Where pedicures cost 50 cents

…women dare to walk about in dirty, stinking feet.

Vietnam is a country of salon services. Manicures and pedicures can cost as little as 10,000 dong (or 50 cents) each, feet cleaning costs about 60,000 dong ($3), hair cuts cost 40,000 dong ($2), and getting your nails done (which is a mani/pedi plus painting the nails with intricate designs) costs 25,000 dong ($1.25). Sure, these are your basic, hole-in-the-wall salon rates, but the services offered are at par with the $22 manicure I used to get at Rivermark Nails in Santa Clara. Mind you, all the staff was Vietnamese there too!

Now, why, in a country like this, does one need to scrimp on personal hygiene. I don’t believe there’s ever a reason to scrimp on personal hygiene, but really, in a country like Vietnam, where it’s so cheap to keep your feet fungus-free, and stink-free! I could post some pictures of disgusting feet, but I wouldn’t want you to be turned off, and I wouldn’t want to have ‘Happy Feet’ Google ads spamming my blog. Read More →

My Hindi is up for Grabs

Well, considering I’m not doing much with it anyway, and it is slipping away from me for lack of practice. :P

I really don’t mind doing a language exchange with people who want to learn Hindi. At the very least, you could learn a few useful phrases for when you’re traveling in India, and I will not forget them.

Sad state of affairs, especially because I used to be a Hindi topper in school (if any school buddies are reading this, remember you have no right to dispute anything on this blog.. I know too many of your dark secrets. grrr..)

Both P and I have noticed a sharp decline in our usage of Hindi in the last year or so but the beast has been rearing its ugly fangs once too often in the last month. We’ve always been more comfortable conversing in english, reserving our depleting hindi vocabulary for rainy moments, i.e. when we need to communicate secretly in the presence of non-Hindi speakers. But then, you can easily get away with speedy Hinglish too. Read More →

First Look at Vietnam

I had read online that the airports of Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City are just ramshackle buildings with few flights taking off the tarmac on any given day. Imagine my surprise, when we stepped off our (very colorful) Thai Airways flight, through the aerobridge, and entered an airport which could’ve been anywhere in N.America or Europe!

It was at the Saigon International airport that I saw the first of many sweepers in orange overalls. This is one sight that dominates my notion of Ho Chi Minh City – a city in a state of rapid flux. A city smoothening, if not shedding, its wrinkled landscape.. fattening itself on Viet Kieu money to fill out its sunken hollows.

Stepping out of the airport, there were no ‘hundreds of taxi drivers’ milling around you offering a ride (metaphorically, more than literally). Maybe it had something to do with the time of the day.. we landed at about 7.30 p.m. local time. There was a line of taxis waiting at the curb. A fellow teacher, who had been assigned to pick us up, called one of the taxis and we headed into the madness that is Saigon.

Except that the madness seemed familiar. So familiar, that it felt mundane.

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Super Simple Babaganoush Recipe

This was a really, really simple Babaganoush recipe that was a major hit at P’s school reunion/drunken night party.

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3 Months Later

So the cross-country road trip is long over.

And if there have been no updates since, it’s because life been a long series of habitual nothingness.

In the time since the road trip, mid-Nov through mid-Jan, P and I were in India… chilling our butts off, if there is such an expression.

It was sort of sad leaving the States, leaving the life we had established for ourselves – a life that was just the two of us. It had nothing to do with leaving ‘the States’, which to most Indians at least, is like committing monetary suicide.

It was about leaving the home we had pieced together with curtains and cushions and vases and Ikea goodies. It was about the $60 bed we loved so much and were so proud of. It was about the $4k car that we pinched pennies to pay off. It was about the experience of driving away for weekends, driving to SF after a boring two weeks in San Jose, it was craving Indian kebab and heading to Zafran every few days. It was about having Smithwicks on tap at O’Flaherty and requesting pecans in every salad. It was about dropping Pratik to work and meeting him for lunch and then picking him up in the evening. Well, it was a weeny bit of a heartbreak leaving our lives and knowing that we will probably not return to it.

And, there were the butterflies, Vietnamese butterflies, in my tummy. We realized when we moved to the States that moving to a new country was not as easy as it sounds. There’s a ton of stuff that one must unlearn and a ton more to relearn.

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Setting off: Cross Country Road Trip – Southern States

We leave for our cross country road trip tomorrow. It’s pretty much the Great American road trip, going through almost 15 states. Why are we not doing the usual Route 66, driving across the middle of the country, because it’s so cold right now. It’s barely November, and a lot of places in the North have seen snow already. The winterphobic I am, I put my foot down from the very start. Heading to Florida, I am, siree. I’ve been dreaming of the gorgeous waters of Key West for a month now.

Ever since I saw this picture of the Overseas Highway, I haven’t been able to shake off the feeling that my life depends on driving this route. Those magical blue waters have been calling out my name for heaven-knows-how-long. And I can’t wait to be there.

I know the pleasure of a road trip is in the journey itself. But for once, I just want to get t omy destination. Can’t wait to go snorkeling and maybe even diving. I’m not sure whether my back is up to it yet, but heck, I’m quite enthused to give it a shot.

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When I have a doggie..

I will name him Jinx. Isn’t that a really pretty name for a doggie? One day, when I have a home, I will have a doggie. Something sweet looking.. maybe like this..

This is my dream home

This is the home I want to live in, all my life, beginning asap.

http://www.oprah.com/media/20091021-tows-stine-home-tour

Oprah toured this totally-enviable home in Copenhagen. I think this woman must be rich to afford such a wonderful home. And I love how clutter-free it is. I’m sure all those anti-clutter and home-organizing bloggers and flockr groups will inundate this woman with requests to feature her home in their virtual space.

For starters, I’m going to get that green into Pratik’s bedroom in Ahmedabad. He has these pale green walls all around right now. And truth to tell, I find it very tame. This time, we’re throwing some color on those walls!! Haha.. here’s a look at his room right now..

Us at Pratik's home in Ahmedabad

Do you see what I mean? I don’t know why I look so scared in this pic, I don’t ususally do. I love the best in Pratik’s home. It’s low, and classy. We need more space in that room too. Gonna spend some time working at it, this time around. Dang, wish we had Ikea in India :P


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