Hello everyone, how have you been doing since I last popped by? :)
Besides blogging my photographs and travels at Green Tea Fields, I am also one-half of the blog Coffee Table People. My friend, C, and I started it in April this year and our basic modus operandi is to cover interesting cafe concepts in Singapore and beyond. I provide the photography (we feature only film photography for our cafe reviews), C provides the words, and together we get to drink a lot of coffee and tea. Not bad, eh? Here are some of my favourite photographs from our various jaunts!
Let’s move closer to reality a little. Maybe even slightly hyper-real?
Venice, to me, is hyper-real. From the moment you step out of the train station, the midday view overwhelms you. At once beautiful and horrible at the same time, too much to take in, an authentic fake.
(But I don’t have a photo to illustrate this. My need to document is always secondary to [a] my personal safety, and [b] making sure I’m walking in the right direction. This usually means what I document on my camera and phone ends up to be a very selective viewpoint of the experience.)
You might want to imagine a display of advertisement billboards for Persol and Dolce & Gabbana, placed alongside, and over, facades of crumbly, stucco-ed palazzos, little jet boats zooming along the canal, the water a perfect blue…
I could only think of home — specifically our casinos and theme parks.
Out of fatigue I declared Venice a monstrosity and decided I wouldn’t like this place very much.
Venice is one huge tourist attraction, isn’t it? The locals, they must live underground — or maybe on a hidden island not shown on any map, where they have a hospital, a prison, and a supermarket. How ‘authentic’ is this gelato shop, compared to a street food stall in Bangkok? Do gondoliers really shop here? Will Venice’s demise be a simulation itself? Maybe the death of Venice will be a future fable — like a reverse of the Merlion’s tale.
(Yes, the gelato is mostly real. Real good.)
Here is Part 2 of Day 03 which I had to split up the post because it was too image heavy. We were starving, like REALLY uber hungry after walking so much at Gyeongbokgung Palace, so off we went to find any eating place that we came across.
Tip: Try using these words: 맛있는 식당 어디에서 (Mas-issneun sigdang eodieseo yo?) which means delicious eatery where?
Mandu kimchi ramyeon (만두 김치 라면 )
Kimchi fried rice (김치 볶음밥 Kimchi bokk-eumbab)
Straight off we went cafe hunting (One of the must dos while in Korea)
Just as we left the previous cafe, it started raining heavily and had no choice but to seek shelter at Dunkin’ Donuts. It was nice to slow down the pace a little and while I people watch, Mom’s busy enjoying her donut!
And Hanok Village in Bukchon, here we come! Just a tip, take a bus up from the long UPHILL walk, if you’re feeling all tired and walk back down to the train station instead.
Would love to own a space like this and that space at the top would be my “Deep in thoughts” area.
Wanted to visit a museum that we saw along the walk but unfortunately it was closed.
Just when I was all sulking about not getting entry to the arts museum – SEEING YAYOI KUSAMA’S PUMPKIN SCULPTURE! OMGGGGGGGGG! This is the closest I have been to a world’s famous artist’s work! You can never imagine my excitement!!!!
Buses 01/02 would bring you up in a breeze!
I was dead beat tired by the time we got to Myeong-dong and had NO more energy to even take more snaps of the surroundings, which was a huge regret for me! Plus, we got into Myeong-dong way too late to even shop, my second regret of the trip!
Hello, it’s Michelle, back in the don’t kay siao house again with more Bangkok photos to share!
I have been to Bangkok quite a few times in the past few years but this trip was the first time that I ventured into Bangkok’s Chinatown. Being quite a fair distance from Bangkok central where I was stayed, I hailed a tuk-tuk to get there. It was a long way through lots of dark and gloomy streets before the tuk-tuk suddenly burst out into this bright and rowdy thoroughfare that instantly reminded me of Hong Kong! It was incredible! All the street hawkers were out there doing their thing, cooking up a storm and trying to tempt the hungry souls walking past them. After having my fill of tomyum soup, I eventually ended up in a quiet sidelane for desserts where the hawkers catered more to the residents rather than the tourists. If you haven’t been to Bangkok’s Chinatown yet, make sure you mark it down in your itinerary the next time!