Slacker

I know I am. It's been a while since I last posted but then I have had lots going on what with leave back in the UK to pack up the house and then a long trip around the world that was pretty uneventful bu involved hiring a new maid at home and countless emails to sort that out. Now to top it all off I have to sit the Basic Theory Test for my Singapore driving licence.

I can't believe it has been a year since we arrived in Singapore but more importantly, I can't believe they make us UK licence holders do a test. The road rules are totally based on the UK system and a Singaporean can go to the UK and get a UK licence without doing a thing other than paying the fee. I just doesn't seem right that it is this way around especially when you see the standard of driving here.

I will be back on here to do more soon. I'm just easily distracted.

Fishing with Eskimos

Tonight I was on the bank of Ship creek just on the edge of downtown Anchorage fishing for Salmon. It was a very quiet night with only 1 fish being caught as far as I know. Needless to say it wasn't caught by me but I did get to meet an eskimo couple who were fishing next to me. The wife was Yupik and her husband was Aleut. I suppose somewhat unsurprisingly there are quite a lot of Eskimos around here but these are the first I have spoken to and had a conversation with. I did kind of meet one earlier today but she was absolutely legless and as as she got on the bus she proclaimed that she loved everyone and proceeded to laugh everytime the bus changed gear. As she got off the bus she kept calling me Elvis and kissed my hand on her way past. Very odd

Anyhow, my fishing licence is valid for 24 hours so I will be back down there in the morning for the incoming tide again as that is supposed to be when the action happens. Hopefully it is my turn to catch one as I had some fresh King Salmon for dinner the other night and it was amazing. Puts the stuff you get in the supermarkets around the world to shame.

Views from the office

Every once in a while we get some awesome views from the office. This one is taken over the Pacific just about as we crossed the International Dateline. It's a Japan Cargo B747-400F about 2 miles ahead of us and 2000ft above. On days like these, I really really love my job.

I'm now in Anchorage, Alaska. It's my first time here and it is definitely different. For a start it doesn't really get dark. It was the summer solstace yesterday and the sun didn't set until about 11:30pm but even at 3am it was still light enough to read outside. Very strange especially when you add into the mix the confusion of the body clock caused by an 8 hour time change and crossing the dateline. On Saturday we left Hong Kong at about 6pm flew through a very short night for about 10 hours and arrived in Anchorage at about 11:30am on Saturday. It's a bit like I went back in time and that's without even counting on the fact that I am now in Alaska which is like stepping back in time anyhow. Needless to say I didn't sleep properly and woke up at about 7am.

So much for Delsey Dining!

There I was so proud of my various in room productions and my last one got me a dose of food poisoning. I've had food poisoning before but this was extreme. It took a while to set in as in the pastit has set in within an hour or so. This time it didn't hit me for about 9 hours but boy was it a corker. I could hardly stand up. Anything that went in came out within a couple of minutes. Both exits were open and it seemed. I think it was the roast chicken that did it. It was warm when I bought it and I only kept it for a couple of hours before I ate it. There must have been something brewing in there when I bought it. Last time I buy roast chicken from Carrefour. It all meant that I wasn't able to operate my flight back to Singapore and ended up here in Sharjah for an extra 36 hours. I don't wish this on anyone in the home environment but remove yourself to a lonely hotel room in the dessert and it adds an extra dimension to it all. Back home in a couple of hours but only for a couple of days before I head off for my first visit to Anchorage, Alaska. Just got to hope Mount Redoubt stays quiet while I'm there although another dose of food poisoning like this one may provide a good replacement.

Revisiting 'storm in a coffee cup'.

I was just adding a photo to an earlier post which I realised had a certain amount of significance at the moment with regard to Air France flight 447. A little sobering especially when I try to imagine what the pilots had to deal with at the time of the tragedy. It doesn't even bare thinking about if the scenario I have in mind is in any way right let alone what the crew and passengers experienced down the back. I wonder if this is an example of the technology being too smart for the human side of things to take over when they go wrong. I really appreciate the fact that I have some physical connection between my control column and the flying surfaces. Long may it last.

RIP crew and passengers of AF447. I just hope we find the cause of this sad loss so that we can learn from it to stop it happening again.

Extreme Delsey Dining.

Those of you that have been to my house in the last 20 years will know I'm quite into my cooking. As such my girth has gradually grown in that time to the extent that I thought it about time I did something about it. That started about 5 months ago now I think. I'm not entirely sure because it has been a while now and unlike many diets, I don't find this one much of a chore. I'm doing the Atkins programme whereby I don't eat carbohydrates. I've lost about 15kgs (about 2stone 5lbs to you old fashioned lot) in that time and I'm starting to really feel I'm making progress.

Anyhoo, I've always had a bit of a penchant for Delsey dining (preparing my own food in my hotel rooms around the place) but recently I've taken it to a new level. In the early days it used to be a bowl of cereals to avoid the horrendously expensive hotel breakfasts and the fact that I don't always get up in time for it especially when you get of duty at 3am. Then I started on ready made salads with ham. Tonight's extravaganza was half a chicken with a salad made in room and a huge chunk of Brie.



Some places we stay are easier to do this in than others. For example I was in Auckland last week and had a little kitchenette complete with cooker, oven and even a dishwasher. Here I had to go down to the restaurant and beg for a plate. The last time I was here (Sharjah, UAE BTW) I didn't bother with the plate but just chucked it all in a bag. I had left over roast pork which I turned into a Thai Salad with the addition of some fish sauce, lime juice, corriander, onion and chilli (a bastardisation of Laab Gai which is one of my fave dishes in the world). I have inherited a love of radishes from my Grandfather so you might see that is a common theme here. Another common theme when I am here is an olive preparation called Egyptian Cocktail which are olives with pickled lemon and chilli. They are about as hot as the surface of the sun.



It's something I quite enjoy doing and when you are in a place that is as culinary (sp) barren as this it means I get some nice fresh food that fits my current eating habits without breaking the bank. Living in hotels can get really quite expensive if you are not careful and eating on your own isn't always my favourite option. At least in my room I get to watch the TV.

Contrasts

Just had an eventful couple of days. My last post had me end up in Copenhagen and the tugging on my heart strings got stronger and the realisation of just how expensive it is to stay in Copenhagen so I bought a cheapie ticket to Gatwick and went to the house there. Got a delightful welcome there. The power had tripped off due to the cooker hood having a fault (it took me 2 days to discover that) so the few bits and pieces that we had left in the freezer had grown hair, long stinky hair. I nearly chundered when I opened the door it was so strong. Anyhow, got that cleared up and set to fault finding the electrics. It was only by chance that I found it but I got there only on the night before I was due to leave. Got back to Copenhagen and now I'm back in Sharjah after a nice short flight down here.

It's here where the title comes into play. I spent the day in the 'Disney' shopping centre that is Diera City Centre. I say 'Disney' because they do have shopping down to a fine art down here. There are shuttle busses from hotels all over the Emirates, people on hand to answer your questions at the waiting rooms for them and that sanitised and overly expensive atmosphere that Disney creates so well. Loads of people down there spending loads of money and wearing loads of bling. So that was in the centre for commercialised excesses and I then get on the hotel shuttle back to Dubai's little brother, Sharjah. Sharjah is much like Dubai was 10 years ago but without the booze and a noticeable lack of females. Everywhere you look there are hoards of South Asians, all men, hanging around, draped over each other, staring aimlessly into the middle distance and spitting. These are the guys that built the commercial epicentre that is Dubai. They work hard, very hard and have scant little time off. They normally work 12 hour shifts of hard labour on the building sites that litter the area and have 1 day off a week. These guys send every penny they can to their families in Pakistan, India and Bangladesh so much so that on the way back from my dinner round the corner at the BBQ and Curry shop I see someone going through the contents of a large bin into which someone had dumped a load of clothes. This guy looked quite well dressed, appeared to have fairly good hygene standards but was rummaging through a dumpster for the chance of a new shirt. This may not sound so bad but the smell was reminiscent of my little freezer adventure in UK. It was vile and there he was in amongst it all holding up a white shirt with a big dark stain on it. I didn't see if he took it as he was examining it for quite some time possibly pondering if it was worth his while. Of course my assumption may be totally off but that is certainly how it appeared.

To finish this observation off is one of my favorite statistics about the UAE. Less than 20% of the population are Nationals. The rest are foreigners here to make a buck. At least they work to make that buck unlike what is happpening in the UK at the moment with immigrants arriving and being housed and getting benefits from the start. Oops, I digress. My statistics turned into a mini rant.