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现在才发现,原来我们的部落格差一点就安了个和大马著名背包旅行作者黄爱琳的两本书书名一样的名字。。。所以如果有一天爱琳再出版第三本书,而书名为《再难也要去旅行》的话,我们并不是抄袭她的哦。。。 ^.^

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First-time in the Shanghai World Expo 2010

by Claire Algarme of First-Time Travels
As we touched down at Pudong International Airport in Shanghai, everything was World Expo mode. Even the expressways had special directional signs to the expo site.
Photo by Claire Algarme
We were fortunate to have our visit timed during the World Expo, an internationally registered event (major expo) which happens every five years only and the venue held in different cities globally. There are also minor expos but this one in Shanghai is considered a major expo with countries building their own pavilions.
Purchasing expo tickets were not difficult at all, contrary to our belief. We bought our one-day passes at the China Mobile outlet just across the Expo gate at Yaohua Road. Since it was a standard day, we bought our tickets at ¥160 each. However, we had to buy it a day before so we could enter the Expo early the next day.
We entered the Expo site at the Xizang Road with the subway station leading to one of the entrances. Since we entered from the underground, we first saw the base of the funnels that appear at the elevated roads.
As we ascended the escalators, the towering China pavilion wowed us. We were awed by the gigantic red structure where everyone lined up. But for every half a million visitors a day at the World Expo, China only accommodates 30,000 in its pavilion through free reservation tickets that could be availed at 9:00am by the entrance gate.
Photo by Claire Algarme
The Oman pavilion showed the amazing landscapes of the country. There was a tent set up at one side of the pavilion. At the center was a colorfully lighted dome. Some products were also in display and were up for sale.
Beside the Oman pavilion were the Pakistan and the Israel pavilions. We entered the Sri Lanka pavilion where actual gem cutters and wood carvers showed off their expertise. There was also a small hut inside the large pavilion that exhibited some Sri Lankan paintings.
We were supposed to proceed to the Saudi Arabia pavilion, an oasis at the middle of the modern structures in the Expo site. But the line was too long that we decided to visit other nearby pavilions instead. We also thought of passing by the Nepal pavilion on our way back.

Photo by Claire Algarme
All six of us parted in twos to save up time. My friend and I attempted to enter the dune-shaped United Arab Emirates (UAE) pavilion but never got through because there were some who were quarreling at the entrance. We proceeded to the Qatar pavilion which showed its underwater pearl divers.
There was a Bedouin camp set up inside the pavilion with wax figures of Bedouins in their usual garb. A local performance was going on at a small stage area in its first level. Local art, trade products and a diorama of future Qatar were on display near the exit.
The next pavilion we entered was that of Morocco’s. It’s one of my favorites. When we entered, the interior was like a local Moroccan courtyard with a small fountain at the center. The palm trees and arches looked authentic.
Old urns, stamps, and clothes were displayed at the ground floor. There were mannequins dressed like the Prince of Persia character. A camel saddle with intricate weaving was also displayed for public viewing.
The second level was like a marketplace with stalls left and right, showing various Moroccan products. Some had television screens that presented how some of those products were made. My favorite window was that of the colorful slippers and the room that appeared to be inside a Moroccan tent. The topmost floor was all multimedia presentation that projected Morocco’s landscape on a sloping wall.

Photo by Claire Algarme
It was way past noon and we were already starving. We had to cross from Zone A to Zone B where there was a food court. As we walked the elevated walkways, we observed some people eating by the benches with their packed food. There were also Coca-Cola stalls almost everywhere, since they were a major sponsor of the Expo.
When we got to the food court, there weren’t much people around. It must be that we were too late for lunch or visitors opted to eat somewhere else.
After our meal, we proceeded to the Philippine pavilion. It would be a shame to miss our very own exhibit. As we entered the Southeast Asia and Pacific zone, a performance in the open-air stage area near the New Zealand pavilion surprised us. No wonder this area was more crowded than the previous one we visited.
We went directly to the pavilion of the Philippines which highlighted performing arts. As we entered the cube-shaped building, it was as if a concert party was going on inside. People were eating by the small restaurant, buying Filipino goods, viewing the exhibits, and participating on the variety show that was set up for the Expo visitors.

Photo by Claire Algarme
It was truly fun inside and I would have wanted to stay longer. I may be biased because this was my country’s pavilion but I was extremely pleased to be there and proud to be a Filipino. I must say that the people behind it did a great job. It was not just another exhibit but they injected the Philippine spirit of fun and music in it.

To read the full article, including descriptions of European pavilions and some tips around the World Expo, visit http://firsttimetravel.wordpress.com/2010/07/26/first-time-in-the-shanghai-world-expo-2010/




最后一天。。。今天是唯一一天没有迟到的因为飞机不等人所以全部人都很早起床准备了。。。导游也蛮准时到达酒店接我们,我们还吩咐了酒店打包我们的早餐。就这样准备离开胡志明市了。。。到达机场后,我们给了小费导游,他就离开了而且没有帮我们弄check in和填旅程感想可能他很赶时间吧。之后倒霉事来了,不知为什么我们的班机竟然换时间了,结果我们早到机场整三个多小时,结果我们就在机场傻傻的等待时间过,早知道我们就慢慢吃了早餐才走都不迟啦。时间到后就上机check in准备回去了。。。大家时候也讨论旅程如何,大致上还不错,也明白车程的问题。可能下次少一点历史性的地点就好了但也明白因地方而定。但终结来说这个旅程我们非常满意。。 =)

原作:Nick (终)

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Korea, the beginning of my travel chronicles
出国第一章:韩国 (游山玩水记)Expedition
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Baby and I at Namsan Seoul Tower.

Tulou: Walking into Living Homes

By Janice Au

This part of China was never on the list of holiday ideas at the time until its now-famous Fujian Tulou (Chinese: 福建土樓) was inscribed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Driven by curiosity I decided to have a look at these strange constructions that were once mistaken as traces of UFO on our planet. Well, perhaps this itself was a story created by some business-minded people to boost tourism, I was one of those who were fascinated by the idea and decided to spend my precious holiday there in the mountainous region of Fujian, China.

The coach journey was an adventure itself. My coach could barely fit in those bumpy, narrow and often curvy roads. At the time, the region was not nearly ready for a huge travel coach or stream of visitors, which was good. I got to enjoy the privilege of walking around those largely unspoiled villages. Sad to say though, at the time I could already see signs of the place being commercialized; shops selling typical souvenirs like postcards, snow globes and travel guides.

Each of the tulou was like a little city itself, with its own living area and community. In the ‘King of Tulou’ there were a total of 370 rooms! The local guide told me that at its peak there were 80 families living in this one single tulou. I was simply amazed by the magnificent structure of this circular building and how it could accommodate hundreds of people, given that they were built almost 1,000 years ago when multi-storey buildings were not at all common.

I could actually walk into the living homes of villagers. Only the ground floor of any tulou was opened for tourists, the upper floors were the villagers’ homes. The buildings were still occupied by families, even when it was at the same time open to visitors. This was perhaps what fascinated me most. Tulou was not just a historical relic, but living homes of villagers that I could step into and get a taste of their lives. It was not like visiting an old Roman theatre that had been abandoned for years or some constructions that were historically significant during the WWII. In some parts of the buildings I could actually see villagers on their day-to-day living state: some cooking with the very traditional kitchenware, some hanging laundry out on the balcony.

I was asked a few times why I would take a trip to a place as undeveloped and rural as that. What instantly sprang to mind was a quote by Paul Theroux: ‘The fact that few people go there is one of the most persuasive reasons for travelling to a place.’
 I guess it explains why.

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Top 10 Things to Do in Vang Vieng, Northern Laos

by our guest blogger, Elaine Chung

Vang Vieng is a town built for backpackers. If you take tourism away, the town will lose its energetic soul. Vang Vieng (4 hours from Vientiane) has become a pit stop for backpackers who are heading to Luang Prabang. This town is generally known for its “happy” pizzas, booze and party. Apart from that, here are a list of things you can do and find in Vang Vieng.

1) Tubing. If you only have limited time to spare, I reckon river tubing along Nam Song since this is one of the popular activity among backpackers. You can read more about tubing here.

2) Caving. There are a few caves to explore, you can hire tuk-tuk to bring you around.

3) Kayaking along Nam Song. If you are fit enough and up for the challenge, you can take a one day trip kayak from Vang Vieng to Vientiane. Otherwise, a short kayak along Nam Song is sufficient.

4) If you want more of outdoor activities, buzz one of the many tour operators lining up in town for rock climbing, biking and trekking tour packages.

5) Party. There are lots of bars in town especially along Old Market Riverside Road. Loud music, whiskey bucket (mixture of Tiger Whiskey, Coke, Red Bull, lime, lemon juice, honey and ice) and beer lao all night long.

6) Chill out at one of the restaurant while enjoying (if not annoyed) by the endless re-runs of Friends and Family Guy. You pick your restaurant based on Friends or Family Guy preference, period.

7) Hammock is a common sight especially at the guesthouse. If you’re a hammock person just like me, this is a good place to spend a quiet afternoon with a good book to keep you company.

8 ) Local fishermen can be seen along Nam Song with fishing nets. Casting fishing nets required a lot of skills and it isn’t easy as it seems. If you’re lucky, they might ask you to give it a try.

9) To witness a typical routine by mostly women and children, head up to Old Market Riverside Road for the morning market at 7am.

10) Head to Norkeo for Lao food. The typical sticky rice, grilled fish/chicken/beef without any TV (Friends or Family Guy re-runs) insight.

For more interesting trails in Asia, check out Elaine's website - Trail of Asia

The ‘Where are you from?’ Culture

Istanbul is no doubt a great place for shopping. Have a walk in the Grand Bazaar, a virtual labyrinth of fascinating shops; it’s easy to be drawn by the carpets, copper and brassware, jewelry and all kinds of ceramics.

Hmm, no. My story is not titled ‘Shopping in Istanbul’. I’m more interested in people.

It didn’t take long for me to realize this special and interesting culture of Turkish shopkeepers: the ‘Where are you from?’ culture.

The day I arrived in Istanbul I was told that shopkeepers there like to ask that question (if not a little obsessed with it), and no matter what country you answer they will tell you they have a close relative living there, very close to you. I had no idea how true that piece of information was as I’d just arrived in the city. I started wandering around touristy places and reached the Grand Bazaar. I was fascinated by the nicely arranged shops and the colorful ceramics. I stopped at one or two of the atmospheric little shops, was asked where I was from, but didn’t pay much attention to that until I reached this carpet shop.

The shopkeeper started by quite an odd opening, ‘Your eyes are tired.’

Feeling a bit puzzled, I stopped.

‘You’ve seen too many carpets, your eyes are tired.’

‘Ah, yes, quite.’ I was just trying to give the desired answer; I hadn’t seen any carpet at all.

‘Where are you from?’

‘Canada,’ said my partner.

‘Oh, my wife is from Canada,’ he said with that look as if he’d just found a long lost friend. ‘What about you, lady?’

‘Hmm, Hong Kong.’

‘My wife’s sister is now living in Hong Kong!’ The way he responded gave me the impression that I was only given a standard response. If I said ‘Taiwan’ his wife’s sister would have been living in Taiwan; or if I said ‘Japan’, then the response would have been rephrased with Japan.

The rest of the conversation was all about his carpet shop, where the carpets were from, how they were made and such. I didn’t pay much attention, as I was still amused by his response, remembering what I was told when I arrived.

As we kept walking around the Bazaar, we saw so many more shopkeepers who asked just this very same question, ‘Where are you from?’ Quite predictably, a lot of them had some brothers, sisters, nephews, or uncles living very close to us. I couldn’t understand why, but instead of finding it annoying, we found it quite amusing. Each time we were asked that question by a new shopkeeper we exchanged smile as if we were saying, ‘Hee, another one!’ Sometimes we would even prepare a surprising answer to see how they would respond.

We didn’t count how many times we were asked that question, but we would definitely have failed and lost count if we had tried.

Things were pretty much the same in other parts of Turkey.

In Antalya, even the restaurants asked the same question. Each time we walked past an eating-place the friendly waiters would rush to us and show us each item on their menu. In the conversations, they never forgot to ask where we were from.

I remember this one restaurant just at the entrance of the old town. We were not interested in the place, but were stopped by a very talkative waiter. As expected he began by asking that question, we didn’t answer. He continued promoting his restaurant. Still, we were not interested, so we said ‘Thank you’ and walked away. As we walked, we heard the fading voice of the waiter, asking, ‘Where are you from? Hey, where are you from?’ I couldn’t help but feel really puzzled this time. Why was he so interested in asking that, even if we were walking away, obviously not interested in what he was selling?

If I was to write a list of fun memories of my trip to Turkey, ‘Where are you from?’ would no doubt be the top of it. I’d never answered that question so many times in my life, come to think of it.

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