The Big Dipper in Diyabubula, Sri Lanka

Sitting out in the open roof, while watching the family of macaques coming home to roost as the sun came down. Laki Senanayake pointed out at the night skies, “Look, Its the big dipper”.  I turned to my side with my mouth open, totally in awed.

There it was, in the unpolluted night skies, the inverted spoon sparkle so brightly into my naked eyes. It was my first time seeing it as clearly as  when the ancients had seen without all the light pollution fogging out its beautiful blinking lights.

I was privileged to be spending time with a living legend, artist, architect, genius, Laki Senanayake. Later I found out he was famous for his landscape architecture design with the Sri Lankan Architect, Geoffrey Bower.

Diyabubula - home of Laki Senanayake

He shares his gorgeous open space on stilts surrounded by pools of man-made small lakes all over the property with macaques, kingfishers, otters and other wild life making Diyabubula their home. A sanctuary for all,  away from the dry land farmland that surrounded this jungle forested property.

View of Diyabubula from across the lake

Diyabubula is named after the spring that feeds the whole land, bubula as in the bubbles. Amazingly back in the 1970s, this place was once a flat and dry farmland, Laki gradually planted native trees and plants, and over time created a series of dams to create the lakes and ponds that has become the huge feature of Diyabubula. This in turns help feed the trees and the animals that come to gather in this artist sanctuary.

This was an experiment to recreate a jungle and let nature gradually claim its place.  All around the property, Laki has on-going experiments with nature, a palm tree structure that is slowly growing into a home, what he calls Bio Structure where his art work have nature as his co-artist, turning the pieces into its own creations.

Each dawn and dusk, Laki would sit out, in front of the mini lake with his large binoculars looking at birds or with his sketchbook doing what he calls just ‘scribbles’. A group of architecture students just came by in the afternoon and bought all his scribbles of paper. It was pretty common to have large groups of people visiting him and he enjoys the attention from time to time, a break from his routine.

Come dusk, Laki sits on his wheel chair with his binoculars, watching at the various birds flying pass his home

A group of Architecture students from Colombo came visiting Diyabubula, it is quite a frequent affair to this serene sanctuary

Living with nature has its drawbacks, the constant upkeep requires a few assistants who quietly clean and sweep the whole house of leaves each morning, trimming the trees and branches to prevent the jungle from turning over. The macaques had fooled around with the speakers that surround the lake, the speakers wasn’t working. Mani, one of the assistants was busy covering the speakers with garbage bags, after one cheeky macaque ripped out the plastic covering of the speakers.

Laki created these design on concrete to allow water to flow into another series of pools. ‘It reflects the water in moonlight”, when I asked about it.

We discussed about Noam Chomsky and American politics, his favorite conversations de jour as he has downloaded a series of youtube videos. I encouraged him to read the book Confessions of the Economic Hitman, he introduced me to Bird and Fortune, a british comedy sketch show.

The whole house is WiFi connected and has all the modern conveniences (including 5 toilets for a household of 2 “because there are many guests who keeps coming and going”)  along with the ants, mozzies, bats and moths and fireflies and frogs that roam freely in my open windowless bedroom.

Each evening, Laki pours a series of nightcaps and smokes his favorite joint, sharing the favorite salmon mayonnaise on cream crackers with me, while we watched television on the internet.

“Have you seen my crocodile today?”

I shine my torch around to look for its red eyes, the little crocodile came out at night, hiding near his feeding spot.

Laki, for the longest time had always wanted one, and finally someone gave him one after capturing the stray crocodile in a waterway. Laki was getting it to be use to being fed by humans through a series of pulley strings with raw chicken pieces. I wondered if the macaques would know there is a crocodile in the mini lake and stop bathing in it during the dry season. For now the baby crocodile is the smallest creature in the mini lake of giant carps and snapping turtles.

A magical place with a magical genius with such humble attitude to life. So blessed to have spent time here in Diyabubula.

This quiet sanctuary would soon inhabit an exclusive spa hotel where rich tourists would come for their Ayurveda massages. There seem to be tons of these Ayurveda Spa hotels all around Sri Lanka, unfortunately.

The lights come on in the evening, revealing pieces of Laki’s art sculptures surrounding the lake.

Laki calls it his mooncatcher, it traps the light on a full moon reflecting the light into the interior of the house.

Laki’s favorite chair, beside his Bio structure of the double coconut where moss has grown over it.

A Varanasi Funeral

Many Hindus visit Varanasi, the ancient holy city of India for their pilgrimage and a few come to die here, and many others come to be thrown into the rivers of the Ganges.

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Sitting around the steps at the small burning ghat in the late afternoon (a daily event to watch the sunset) a group of men carried a body and placed it right in front of me, a narrow stretch of rather busy walkway. Passer-bys walk pass the body, few glimpses and nonchalant stares, some tourists gawked and snapped few photos.

The body was barely covered with a cloth, out in the open, with parts of the body exposed.  Gradually more people came, the body was undressed openly, with the face covered, syringe bag and tube taken out from the arm and tossed aside. A white cloth was placed and formed the loin cloth for the deceased. Brightly covered orange shroud wrapped the body.

Few tourists pass by and snapped a few shots and walked away, others stopped for a few seconds and gawked. Other locals gathered around to watch those tourists gawking.

Someone came over with a compact camera, the relatives exposed the face and lifted the upper body for photos to be taken together with the body, sort of a final family photo before the body is disposed. A young man saw me and caught my eye by gesturing me to come over with my camera to photograph his father. I politely went over and shook my head, offered some money for the funeral expenses. In my culture it was customary to offer some financial help for the funeral expenses whenever we see them.  Young man refused my money but still gestured for me to photograph him and his family with his dead father. I felt it was rather inappropriate and declined.

I was fascinated by the whole process.

Photographing Death was’nt as taboo for the family obviously, however irritatingly a few Indian passerbys stopped and told me don’t photograph them unless payment was given, obviously these shameless Indian men wanted to extort money from me, trying to take advantage of the situation.

The body was left out the in open, a few passerbys threw money on the body,  and a few rascal children quickly ran over and took the money.  Then the young man gestured me to place money on the body, I took out 200rupees and placed it on the body. A rascal boy quickly ran and snatched the money as soon as it touched the body.

A Belgian lady who was beside me, shooked her head, “I don’t understand why the family didn’t want any money you offered and let the beggar child steal the money”

I asked why they didn’t burn the body and was told it cost too much, 50,000 rupees to buy the wood for the funeral pyre. The funeral mafia sets the price which poor folks can’t afford. Fire wood was expensive, the whole burning ceremony needed a lot more money that poor folks can’t afford. Every thing in the burning ghats are controlled by the funeral mafia, from the death sadhus who perform the death ceremonies, to the wood sellers and ceremony items as well as the death photographer who takes family photos with the deceased.  It is all business in Varanasi, generations entrenched into this hindu affair. Death is big business here in Varanasi for generations.

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The family, waiting for the boat to arrive

Then came the orange hair man, henna dyed, covered with a thick gold chain, and a big gold watch with some gold chains. Some negotiations went on, he spoke loudly to the brother of the deceased and walked away.

The body was taken down the stairs towards the river, the young man’s mother gestured me to come over. Me and my Belgian companion quickly went over, they might be sending the body off soon.  I asked if I could photograph them, and the brother of the deceased agreed.

We waited quite a long time, with some smattering of English and poor Hindi, I asked what was taking so long.  The boss of the boat man wanted more than 8000 rupees for the boat to throw the body into the river, and they were negotiating the price down to 5000 rupees.

I discretely pushed a 1000 rupee into the hands of the brother, but he would not take it. (eventually, the brother finally accepted my funeral alms after my insistence)

The orange haired man came out again and shouted at me, “No photos, stop stop!” waving his hands loudly at me. The brother of the deceased defending me, said something to the orange haired man, and the man shouted something back at him about tourists photographing them. Tourists need to pay money, he said to me. My Belgian friend and I told him off,  Pay you or the family, stop taking advantage of them!

Eventually a boat came over, the body lifted onto the boat and tied to a stab of rock. Unceremoniously the boat went barely off shore to the middle of the shallow waters and threw the body into the murky waters. It cost 5000 rupees for a short barely 2 meters off to the Ganges.

The deed was done, the crazy orange haired man suddenly calmed down, I asked him if he was the funeral owner, he smiled happily and said his family has been doing this for 100 generations, waving his arm with a large gold watch towards the boats. “See I own these boats, I rent it out to the poor families who can’t afford the burning funeral,  I help them out, otherwise the poor families cannot have their funerals. I take tourists out on those boats, I have a few boats. This is in my blood,  My family business. Come tomorrow, my boat will bring you around the river to watch sunrise, only 400 rupees”

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The family carrying the body to the boat

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The boat barely off shore, in the background, a boat loaded with Indian tourists watching on, along with unsuspectingly tourist right beside the funeral boat.

Stampful box from Ecuador

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Guess what came from the mail!

Finally, my box from Ecuador arrived covered with stamps!

Can’t believe the post mistress took the time to stick all those stamps on my mail!

Food in East China : Autumn dish of Snail Stew

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My Autumn favorite of yummy pepper corn chili snail stew!  A very popular dish in Shanghai during this time of the year where the weather is getting cold.

You get served a big bowl of snail stew and a bowl of plain noodles. Tasty and one of the few things I would eat in this smoggy city

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Food in East China : All manner of Dumplings

I must admit, I hate dumplings, they all have pork or beef in them and I don’t usually eat mammals but forced to eat them. Chinese pork and beef smell off and musky and covered with thick glutenly wheat flour. Thats just me thought,  many others in my entourage really love them

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A huge array of Dumplings to choose from!

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Silk factory in East China, a dying art form

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As China progresses, the inevitable happens to ancient crafts. Here in Zhejiang Province , old towns producing traditional crafted silk are fast dying off. These are where the art of Silk crafting is invented. These old towns are where they grow the mulberry orchards, tender to the delicate mulberry silk worms to painstakingly harvesting silk from these worms in community factories.  The most famous are the Jili silk factories which are dying out.

With closing of silk factories in these villages, many tourists like me started invading these places and sneaking images of the dying factory before getting chased out  for not paying the tourist entry tax.

A sad fate for high quality silk artisans being killed off and taking over from it, the inferior silk that we will left with and probably be educated with in the future.

How I wish I have gotten the silk stuffed qulits!

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Food in East China : Famous Air Dried Chinese Ham

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For you gourmets out there, When you talk about Ham, you would either regard the hipsters choice of Spanish Iberian Ham or Italian Culatello  Prosciutto. Surprising to the rest of you Hipsters, I bet you don’t know China has its version of great Prosciutto.

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The famous ones are from Jin Hua and cost quite a fair bit of Dosh!

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This particular Air cured Jin Hua ham is best thinly shaved and sprinkle on Shark fin soup. While I don’t recommend you killing Sharks just for its fin and eating the poor creature in a soup broth that is simmered with ham and chicken stock. This is one popular way of serving it.

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Jin Hua Chinese Ham is crazy expensive here in China and can cost as much as your Italian Culatello since it comes from old breed of pigs which are fattier and not as genetically modified like the rest.  Good and genuine Jin Hua Ham taste exquisite, and is up to par to the best Iberian Ham out there. So far I have been terribly disappointed with many Spanish Iberian Ham as most popular producers sold in my country these days, do not give time to ferment and it very dry and saltish. A good Jin Hua ham are incredibly unami in flavor, moist aromatic.

Give hope

Portland, Oregon, USA

At a homeless shelter in downtown Portland, Oregon

It is fascinating to be in Portland, its a very interesting city filled with various characters of life. Downtown Portland is a little grungy, some parts are pretty old and there are streets where there are homeless people roaming around near homeless shelters.  For a wealthy country like the United States, it is heart wrenching to see how many are marginalised and the wealth gap just keeps widening.

For someone who comes from Asia, where we do struggle and receive no government help at all, I am puzzled by the amount of people choosing to be homeless. They have their own stories to tell and clearly some are mentally ill and have become drug dependent. But why would there be such unusual amount of young people choosing to be homeless is perplexing to me.

I don’t want to photograph nor interview them because I was only there for a few hours, it would take a whole project to discover this whole situation that America is facing and I am not the one who do it.

Maybe in Singapore we are too comfortable, to realise how tough it can get in the Land of Dreams. But we are Asians and we have grown up to believe that no one would help us. Being homeless is not an option in our society where it is deemed illegal by our Singapore government. Since there is no one out there to help us, we must help ourselves and not rely on anyone especially our government. Even if it is dark and bleak, we discover tiny pieces of Hope, hope that is instilled in us since we were young. That’s the Asian culture, we grow up thinking that there is hope somewhere out there and we have to find a will to work towards that even if there is no outside support at all.

That;s the difference between the Land of Dreams and where I live. Hope is sometimes taken from people and darkness fills in the gap.

At least we have Hope, and sometimes we need to spread that to others who need them.

Chocolate Hills in Philippines

Sagbayan, Chocolate Hills, Bohol Island in Philippines

Legends has it, that two giants were fighting and hurling rocks and boulders at each other, the fight lasted for days, exhausted they became friends and leaving a mess of rocks and boulders that formed the hills of today.

Carmen is the more popular place to view these hills and has more tourist than the less well known Sagbayan Peak. I would recommend to visit both places as each has slightly different geographical formations.

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The mysterious Alien Nazca lines!

Legends has it that the mysterious Nazca lines of Peru were created by ancient Nazca people for visiting Aliens in their strange air crafts. Nazca images were symbols for communicating with landing craft and landing strips were created along with the symbols.

I come to believe it is true, however I am not sure if the Aliens did land on those landing strips made by these ancient Nazca people. The lines were constructed impeccably by clearing off shallow rock debris on this dry desert plains, the lines were so shallowly created that I couldn’t believe you can see it from the air.

This has been one of the places I had always wanted to visit since I was a young kid after reading all the conspiracy theories in supernatural magazines.

It was the low season, and unfortunately not all the aircraft companies were open, the price for a short 30mins was us$150, it was usually us$90 when all the companies were competing with each other.

There was a  Peruvian version of Sesame street  being shot while I was waiting for the flight and I might be in a part of the episode. I made friends with a couple of the characters while they were filming us and were chatting with the puppets who were taking the Nazca flights as well.

Even thought the airport was constructed for just viewing the Nazca lines,  we needed to have a security screening, our bags were checked and so were all of us under a metal detector and a screening gate.

There is a mandatory 2 pilots on each tiny 8 seater plane, because of a plane crash accident when one pilot had a heart attack on flight and killing all the tourists a few years back.

The pilot greeted us and explained the various Nazca lines we were to fly over, each of us were weighed to assign seats, and I was lucky to be assigned the last seat at the tail for a window all to my own.

The plane circled a few times around each line, from above some of the lines could be barely made out because of the constant erosion by vehicles crossing the desert.  30minutes was a pretty short time, but it was worth the cost of visiting these lines which could possibly be destroyed with more human activities in the Nazca deserts.