corrected that it should've been "God of Thunder," but Thor controls lightnings anyway.) After saying that, I opened my umbrella with Asgardian flare, and after I turned around to look at Singson, he said - "I don't know you. Who are you again?" Haha. He quickly went under my umbrella and we rushed off to Burger King.

- We continued our conversation over onion rings and Starbucks drinks. We saw former drama club president Anthony (the third president after my presidency,) and said hello. We spent a good hour talking and just doing nothing significant -- which I think, ironically, was what made my afternoon significant. :) :) :) :)

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Reliving the Fanboy Days: K-Pop Saturday




- May 19, 2012, Saturday.

- I was bored today, and I was thinking if I should go out or not. My friend Margarette texted me this morning, asking how I had been, when I told her about not wanting to waste my Saturday. She asked if I would want to tag along with her and our friend Melissa, since they would be attending the Ongaku-Gayo K-Pop event at the SMX Convention Center. I agreed to go, and it would be a nice addition to my Korean weekend, last night being my Korean buffet night.

- I met Marga and Melissa at the Gil Puyat LRT station at 1:30, and rode off to SMX. We had a hard time looking for the event, since it was placed inside a small meeting room, rather than the usual big exhibit halls. It was also moments later that we realized that the event wasn't what we all expected.

- Melissa thought that the event would be a bazaar that would feature the top 20 K-Pop-item sellers. When we got there, only one stall was present, and the event seemed like a K-Pop cosplay event. Marga and I were a bit dissapointed to have spent 200php on the entrance, although things started to get a bit interesting.

- Melissa was able to buy her K-Pop things from the stall there, and soon, the three of us were thinking if we should go to another K-Pop event nearby, or if we should stay there instead, and maybe stroll inside MOA. We just waited until 3pm, when the food would be allowed to be served.

- Melissa was the only one with the food stub, so she was the only one who could be served at the food counter. I fell in line for Melissa, while Melissa and Margarette watched the cover groups do their dance/performance covers of famous K-Pop idol groups.

- The emcee announced that the first raffle round would take place before people could start getting food from the food counter. I was excited not for the raffle, but for the food, obviously. Little did we expect that I was chosen as one of the winners for the first raffle round. I won a framed TVXQ puzzle, and I gave it to Melissa, since she liked TVXQ a lot. Well, from that alone, I felt that I had maximized a big part of my 200php entrance fee; the framed picture puzzle was a bit expensive if bought from the stall in the event.

- Being the first in line, I was able to get food, although we all agreed to give the bowl of noodles and dumplings to Margarette, who had not eaten breakfast and lunch yet. Since we had time to spare, we decided to go to Mexicali to eat more. I was craving for some Mexican food. Although Mexicali is a bit commercialized, it was the only close-to-actual-Mexican restaurant around.

- We decided to go back to the event after Mexicali, just in case Marga or Melissa would also get to win some raffled prizes. Both of them weren't able to be as lucky as I was, but we were able to enjoy the remaining dance numbers (although it was also Melissa's luck that I decided to give her the TVXQ picture puzzle. Meh, what are friends for. Haha.) Also, I was able to get some food from the food counter despite not having a food stub. I think the caterers were already trying to "dispose" of all the food they have left.

- We rode a cab home after the event, since Marga was in a bit of a hurry to attend something else for the night. As for me, it's rest night after an afternoon of being squished by crazy fan girls, fan boys, and K-Pop cosplayers.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Endless Love (for Korean Food): Korean Buffet Night




- May 18, 2012, Saturday.

- My friends, Dorenett and Christiane, and I wanted to meet up again. As always, it was hard thinking of places to go to, since we feel like we had eaten everywhere within the Manila area; we didn't feel too adventurous this time, and opted to go somewhere nearer. I thought of Choice Korean Buffet, since I was craving for Korean food, and the price was very reasonably for a buffet restaurant (580 per person, bottomless drinks included.) Later on, we discovered that Christiane was craving for Korean food since January this year, and it was only tonight that she was able to indulge in Korean food again.

- I arrived at Dorenett's house at 5 in the afternoon, with Christiane arriving a minute after I did. We were asked to wait at the office area, where we saw a now-big Dione (she was a baby when I last saw her,) and her little sister Wreane. It's the first time that Christiane and I saw Wreane. Wreane doesn't do much, but she's adorable. Dione is now very hyper, and she doesn't cry anymore when I approach her.

- Dor, Christiane, and I left the house moments later, and arrived at the restaurant at an early 5:50. The restaurant opens for dinner at 5:30 to 11:00pm, and at 11:00am to 2:30pm for lunch. Since we arrived while the sun was still up, we all had a more leisurely trip around the buffet table, while not a lot of customers had arrived.

- Both Christiane and Dorenet loved the kamote slices the best among all the things that we grilled. I don't really know why, but they just couldn't stop getting kamote slices - even if the samsyupsal and all the other grillables seemed to be the "specialties" of the restaurant.

- Overall, we had a total of around 9 plates to 12 plates of food. Although full, and tired, we didn't skip our ice cream dessert.The weather was too hot, despite an short and unnoticeable rain visit.

- We paid the bill soon, and walked around the area before getting in Christiane's car for a long drive home. Traffic was bad, but it gave us more time to talk (and abuse Christiane's car air conditioning system.) Until now, I still want to roll on ice because of the weather, and the sluggishness from too much food. Why not roll on Korea's winter ice then?? That seems to be a good idea. :>:>:>:>

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Around Manila Once More: "Fil-Chi Friendship Day" And Whole-Day- Marga-Day




- May 12, 2012, Saturday.

- My friend Marga asked me if I would be available to tour around two Chinese nationals that have decided to come to the Philippines to get their college degrees. I immediately agreed tour around Marga and her friends, since I wanted to go around Manila again.

- I met Marga at the UN LRT Station at 10am, and met the Chinese students, Lina and Dominic, at the Times Plaza minimall. Both of them seemed nice, and I found out later on that they were two and three years younger than Marga and I.

- The four of us first went around the are to look for boarding houses or dorms for the two students. They wanted to transfer somewhere nearer to their near-future school, since they currently live in another dorm close to another university where they're currently learning English.

- After an hour of looking around, to no avail, we proceeded to the nearby Rizal Park. I was fortunate enough to catch the changing of guards, although I wasn't able to document it.

- We proceeded to Intramuros after, and had to make a big turn beside the Japanese Garden since the "shortcut gate" beside the Mass Communication Library was locked; it was the first time that I encountered it locked.

- On the way to Intramuros, I encountered a lost Korean who asked where the Rizal Park was. He asked us in English, but I saw his guidebook, written in Korean, and asked the guy if he was Korean just to be sure. After saying that he was, I replied to him in Korean, and told him that he was already at the Rizal Park, and just had to make a short turn (where we went out.)

- We arrived at the gate of Intramuros shortly, but had to walk through the whole walled city to eat lunch. Most restaurants were at the far end of Intramuros, at the Pasig River side.

- We a Filipino lunch at Max's, and it was also an excellent time to rest and cool off. Both Lina and Dominic seemed to have enjoyed our lunch, and were both up and kicking after eating. They seemed interested in exploring the place more.

- We went to Fort Santiago first, located a few blocks away from Max's. Since we stopped over for a potty break at the cafe near the entrance of the Fort, we were able to notice that there was some free attractions near beside the cafe. We watched a short clip about Intramuros and Fort Santiago inside a theater, and visited some small exhibits about the artifacts found in the area. It was the first time that I've seen these things, since I would normally go straight to "the real thing."

- We all went to the actual Fort Santiago after a few photos with the cannons lying around the garden. Lina and Dominic seemed to be more fascinated with the country's history after I explained some of the things inside the Rizal Shrine and the other places in the vicinity. They still couldn't believe that Jose Rizal had a lot of girl friends around the world. Haha.

- We visited the Manila Cathedral facade after the two-hour Fort Santiago visit, and later visited the San Agustin Church and its museum. Everything in the museum was new to both Lina and Dominic, since they're not too exposed with the Catholic culture; China isn't a Catholic country. They were also fortunate to witness a Catholic wedding, something Lina was too excited to watch. Even more fortunate was that we were able to catch the wedding procession at the second floor balcony.

- We visited the Casa Manila, a replica of a fully-furnished old Spanish house, located just beside the San Agustin Church. Photos cannot be taken inside the museum-house, and tourists are expected to STRICTLY stay within the red carpet path on the floor.

- The last part of the house to be seen was the kitchen, and was supervised by an amazingly talkative guard. He was knowledgeable about the things inside the kitchen, and was enthusiastic in explaining each one of the items to visitors. I even joked around a bit with the guard, and told him how wonderful "his" house was, and should invite us over if he was going to have a party. He laughed.

- We all took photos outside Casa Manila, which as also a good place to catch the old-Spanish ambiance of the place. After going down, we saw the White Horse Intramuros Hotel, and other function halls located beside and around Casa Manila.

- We all rode a taxi to Lina and Dominic's current dorm, and had our closing speeches inside the cab. After both were dropped off, Marga and I went to Robinson's Place to meet our friend Grace.

- Marga and I had some milk tea to cool us off after a late-morning-to-afternoon walk, and met Grace after she arrived at the mall. We went around, helping Grace look for a present, and hate a sushi-buffet dinner at Sakae Sushi.

- We went home at around 8:30pm, with Grace offering to give us a life home. Marga and I badly wanted to take a bath, and although each moment of being stuck in traffic made me itch to go to the shower more, it was an excellent time to give Marga and I more time to rest our legs.

- Each adventure is different, and sometimes new things can be discovered right under our noses. :) :) :) :)

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Thor Got Mad: Avengers' Day with Kevin




- May 10, 2012, Thursday.

- Kevin wanted to go out and hang with me, but I was having difficulty fixing my confusing and irregular schedule. I came home early from work today, which was just about processing some end-of-contract paperwork, and I decided to ask Kevin if he was available this afternoon.

- Kevin agreed to meet me at Lucky Chinatown Mall, which was close to me. We met at the St. Stephen's Parish, and walked to Lucky at 2 in the afternoon.

- We decided to watch The Avengers, and reserved seats for the 4pm show. The tickets for the 3D movie included free popcorn. While waiting, we/Kevin decided to eat at Uncly Cheffy. I suggested that we eat Uncle Cheffy's pizza; I always like their light and cheesy pizzas.

- Since I was still a bit hungry from the pizza (wanted to order more, but the food in Uncle Cheffy is quite expensive and heavy for two people,) I opted to eat something from KFC, and got some to-go macaroni salad to eat inside the theater. I just gave my free popcorn to Kevin. Haha.

- The Avengers was an OK movie, at least for me. I am still thrilled about all superheroes in one movie, as I am a sucker for crossovers or different teams/superheroes coming together in one show/movie. The effects were great, and I still like Hulk/Dr. Bruce Banner for helping the sick people in India. Haha. Some parts of the movie seemed dragging, and seemed to drag more as I held my pee, but I liked how things turned out.

- Kevin and I walked home after the movie. He followed me home since he needed to give my nice neighbor-friend something. Strangely, it rained as we were on the way home, and the rain shot full force when we were a few blocks away from my house. I told Kevin that Thor must be angry. Haha.

- The electricity's out (thank God for generators,) and I still think Thor is mad. That is all.

Monday, May 7, 2012

The Brotherhood of Travelling Bananas: Samosas, Tasbeehs, and Dimsum




- May 7, 2012, Monday.

- Finally, my two-month long preparation has come to this day. My friend Singson told me two months ago that he was interested in "joining" one of my multicultural walking tours around Manila. I opted to do it some time this month, coincidentally his birth month, since I'd have more time this May.

- Since his birthday is coming up, I had been canvassing for something special to give him, without anyone's knowledge. I was able to find the perfect gift, but I just bought it several days ago to make sure that the thing was still in good condition when I bought it. (If something goes wrong had I bought the thing earlier, I wouldn't be able to have it repaired.)

- Singson only knew that my "gift" to him was this specific adventure: my Little India - Quiapo - Chinatown combo. I gave him a formal itinerary of where we'd be going, so it'd be easier for him to ask permission from his parents. His parents allowed him to go, to our joy, and fate seemed to have been in sync with my plans - and greater surprise plans - for the day.

- I met Singson this morning outside my house at 9:30, and immediately went to the LRT to go to Little India. The rain had started to fall, but I had a feeling that it would stop pretty soon.

- We arrived at the UN LRT Station 15 minutes later, and had a rather difficult walk to Mahatma Gandhi Street, where the Hindu Mandir (Hindu Temple) was located; many parts of the street were flooded. Despite this, the rain had stopped, and the sky started to clear up.

- We arrived at the temple, partly soaked, and removed our shoes, and left our umbrellas at the shoe rack. We went upstairs, and was greeted once again by Ashok Maharaj, one of the high priests of the Hindu Temple.

- I proceeded with explaining and narrating the stories of the gods to him, as well as an introduction of the Indian/Indo-Pak community in the country. I also gave him a Sikhism 101 lesson, since there was a Sikh shrine inside the mandir.

- I asked him a question, which served as a mini-mission for this leg of the adventure. I asked him to look for Shiva's trident, but with someone else the one holding the trident. He was able to correctly identify the trident as the one being held by Durga Devi, when the male gods lent their weapons to Durga. (I had to drop a few hints - not obvious ones though, because I wanted him to answer the question correctly, and I had a small souvenir-prize to give him.)

- We later encountered Ashok Maharaj again, and was later greeted by another maharaj, who I later found out was a "freelance" Maharaj, and a former high priest of the mandir. Well, I got to practice my Hindi with him and Ashok Maharaj, so it was a nice opportunity to tickle the Indianness out of me again. We were also given some prasad (food offerings) but this kind lady, who was seated right in front of the main prayer hall.

- Singson and I ate the prasad, which also served as a change to introduce the Indian sweets to Singson. He seemed to have liked the sweets, although the sweets were too sweet for his taste. (Indian sweets are known for being too sweet.) Oh, the prasad set given to us included a banana each. Singson left his banana with me until I came home, and realized he had forgotten his banana. (Oh well, thought I'd place it in the title.)

- We walked to "mainland" Little India, and visited the facade of the Khalsa Dewan Sikh Temple, and did some little shopping at Assad Minimart, and visited Talwars' and Simron's Indian groceries.

- We had lunch as Assad Cafe, and first ate the samosas we bought at the Minimart. I let him have a bottle of rosemilk, which he also liked. We had chicken masala, fish pakora, mutton biryani, and chapattis, and two mango lassis (I really miss Indian food. Gah.)

- We were too full after the big meal, and so I let him take home the two coconut gulab jamuns that were meant to be our dessert. We walked to the LRT station again, and this time, the streets were floodless, and the sun grinning immensely on us.

- We arrived at Quiapo almost instantly, and was greeted by the common swarm of people hopping through enticing stalls hiding under big colorful beach umbrellas. We took the "road less traveled" to avoid the crowd, passed through the underpass, and went out at the Hidalgo exit.

- We walked through the Spanish-house lined Hidalgo, until we reached the San Sebastian Church (after a stopover/cool-off session at 7-Eleven.) Although both of us have gone there before in separate occasions, looking closely at the church's art still made going there a new experience. It impressed Singson after I told him that Gustav Eiffel, the brainchild of the Eiffel Tower, was also responsible for this all-steel church.

- We proceeded to see the ever-hidden Ocampo Pagoda along the Bilid Viejo Street. It still wonders me how this kind of structure was not properly restored; it's something that Manila can be proud of, and is an architectural and historical wonder. Singson. like all the other people I've brought to see the pagoda, said that it would be better if something was done to it, like turn it into a museum maybe, instead of making it into a seamen's dormitory.

- We later went to see the heritage houses, the Boix and Nakpil Houses, and went to see the Muslim Town. I oriented him on the traditional Muslim wear, the "assalamu alaikum" greeting, and some information on the Maranao culture.

- We went in the mosque, told some history, and had some shots at the mosaic wall. Upon going out, my question/mission for Singson was to identify the word "Allah," as it is the only representation of Allah found in mosques. Allah is formless, so no idols or representations of him could be found in mosques.

- Singson pointed to the gate, which had Allah inscriptions on them. He was right, and I also showed him another answer - the fence also had many "Allah"s written on it. Because he was able to answer correctly, I gave him a tasbeeh (the Muslim rosary,) which used to be part of my small tasbeeh collection. (I realized I had too many tasbeehs, and I thought I'd share one to Singson.)

- We headed back to the main (Catholic) Quiapo proper, passed through the Quiapo Church, held the Black Nazarene, almost drowned in the many many amulet-and-religious-paraphernalia stalls outside the church, and asked him another question. I asked him how people in Quiapo "wished." I knew it was a lame question because the answer was quite obvious, but that's just because I couldn't think of any question that would suit the St. Benedict amulet (anting-anting) I had for him.

- We later headed to the neighboring Escolta, and visited the Escolta Museum in Calvo Building. It was Singson's lucky day, since the museum has an irregular opening schedule, and would really depend on the availability of the caretaker. Today, the caretaker was there, so we were able to go through the exhibit of old colorful bottles, multilingual advertisements, receipts, and surprising pictures of old and rich Manila.

- Our next stop was Po Chuan Am Temple, a Buddhist temple located near Escolta, and was a mix of Mahayana and a bit of Vajrayana Buddhism. We took a few photos, especially of the awesome ceiling, before heading to our last stop.

- We walked closer and closer to our ever-beloved Chinatown, passed by the Korean grocery to buy something, and went to my favorite dimsum place (only when discounted,) Golden Fortune.

- Singson and I had dimsum, and while waiting to be served, I gave him the biggest birthday gift that had been sitting in my bag the whole day -- and the present I had been eyeing for these two months.

- I prepared my camera to document his reactions, and although signs of what he really would "do" (like flipping the whole dining table,) he told me that he decided not to open the gift all the way through. He saw what was in the box after peeking, and said that he might burst when he completely opens the gift and behold the "thing" on his hands.

- After settling down, we had dimsum, and talked about many things. Singson was kind enough to pay for the bill, although he really didn't have to. We both walked home, and I suppose we were both happy. Personally, I was happy because I had no more birthday secrets to hide, and I was able to visit my favorite places in Manila one more.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Pushing My Limits: Xiamen 2012

- April 29 - May 3, 2012, Sunday to Thursday.

I. Premise

- My dad asked me to tag along his business trip to Xiamen, because he sort of wanted me to study in China. Xiamen boasts its Xiamen University, a nice school I think, but it doesn't offer the course that I wanted. (Aside from that, I am not necessarily in sync with the local Chinese people, no offense.)

- I opted to tag along since, well, the opportunity to travel was offered to me on a silver plate, and it wouldn't really hurt to "see the school" even though I didn't really have any intention of studying there. Aside from that, I haven't gone to China since my first time there in December 2003; I went to Shanghai with my family, and it was also the first time I went abroad.

- Since we would be going to Fujian - where Xiamen is - I also thought it would be a good opportunity to go back to my roots. Like most Filipino-Chinese, my ancestors also hail from Fujian.

- I started to feel unsure about the trip when my dad kept on telling me "I don't know" to each question I asked him. He told me that it would depend on his partner on where we were going to go and what we were going to eat and all that. I am not a fan of "unsure" situations, because I couldn't organize my clothes, my accessories, my schedule, and my expectations. I kept my fingers crossed that things would turn out well.


II. Wasted Day 1: Don't Pass Me Around, Please

- My dad and I arrived in China at 11 in the morning, and was greeted by my dad's primary business partner (I think it's his business partner....but I'll just refer to him as that from now on.) He drove us to our first hotel, Harbor Bay Hotel, and took us out to lunch with another partner (I think.)


Elliptical Road in Quezon City from the plane. Hahahaha.
Mr. Arayat.
- It was my first time to immerse myself in Fujianese cuisine, since most Chinese restaurants here in the Philippines serve Cantonese food. I felt that Fujianese food was a bit bland, and oily too, but the subtle tastes seemed to play well.

Finally arrived, and the dishes don't look too appealing but they tasted great!!

- I started to notice that my dad's partners wanted me to be fat -- fatter than Hansel and Gretel combined -- and they would sometimes "get angry" if I refused to eat more than I wanted. I subtly gave my dad distressed looks because my tummy was about to explode. This would go on in every meal I would have with them. I did understand that this was part of the hospitality though.

- After lunch, we were driven to my dad's partner's house, and they started their meeting. Not knowing about China's "cigarette culture" - where cigarettes are regarded as "presents" or as part of a welcoming gesture - I knew I was in trouble when my dad's partners started to smoke indoors, a legal thing in China. I tried not to breathe, or calmly walked to the open windows to grab some fresh air. Other than that, they also wanted to drown me in tea. The tea was great, but my bladder can only take so much liquid in one day. Still, drowning in tea was better than suffocating from cigarette fumes.

- When I found an opportunity to talk to my dad, I asked if I would be allowed to explore the city while he was on his meeting. I had a map with me, and because of all my adventuring experiences in many places, I can most probably say that I would find my way around with a good map.

- My dad didn't like the idea of my getting lost in the city during our first day, and asked me to accompany one of the partners who happened to be going to another meeting of some sort. "My might take you around to see the city," my dad said. Trusting my dad, I went. I regretted that decision.

- The partner took me to another person's house, where they had a meeting about something I didn't know about, and didn't want to know about. The smoke and the tea were both present, and luckily, I sat next to the window, where it was easier to breathe. Xiamen's weather was slightly colder than Manila's weather, which made things more tolerable.

- I encountered this guy from Liaoning, a Northern Chinese province, who spoke to me in an incomprehensible Northern-Chinese accent. Well, it was incomprehensible if spoken quickly. Northern-Chinese accents are "rough," and filled with many "-er" sounds that I'm not used to listening. The guy initially thought I couldn't speak Mandarin, until it was explained to him by the partner that he had to speak a bit slowly so I'd understand. After that, I was able to communicate well with the guy from Liaoning. Still, I only sat there, trying not to breathe cigarette fumes, and waiting for a miracle to happen. I was so pissed off that I had to rant to some of my friends, and I had to text my mom and dad for "help" -- help for my sanity.

- I was driven back to my dad later, and we had a road trip around the city. My dad told me that I could tell them to stop the car if I wanted to take a picture of something. I found the idea absurd because it was literally a road trip around the city, without the partners telling me where we were exactly. I was still slow at looking at the area's map since I had to calculate the scale of the map and the actual road/distance, and etc. I just sat inside the car, until we were driven to dinner.

- I didn't know whether to laugh or cry in frustration when my dad asked me if I am still capable of walking to the night market after we arrive at the hotel. I told my dad that I haven't even walked for the day. All I did was sit down, drink tea, suffocate, and eat.

- My dad allowed me to explore the night market on my own, while he rested in the hotel. I knew he also had a hard time tolerating all that smoke, since my dad isn't a smoker. At least my dad was doing something while he was with them, unlike me, who sat in the corner, almost comparable to a round porcelain vase, or a heavy smiling-Buddha statue.

- It didn't take me long to arrive at the night market, since our hotel had a great location; It was located near the night market, and the ferry station, and the historic, cultural, and musical Gulangyu Island could be clearly seen from out hotel window.

The brand of some Chinese canned goods we eat in Manila. My dad requested this shot.


- I wanted to roll freely on the busy Zhongshan Road, or do crazy cartwheels. There were no business partners, no parental supervision, and best of all, I could walk on my own pace -- by that I mean really really fast.
Chinese creativity.


"Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for Xiamen, Xiamen, Xiamen." 
He draws nice caricatures.
- The buildings of Zhongshan Road had European influences, due to the frequent European visits in the area during the 1800s, or possibly earlier. Similar architecture can be seen across Xiamen, as well as many houses in Gulangyu Island.



More colonial architecture.


"Zhongshan Lu."
A narrow "Taiwanese" food street.
- I didn't buy anything in Zhongshan Road during the first night, since I wanted to canvass first. I just bought a glass of milk tea, as a friend's advice to cool myself off from all that ranting I did in the afternoon. The milk tea wasn't too special, but it did cool me off a bit. Besides, I was able to get a bit of freedom that night.

- Just before going back to the hotel, I had the gut to go around a bit more, and look for the old houses that the city kept. This meant that I had to go through some small quiet streets, although I discovered that some small streets had some shops that were still open, or small street food stalls with some customers eating and letting time pass. I took some photos before going back to the hotel to rest.

Took this shot while walking through a small street on the way back to the hotel.



Saw this church while exploring the small street on my own..
III. Wasted Day 2: Exile

- Just when I thought I'd have a better day, well, I didn't. My dad told me that we'd be going to the Southern island of Zhangzhou, and would meet with another partner. Dad said we'd be there for half a day, and we'd visit the university in the afternoon, and other interesting places near the university.

View of mainland Xiamen.
The longest bridge in Xiamen.
Duck lunch!! :D:D:D:D
- It turned out to be a whole-day affair. We did visit the university, but it was just the satellite campus, where freshmen and sophomore university students stayed. We also passed by the Southern Fort, and took a few photos.

Xiamen University satellite campus.
Highest mountain in Xiamen.
Southern Fort.
"Nan Pao Tai" ("Southern Fort.")
- I wanted to avoid the cigarette fumes again, after the short road trip, so I decided to walk to and fro the short street. There wasn't anything interesting to see, except for a nice temple near the partner's house. I felt more helpless when I realized that the island wasn't part of my Xiamen map. Darn, no opportunity to explore stuff. I couldn't go far because there really wasn't anything to see in that part of the island, aside from the university campus, and maybe the fortress.


Tian Hou Temple.
Sumokong, the monkey with wind-related powers.


I had to take this photo by myself!!
- I wanted to beg my dad to let me go back to the main Xiamen island, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to go sailing off on my own anyway, so I just waited for time to pass by, trying my best not to breathe again.

- We were driven to a small office, where I was fortunately able to use the computer to send an important e-mail, check my mail and illegally use Facebook in China, thanks to securitales.com's free trial. HAHA.

- We were soon driven to dinner, and again the force-feeding happened. What ticked my curiosity in the dishes that were served was the cooked horseshoe crab. Although the aquarium tanks in the restaurant didn't exhibit horseshoe crabs, the horseshoe crabs were hidden somewhere, since horseshoe crabs were endangered, and I'm not exactly sure if it was even legal to serve horseshoe crabs in China. Still, horseshoe crabs tasted like regular crab, although a bit bland, and the meat was a bit tougher. I still prefer regular crabs though; they're sweeter.

Horseshoe crab.
The longest bridge in Xiamen.

- After dinner, we went back to the hotel, and I was again allowed to roam freely in the night market. Since it was a bit past 10pm, many stores have closed, including the very store I wanted to go to to buy a tangzhuang I was eyeing for during the first night. (The tangzhuang is the common Chinese-collared polo with Chinese buttons.) To compensate for that tiny sadness, I bought this giant dessert that resembled somewhere in the middle of shaved ice and ice cream, and yogurt. I didn't know what it was but I liked it.



My reward for the day.
- I walked back to the hotel, feeling a bit sad, but since my dad wasn't there, I was able to have a bit of me-time, when it only meant watching TV while sitting on my bed, and checking out the map.

- I also asked my dad earlier that day if I could explore the city on my own for the next two days, and he allowed me, to my immense euphoria. Finally, my dad trusted my adventure skills, and my self-photography skills. (My dad always asked me if I wanted my photo to be taken.)


IV. Day Alone 1: Gulangyu, the Musical Island

- I woke up on the third day with the sunlight gently pressing my face through the cream-white curtains. I knew it was my first real day of freedom, and I'd be going off to one of Xiamen's tourist highlights: the Gulangyu Island.

- My dad walked me to the nearby harbor, bought a ticket to Gulangyu, and off I sailed with a ton of other local and foreign tourists to the famed island.

Little Girl.
Goxinga from the ferry.
One of China's lauded linguists.
A really cute dog, like the ones on dog-food packages.
- Gulangyu was a treaty port during the days of the Opium War in the early 1800s. Being located in a great location for maritime trade, many Europeans and Japanese settled in the island, making it a cosmopolitan island. This is why many of the structures in the island, well-preserved and still functional, looked European.

- I arrived at the island at almost 10, and immediately bought a map that also served as a souvenir; an antique style envelope contained the old-style tourist map, with details of some places of interest, and four post cards.

- The island was a no-car city, and most people went around the island on foot, or by golf carts. As an adventurer, I opted to go on foot. Thankfully, it was a sunny day, and I was able to get around with ease.

A. Hero Mountain and Sunlight Rock

- I first visited the Hero Mountain (Yingxiong Shan,) which had an aviary, and also had a path/route to the majestic Sunlight Rock (Riguang Yan,) located on Longtou Mountain (Dragon Head Mountain.) The giant rock is not only a natural wonder, but the inscriptions on the rocks coming from the Ming Dynasty make it a historical wonder as well. This is why some say that a visit to Xiamen wouldn't be complete until the peak of the rock has been reached. Although it was a hard climb up, despite having stairs, the view of the brick-colored old houses alongside the foggy main Xiamen island across the strait showed the paradox of China -- modernity living close and at ease with history and traditional culture.

Still a long way to gooooooooooooo.
Hey there peacock friend!!


I'm very very closeeeee. (And despite the smile, I was really tired then.)
The view from above.

- The Sunlight Rock also guards a temple, conveniently called "Sunlight Rock Temple," and is a Buddhist temple dedicated to Guanyin, the goddess of mercy (Sanskrit: Avalokiteshvara.) The temple was built in the middle of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

An interesting square.

"Sunlight Rock Temple."
B. Shuzhuang Garden and the Piano Museum

- My next stop was Shuzhuang Garden, which boasts is many pavillions, and mini museums of art and culture. My purpose of visiting the garden, however, was the piano museum I've been hearing a lot about. Being a pianist, I obviously wanted to take a look.

"Shuzhuang."

From the outside.
- The small museum didn't allow people to take photos, and I had to act all spy-like to take some sneak shots. What made it difficult was the ease of the museum staff to see everyone at one glance, and the abundance of CCTV cameras in the museum. I had to hide behind posts, or squat down to take photos. There were some photos and another piano towards the exit, so I took pictures of myself from the outside in. (YAY FOR LOOPHOLES. HAHA.) The piano museum also has a second piano hall, located in a separate "house," and I almost missed it by a glance.

Plenty of old pianos.
Taking photos outside in.



Mirror shot!! 


C. Bright Moon Garden and the Koxinga Statue

- I followed the trail to Haoyue Yuan (Bright Moon Garden,) and by now I was almost at the other side of the island from where I arrived. The Bright Moon Garden is the home of the giant Zheng Chenggong (Koxinga) statue, that forever looks out into the vast sea. Koxinga/Zheng Chenggong was a leader against the Manchurian Qing Dynasty invasion.

Giant Zheng Chenggong.

He looks to the sea.
Taoist religious person.

D. Lunch, and the Organ Museum

- I stopped by a local cafe to rest my legs, check my map, and have "lunch." By lunch, I meant an energy-giving banana shake. I was still too full from my dinner the previous night (again, with the fattening hospitality,) The shake was a bit heavy, so it served as a nice semi-filling lunch.

My half-finished banana shake. See that heart on the straw??
My map, and my best friend on the island.
Even the coffee shop was music-themed.
- After my legs seemed to feel better, I walked the ups and downs of the hilly island, and found myself in the organ museum. The organ museum is located in the "Ba Gua" Building, because of the octagonal shape of one part of the building.

- The museum was also a no-photo zone, but the not-photo signs were "not strategically placed," and there was no one guarding the exhibit rooms, so people kept on taking shots. There was also a Caucasian playing the building-high pipe organ at the center atrium; his excellence in playing the organ brought joyful tears to my heart.

A lot of couples like to have their pre-nup shots in Gulangyu.
"Gulanyu Organ Museum"

All kinds of organs you can imagine!!

This guy totally rocked the giant pipe organ. 
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
Too many pedals and knobs.
View from the second floor.



More bricked buildings.

E. Xiamen Underwater World

- I also passed by the Xiamen Underwater World, and decided to check it out. Since it was the first of May, Labor Day, the oceanarium was packed with eager parents, and even more eager children. It was hard to move inside.

A seal!!
Sea lion.
Penguin friends!!

Yes, I realize that.



Fish face.

F. Shopping Streets, Cathedral, and My Death March

- I visited the busy streets shopping streets of Longtou and Quanzhou, and looked for my way to the Gothic-style cathedral for Mother Mary. While in the cathedral grounds, I heard a funny conversation between two Chinese tourists behind me. They were looking at the grotto with Mary across the cathedral:

Person A: Who is this?? (pointing to Mama Mary) Is this Kwanima (Guanyin/Avalokiteshvara??)

Person B: Are you nuts?!?! There wouldn't be a statue of Kwanima here!! (Kwanima = Buddhist, possibly Mary's almost Buddhist counterpart.)

Person A: OH RIGHT!! SHE'S NOT KWANIMA!!


Indian-themed store.

Tibetan store.

The church.

Tunnel on the way back.
- I finally arrived at the pier after everything, tired, sun-burnt, and leg-tortured, only to find out that I was at the wrong pier. I was asked to go back to the dock where I got off, conveniently located AT THE OTHER SIDE of the island, 30 to 40 minutes away. I went by foot, dragging my sweaty self all the way to the correct pier, and rode back to Xiamen island.


V. Detourventures

A. Huli Fortress Fail, Xiamen University, and an Encounter

- I arrived at the main Xiamen island around 3:30 after a short ferry ride from Gulangyu. Since I had a lot of time to spare before meeting with my dad at 7pm, I decided to explore the Southern part of the city.

- It was strange that the taxis didn't want to take me to the Xiamen University main campus, so I opted to take a bus. I have this small fear of taking buses simply because I wasn't used to taking buses. I rode one that had a "Xia Da" (Xiamen University) sign, and got off way too early. I saw another bus that had a sign that said "Huli," and thought that maybe I could visit the Huli Fortress instead. After all, it was quite near the university, and I could visit the university afterwards.

- A Santa-Claus like Caucasian rode the Huli bus, and I immediately asked him where he was headed. The man, who I later found out was Icelandic, told me that he was going somewhere near the fortress, but he'd be passing by the fortress, and was willing to take me there. It's a shame that I forgot his long name, all I know is that it started with an S. I had a nice short conversation with him in the bus, and he really did take me to the entrance to the fort. What's funnier is that that morning, my dad made me take a pack of Philippine dried mangoes, an extra pack from the ones we gave to his business partners, and told me that I could eat it along the way when I got hungry, or I could give it to any foreigner I befriend while travelling on my own. True enough, I met the nice Icelandic man, and I gave him the pack of dried mangoes just before we parted ways.

My new Icelandic friend.
Huli Fortress.
Xiamen University.
- Despite my awesome encounter with the Icelandic man, the fort was about to close in fifteen minutes, so the ticket person didn't allow me to enter. Slightly disappointed, I walked to the Xiamen University campus, took a picture of the iconic central building, and walked to one of the main gates nearest to the Nanputuo Temple.

B. Nanputuo Temple

- The Nanputuo (South Putuo) Temple, is a Buddhist temple built during the Tang dynasty. The mostly-wooden temple compound immediately gave a nostalgic and close-to-nature ambience. What more if everyone walking on the grounds were wearing Tang-dynasty costumes. Haha.

"Nan Pu Tuo."

I'm not smiling anymore. This means I'm very VERY tired.
Golden Buddha inside.


Courtyard.
Xiamen University from the temple.

- I rode the Simingnan Road (South Siming Road) bus, which would stop at Zhongshan Road after two or three stops, and stopped for the clothes that I had been eyeing for. I bough two orange tangzhuangs, and another shirt, before making it in time for my 7pm meeting with my dad.


C. Hotel Transfer, and Walk Out

- We had another big dinner with my dad's partners, and I was also told that we had changed hotels, since the nearby construction and the ship horns from the nearby pier in our previous hotel didn't make my dad sleep well. Too bad, I liked that hotel.

Xiamen at night.

- We transferred to another hotel in a somewhere hidden alley - an interesting alley. It was also near my dad's partner's house.

- What irritated me the most during that day was that my dad's partners followed us to our hotel, and "hung out" in the room. While they were kind enough to tell me that I should rest after a long day, and that I shouldn't mind them, I wouldn't be able rest comfortably with many people inside our small room, with smoke and all, even if the windows were opened. I cannot sleep even with the slightest noise. (And to think how Chinese people....can seem to be....hmmm, very "passionate" when speaking....so much so that it wouldn't be "properly pronouncing" the words without that....certain passion. OK fine, they speak loudly, and that makes it difficult for me to sleep.)

- I couldn't find the chance to tell my dad if he would be kind enough to escort his partners away. They might be interested to talk elsewhere while I rested. I'm not trying to be a brat, or trying to sound self-centered, but it was our hotel room, and with them being there, it was sort of invading my/our (my dad's and my) personal/private space.

- I was so pissed I walked out on them, subtly and quietly. One of their companions asked where I was going, and I told him that I'd just be going down the lobby. I didn't know what I'd do in the lobby, maybe I'd sleep there until they go away, but all I wanted was to have my space. I took the elevator to the lobby, and checked out my map again for my second day alone. Fortunately, dad's partners came down, and told me that I should go upstairs and rest. I didn't know if they got my "subtle" hint. I smiled and told them that everything was OK. I went up to our room after dad's partners all went away, and finally I was able to get my much needed rest.


VI. Day Alone 2: Southern Xiamen Island

- I told my dad that I wanted to go off alone the wholeeee day, until dinner. I told him that I'd be back at the hotel by 10pm, assuming I'd spend time again in Zhongshan Road until the stores close. He allowed me to go alone, but the sky didn't seem too promising.

A. Hulishan Fortress

- It took me a while to find my way around the new hotel, but decided to hail a cab to the Hulishan Fortress. I arrived minutes later, paid my ticket, and one of the souvenir/beverage vendors recognized me from the previous day.




Yes, thank you.
- The Hulishan Fortress was used in the Ming and Qing dynasties. The German Krupp company also contributed many cannons and supplies to the fortress. In the fortress, what used to be the barracks now served as exhibit halls, and film-viewing rooms. These reminded me of my visit to Saigon's Cuchi Tunnel several weeks ago.

Inside the fortress.
Giant cannon.

- I was fortunate enough to witness the soldiers' cannon-firing demonstration. The soldiers, fully-costumed, started doing some marches and formations outside the headquarters, moved to another area to do some more formations, and finally, they went to the cannon area to load the cannon, and actually fire the cannon. We all didn't expect that they'd really fire the cannon, but it was a different experience to see how the ancient artillery worked.

Elaborately-staged changing of guards.




It was quite difficult to chase them.
General.


To the tower!!

Waving of flags and cannon firing.
B. Taiwan Folk Village

- I left the fortress afterwards, and visited the Taiwan Folk Village and Butterfly Garden further to the East of Southern Xiamen Island. I rode a cab to the empty amusement park, realizing that it was a weekday, and it wasn't vacation season like in the Philippines.

- There was nothing much to see in the amusement park, although I saw some statues and man-made caves. I didn't have the energy to visit the Golden Hill, where a temple was located, and even further was the giant Guanyin statue. I figured that I'd use my energy in another place instead. By the way, a "Taiwanese-themed" amusement park was located in Xiamen because of the island's proximity to Taiwan. I think it's China's closest territory to Taiwan.

A small cave at one of the higher levels.

White Guan Yin from afar.
I don't think I can go up up there. 
"Xiamen Taiwan Folk Village."
C. 10,000 Rock Botanical Garden (Wanshi Zhiwuyuan)

- I rode a cab to the Xiamen Botanical Garden, where I decided to spend more time in, since there was a lot to see inside the garden. Upon arriving, I realized that the garden was bigger than what I had imagined. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to visit all the placed that I wanted to see, so I opted to visit the temples rather than look at the plants. I'm more of a culture guy so the temples appealed to me more.


Big lake in the garden.
Road signs.
Gumamelas as large as my face!!
- I first visited the Tianjie Temple, a temple so hard to reach. The road to the temple was pretty steep, and I had to rest in a small gazebo just in front of the temple before entering. The temple was quite small, but had a nice view of the Xiamen coastline from afar.

Tianjie Temple.
Happy lion guard.
The inner gate of the temple.
View from above.

- I ate a super light lunch - a stick of Taiwanese sausage, since I was more thirsty than hungry. That was pretty much the case during my Gulangyu adventure as well, aside from being intensely full from the previous night's dinner.

- I walked to the other side of the garden, across a small lake, where I visited the Wanshilian Temple, and the adjacent Zhongyan Temple. The mountain side temples, especially the Wanshilian Temple, gave me some peace, although as the rain started to pour, I tried as much as possible to keep my positive energy to myself, and try not to get pissed off again; I've been pissed off too much during my first two days.
Wanshilian Temple.


Fat cat.

Zhongyan Temple.

- I visited another temple, called the Pacific Crag Temple (Taipingyan Temple,) located on another side of the mountain. The big temple reminded me of the Nanputuo Temple, because of some same features. It was the most beautiful among the four temples I visited.

Taipingyan Temple.
Rain rain please go away.



Buddhist shoes and slippers.
"Fo," aka "Buddha."
Duck.
- If only I had the time, and the energy, and it the sky weren't crying on my adventures, I would have gone deeper into the garden and visited the other more interesting temples, at least I felt like they were. I like temple hopping, and it's something my mom despises. (All temples look alike to her.)

D. Zhongshan Park and the Rest of the Day

- I left the botanical garden after my short temple visit, and I felt more pain and strain in my legs down to my big toes. I still kept on walking the streets of Southern Xiamen, and thankfully the rain subsided.

- On my way to the Cultural Palace that I later found out was relocated, I passed by three stores that sold Chinese dance costumes. The prices were very cheap, but I wasn't able to buy myself a costume because either the store didn't sell male costumes, or the store had, the male costumes didn't fit me. Boohoo.

Memorial park.
Wanted to buy as many dance costumes as I could, but they wouldn't fit me.
 - I found my way to the Zhongshan Park after a policeman informed me of the Cultural Palace's (faraway) relocation. The Zhongshan Park, located between Zhongshan East and Zhongshan West Road, is a park for all ages. While mainly a kids-themed park, many elderly people like to hang out at the pavilions, and talk with other elderly people. It seemed that King Bumi from Avatar the Last Airbender was right: "Didn't you know that all old people know each other?" Haha.

Zhongshan Park. 

- As for the kids, the park had a mini-amusement park, and a free zoo, and playgrounds elsewhere.

Hurray for Engrish.


Here's another one.

Quite a serene place.

My hand it sweet.
Albino water buffalo.


- I got bored in the park, despite the nice statues and all, and decided to head back to the hotel before going shopping again at my ever favorite Zhongshan Road.

- I changed into my second orange tangzhung, and ran to Zhongshan Road to do some more shopping. Despite going to the road everyday, I always felt like I saw something different and interesting each time I went there. There weren't much souvenirs, since most of the things there were "real things," like normal clothes, and not "touristy" things like keychains and stuff. The most tourist-souvenir-like things I've seen were postcards, maps, and memo pads with the Gulangyu Island and its attractions on them. They didn't fancy me, and undoubtedly overpriced.

- I also ate at McDonald's because I missed non-Chinese food. Haha. It was the first "legit" meal that I've had while travelling alone, not counting the dinners with my dad's business partners.

A really old house near my hotel.
Plenty of Thomast the Train toys in Zhongshan Road.


Shaved ice dessert.
Statue of a puppet maker.


Puppets of today.
If I were a girl, I'd totally wear this.


- I went back to the hotel and left my things, and went down again to eat at the nearby noodle house my dad pointed to me during our first day. The small restaurant was different because it served Uyghur halal dishes, meaning food from the Northwestern Muslim province of Xinjiang. The servers in the restaurant (as well as other branches of the restaurants that I have come across) all hail from the desert province.

- I had to make sure that the staff were from Xinjiang, so I asked one of the staff. He was they were all from Xinjiang, to my joy. I have been fascinated with that region of China, together with other "outskirt" provinces like Tibet or Yunnan, and it was an honor to encounter an Uyghur. I think the Uyghur people are beautiful people because a lot, if not all, have a mix of Northeast Asian (Chinese,) and Turkish/Eurasian features.

- The restaurant didn't sell anything to drink, so I had my beef fried rice packed in a container, and went to buy something extremely cold to drink, and planned to finish my meal at the hotel room, where I could savor the air conditioning while watching historical Chinese drama.

My halal rice.

- My plan backfired after my dad and his business partners came knocking on our hotel room door; dad's partners planned to invade our room again, cigarettes, and all. I was almost going to do my second walk out when I was forced to go with another "business friend" (not partner,) for a massage.

- When it comes to massages, well, I never liked massages. They are painful, no matter who does it to me, and I usually end up with more pain than ever. It did relive me to know that it wasn't the type of body massage where I had to strip down, since I was given some "spa clothes" to wear.

- The one who accompanied me to the massage place was a few years older than I was, and by far the most considerate Chinese person I've been with. He asked me if it bothered me if he smoked (in front of me.)

- I gave the massage a shot, although I really had no choice but to force myself to accompany/be accompanied, because my legs hurt a lot from all that walking. They hurt so much that they hurt even more when I sat down to rest. Still, I wanted that than sitting around all day doing nothing.

- As expected, the hour-and-a-half massage brought more pain to my fats and bones. Even when I asked the lady to tone down her knuckles, I still felt it was pretty hard. I only like massages when I give massages to myself, and that's it. While wincing in pain, I was able to make up a whole stand-up skit in my head - that I've probably forgotten by now. For me, I think that massages are "relaxing" afterwards, because it's the only time the person is relieved from the painful meat-tenderizing torture.

- I was brought back to the hotel afterwards, and was more relieved to see that my dad and his partners had gone out. The room was all to myself, and I was able to relax after packing some of my things for the following day's departure.


VII. Brainwashing, and What's Left to Explore

A. Xiamen University (Again) and the Overseas Chinese Museum

- After an early morning breakfast, my dad and I were driven to the university once again to "inquire" about programs and processes "just in case I'd study there." I'm saying it again, here and now, that it won't happen. (Super short crash courses, like those that last a week or two, I might consider, but I will surely not get a degree there.) It's just that the school does not have what I want, nothing personal.

- After the short visit, I requested to be dropped off at the nearby Overseas Chinese Museum, a museum free of charge that exhibits the history and culture of the Chinese migration to other countries.

I like the facade of the Chinese Overseas Museum.
Why hello Philippines.

"Tang Ren Jie." (Chinatown.)

The typical image used in textbooks to represent the mestizo sangleys.


- It took me an hour to go through the three-storey museum, passing by photos, relics, documents, and artifacts. I was happy to see that the Philippines was mentioned quite a few times. I even saw the iconic "mestizo de sangley" woman photo.

- I also encountered a small group of overseas Chinese from the Netherlands, who had two Chinese students as tour guides, and spoke to the tourists in English.

B. Lunch, Spook Hill

- My dad, the sort-of partner, and I had lunch in a small restaurant across the museum. I think it was the best meal I've had there, since the food was simple, authentic, and delicious. Most of all, I was not forced by other people to "eat more." :)) :)) :)) :))

- My dad kept on fussing about "Guai Po," or "Spook Hill," and kept on telling me to go there even weeks before our departure to Xiamen. I couldn't understand why my dad would treat the hill with much importance instead of the apparently more important attractions in Xiamen.

- Spook Hill is said to be a gravitational anomaly, since gravity pulls things upwards, instead of downwards. In reality, it was explained to us that it was an optical illusion from the surrounding rocks and roads. While the path seemed to look like it was going up, in reality, it was going down, and therefore the law of gravity is technically not defied.

It really feel special.

- The path was a few meters long, and bicycle rental services for one or two yuan were available, just so the "gravitational wonder" could be experienced. I got on a bike, and it was the first time I've ridden a bike in more than ten years -- and yes, I still know how.

C. Last Minute Shopping and Goodbye Xiamen

- After the really uneventful trip in Spook Hill (sorry dad, I still think it was an unncesseary visit,) we were dropped off at Zhongshan Road, my 5th consecutive visit, for our last minute shopping.

- After an hour, I was able to find myself a changshan-and-vest set. The changshan is similar to the Vietnamese aodai, and is actually where the aodai was based on. The changshan has a lower slit, and is sometimes accompanied by an open necked vest.

- My dad and I "hung out" at my dad's partner's house after checking out of the hotel. I didn't quite mind the smoke and noise this time, since I was able to use a laptop placed several meters away from the smoking people. I was able to send some important emails again.

- We had a small afternoon meal before being driven to the airport, and I knew that everything would be alright once I arrive in hotter Manila.


"Each person should know where they came from; if not, how will he know where to go?"


VIII. Epilogue, Realizations, Lessons

- My mom couldn't recognize me when I came home, because I became darker by 10 shades, or so I think. She also like the fan I bought her; mom's fan broke during our Vietnam-Cambodia trip a month ago.

- Upon arriving, I realized, and learned several things:

1. Never go to China when dad says it's for a business trip, unless he allows me to go off alone.

2. It can be hard dealing with the mainland Chinese locals. (I shall not elaborate, because I may go too far.)

3. Other foreigners can be more helpful than the locals, and always bring a small token to give in case they're that awesome.

4. I am now capable of getting lost, as long as I have a good map, my knowledge of languages, and poise.

5. I am still afraid of the thought of going back to Xiamen, despite knowing that there was more to explore in that place. I was only able to explore the main Xiamen Island and Gulangyu, but wasn't able to explore the other districts of Xiamen (those that are connected to mainland China.) I wasn't able to explore them because they were too far, and I didn't have enough time. Still, I dread the idea of going back to Xiamen, for now. Maybe if I'd go back to China, I'd want to explore other areas, like Tibet, or Xinjiang.

- My trip to Xiamen was bittersweet and spicy, and I didn't really "hate" the trip, I just hated the parts when I knew I was wasting time for nothing. It's one of my pet peeves in life; I don't like to waste time. I have appreciated Xiamen, despite some flaws that any country/province may have, and I saw the good side of things when I was travelling alone and encountering the locals (or foreigners.) It was nice to have visited Xiamen, Fujian, and I felt that I have rekindled and rediscovered a bit more of my roots.