Joanne has a healthy 6.1 lb baby called Jessica (a great name I think). I am still kind of processing it all!

Hello World!
Joanne has a healthy 6.1 lb baby called Jessica (a great name I think). I am still kind of processing it all!

Hello World!
I have finally got round to posting an entry about Andres – possibly the loudest person I have ever met, but somebody who became a great friend in his time here. He has now gone back to the US to continue study and prepare for stardom.
A native of Columbia, he was never short of the most fascinating stories. His family owns the world’s second largest balloon factory and it was a source of constant amusement for Michael and I to tease ever more ridiculous stories. The most amazing one revolved around the eagles that frequented his grand father’s office – the population convinced they were the spirit of his grand mother.
Anyway – some photos for y’all:

Well dressed as ever

Always the centre of attention – a night out with Marta and the Asus interns

Andre and I visited a coffee shop themed around the humble Thomas Crapper – sadly, the concept was not very well implemented (so much more possibility!)… and the food, served in potties, was indeed, shit.
Here’s to you Andres!
Here’s one for Danny!
(my Chinese Yankee livin it up in the USA now)

Old Chang Kee

Tanja works it
I treated Erin and myself to a long weekend in Singapore to go and visit super-couple Michael and Tanja. Michael, for those of you joining the movie late, is one of my old colleagues / class mates / general great friend that I used to work with at Asus, and Tanja is just one of the best people in the world full stop – so I was really looking forward to seeing them again.
They have really managed to land on their feet. A large colonial house with high ceilings, wood floors and luxurious amounts of space to breathe. Something truly inspiring to aim for, and they deserve every ‘ping’ of it.
I had been to Singapore before (see here) but it was Erin’s first time. I therefore played tour guide around the sights, sounds and smells of Singapore’s various ethnic neighbourhoods. It was really fun to come back and know my way around – and it was a breath of fresh air to be free of scooters, all the 7-11s and the hustle and bustle that makes Taiwan, Taiwan.

Erin is a big fan of Singapore
After the sites of Singapore’s more than ample tourist industry, it was really pleasant to change gear and join M&T; on a nice night out drinking outside (remember what that is like in Taiwan?) on a rooftop looking out over the city, and planning our imminent trip to the BEACH.
Now, I was pretty open minded about which beach we should go to. The guys have been here a few months but they are still checking out the best places to go and what is new for them of course is new for me. However. They dropped the ball when they informed me that to get to the beach in Sentosa requires an underground train ride, linking up with a cable car … and then gravity driven go cart to the beach! Tony Blair – please listen to the voice of the people – we need more gravity assisted go-carts in ALL major cities. Crime rates would drop, and the nation will be happier. It was immense fun (and I am genuinely looking forward to going back to Singapore for only this reason).

Tanja Franzen – driving for McLaren this year. Awesome.
Now Sentosa, by any European measurements should be an area to avoid at all costs. An artificial island built purely to sun the overworked Singaporeans and juxtaposed next to what seems to be a oil supertanker show room it is a pretty gaudy mix of Pirates of the Caribbean and Disney. But lying on that beach, the waves lapping (was there a wave machine, me asks?) and just out of view of the tankers if you squint a bit … and it was something close to heaven. Delicious.

Fierce!

Michael looks nervous

Erin looks cheeky …

… and great

The trees were real, I think, but kept expecting Thunderbird special effects as Virgil pilots TB 2 away to a world trouble spot (of which there are plenty these days, it seems)

New shades from Japan

The suspension of disbelief is maintained right up until you ascend the tallest hill in Singapore (yes 150 metres! – all the rest have been used to reclaim land) – kind of beautiful in its own way … but you click your heels together and you are home.

Unfortunately, Erin clicked her heels together a touch too hard and lost one of her shoes – this shot rather nicely captures the mood of the moment!

Gone for good – and I lend my shoes to Erin until we reach the first shoe store (with nice shoes)
In actual fact, the original excuse to visit Singapore happened on Saturday night – DJ Shadow playing a preview show of his new album at Zouk club; one of the most famous clubs in all of Asialand.
Some absolutely ridiculous ticket antics on their part almost ruined our night, though. I am sure in Taipei most problems are a result of benign dimness, and things work out well in the end. In Singpore, rules are more meticulously enforced. Which is dull – but then I think that is what the locals sacrifice in return for safety, comfort and wealth.
When we all arrived, it was clear that our friend the door man had invited all of his friends, and the club was so packed you could hardly move. People say this when describing rock concerts, but I really mean it. Entirely ridiculous – I would guess it was over capacity by 20% – and at times I was really ready to just quit and go home. In the end though, we did find a little spot where were not in fear of being crushed to death and that we could relax. But sorry Mr Shadow – I am downloading your album and not paying for it, in return for my broken ribs.

Someone finds it funny
So. A great weekend in Singapore. Amazing food (again). And more than fantastic to see some people that really defined my Taiwan experience – and great to see them doing so well. Here’s to you!
Posted rather late – so some photos of an awesome weekend of music, in one of the finest gig locations I have ever seen – at the old Taipei zoo location near the Grand Hotel.
Very special – doubly so since Andres, Nelson, Marta, Dean, Christina and others joined us. It was the second time I saw The Super Furry Animals live, and was blown away by the sure footed swagger of Dirty Pretty Things – half of the Libertines.
So, finally, some music!

Magical mystery cones – Peter rugby tackled one later on, much to the ire of the management. A case of not quite knowing how to handle foreigners in a rock festival mood.

Shoes

The star of the show

Blurry

Beer from a tea pot. No, it made sense. Apparently.

Quite the most fantastic location for a concert. The best location since seeing Mogwai in Wulai
I managed to hold out an enormous amount of time before finally making it to Japan, and still Ele beats me to it by a few hours. But now I have broken my duck and I can be positive that I will be back here again very soon.
Impressions are intense and very varied, both confirming and dismantling previously held stereotypes about these islands. All in all, it was everything I expected it to be, but also more accessible better value than I expected.
Yesterday – my last full day in Japan was a well organised jolly to the beach, some temples and then dinner and (more) drinks in Shinjuku. A tiring, but amazing day, once again.

Temples in… I’ll have to ask the place’s name!

Ele (and Kauru just behind) pose with the flars

Surf’s up – and against my expectations, the Japanese really could surf, and seemed to love the water – not like Taiwan
As a final jaunt together, Ele and I managed to break through our collective hangover and squeeze in a quick visit to Akihabara to check out the Electric Town. Right now I am just about to fall over due to lack of food, so I should go and look after myself. I`ll be looking for my final mouthfull of sushi before I leave, I can be sure.
Sayonara, Japan… I`ll be back.
We got in late last night. Roppongi. Mark as dangerous. The area I was told not to go was of course the first destination for the CSR crew boys here. A late night and a lack of sleep did not help getting up this morning, despite Tokyo being on our door step. Indeed, it took shaved ice with pure glucose sauce to kick me out of my stinker of a hangover. Roppongi.

Ele, Kauru, Junko and I live it up

Never have I seen so many energy drinks in one place – ‘functional’ drinks are huge in Japan, including Yakult and many other nutrition-packed liquids

Kauru ties the fortune knot to the bar in Asakusa (not to be confused with Akasaka – our hotel)

A local takes some time out to breathe on his Mild Seven

Kimonos were a surprisingly common sight – wonderful
After my shaved ice salvation and cruising around the Senso-Ji temple in Asakusa (confusing, since our hotel is in Asakasa) and emerging out of the metro to be faced with Philip Starke’s Asahi Museum work, we headed off to * to check out some of the shopping and then to Harujuku to meet Junko and Ian. Harajuku, for those not in the know, is the place in Tokyo to see the bleeding edge, drop-dead fashions -the goths, the rockers, the girls wearing makeup to enhance ugliness, the school girls, the Elvises and the zombies. I bought some sunglasses.

Zombie woolly hats in Harajuku

Utterly insane Pachinko – I played twice in games lasting all of 20 seconds and I have come to the conclusion you need a hole in your skull to play, and another to keep slotting money in.
Dinner was Shibuya. A human hub, its road crossing is apparently the busiest in the world. It was here where I learnt that Ximending in Taipei gets its inspiration from. I swear, even down to the street lighting it was copied from this place. This was my vision for Tokyo and it happily matched it. Shabu Shabu was booked for dinner, which is a communal cooking pot with meat an vegetables comprehensively blew the doors off my local favourite Taipei version; I did not know it could be better. And I also did not know how much Japanese girls can eat in one sitting.

Shibuya – waiting to charge!

Ele, Ian and Kauru enjoy THE BEST SHABU SHABU I have ever had – and that is saying something. I am fairly sure my stomach became a solid ball of meat.
Back to Akasaka, and after meeting up with Ele’s boss Gordon we headed straight for Karaoke to round off a great day in Tokyo – albeit a day with a rough, rocky and stormy start. Ending with Whiskies in the rooftop bar was perfect, and i have this feeling that I will be back in Japan sooner rather than later.

Singing our hearts out guaranteed sexy voices the next day
Danny is one of the greatest people I have met in Taiwan. He’s become a great friend, I will miss him … but I am also looking forward to visiting him in San Francisco!

A piece is missing
I just got back from a rather marvellous evening – a house party in
The view from Henry’s balcony across Shanghai
So, a school friend in the local viscinity. And another crazy cab ride home to match the crazy journey there with the Chinese Fernando Alonso
The Dukes of Hazard…
What a rush!
My plan to fly to Hong Kong tomorrow, wait for my China Visa, and then spend 5 days in Shanghai has been cancelled.
Why? Because tomorrow is a national holiday in China so I need to fly immediately! I had ten minutes to pack pants and toothbrush, and I will spend tonight in Hong Kong. Sadly, I miss Lorenzo (who is passing through this airport from HK… but the other way) and Michael & Tanja. I will be missing their farewell dinner and BBQ this weekend, which is sad, but it gives me a marvellous excuse to visit them in Singapore!
So – on to Hong Kong!