I was at a conference this past week in Vancouver. Instead of plastic water bottles, they had a simple water cooler. And instead of plastic cups, they had compostable cups made from corn. Great idea and very sustainable.
The Red Fort in New Delhi served as the main residence of the Mughal Emperors. On the Independence day of India, the Prime Minister hoists the Indian “tricolour flag” at the main gate of the fort.
The fort was built between 1639 and 1648 by the architect Lahouri. He used a Indo-Islamic Mughal architecture. Of course the name comes from the use of the red sandstone.
As part of our Vietnam bike tour, my friend and I took advantage of a few extra days to check out the other parts of the market. With no immediate way to keep food cool, people come down and buy what they want for that particular day. Mostly sea food and other fresh produce. Occasionally, you would come across someone butchering some animal. The last cuts are done right in front of you so you can choose your favorite.
Just a good indication as to how fresh some of the seafood can be in a typical Hanoi market. I didn’t ask, but the eels might have been actually freshwater. No need to aerate or even cool the tanks. The turnover was quite brisk. No means of cooking food on our own, but the outdoor restaurants were just amazing in quality.
I always thought that the Taj Mahal was a unique one time wonder of the world. But there were earlier tombs almost as majestic. Here I am in front of Humayun’s tomb. This was the tomb of the Mughal Emperor Humayun in Delhi, India. Commissioned by Humayun’s first wife and chief consort, Empress Bega Begum, in 1569-70, it was designed by Persian architects Mirak Mirza Ghiyas and his son, Sayyid Muhammad.
We managed to go on a bit of a Safari in India. The park has countless small deer for the various predators to feed upon. There were about five vehicles that stopped to see this tremendous tiger slowly saunter by. In a open air jeep, we are supposed to look like and large mammal. So all small limbs and children had to remain within the confines of the vehicle. Worth the trip!
After a three hour walk up the side of a mountain, followed by a approximately 200 stairs and perhaps 68 gripes, I managed to get to the top of the foothills in India. I took a picture of the mountains through the clouds. In the far distance, you can see the Himalayas. I know there is still time, but I’m not sure if we will ever get to Nepal. At age 62, me not the Himalayas, I am no longer sure we would ever get there. Should I be satisfied with seeing the mountains off in the distance. Is close enough good enough?
Managed to see more mushrooms near Lake Winnipeg than I have for a while. Shown above, I came across a nice family of Bolets. Fried up these are great with steaks. Without my in house medical and risk officer nearby, I demurred from eating any this weekend.
The others I came across appeared rather toxic, although lovely to look at. These fungi of course play an integral role with the ecosystem.
A wai communicates a customary greeting in Thailand. The palms of the hands are momentarily pressed together in a prayer-like gesture with fingers pointing upwards, usually close to the chest, and the head slightly bowed.
The quick movement provides a deeply ingrained meaning. You receive a wai wherever you go and whomever you meet.
The Wai is a greeting and a way of saying goodbye. The wai shows a sign of respect and used instead of the traditional Western handshake or a wave. A wai says thanks, understanding of a situation or person, and a way to apologize. Thais wai to temples, important monuments.
I have to acknowledge MacDonalds’ attempts to fit in with the local culture. But the juxaposition of the colors, solemn stance with the clown smile just don’t seem to fit together.