I went to only one wedding during my time in Taiwan.
As a guest you are expected to present the happy couple with a red envelope or
“hong bao” containing about $1000 NT or roughly $40 CDN. This covers your share
of the meal and wedding expenses. With that in mind, many wedding guests – and
funeral guests – are seen stuffing their pockets with dinner rolls and wrapping
their leftovers in napkins to take home. They paid for it, after all.
Eel is a wedding dish tradition in Asia.
I don’t know if they steamed it or served it to me raw but I will never forget
the slimy, inky metallic taste and feel as it slid over my tongue. I didn’t
take any leftovers home.
A Whirlwind Tour of Singapore
October 2003
When I decided to
come and work in Taiwan I
was hoping to have the opportunity to see some of the rest of Southeast
Asia. However, as I have a Resident’s Visa, I have been spared the
trouble of going away for the weekend to have my passport stamped so that I can
continue to live and work in Taiwan.
I’ll admit, on
occasion, when I have learned of a friend’s planned trip to renew his visa and
enjoy the weekend on the beach near Bangkok, I have been more than a little
jealous. When another teacher showed me the great bikini and designer jeans she
bought for a song in Manila,
I tried to show enthusiasm. Especially when I remembered that her trip was paid
for by the employer, as written into our contract.
But good things
come to those who wait. I had my turn to arrive at work a little jet-lagged
from an exciting weekend adventure, when I visited the island of Singapore
in September.
I arrived at one
of the world’s most beautiful airports (and I feel qualified to say that,
having passed through a total of five on my way home to Canada in August…) and was met by my friend
Sylvia, who is a native of Singapore.
“Welcome to my
country,” she smiled, and then she took a closer look at me.
“Are you going
out dressed like that? You look tired.” Well, it was a four-and-a-half-hour
flight.
After a quick
shower and change, we headed to Boat Quay, a strip of restaurants along the
canal. My tour guide for the weekend recommended the Indian cuisine of The
Maharajah restaurant, and I was pleasantly surprised.
It was nothing
like the Indian food that many foreigners subsist on in Taiwan. This
was the real thing. Absolutely delicious. Sitting there by the canal, I was
instantly transported out of Asia to downtown Ottawa in the summertime.
Singapore is like a big Western city, with
foreigner expatriates from all over the world, everywhere you look. Many of the
locals are Malaysian, East Indian, or Philippine. So there is quite a
multi-cultural mix of dining available.
After dinner we
went for a leisurely walk along the canal, past the spotlit Fullerton hotel, which takes up a city block
and used to be the Post Office. It slightly resembles a Georgian manor house of
a millionaire with its white columns and high windows.
‘Bum boats’ or
water taxis cruised by us, taking people across the canal to the variety of
nightlife on the other side.
Next we went for
a drink at Father Flanagan’s, an Irish pub in the basement of Chijmes, in the
city’s centre. Chijmes (pronounced “chimes”) is a popular hotspot with white
walls, arches and spotlights surrounding a unique complex that includes a small
white church, a boys’ college, several restaurants, nightclubs, designer
boutiques and gardens. The architecture has an ancient feel to it.
As we walked
along the garden path we could see a young blonde foreigner singing her heart
out in one of the city’s oldest nightclubs, to the tune of the Rolling Stones.
And it wasn’t karaoke either. She was really good.
After our
Guinness we strolled through the spotlit gardens. The white of the buildings
glowed incandescent in the moonlight. The Raffles Hotel was named after a
famous character in Singapore’s
history. This huge building is built in the square design, with a sprawling
courtyard in the middle. The deep mahogany tables and bars gave off a musky,
oiled scent. It is said that the last wild tiger in Singapore was shot under the table
in the dining room. Guests step over the indentation of a tiger paw print as
they enter the hotel. The crowd was pretty tame when we were there, however, as
they sipped the requisite Singapore Slings (at about $20 CDN each) and listened
to the live jazz band.
All in all, we
covered a fair amount of ground for our first evening.
Saturday morning
we awoke early for a hike through the nature reserve, where I was promised I
would see at least a dozen monkeys, swinging in the trees and roaming free.
Despite the warning signs to keep snacks covered and to avoid contact with the
animals, I didn’t see one single primate. My hosts were very surprised. I guess
it was the monkeys’ weekend off. The massive palms, tropical plants and
abundance of blooms more than made up for my disappointment, however.
Singapore is a spotless, white-washed greenhouse
of an island, with flowers hanging from balconies, windows and even bridges.
The biggest
thrill of my weekend was a trip to the Singapore Zoological Gardens, which took
up the rest of Saturday. I was surprised to discover that, instead of a cage,
each animal has a sanctuary designed to look as much like his home habitat as
possible. The lions and tigers stand high on a hill, surrounded by a moat and
an inward curving wall. It’s quite breathtaking, if a little unnerving, to see
the wild beasts with no bars between you and them. At feeding time, the white Bengal tigers were very active, swimming the moat and
trying to climb the curved wall up to where the spectators were standing. We
could hear them falling back into the drink with a splash, having failed to
make lunch out of us.
Saturday night we
went out for dinner with friends, on Pub
Street. This narrow lane is lined with small
boutiques and restaurants painted in pastel colors. It looks almost
Mediterranean. Maintaining the cleanliness of the streets is a 24 hour job, and
the results are impressive. I couldn’t find a single piece of garbage on the
street, anywhere. This was incredible, as the home countries of both the
Indians and the Chinese (the main population of Singapore) are typically littered
with refuse. The spotless city was such a nice change from my warm and friendly
but filthy Taiwan.
Another
noticeable difference is that everyone in Singapore speaks a halting but
fluent British English. I could feel myself relaxing right away. Communication
barriers are just an everyday obstacle in Taiwan, adding stress and
challenges to every outing.
Sunday was
shopping day, which is one of the national pastimes of Singapore, I
think. I have never seen so many huge shopping complexes in my life. The crowds
were staggering, even on the day of rest. We had lunch at the Arts Centre,
along the river (just like back home!) and toured around the island a bit more
by taxi.
Sunday was also
the big wedding day for our friends, and the main reason for our trip. The
groom was German and the bride East Indian. The wedding was held at the Alkaff Mansion,
overlooking the Singapore
resort island of Sentosa. As dusk was setting, the estate
was glowing white and the pink and purple bougainvillea vines and azalea bushes
were vibrantly electric in color. The bride chose to have her party wear
traditional silk saris in jewel tones to match the blooms. I sat quietly and
looked around, noting every detail.
The bride herself
wore a two piece elegant gown with a top exposing her belly. It was white silk,
in the traditional East Indian style. The ceremonial exchange of the vows was
short and sweet, under a gazebo roof on the estate lawn. The formal ceremony in
the Indian tradition is to be held in the presence of family only, at another
time.
A buffet that was
replenished throughout the evening began immediately after the family and
wedding party speeches. Traditional East Indian food was combined with some
German favorites and Singaporean Chinese dishes to give guests a little of
everything. Pitchers of ice-cold beer and bottles of wine were placed on each
table and refilled throughout the evening. It’s a good thing none of us were
driving home!
The highlight of
the evening was a surprise to the bride from her groom. A troupe of young
Punjabi dancers in full Indian dress emerged from the back of the crowd to perform
acrobatic feats, hip hop dancing and interpretive moves set to a wonderful mix
of modern break beats and traditional mystical melodies. The wedding guests
couldn’t stay in their seats, and formed a standing circle around the dancers.
It was a special treat for those of us who have never seen this type of dancing
before. I was really impressed.
Next, the bridal
party performed a specially choreographed Bollywood style dance number for the
groom. It was hilarious, with the bride peeking around the columns and
beckoning to him, then running to hide, feigning exaggerated shyness.
The dance floor
opened then with a mix of music ranging from German club music to Canada’s
Bryan Adams and back to the Indian Punjabi mix. I learned how to “screw in the
lightbulb” while “patting the dog”. We danced the night away, leaving the party
around 2 am. That was the perfect time, I was told, to head for Newton Circus.
This is a market
of outdoor eating stalls serving fresh seafood, 24 hours a day. We feasted on
pepper crab, lobster and stingray, until our eyes threatened to close on us
from sheer exhaustion.
When we caught
our flight back to Taipei the next morning at
8:20 (yikes; I had two hours’ sleep) we were sleepy but satisfied, knowing that
we had seen the best that the island
of Singapore had to
offer.
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One Singaporean tourist attraction that I witnessed (though
only from the front entrance), was the club known as ‘the four floors of
whores’ – notably the largest brothel in the country. In traditional
Singaporean culture it is proper for a wife to look the other way and deny the
husband’s extracurricular activities (which are considered a sign of business
success), until they are made public, and bring embarrassment upon the whole
family. Then she is required to make a scene equal in magnitude. Some women
don’t wait for the indiscretions to become common knowledge, but rather vent
their frustrations in other ways.
Work contracts for live-in maids often include an extra
charge for ‘sleeping with master’. This blatant disrespect for the woman of the
house often leads to physical abuse of the employee. One maid recently went
public with the abuse she had been enduring at the hands of her employer’s
wife, including having her nipples scorched with a hot curling iron.