Careful the children snatchers

I just had one of those moments when strangers become friends because of a shared concern. On the bus home to Linda's the driver made this announcement as the bus was crossing from Michigan to N Lake Shore: "Keep your belongings close to you! That means your bags, your wallets, your purses, your children and your valuables. You are responsible for your belongings. Thank you!"

Apparently a passenger had just gone up to the driver because someone had taken her wallet from her purse on the bus! Suddenly everyone who had previously had the I'm-in-public-in-the-city attitude, looking pointedly away from each other and staring blankly out the window broke their crust and started chatting away. One woman couldn't believe that the victim hadn't felt anything as the man went through her purse. Another woman had apparently noticed this man finagle it so he sat next to the victim. Another woman had a daughter that this had just happened to - $400 dollars in cash!

It's funny how once the ice was broken people were SO chatty, like they had been dying to let loose for a while. Someone yelled up to the bus driver to ask why she had included children in her list of belongings and she answered: "If they're going to take a wallet, there's nothing that'll stop them from taking a child." Hmm....

Dr. Val is open for business!

Amid fear that my post-b-school employer might follow my friends' future employers and push back my start date, I have found a new potential career!

My friend had stomach pains all weekend so Sunday I went on WebMD and diagnosed my friend with a peptic ulcer. Lo and behold, on Monday, a real doctor told my friend that this was probably the culprit!

I'm imagining a practice that incorporates both psychological and physical consulting since I'm that qualified.

The visible pollution award goes to...

Kuala Lumpur was the most oppressively polluted place I have ever been in. We only had around 5 hours in the city itself, which was a shame, because we only saw the Sentral area, which is the most modern and most commercial and most boring. We tried to see the Indian district and visit those markets/food stands but went the wrong way and got lost instead.

So instead we walked around the Petronas towers (which are really beautiful) since we couldn't get tickets to the "swinging" bridge - apparently you have to be there by 9am if you want to get tickets. Like true b-school nerds David and I spent our time there looking at the list of companies that were in the two buildings - pretty much the usual MNC suspects.

In order to get a view of the city we went to the Menara Tower instead, which is the space needle-looking thing near the Petronas towers. From there we could see the entire valley that KL is apparently in. And we could see the layer of pollution that sits on top of the buildings, within the surrounding mountains - it even showed up on my picture! This did not really make us want to stick around much longer.

But we still had time to eat something so we went to an Indian restaurant (huge Indian population in Malaysia) and I had a stuffed roti, which sounded a lot better than it was. It was basically an omelet wrapped in roti.

Not enough to make me a vegetarian

My last few days in HK I spent just walking around, to show David the city and also to hit areas I hadn't yet visited. I realized the city was a lot more Chinese than I had thought (how surprising that all that time spent in LKF didn't give me that impression), and there are these wet markets all over. There's a well-known one on Graham St smack in the middle of Soho, so when we walked through that area David and I went from seeing curly cow gizzards hanging outside shops to having an afternoon glass of wine with a French cheese plate.

The best market was actually just a few blocks from my house, just south of Times Square. It had fresh noodle shops, where they stretch dough into noodles and sell fried patties of them, nut stands, herb stands, fruit stands, meat shops - everything.

The craziest thing, though, were the fish. They cut the heads off and fillet them but somehow keep them alive by not cutting the heart in half. So the fish fillets are lying on the table, bathed in running blood because their hearts are still beating. You can SEE THEM BEATING. I wish I had taken video footage, but we felt like the salespeople were eyeing us suspiciously and even taking quick photos felt slightly inappropriate.

Eating on Lamma Island

On of my last days in HK I went to Lamma Island with a bunch of the exchangers (I went again with David after he arrived). Apparently HK is made up of over 200 islands, mostly incredibly small. Lamma Island takes just over an hour to walk across the long way (there is a paved mountain trail that some Chinese treat as the hardest core hike ever, I definitely saw Camelpacks, or whatever those backpacks with water feeding tubes are called).

On each end of the path there is a beach as well as a row of restaurants that serve seafood caught off the island. There are fishermen and little fishfarms all around the island (except where the beaches and the power station are - the power station provides the majority of HK's power!).

So really both times the reason I went there was to eat lunch, since it wasn't warm enough to go to the beach. The fried calamari was the biggest calamari I had ever seen, and DELICIOUS. There's also this tiny store on one end of the path where they sold Obama earrings, which obvi I had to buy. They also had Beckham and Posh Spice and Paris earrings, and the saleslady laughed at me the second time I came because I was in Lamma island twice in one week.

Following the leader

Yesterday I went to a Chinese culture presentation put on by a third-party our school's International Programs office hires. It didn't offer too much new information but was interesting never-the-less to review all the things I saw over the past two months (it was exciting to realize how much I had learned last night!).
Anyway, I had a semi-interesting realization during the presentation while we were talking about education and how the Chinese were historically (and still predominantly) taught through repetition and memorization, which can affect how employees act and how you should support them as a manager. A few slides later the presenter asked us (a predominantly western group of students) to define a term that was defined explicitly in the following slide on our handout. Everyone saw the definition on their handout and yet no one would speak. We've been so well trained to be innovative and creative and not repeat things, that the idea of reading off this slide, even though it's exactly the answer she was looking for, paralyzed us. She finally had to point to someone and explicitly tell them to read off the page.

Living in the USA

I am finally somewhat settled in to Chicago. I have survived two days at school of hug-filled reunions and the question: "So how was France?!" For some reason everyone just assumes that I went there. Which is fine, Paris would have been fun too.

I never really felt like I was missing any food in particular in HK (except for the "Cantonese" fried noodles I thought I was going to eat everyday there but which are apparently an Ollie's Restaurant creation), but it turns out the littlest things have excited me. Both days at school I was abnormally excited to eat first oatmeal, then cereal for breakfast. I can't believe I didn't eat either of those things for 2 months.

Going to the supermarket is also exciting - I just spent this morning at Aldi's with Jian, being housewives. He had his gf's pictorial shopping list on his bberry and we pushed our carts down the aisles, gossiping and trading recipes (not really - Jian gave me recipes). Aldi's was as successful as always - we spent about $100 each and filled up the trunk and backseat of David's car. It was also exhausting - Jian and I are going to schedule a mani-pedi spa trip to reward ourselves.