Christmas Shoppin' and Airport Hoppin'

I’ve got five different currencies in my pocket right now, and I need all of them.

And I’m heading home... just for a bit.

While I originally planned to stay and travel in China during my winter break (which started in December), I had a change of heart. Actually, I just came across good fortune. When a random, unnamed donor offers to pay for your flight back home to visit and surprise family for Christmas, it’s hard not to accept.

What a parade!

So, just this past week, I had to plan. A lot. Seeing as I am returning home for two weeks, then leaving January 10 for Thailand, Cambodia, and Hong Kong, I had to pack accordingly. Take that and then add in end of semester classes, Secret Santa gift exchange, money transfers, and Christmas gifts for friends and family… and… well, you get the idea. “Stress,” amongst other colorful, less innocent words, were a regular part of my vocabulary during past week. Before leaving Chongqing for what amounts to be about two months, I am surprised and thankful to say that I've tied up all loose ends.

I departed from Chongqing at 3:30p.m. on December 19, 2012, anticipating on spending the Mayan apocalypse in Hong Kong with the St. Olaf Global semester study abroad group. While the Mayan apocalypse never came around, lots of great times with Elise sure did. Our first day was spent around Europe-like Macau, a Porteguese settlement with a complementary mix of East and West influences. Aside from the obvious draw of gambling at THE VENETIAN, GALAXY, WYNN, and THE GRAND LISBOA, I found the streets of Macau to be a fascinating place to wander. In one day we came across several beautiful churches, a protest, a parade, and even ate Macanese food (e.g. baby pigeon).

hmm.. baby pigeon

“This is another one of those traveler moments,” I said to Elise as we skipped away from a fun view of the Macanese Independence day parade, “when you come across things and just get lucky.”

Our second day in Hong Kong was as fortunate as the first. By happenstance we spent the day with two Hong Kong natives, Marcus and Matthew, friends of one of Elise’s fellow students. They showed us around downtown Hong Kong (Central, Times Square, etc.) and took us to their favorite Hong Kong restaurants. They even accompanied us as we strived for the last of our Christmas shopping, showing us the places we could get the best deals. At the end of the day, they guided us back to the MPR (Metro Public Railway?) and bid us adieu. Elise and I both agreed that a day spent with locals in a city is even better than the best day at the city’s most famous tour stops.

Now, after my brief stop in Hong Kong, I am heading towards my fourth airport in the last week; Chicago, Ill. I have a very brief layover before I fly into Minneapolis, MN, get a ride home from Grandpa, and surprise my little sister for Christmas for the second year in a row. By the time this blog is posted, I will likely be enjoying the delectable feast made tirelessly by Mom. Although I’ve still got that travel bug bad, there’s nothing like being home for Christmas.

I’m around Minnesota till January 10. Give me a call if you can! I wish all blog readers a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Time Flies After Thailand

My Mom and Dad stayed here

Time Flies After Thailand

HOT POT!

I’ll admit, my blogging enthusiasm hasn’t been up to par in the recent month. This isn’t due to inactivity; rather, quite the opposite. After returning from spending a week with my family amongst the sun-soaked mountains of Chiang Mai, Thailand, I returned to throw myself completely into a life of constant study. This has involved a disciplined yet reclusive routine. After completing classes, I would return to my apartment, flip on the space heater, scarf down a day old “Fat Sister” (fried rice from our favorite local street food vender), light up my cheap “Ocean Breeze” Chinese incense, turn on my study soundtrack (“Explosions in the Sky”), and crank out two hours GMAT, one hour Chinese. Tuesday and Thursday nights became long this semester, with Chinese night classes. Nevertheless, I completed my hour goals and caught up.. just waiting for Christmas season to make me behind again.

Riding an elephant

Thailand was a magical place. Pictures will do it better justice than will my words. Reuniting with my parents and sister was a blessing. For the first time in years, I was spending time abroad with one of my siblings. The fact that both of us are grown adults made it even more exciting. A couple of days in Bangkok were enough for visiting the incredible but repetitive Buddhist temples and shrines. I also got briefly familiar with Elise’s Global Semester crew, which made me reminiscent of my semester abroad in Ireland only three years ago (see www.thomasinireland.blogspot.com). After Bangkok, we experienced a 3-day stay in Chiang Mai, Thailand’s northern, culture-keeping city.  A mere three days led us to enjoy the delicious Thai food (think sweet AND spicy), visit several Buddhist temples including one with a live, living (maybe?) meditating monk, and a spectacular trek through Thailand’s jungles, each of us atop our own massive elephant. The experience was full, and our accommodations were as posh as could be. After spending months backpacking around twisting turning roads in Guatemala and embracing the dirty squatters of Chinese bar bathrooms, having a smooth Gin and Tonic poolside was a refreshing splash of reality in another way traveling can be enjoyed.

Old Duck Soup with Mom and Dad

Meditating, (e)motionless monk

Chinese Dishes with my Chinese Family

On a riverboat in Bangkok

Learning about elephants

A scene from the JUNGLE BOOK

The whole experience was topped off by a visit to “CAPTAIN JACK’S,” a high-scale seafood restaurant near our gorgeous in Bangkok. After regressing back to Bangkok from our return flight from Chiang Mai, we jumped on Sangri-La Hotel’s complementary boat ferry and made our way down the river to our five star meal. I ended up polishing off spendy but extensive seafood platter with Elise while we overlooked the river. Could anything had gone better? Well, maybe if Dad and I had remembered to wear PANTS… (we had to borrow quite a few pairs on the trip)