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My Top 10 Posts of 2009

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

My New Year’s Resolution: To be happy & healthy in mind, body & spirit. And travel a crap load more.

I started A Pair of Panties & Boxers as a reminder to myself to never conform to society’s norm in the daily grind of a 9-5. I didn’t want my job to be the reason I stopped seeing beyond four walls and I didn’t want the burden of saving for grad school keep me from seeing the world. I figured the best way to travel as much as I can is to start a travel blog because in order to write about my travels, I’d actually have to go and travel. When I start running out of things to write, that means I need to get on a plane, train, bus, boat or any type of transportation fast – not that I don’t get that urge to just jet every single day. But sometimes, we do what we have to do and not what we want to do.

It hasn’t been a year since I started blogging but I thought I’d still wrap up 2009 featuring my top 10 most popular blog posts of the year. I hope all my readers enjoyed growing this blog with me these past 6 months. Thanks for sticking around.

So without further adieu, here are the top 10 posts for 2009.

1.  Photo Friday: Kaifeng, China

Kaifeng, China

The beauty of traveling through China is that sometimes, I feel like I’m in two places at once – the past and the present.

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2. Facing Mud Made “Squatties” In Yunnan

The one thing I absolutely loathe about China is the lack of Western toilets. Those hole-in-the-ground-you-have-to-pee-by-squatting apparatuses make me cringe every time. I’m a girl — how am I supposed to pee that way?!

So when my roommates and I decided to trek westward for fall break, towards rural Yunnan and Sichuan, I had to put on a brave face and come to terms with the fact that I’d be using nothing but “squatties.”

Five hours into the bumpy bus ride and two bottles of water later, I was bursting with thoughts of shiny automatic-flush toilets and marble sinks.

Alas, what greeted me at the makeshift rest stop was an outhouse made out of mud and three little children asking for a 50 cents fee for using their “bathroom.”

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3. Hangzhou, China: Stunning Sunset On The West Lake

The travel bug bit somewhere between Wuzhen and Suzhou. We returned from Suzhou Saturday night. But by Sunday morning, JC and I already had our bags packed and a one-way ticket in our hand.

We took the next departing train from Shanghai to Hangzhou. It was an hour and a half of smooth sailing.

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4. The Blue Mosque: Etiquette & Communication

The Blue Mosque sits directly across from the Hagia Sophia on the Hippodrome, also known as the Sultanahmet Square. It’s hard to say which is more impressive. They both rival in beauty. With six towering minarets, The Blue Mosque dominates the Istanbul skyline.

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5. Poverty In Pudong

I paid ¥20 for a cab ride down to People’s Park (人民公园), ¥10 to see the Gaudi exhibit at the MOCA, ¥40 for lunch at Pizza Hut, ¥50 for a shuttle ride to the Oriental Pearl Tower, another ¥50 for dinner and ¥1o for extraneous expenses. I dropped ¥170 like it was nothing because in my mind that was only $10.

My friend (at the time) JC and I walked along the Huangpu River that night. We saw a boy in ripped rags and torn slippers. He looked about 10 years old. He approached us raising a flower in his hand and said…

“一块,一块。要不要花?”(One dollar, one dollar. Do you want flowers?)

He haggled a little. We politely declined. I turned around and watched him zig-zag his way down the path. He made sure not to miss a single couple. JC and I sat down on the stone-rimmed flowerbed and watched the boy pace back and forth under the moon light.

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6. My 3 Best Kept Travel Secrets

Travel Secret #1: Art of Cheap Accommodations
Travel Secret #2: Kaifeng, China
Travel Secret #3: Climb The Great Wall When It Snows

What are some of your best kept travel secrets?

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7. Chinese Migrant Workers At The Plaza de Oriente

JC and I walked non-stop these past two days. It was either restless leg syndrome or it was the excitement of being in Madrid. I thought we would take it a little slower on the third day but nope – not when traveling with JC.He only knows one speed – and it’s just go, go, go, go, go!

We began the day with a trip to Estadio Santiago Bernabeu, home of Real Madrid.

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8. Kaifeng, China: Chinese Jews

This was Kaifeng’s welcome to us. Fog? Pollution? Combination? I don’t know but it was one hell of a welcome. I held out my hand and saw nothing. I looked down and I had no feet. We blindly walked forward – away from the train station and closer to the sound of the road. We had a hard time crossing the street. We couldn’t see the cars and bicycles and they couldn’t see us. We played it by ear. Literally. And hailing a cab? I want to say, “Fuggedaboutit,” but we managed to do so. Till this day, it still puzzles me.

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9. Merhaba Istanbul!

I’m a nerd. I like math and I like to plan. Excel is my best friend. I can’t live without my planner. When it comes to traveling, I get excited at the thought of creating a new spreadsheet. Budgeting is my favorite part. How low can I go?

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10. A Snowman On The Great Wall of China

I conquered 7,200 steps to the top of Taishan and trekked 4 hours around the West Lake in Hangzhou. Climbing The Great Wall? Sure! No problem. Except I forgot to factor in the high altitude and nearly freezing temperature. Read more

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Adios Madrid

Thursday, December 17th, 2009
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On our last day in Madrid we slept in until the hunger pain set in. We had a buffet brunch at Fres Co, our favorite place to eat. Then we strolled around the neighborhood and ended up in Salamanca, the ritzy, snooty area of Madrid (according to Lonely Planet). We’ve seen much of Madrid in the last few days and so we decided to go wherever the wind blew and get lost in the city one last time. There’s always something to do in every corner of Madrid.

We visited the Biblioteca Nacional de Espana where they had a malaria exhibition. Unfortunately it was all in Spanish and I didn’t understand a thing. It didn’t take us very long to see the entire exhibit. When we came out, it was rainy and windy. We ducked into what we thought was a train station. It was actually the entrace to the Teatro Fernan Gomez. There was an exhibition called “Etiopia”

This exhibition was done by Juan Manuel Castro Preito over the span of four years and four trips to Ethiopia. His pictures show Ethiopia’s culture and diversity in it’s people due to the blend of Christians and Muslims. Castro highlights his focus by blurring out certain aspects of the photo, regardless of the perspective of distance.

Columbus Plaza

Columbus Circle

When we walked out of the exhibition, the rain was gone and the sun was out. Mother Nature was kind of temperamental that day. We sat in a circle dedicated to Christopher Columbus, basked in the sun and watched kids skateboard around us. There was a statue in the circle that tells the story of Christopher Columbus and his voyage with the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria.

Throughout our entire trip, we were so exhausted at the end of the day that we just collapsed in the hotel. We never got to see Madrid at night so we decided to stay out late tonight. We spent the rest of the day getting lost in the small cobblestone streets of Madrid. I wanted to buy souvenirs but I didn’t want the usual postcards and shot glasses. I wanted one with a story.

I remembered the fans the Chinese migrant workers were selling. It’s not something that would be considered authentically Madrid but it’s one with a story that no one else who has visited Madrid would have. We set out on a mission to find them. We walked toward the Plaza Mayor and retraced our steps from the day before but no luck. Then we realized that they were probably selling fans the other day because the weather was so warm.

Palacio Real at night

Palacio Real at night

As dusk began to set, we made our way to the Plaza de Oriente. We sat down on one of the stone benches facing the Palacio Real and absorbed everything around us. This was our last night here. Adios Madrid.

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Chinese Migrant Workers At The Plaza de Oriente

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

Plaza de Oriente

JC and I walked non-stop these past two days. It was either restless leg syndrome or the excitement we had being in Madrid. I thought we would take it a little slower on the third day but, nope. Not when traveling with JC. He only knows one speed – and it’s just go, go, go, go, go!

We began the day with a trip to Estadio Santiago Bernabeu, home of Real Madrid. JC had me take a picture of him with his middle fingers to the stadium. (He’s a Barca fan.) He commented that the stadium has the same colors as the Yankees Stadium. “…And that’s why the Yankees suck!” (He’s a Mets fan.) We circled the stadium and came across a bright yellow swastika symbol spray painted at an abandoned gas station. A little friendly reminder that racism still exists.

Then we set out for a walking tour of Old Madrid. First stop, the Plaza de Oriente. The capital’s two most important buildings are located here, the Palacio Real and the Teatro Real. As I entered the plaza, I noticed a few Chinese migrant workers on the side of the steps selling fans with symbols of Spain. My heart always goes out to migrant workers, whether their Chinese or not. It’s not easy starting with nothing in a foreign country. We realized that there were quite a number of immigrants in Madrid. We met a few of them last night.

JC and I walked toward the Palacio Real and sat in front of the equestrian statue of King Felipe V. The sun was beaming and the sky was bright blue and cloudless. The foreground of the white marble palace made it picture perfect. It reminded me a little of Greece. A little while later, we saw the Chinese migrant workers coming down the steps in a single file. The man in the front peaked from behind the bushes. Then they scurried like mice in front of me from left to right. What were they doing? They were running from the police. It made my heart feel heavy. It’s hard to explain but it breaks my heart to see my people living this way. I guess it’s because it hits closer to home.

Their world is different than mine but also the same. JC and I moved from one white stoned bench to another. We wanted to see every angle of the gorgeous Plaza de Oriente. We soaked up the sun, watched the people walk by and enjoyed the ambiance. From where I was sitting, I was surrounded by marble statues of Spain’s past 20 kings. It’s a stark comparison between the way migrant workers live and the way I live.

Next stop, the Catedral de Nuestra Senior de la Almudena.

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