<?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: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-2957602494520911978</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:38:11.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-1263981866599529480</id><published>2008-05-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:43:11.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Town</title><content type='html'>When we finally left the safari, we drove 460 km non-stop back to Johannesburg, managed to go by Hazyview this time, but there wasn't really anything there. We drove by Nelspruit, the capital city of South Africa's Mpumalanga region. The medium-size city seems very industrial and is packed with several car dealerships. Again, nothing to see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another night at the Peech hotel, we hopped on South Africa Airlines' Boeing 737 to Cape Town the next morning. The flight took about 2 hours. The landscape we saw from above were mostly flat planes until about 15 minutes before landing did we begin to see some very beautiful hills. I was surprised to see how big Cape Town actually is. The seaside city is enveloped by huge mountains on all sides, and both the city and the mountains seem to keep going endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204949792218670178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDuyQk7v5GI/AAAAAAAAALE/RFw5lOMBSgo/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the plane landed, we discovered that one of our checked bag (mine) was missing. All of my clothes for this trip were in that bag. We called American Express to find out what their travel insurance policies are regarding missing bags (we bought this trip with an AMEX card). Apparently, the bag has to have gone missing for more than 48 hours, and the airline must give you a notarized letter confirming your loss before you can go claim up to 30,000 THB with them. I found this rather pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did in Cape Town was to check out the Victoria Peer, which has a lot of restaurant's and retail stores to lure us in. We headed straight to a good chain seafood restaurant called Cape Town Fishmarket. I had a lot of oysters which were very good. Oysters here are slightly larger, sweeter, than those you'd find in the US but not nearly as salty. I personally prefer US oysters, but these were not bad at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204951969767089314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0PU7v5KI/AAAAAAAAALk/-WbHmdNyssY/s320/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204949796513637506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDuyQ07v5II/AAAAAAAAALU/AoehVGVT0-I/s320/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had Crayfish, which is similar to lobster. The meat is not as tough and may be sweeter, but the seasoning was so salty it ruined the whole thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204949800808604818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDuyRE7v5JI/AAAAAAAAALc/6Wzt2o4PXEM/s320/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we checked in to our hotel on number Four Rosmead. It is a six-room guesthouse, very carefully decorated and staged. Chic is the word I would describe this place. It seemed like every corner is made to be perfect to sit down and chill (and of course for photograph).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0PU7v5LI/AAAAAAAAALs/6RWb52yqysM/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204951969767089330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0PU7v5LI/AAAAAAAAALs/6RWb52yqysM/s320/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0P07v5MI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SJtDIHfJbk0/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204951978357023938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0P07v5MI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SJtDIHfJbk0/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0QE7v5NI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hJeqdVTVbu4/s1600-h/P1080436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204951982651991250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0QE7v5NI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hJeqdVTVbu4/s320/P1080436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0QU7v5OI/AAAAAAAAAME/xY0DFYIgTKc/s1600-h/P1080441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204951986946958562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu0QU7v5OI/AAAAAAAAAME/xY0DFYIgTKc/s320/P1080441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204954439373284594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu2fE7v5PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GpD3TSFimcg/s320/Picture+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two days we had in Cape Town were spent mainly on sight-seeing and shopping. We drove along a very scenic route to the Cape of Good Hope (I understand the cape marks where the Atlantic and Indian oceans meet). On the way, we found a huge white sand beach where people bring their dogs to play. I must have seen at least thirty dogs there. My mom found this craft store called "Dolce &amp;amp; Banana" and spent a lot of time (and money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204954439373284610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu2fE7v5QI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0eTMqmEd5VM/s320/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204954443668251922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu2fU7v5RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fom_k5Y4Ysg/s320/Picture+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view at the cape was breathe-taking. There were a few baboons (some were HUGE) hanging out on the side of the road near the cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204954447963219234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu2fk7v5SI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9qOPYAfVySA/s320/P1080546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204954452258186546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu2f07v5TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pITsbQT5xTs/s320/P1080656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204955646259094850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu3lU7v5UI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cDs2W7RvQEQ/s320/P1080668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the return trip, we stopped to see some really cute penguins (I believe the South African penguins are the smallest of all penguins in the world). They were all nursing their babies. Very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDuyQk7v5HI/AAAAAAAAALM/tVARb7A1Zpw/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204955654849029458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu3l07v5VI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bFHTnqWbvvo/s320/P1080831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204955659143996770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDu3mE7v5WI/AAAAAAAAANE/3DPA13FxMKk/s320/P1080813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, our experience at Cape Town has been very pleasant. My sister said that this is her favorite place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did not like about Cape Town was the food. All the restaurants we went to served extremely salty food. Also, sushi seems to be very popular here--there are tons of sushi places. However, their variety of fish is very limited. You could only get the very basic selections of salmon, tuna, shrimp, eel. I didn't even see yellowtail there. To make matters worse, when we went to a very popular Japanese place called Wakame, and they were out of salmon. However, if you come here, you should definitely try their local cape salmon which has a light pink color. It's very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-1263981866599529480?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1263981866599529480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=1263981866599529480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/1263981866599529480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/1263981866599529480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/cape-town.html' title='Cape Town'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDuyQk7v5GI/AAAAAAAAALE/RFw5lOMBSgo/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-514163354470108103</id><published>2008-05-20T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:24:55.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>So we've seen the lions, the leopard, the buffaloes, and the elephants. The only big five we have not covered is the Rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw two Rhinos on our second game drive. There are a few different variations of this species in different habitats--Black Rhino, White Rhino, and a few others. The one that's common in South Africa (the one we saw) is the white rhino, which is actually the smaller kind (still very big though). I might be wrong on this, but the white rhinos are herbivore while the black ones eat both plants and meat. We had to drive off-road to find these two giants hanging out in the bush. When we arrived, they were getting ready to get some power nap. According to Manus, Rhinos like to sleep in pair and one would lie with its face next to the other's butt and vice versa. They do this because their behinds are the most vulnerable area, so this position allows them to protect each other. Smart, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMxkXWwoZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0ZWql4Gn3pg/s1600-h/P1080056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202556495357583762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMxkXWwoZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0ZWql4Gn3pg/s320/P1080056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMxJXWwoYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DFkFbYC-J74/s1600-h/P1080065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202556031501115778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMxJXWwoYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DFkFbYC-J74/s320/P1080065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it... the South African Big Five. Now, what other animals did we see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some very beautiful giraffes. During our first morning game drive, there was family out in an open area. They were a bit far off road, but we wanted to get a much closer look, so Manus parked the vehicle, got his rifle out, and walked us towards the animals (remember- no vehicle off-road unless it is to follow the big-five animals). An interesting thing I learned about giraffe is that although its neck is very long, there're about the same number of bones as there are in human's neck. Thus, a giraffe's neck is not that flexible. Here you see a lot of postcards of giraffes with their necks intertwined and make a knot. Those are actually photoshopped. It's not a ritual they do when they mate (of course, I knew that!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMvmXWwoXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7TEgxjE6QuI/s1600-h/P1070924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202554330694066546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMvmXWwoXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7TEgxjE6QuI/s320/P1070924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMvGnWwoWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/r6Y-6JIMvQk/s1600-h/P1070941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202553785233219938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMvGnWwoWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/r6Y-6JIMvQk/s320/P1070941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMusnWwoVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mbIqu4BUXYU/s1600-h/P1070942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202553338556621138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMusnWwoVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mbIqu4BUXYU/s320/P1070942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every game drive, about 2/3 into the trip, Manus would park the car and set up a picnic table for us. In the morning drives, the picnic would include tea, coffee, hot chocolate, yogurt, cereals, milk, etc. while the evening drive's picnics would include wine, champagne, chips, pate, and some other snacks. On our second morning, we picnicked by the river and we saw this HUMONGOUS hippopotamus swimming lazily upstream then disappearing around the river's bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMtnHWwoUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ihbbdRSE9Hg/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202552144555712834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMtnHWwoUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ihbbdRSE9Hg/s320/Picture+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMtYXWwoTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OXWCptwuujs/s1600-h/P1080081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202551891152642354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMtYXWwoTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OXWCptwuujs/s320/P1080081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMsCHWwoSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NzUGHA5y19I/s1600-h/P1080073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202550409388925218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMsCHWwoSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NzUGHA5y19I/s320/P1080073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMrgHWwoRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bWQ1cmpvcpA/s1600-h/P1080284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202549825273372946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMrgHWwoRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bWQ1cmpvcpA/s320/P1080284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picnic is also a good time to converse with Manus and Million. We found out that Million is actually 58 years old while he does not look a day older than 36. He has 5 children and actually forgot the name of his 4th child when we asked him. Manus is 25 years old. He's been enjoying his job for 5 years and has driven quite a few high-profile guests. Recently, he drove Gale (Oprah Winfrey's right-hand lady) and also did some photo shoots for the O magazine. He said that his picture would be published in the the June edition (I'll buy one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the animals, there were a lot of other interesting things we learned. Million educated us a lot about his culture and his way of living. He showed us how to make a toothbrush and tooth paste from a tree (of which the name has escaped my memory at the moment). We all got to try brushing his way. The most fun thing was smoking the elephants dung. Apparently, elephants have a lousy digestive system. They eat a lot of herbs but very little of it actually disintegrated in their stomachs. So... we picked up an elephant dung that's been dried out by the sun, lighted it up, and inhaled the smoke through our mouths. They believe that this would help relieve fever. Everyone except my dad tried it. It's ironic because my dad is actually the only one in our group who actually smokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMqlnWwoQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kHWIyK2B5rA/s1600-h/P1080167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202548820251025666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMqlnWwoQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kHWIyK2B5rA/s320/P1080167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMqD3WwoPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/z17DouPZx0w/s1600-h/IMG_4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202548240430440690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMqD3WwoPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/z17DouPZx0w/s320/IMG_4808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw a lot of African wild orchids which apparently are crazy expensive, mainly because exports of this species are not permitted. And if you ever got lost around here, do not try to eat any fruits or vegetables you don't know. Actually... just don't touch anything. There are so many things that are poisonous. There's this one tree that has a very toxic sap, and if you burn it, inhaling the smoke could also kill you. Most of the trees here have some sort of defense mechanisms that work really really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMpeHWwoOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XSvnzAP8XVk/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202547591890378978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMpeHWwoOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XSvnzAP8XVk/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll end here for the game experience. It's actually been a few days since we left Lion Sands, and I still have to blog about Cape Town and Winelands, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Kruger feeling very satisfied and educated. And we have taken about 5GB of photos in just two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-514163354470108103?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/514163354470108103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=514163354470108103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/514163354470108103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/514163354470108103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/game-part-2.html' title='The Game (Part 2)'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDMxkXWwoZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0ZWql4Gn3pg/s72-c/P1080056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-6977115622345138999</id><published>2008-05-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:26:48.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>The one thing I had looked forward to the most for this trip was to see the exotic wildlife in their natural habitats. The minute you arrive in South Africa, you'll start noticing postcards with pictures of five animals on them with the phrase “The African Big Five” written in bold fancy fonts. The animals are: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Lions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Leopards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Elephants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Buffaloes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Rhinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the actual history behind this grouping of animals—how they got to be seemingly more important than the non-big-five, but these creatures are what people look forward to seeing the most in the safari. It's very common that you won't see all of them in just one trip, but luckily we found them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lion Sands game reserve, there are 2 game drives per day, and each drive takes about 3-4 hours. Each group of guests is assigned to one ranger and one tracker who will stick with them for their entire stay. The first game starts at 6am, and the second one starts at 4pm. During our stay, we were able to fit in 3 game drives. The way it works is this: the guests are put in the back seats of this AMAZING vehicle which can sail over anything and EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201958464111288338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDERqXWwoBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1GuUH-rtB1w/s320/P1080299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ranger drives the vehicle, and the tracker sits in the front seat which is located above the vehicle's headlight. Our ranger is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manus&lt;/span&gt; (AKA Marcus), who is extremely knowledgeable about wildlife animals and plants. Million, our tracker, is a local person from an African sub-culture called Chungan. Million has an excellent instinct and experience in finding the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201958859248279586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDESBXWwoCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ld429aGL4AM/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Manus&lt;/span&gt; and Million work together to track where the animals might be by looking at paw prints, dungs, and random things that don't really make much sense unless you're a pro at tracking. By looking at a faint paw print on the dirt road, they're able to tell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)what kind of animal the paw belongs to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)the animal's gender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)an estimate age of the animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)roughly when the paw print was made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)what direction the animal was heading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, we just keep driving. When Million picks up a trail of an animal that we want to see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Manus&lt;/span&gt; just follows Million's directions. Most of the time, we would stay on the small path made for the vehicle, but we're allowed to go off road only to follow the trail of the big-five animals.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a LOT of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kudus&lt;/span&gt;, impalas, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nyalas&lt;/span&gt;. They travel in group, and we found quite a few very big groups. Luckily we're in the middle of a baby season—almost every animal we saw had babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201960375371735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDETZnWwoDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xFOXxQzawXo/s320/P1070752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first animals we saw that got us really excited were warthogs. They are very cute in real life. The whole family stick together—moms in front, then the babies, and the dad would stay at the end to make sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; alright. They're much tinier than I expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201961612322316354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEUhnWwoEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4LWxPHxVnRc/s320/P1070781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first big-five we saw was, surprisingly, a big male leopard. Leopard is one of the most difficult animal to spot because leopards hunt and live alone and move around a lot. The one we saw had just hunted an impala for dinner, and he was getting quite full and tired. Usually they'd take their hunts up a tree to prevent the food from being stolen by hyenas, but this one was just enjoying his meal under a tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201962389711396946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEVO3WwoFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0HJKI1S7Rx0/s320/P1070827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201963089791066226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEV3nWwoHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/K8dTyV1BVuI/s320/P1070851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201962716128911458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEVh3WwoGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SWoCMNkiqh8/s320/P1070835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big-five we saw were a big herd of buffaloes who had just crossed the river from the greater Kruger park. There were so many of them—over a hundred, and they kept walking and eating into the bush. We had to go off-road after them for a while to get some decent pictures because they were moving so fast. There were a few babies running after their moms, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201963948784525442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEWpnWwoII/AAAAAAAAAI0/sm4F4EdBRrA/s320/P1070908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we saw a herd of lions... four females and, surprise surprise, eight cubs!!! The cubs were really cute. They were running around and then started feed on their moms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Manus&lt;/span&gt; told us that it was his first time seeing them, too. About a hundred or so meters away, we found two male lions enjoying themselves under the shade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201966641729020050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEZGXWwoJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ImpzT3usqMg/s320/P1070965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201967243024441506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEZpXWwoKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SN4ylVizqbg/s320/P1080007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201967633866465458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEaAHWwoLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ieXOlHL0-Wc/s320/P1080043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were looking at the lions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Manus&lt;/span&gt; heard sounds of the elephants, and there they were—all forty of them! He (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Manus&lt;/span&gt;) became very cautious about his next move. Instead of going directly from the lions to the elephants, he took a detour, so that the elephants wouldn't detect that we had just come from the lions. This is to protect the cubs because if the elephants knew that there were lion cubs, the elephants would try to kill the cubs by stepping on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The herd of elephants we saw had at least 3 HUGE males, one of whom was trying to mate right in front of us (which got us really nervous because male elephants can be very aggressive during the mating season). There were also a lot of babies. The little ones were curious and tried to get close to check us out. Again, we had to be careful because if the moms think that the babies were in harm, they would make a sound and then the big daddies would come. We don't want that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201968217982017730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEaiHWwoMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EH8nPMcIsg8/s320/P1080209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201968600234107090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDEa4XWwoNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1vTuL6I6cvA/s320/P1080213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thing happened as we were leaving the herd. Since there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; many of them, and a lot of them were blocking the road, we had to drive off-road. The more we drove further into the bush, the more elephants we found. We were basically surrounded by these big animals, and we couldn't get out. The sun was also coming down, so it was getting really dark. We spent a lot of time trying to find and get back to the road. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Manus&lt;/span&gt; and Million seemed to be disagreeing on something the whole time (we wouldn't know because they speak Chungan when they talk among themselves). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Manus&lt;/span&gt; told us later that night that Million gets nervous around elephants because he had witnessed two people killed by some angry elephants a long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write anymore tonight. More animals to come later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-6977115622345138999?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6977115622345138999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=6977115622345138999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/6977115622345138999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/6977115622345138999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/game-part-1.html' title='The Game (Part 1)'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SDERqXWwoBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1GuUH-rtB1w/s72-c/P1080299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-6095288973894810391</id><published>2008-05-17T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:37:44.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Sands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day 4 – We got on the road early in the morning after grabbing breakfast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zuleika&lt;/span&gt; Country House. Our destination for today is Lion Sands private game reserve which is located inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt; game reserve. We were supposed to make a lunch stop at a town called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hazyview&lt;/span&gt;, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Garmin&lt;/span&gt; navigator screwed us up and took us on a route that bypasses the town. It wasn't bad because we found out later that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hazyview&lt;/span&gt; doesn't really have anything we would have enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt; private game reserve is adjacent to the southwest side of Kruger National Park with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt; river separating the lands. Basically, it is an extension of the greater Kruger park, but it's privately managed by the hotels and lodges in the reserve. The animals from Kruger travel back and forth and many make the reserve their homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion Sands is one of the lodges inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt; reserve. They own about 40 square kilometers of game land with a lot of very cool plants and animals (more on that later). There are only 18 rooms total, but they have over 200 staff working there, attending to every detail. We received a little orientation when we checked in. This orientation is very important because, as they put it, we were inside the animals' home, so there are many things we must / must not do for safety reasons. First, we're not supposed to touch any animals (duh!) There are a lot of impala's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nyala's&lt;/span&gt; that come very close to our room to eat grass. There are also a lot of monkeys (too bad my brother has a severe monkey phobia because he was bitten by one as a child). They are very cute, so it's very tempting to pet them. After sundown, you're not allowed to walk by yourself even if it's only to make a short trip to the next room. This is because at night, the more dangerous animals do come very close to us. We had male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;buffaloes&lt;/span&gt; and hippopotamus that came both nights we were there. If you wanted to go anywhere, you'd have to call reception for an escort. All of the staff are very knowledgeable about the wildlife, and they know how to handle animal encounters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hotel itself is very nice and the staff are very attentive. Lion Sands is actually rated one of the top 3 hotels by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tatler&lt;/span&gt;, an international luxury lifestyle magazine. Look at the pictures, and you'll see why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Common areas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201578376685461378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3-XWwn4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/I2Lfo-15wb0/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201578776117419938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-4VnWwn6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/YyqkDVlMw_4/s320/Picture+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201586060381954050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC--9nWwoAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8fanb6-_3cc/s320/Picture+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201578591433826194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-4K3Wwn5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wNPj5-7RpSo/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201577350188277538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3CnWwnyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fHXtNsr_XqM/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201582297990602738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-7inWwn_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/2SmlB5uJmB4/s320/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guest room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-4hHWwn7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/iqnD1DO9wrw/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201578973685915570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-4hHWwn7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/iqnD1DO9wrw/s320/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-31nWwn3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Scf7Bn2XyzY/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201578226361606002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-31nWwn3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Scf7Bn2XyzY/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3r3Wwn2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/wvnKHYZMD14/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201578058857881442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3r3Wwn2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/wvnKHYZMD14/s320/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3iXWwn1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/i_uybBkHw7w/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201577895649124178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3iXWwn1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/i_uybBkHw7w/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3Z3Wwn0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0muvLg5PHI0/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201577749620236098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3Z3Wwn0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0muvLg5PHI0/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201579149779574722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-4rXWwn8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wGW-ErooS3U/s320/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food at Lion Sands was quite good. Every meal, the hotel offers an option of traditional meat, exotic meat, or vegetarian. These are some of the dishes we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201579519146762210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-5A3Wwn-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MhoE9Fp5bOY/s320/Picture+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201579355938004946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-43XWwn9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2zCHfd0kPCw/s320/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make a separate post about the wildlife that we saw. Until then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-6095288973894810391?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6095288973894810391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=6095288973894810391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/6095288973894810391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/6095288973894810391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/lion-sands.html' title='Lion Sands'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC-3-XWwn4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/I2Lfo-15wb0/s72-c/Picture+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-7218614120168623092</id><published>2008-05-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:17:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilgrim's Rest and Zuleika</title><content type='html'>We got up early on our third morning in South Africa. Today, we're heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Graskop's&lt;/span&gt; neighbor town called "Pilgrim's Rest." Pilgrim's Rest has a history of gold mining and is home to the famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alanglade&lt;/span&gt; house museum. Unfortunately we did not get to see the museum because it was closed when we were there. However, the town's Information Center has a decent presentation that tells the story and history of the place, so we did learn something. We parked our van and walked along the main street, went into a few craft stores and spent quite a bit. I found several random things in the stores I thought would make good pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201077089577508466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC3wDnWwnnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yPk8gxqd1IQ/s320/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201076810404634210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC3vzXWwnmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2XXg976hngY/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Pilgrim's Rest and headed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Graskop&lt;/span&gt; at around noon, so we could have lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Graskop's&lt;/span&gt; famous Pancake restaurant. All of the shops and galleries were open by then. I came across this store that made this "curtain" (I don't really know how to call it) out of plastic bottles, and it looked amazing and amazingly "African."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201077446059794050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC3wYXWwnoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OF4apcJVS8o/s320/Picture+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, I visited a small art gallery next to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. There was a piece that caught my attention. I don't have a picture of it, but it's a very simplistic, abstract painting of a red rose against white background. After talking to the gallery keeper, I found out that the artist is Munro, who apparently is quite famous in South Africa. I wanted to buy the piece for my condo. Though because the price was quite expensive, I decided not to buy it. I've regretted the decision ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We said goodbye to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Graskop&lt;/span&gt; and started heading towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zuleika&lt;/span&gt;, our destination for tonight. The drive was supposedly about 100 km or so, but we made several stops for sightseeing. The most impressive sites were the Bourke's Luck Potholes and the Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rondavels&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Blyde&lt;/span&gt; River Canyon. It's difficult to explain what's special about them, so please look at the pictures I took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bourke's Luck Potholes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201078567046258322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC3xZnWwnpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lyQecMhHp-Y/s320/IMG_4420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rondavels&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201079185521548962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC3x9nWwnqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lwb7Kt_2HDs/s320/IMG_4433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were street vendors waiting to sell craft products to tourists at these sites. We actually bought quite a few things. At one of the stops, there were local people singing and doing what appeared to be some sort of a tribal dance. It didn't take my mom and my aunt long to go join them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201080302213045938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC3y-nWwnrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n0jJBhITdSc/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to our destination, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zuleika&lt;/span&gt; Country House, at around 5pm. The route was very scenic all the way up to here. The hotel is nice. The estate is beautifully manicured, and it's enveloped 360-degrees by beautiful mountains (the view from our terrace is amazing!!!) The owner has a border collie, JD, who walks after guests and play with them. There's also a very cute cat with the most beautiful yellow eyes I've seen on any cats. Everything was perfect... except for the fact that they served a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-fixed menu for dinner with lamb as the main dish... and I don't eat lamb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zuleika&lt;/span&gt; Country House:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201082243538263762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC30vnWwntI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0ll91VP-tRE/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201082960797802210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC31ZXWwnuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gr1EqcnMqY0/s320/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201083368819695346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC31xHWwnvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JJCHPoOBfAM/s320/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201087242880196370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC35SnWwnxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/r7EpDfPR1rU/s320/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;View from our terrace:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201080757479579330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC3zZHWwnsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6U4kX6WCImI/s320/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could tell you all about our safari experience right now, but I have an early flight to Capetown tomorrow, so I must head to bed. Will post more tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-7218614120168623092?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7218614120168623092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=7218614120168623092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/7218614120168623092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/7218614120168623092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/pilgrims-rest-and-zuleika.html' title='Pilgrim&apos;s Rest and Zuleika'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC3wDnWwnnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yPk8gxqd1IQ/s72-c/Picture+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-1314769408129660244</id><published>2008-05-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:48:28.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graskop</title><content type='html'>On the second day of our South Africa trip, we left the Peech Hotel early in the morning and drove about 40km to Pretoria, South Africa's capital city. We visited the Royal Thai Embassy to meet with a friend who educated us about South Africa and the Thai community in this country. At the moment, the embassy is overlooking about 2,000 Thai's who reside here. We also learned that imports of Thai women for prostitution is a very big problem because the immigration process in South Africa is not very strict (we came without a visa- we only needed to present our Thai passport at customs). Many Thai women have been tricked into coming here to work as a “Thai masseuse” or as a cook in Thai restaurant but ended up being sold for prostitution. The embassy works on cases like this everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Royal Embassy in Pretoria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201002099448520194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC2r2nWwngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WRSBEnL8YL4/s320/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch in Pretoria, we drove over 250 km east to a cute small town called “Dullstroom.” We stopped to have coffee at a beautiful restaurant/pub. We made friend with the owner of a souvenir store who also owns a florist in town. He brought us to his house across the street and gave us seeds of South African Clivia By the time we were ready to get back on the road (with about 80 km to go), we were already an hour behind schedule. Our destination for tonight is a small town called “Graskop.” From Dullstroom, we drove past Lydenburg to Sabie—this was supposed to be one of the most scenic route we'd take this entire trip, and it was breathtakingly beautiful. Layers of mountains and canyons dramatically emerged as we drove up and down hills and valleys. The backdrop of blue sky became orange, pink, purple, and grey before everything turned pitch black when the sun finally set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Coffee stop in Dullstroom:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201002589074791954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC2sTHWwnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/isq_GPi-MgA/s320/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Our original plan was to stop and do some shopping in Sabie, which is known to have a lot of exotic and colorful stones. We had also planned to visit many waterfalls in Graskop before checking in to the hotel, but we couldn't do any of that because we were running really late. Once in Graskop, we checked in at the Graskop hotel (which appeared to be the only hotel in town). The hotel was packed with french-speaking tourists when we arrived. The dining room was full, so they had to set up a dining table for us in the reading room (which was nice because it had a good view of the garden outside). The food left much to be desired, but I've discovered that I really like South African wine. We had a bottle of cabernet sauvignon shiraz, and it hit the spot. I usually am not a big fan of red wine, but South African red wines do not have an appalling strong kick like most other red wines—it's smooth and has a pleasant aged aroma and lasting aftertaste. I drank so much wine that I got more than a little tipsy. When we headed back to our hotel rooms, it took me a few tries to put the key in the keyhole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Pictures of Graskop hotel:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201005973509021250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC2vYHWwnkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ETF8CfHZwQg/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201005655681441330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC2vFnWwnjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wOKhpAbqjSo/s320/P1070394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201004736558439970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC2uQHWwniI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PnKIxp7f5zU/s320/P1070402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;That pretty much sums it up for today's journey, but I want to touch a little bit on Graskop. It is a very small town, and it is known for flyfishing, having many beautiful waterfalls, and for being a neighbor town of Pilgrim's Rest, a more touristy miner's town (more on that later). Graskop's main street only stretches for a couple hundred meters with small retail stores, art galleries, a hotel, and a famous pancake restaurant on the two sides. It is dead quiet at night, but street vendors flock the sidewalks during the day, selling African crafts. Graskop very much reminds me of a small town in an old Western movie. It feels like it's in the middle of nowhere, and the road that leads into and out of it stretches far into nothingness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;The town of Graskop:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201007107380387410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC2waHWwnlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BwvMP7XCVjc/s320/Picture+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-1314769408129660244?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1314769408129660244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=1314769408129660244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/1314769408129660244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/1314769408129660244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/graskop.html' title='Graskop'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SC2r2nWwngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WRSBEnL8YL4/s72-c/Picture+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-7518075256405207702</id><published>2008-05-16T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:19:16.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News &amp; Bad News...</title><content type='html'>Good news first-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it back safe to civilization (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;) after having gone without it for a few days. The good news is I have lots of interesting things to tell you about the trip so far. I will be making separate posts on them later (at least some of it will be posted tonight. I'm back in Johannesburg now and will leave for Cape Town tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just phoned home in Bangkok to get an update on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;P'Noi&lt;/span&gt; (the caretaker) informed me that the day after I left, Misia had a big pimple on her butt which popped and had a lot of discharge. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;P'Noi&lt;/span&gt; took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; to the vet who treated the infection himself for a few days. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;P'Noi&lt;/span&gt; has been doing it by herself at home. The vet had to shave the hair around the infected site to control the hygiene. It sounded like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Misia's&lt;/span&gt; doing better now, but I am still very worried. The vet said this happened because a gland around the area is clogged by something dirty. I don't know whether the fact that she'd survived the long 16-hour flight without going at all had anything to do with it... or the stress of being in a new environment and not having me there. I feel really bad now. I wish I could cut my trip short and take the next flight home to see her :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-7518075256405207702?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7518075256405207702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=7518075256405207702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/7518075256405207702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/7518075256405207702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News &amp; Bad News...'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-7417166510375762772</id><published>2008-05-11T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:09:07.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cradle of Humankind</title><content type='html'>I slept through most of the 12-hour flight to Johannesburg. This has also been my first time on the Airbus 340-600, which is the bigger version of the plane I flew in from NYC to BKK. The trip was, as they put it, smooth as silk. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199380487301274994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfpAXWwnXI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xc1qB-Y1iJ8/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;I've learned over the year that my family (especially mom) never travels light, but this time it's out of control. For example, my mom decided to bring along her chinese tea leaves, several teapots, tea kettle, and a tea serving set for seven. Look at our suitcases, and you'll see what I'm talking about. Remember this is a 12-day trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199380955452710274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfpbnWwnYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PLp3f73nZaM/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;The weather in Johannesburg is really nice—59F – 68F throughout the day with deep blue sky and occasionally beautiful clouds (the big fluffy kind you don't see often in the US).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199381363474603410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfpzXWwnZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RZ3EZXZpAQs/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199381737136758178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfqJHWwnaI/AAAAAAAAADE/pQDMzd9ICyc/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199382080734141874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfqdHWwnbI/AAAAAAAAADM/4sN77FlCLZ8/s320/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Once we picked up our rental van, we checked in at Peech Hotel in Melrose, right outside of Johannesburg. It's a small boutique hotel with subtle yet elegant design—very comfy and chic. We also had breakfast at the hotel's cute little restaurant. It's Mother's Day today, and apparently people here celebrate it a lot, so quite a few families brought their moms over here for breakfast. I had probably the best omelet I've ever had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199382583245315522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfq6XWwncI/AAAAAAAAADU/K_JIqxfNO_o/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we drove about 40 minutes away to Sterkfontein cave where the fossil of Mrs. Ples was discovered. Mrs. Ples, the oldest human fossil ever discovered, is believed to be the missing link between the apes and the humans because the anatomy resemble both kinds. We took an hour tour of the cave which goes down 200m underground. It was very cool to see the rock formation. The cave was so big there was actually an underground lake in it. Despite the cave being very dark, my mom wore her sunglasses the whole time because she'd forgotten to bring her eyeglasses and she cannot see without corrective lenses. As a result, she fell inside the cave, sprained her ankle and tore the pants she was wearing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199382969792372178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfrQ3WwndI/AAAAAAAAADc/AzVD1C0e3ak/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199383317684723170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfrlHWwneI/AAAAAAAAADk/K_vuJiYnKLA/s320/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After the cave, we drove about 10km away to the Maropeng museum which I found very interesting. The architecture of the building is very unique. They covered the building with earth, so the building looks like a little mountain. Once you're inside, you walk underground and get on this “Small World” ride which presented the process how continents were formed (instead of the cute little international people singing Small World with no accent). It was entertaining. The other exhibitions were all very well-presented and interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199383785836158450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfsAXWwnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/QhPJVFNCNQQ/s320/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We then drove back to the hotel at around 6pm and had dinner (we'd been advised by many to not be out after dark, so we had to cut the day a little short). I had a really good steak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;My first impression of South Africa so far has been good. The people at the hotel are very very nice and friendly. The landscapes are beautiful and unique. Have not seen a wildlife animal yet, but we'll get to that in a few days. I was also very impressed by the presentation of their museums. It shows that they put in a lot of care and attentions into educating the world about their country. That's admirable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-7417166510375762772?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7417166510375762772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=7417166510375762772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/7417166510375762772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/7417166510375762772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/cradle-of-humankind.html' title='The Cradle of Humankind'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCfpAXWwnXI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xc1qB-Y1iJ8/s72-c/Picture+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-783714252629223305</id><published>2008-05-10T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:54:56.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCWM_iFAa5I/AAAAAAAAACk/00ACGis9y6A/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198716367976557458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCWM_iFAa5I/AAAAAAAAACk/00ACGis9y6A/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... looks like Misia and I are being kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was proofing the last post, Misia peed on my mom's sofa again... same spot she did last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is PISSED!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-783714252629223305?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/783714252629223305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=783714252629223305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/783714252629223305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/783714252629223305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCWM_iFAa5I/AAAAAAAAACk/00ACGis9y6A/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-6830370595825860532</id><published>2008-05-10T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:56:04.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So What's Misia Been Up To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCV3xiFAayI/AAAAAAAAABs/gBnpCG-ybVo/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198693037714205474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCV3xiFAayI/AAAAAAAAABs/gBnpCG-ybVo/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I must say that Bangkok is a difficult city to have a pet dog. There are many families that own a dog or two, but the dogs are not as well-taken care of in contrast to what I am used to seeing in the US. Dogs here certainly do not get nearly as much exercise as they should. There are not many places where dog owners can take their dog to for a walk or to socialize with other dogs. Anyhow, since we arrived in Thailand, I've tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; at two parks already. First, we went to one in front of the Ministry of Public Health. It was actually very good- large and open grassy field surrounded by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canal&lt;/span&gt;. When we went, there were about 15 - 20 dogs there, all off-leash and just hanging out. Luckily, this park is only a 15-minute drive away from our house, so we'll definitely be going back there often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198695352701578034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCV54SFAazI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6Cm_XWrLIWk/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another park that we tried (just went there this afternoon actually) is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ozono&lt;/span&gt;, which is located right in downtown Bangkok. This park is not nearly as large as the other one, but it has cafes, restaurants, and an ice-cream place in it, so it's good for people, too. We got there at three, and it was rather empty at first. Only two dogs came during the first hour, and it was too hot for the dogs to play anyways. Right around 4:30pm, suddenly more dogs showed up, including a cute beagle puppy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Toon&lt;/span&gt; Tong who just clicked with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; instantly, and they ran laps around the park chasing each other. It was so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCV8XSFAa2I/AAAAAAAAACM/hH4p854Z1FM/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198698084300778338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCV8XSFAa2I/AAAAAAAAACM/hH4p854Z1FM/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCV79yFAa1I/AAAAAAAAACE/H9YtF9-E38w/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198697646214114130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCV79yFAa1I/AAAAAAAAACE/H9YtF9-E38w/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than going to these two parks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; has not really been doing anything else. It's difficult to just walk her outside because there are many neighborhood dogs that bark at her, and it's just really hot out- she doesn't really enjoy getting walked during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... the second day after we arrived, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; peed on my mom's expensive sofa, and my mom is PISSED. She's never done that before (going to bathroom on our furniture). I've concluded that it's so hot here (her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; has been hanging all the time since we arrived), so she's been drinking more water than usual. Now I'm looking for an apartment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; and I can stay together because mom is going to kick us out soon (serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'm off to South Africa tonight. While I'm gone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; will be staying with our trusted house keepers (one of whom I've caught feeding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; more food than I'd allowed- he said she was begging... but we had a talk- I'm hoping that won't happen again). So the next time I blog would be from Johannesburg if I get enough time to write something at the hotel. Anyhow... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; is doing good. She misses everyone in Boston though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-6830370595825860532?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6830370595825860532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=6830370595825860532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/6830370595825860532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/6830370595825860532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-whats-misia-been-up-to.html' title='So What&apos;s Misia Been Up To?'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCV3xiFAayI/AAAAAAAAABs/gBnpCG-ybVo/s72-c/Picture+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-669453725640273707</id><published>2008-05-08T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:36:46.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCOhn2Li2GI/AAAAAAAAABU/BBILS-K9T_4/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198176100846590050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCOhn2Li2GI/AAAAAAAAABU/BBILS-K9T_4/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first day after my arrival in Thailand, my brother drove me, my sister, and my mom about 30 minutes outside of Bangkok to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ruen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaew&lt;/span&gt;," a family-run store with an impressive collection of exotic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eclectic&lt;/span&gt;, oriental, colonial, decorative artifacts. The store is about the size of Home Depot (I may be exaggerating a little), and it's packed with very interesting stuff from all over Asia. My mom picked out a door for one of her garden villas. I almost got myself two wood carved cat dolls just because their poses are so funny and remind me of Gus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pandie&lt;/span&gt;... but then I remembered that I have good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198192653650548850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCOwrWLi2HI/AAAAAAAAABc/BahJM_FXYLI/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After we left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ruen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaew&lt;/span&gt;, my sister took us to her favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt; place in Bangkok. The name escapes my memory at the moment (actually, I never learned it), but I will update this post with the name once I find out. Anyhow... I still prefer Ken's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt; (in Boston), but this isn't bad at all. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;charshu&lt;/span&gt; (pork) is very tender and tasty. The broth and the noodle are okay, but the egg is excellent! Cooked to perfection! Oh and we ordered extra pork, 7 slices of which came in a small side plate, and it only cost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;THB&lt;/span&gt; 50. BEAT THAT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198194745299622018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCOylGLi2II/AAAAAAAAABk/XBBaPvHGCQ8/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That afternoon, I got myself a new SIM card for my lovely iPhone. I need to write about this because the whole experience was so pleasantly absurd. In the US, you get your cell phone by waiting in ridiculously slow-moving line at your local AT&amp;amp;T, T-Mobile, Verizon store to fight over what plans and contracts you DON'T want (been there, done that). Here in Thailand- I went to a mobile phone store called Serenade which is beautifully decorated with comfy leather sofas, chandeliers, flowers... basically it looks like a lobby of some high-end boutique hotel. Once I arrived, the receptionist seated me on a white leather couch and asked whether I'd like tea, coffee, or soda. Once the beverage was served (with cookies), a designated sales lady came out and asked me exactly what I needed in the plan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. how much I use the phone, what time of day I use it most, and what my favorite numbers are. She then disappeared for a couple minutes then returned with a list of 10-15 phone numbers that have my favorite numbers in there with good patterns (such as 7755, 7575, 5577, etc.). After I picked my number, she showed me what plans were available and recommended one that she thought would work best for my usage. I signed the contract which is very non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;committal&lt;/span&gt;- you can change your plan or cancel at any time with no penalty. I left feeling very pampered, and of course with a SIM card for my iPhone :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I got home- I had some questions about the plan that I got, so I called the customer service. I was put on hold for a bout 10 seconds. The person on the other end was very polite and helpful. What's funny was that once our conversation was over, I was taken to this automated rating system for the service. I was asked to rate, on a scale of 1 to 10, how satisfied I was with the service I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;, but then you're only given two choices: press 1 for 10 and press 2 for 7. You cannot give them any other ratings, so what's the point of this "scale"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is getting too long. I'll write more later. Ciao! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-669453725640273707?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/669453725640273707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=669453725640273707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/669453725640273707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/669453725640273707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-few-days.html' title='The First Few Days'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCOhn2Li2GI/AAAAAAAAABU/BBILS-K9T_4/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957602494520911978.post-5341664794613774002</id><published>2008-05-07T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:45:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCJzzmLi2DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p0hPYtu5DA4/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197844250198464562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCJzzmLi2DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p0hPYtu5DA4/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a full week of rain in Boston, the sky finally cleared up just in time for my and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Misia's&lt;/span&gt; departure on Monday (May 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008). To be honest, I was very nervous about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Misia's&lt;/span&gt; being crated for 20 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; (the flight time is supposed to be 17:30 hours). As we arrived at JFK, we immediately took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; to do her last bathroom business before the long flight. After 15 minutes of walking her around and waiting, she did not go #2, and we had to proceed. The check-in of the dog was straight-forward- thanks to Thai Airways for making this as easy as it was. I waited until the last minute to check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; in. As I proceeded to the gate, I got a glimpse of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Misia's&lt;/span&gt; crate being loaded to the cargo compartment. The flight today (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TG&lt;/span&gt;793, NYC-Bangkok direct) was rather empty. There's about one passenger for every three seats. I got a whole row to myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to strong tailwind (or headwind?), the flight arrived in Thailand a full hour ahead of schedule. I was able to properly import &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Misia&lt;/span&gt; within half hour after landing. Surprisingly, she did not go to bathroom in her crate at all. She let it all out when we got home though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCJ1D2Li2FI/AAAAAAAAABM/S8YfqCvDrh0/s1600-h/Picture-023b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197845628882966610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCJ1D2Li2FI/AAAAAAAAABM/S8YfqCvDrh0/s320/Picture-023b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we're here safe and sound. Until my next post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sawasdee&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCJ0KWLi2EI/AAAAAAAAABE/Aj5a_vJ2v_M/s1600-h/Picture-023b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2957602494520911978-5341664794613774002?l=followmesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5341664794613774002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2957602494520911978&amp;postID=5341664794613774002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/5341664794613774002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2957602494520911978/posts/default/5341664794613774002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followmesi.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-we-are.html' title='Here We Are!'/><author><name>Oatster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08048481376842693448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jiHZBYzZ0ck/SCJzzmLi2DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p0hPYtu5DA4/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
