RANDOM MUSINGS ON...WELL...THE WORLD!

            The trip has been over for nearly a week. It remains in our souls and probably will forever. With that said, though, I have some random observations -- really inquiries -- on the rest of the world I'd like to share. I'm speaking in the first person, but Casey shares these inquiries. Feel free to view the questions as rhetorical, if you wish, but I'd really love answers:

            1.         Why doesn't the rest of the world know how to cook scrambled eggs and bacon? This is perhaps the greatest mystery of the trip. Scrambled eggs should be solid, not liquid. Bacon should be brown and crisp, not warm and raw. Do Americans just have a different palette? Or are eggs and bacon a uniquely American dish that the rest of the world doesn't really care to cook properly? Everywhere we went in Europe and Asia, the eggs were runny and the bacon was raw. I understand that raw food has long been a delicacy elsewhere -- fish in Japan and steak tartare in France. But, folks, chicken ova and pork fat should not be treated like sushi!

            This isn't a matter of not knowing how to cook the products. At the Grand Hyatt Shanghai, for instance, they had two vats of bacon -- one loaded with gross, raw bacon and one containing bacon that was so crisp, it broke into pieces with just a smile. Why serve the former? At the Caravelle in Ho Chi Minh City, I asked the lady at the omelet station to make a couple of scrambled eggs. She pointed out that there were scrambled eggs on the buffet line. I denied that outrageous claim, pointing out that the bowl in question was filled with liquid chicken embryo. I wanted SCRAMBLED EGGS. Given the communication barrier, I asked her to make me an omelet, only with nothing in it and with constant stirring rather than a single flip. She made perfect scrambled eggs. It can be done, world. No matter what you think of America and Americans, please heed this simple advice: COOK SCRAMBLED EGGS AND BACON THOROUGHLY! This could be one of those unique acts that improve international relations.

            2.         Why is the rest of the world so much more relaxed, possessing such a better outlook on life? My word, Americans are uptight. Just spending a few days anywhere else makes that clear. People in Europe and Asia work for a living; they don't live to work. American lives are so often centered around our jobs. We work our rear ends off, taking a holiday if and when time permits. People elsewhere live life, demanding holidays. They work in a manner consistent with their lives. Their lifestyles dictate their work, not the other way around. Life is short. (And at 51 years of age, it seems to be getting shorter and shorter for me.) Why do Americans spend their entire lives working and stressing out, only to pass away with a tidy bank account that their descendants then use to build a career so they can work and work and also die with money? Why don't we live to the fullest during this very short time we have, even if it means we can't buy the best glass of chardonnay on the menu?

            I've traveled in the U.S. to places where people give up promising professional careers and join the service industry just to live there (like Laguna Beach and even Austin, Texas). That is especially common in Europe. In Amsterdam, we met Americans who had lucrative jobs in the "States," but gave up those jobs to move to Amsterdam to relax and enjoy life. And how much more relaxed can one be than to sit in a coffee shop and sip a cappuccino while smoking hash? It really is a completely different world.

            3.         The history is elsewhere. When you're viewing ancient temples in Siem Reap or Kathmandu -- temples constructed countless centuries ago -- you realize that the Liberty Bell and Mount Rushmore, while lovely, don't reflect a lot of history. It's sometimes easy to lose sight of the fact that America has existed only a few hundred years whereas the remnants of tradition in other nations reflect many hundreds of years. We all need to put our ethnocentricity aside and recognize that there are generations that existed before anyone even contemplated an "America." And those folks built beautiful, wonderful things we all need to see. When I heard someone on this trip say, "This temple was constructed in the 1600s," all I could think is that we had the Puritans back then, so maybe we have some equally old stockades we can show off. Somehow, stockades don't seem to compare to walls reflecting every sexual intercourse position of the Kama Sutra (Nepal).

            4.         How can we rid ourselves of political deadlock? Kathmandu, Nepal is one of the most beautiful places we visited. In fact, it is a stunningly gorgeous place and the first one to which I will return in the future. Yet, the city -- and country -- is dirt poor. How can this be? They have some of the most important tourist attractions in the world. Mount Everest is there, for pete's sake. Bill Chalmers told me that Nepal suffers from the same kind of political gridlock that plagues America. Two political factions that are far apart on what is best for the country. The result is that no one can feel confident investing in the nation. What a shame!

            By the way, stepping away from Nepal for a moment, will we ever reach the point where we realize the utter nonsense of religion (which perhaps once served a purpose in placating the masses and did give us lots of pretty stuff, but has truly lost its utility)? Will we ever allow people to advance beyond mysticism so they can be fed and treated with respect? I was an unabashed atheist before this trip and what the trip did was to confirm that my atheism, philosophically based, has tremendous pragmatic grounds as well. If we can ever get rid of all this ridiculous religious regimen, we might actually be able to do something meaningful for people around the world and end a lot of social problems. (Of course, the god described in the Judeo-Christian book may not like that, since he seems to thrive on conflict and misery, but I digress.)

            Nepal is a nation filled with beauty, history and amazing natural phenomenon, and I will be back. What a shame I'll be paying the same hotel rates I might pay in Bessemer, Alabama at the Regal 8 to visit one of the greatest places on earth. The people of Nepal deserve better.

            5.         Wonderful people are everywhere. I'll be honest with you. My biggest fear on this trip is that Casey and I would not be treated with respect because we're Americans. Since George W. Bush invaded Iraq without provocation, and we became known as the "preemptive strike" nation, I have worried about traveling abroad. A few years ago, I was treated with abject disrespect in London simply because I am from America. The trip occurred right after the revelation that our basis for invading Iraq was utter nonsense. I understandably worried that I would be treated the same this go-around. But nothing like that happened here. No one even gave a hint of looking down at us because we're Americans. Forgive me if you're a right-winger, but I have to believe that the election of a minority as President -- the election of a man who descended from people who were slaves not long ago in our nation to the highest office of the nation -- changed perceptions from the Bush (i.e., entrenched political family) era. I won't get political here (you all know I'm as liberal as McGovern) but I do believe America has re-established herself as a nation the rest of the world likes. We went from most respected (pre-Bush) to least respected (post-Bush invasion of Iraq) to most respected (election of Obama) status. As simplistic as that may sound, I believe it. In any event, we did not perceive or detect one iota of anti-Americanism during this trip in a single one of the numerous countries we visited. (Yet, 10 years ago, I was treated with nothing but abject disrespect when traveling abroad, to the point the I just started lying that I am from Canada).

            Times have a'changed. And for the better. America is on a better path. And so is the rest of the world. I look forward to exploring both even more in the future. Thank you, Bill and Pamela, for setting us on the right course. I hope you'll allow me to be a part of any future trips.

TORONTO: NIAGARA FALLS, ANOTHER DAY: I'M FEELING MORE NOSTALGIC THAN ROMANTIC ANYWAY and SOME FINAL, RANDOM MUSINGS

     

            The greatest experience of our lives -- the whirlwind tour of the world -- is coming to an end. From Amsterdam, we flew to Oslo, Norway. By the way, in case you don't know, Norway is expensive. Really expensive. We were able to secure two "economy airline" (Norwegian Air) tickets to Oslo on Thursday night, May 2nd for under $250 collectively. We were then promptly charged more than that for the cab ride to the hotel. Granted, the cab driver gouged us big time. We were charged only a third of that for the ride back. But still, $80 for a cab ride to and from an airport....

            We arrived in Oslo late because we wanted to maximize our time in Amsterdam. I am somewhat disappointed. I heard from the other competitors that Oslo is lovely. The hotel alone warranted a few more hours of stay. It is called "The Thief" and is a beautiful boutique hotel, right on the water, situated between office buildings (on canals) and cruise ships (on the ocean). The breakfast buffet we had the day after our arrival (and the morning we left) was outstanding. It's hard to beat an eggs benedict station (with copious amounts of hollandaise sauce on the side). But where else would you get pork belly cold cuts and meat loaf pate for breakfast? Yum! (I just hope my friend Sherry Hall isn't reading this.) Several of us have commented that while we had hoped the exercise associated with walking everywhere would have helped our figures, the incredible breakfast buffets, which we have experienced at every stop, flipped that expectation entirely. I know that Bill Chalmers and his wonderful wife, Pamela, the event directors, were always concerned that we got enough to eat, especially when we ventured into areas not know for their fabled cuisine. Well, they made sure of that, all right.

            In all seriousness, I could have made a lovely vacation out of this trek without ever leaving our hotels. Our designations have been Shanghai, China, Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, Phenom Penh, Cambodia, Siem Reap, Cambodia, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Kathmandu, Nepal, Doha, Qatar, Frankfurt, Germany, Amsterdam, Netherlands (for us; for others, Hamburg, Copenhagen and Stockholm instead), Oslo Norway and Toronto, Canada (with a brief stop by airplane through Reyjavik, Iceland--so we could say we've been there, too). The hotels at each stop, with the exception of perhaps two that, while nice, were uneventful, could have provided sufficient entertainment for the duration of the stay in each locale.

            We met this morning at the hotel in Toronto (a Westin which, while Westins are always wonderful, seems a bit pedestrian given all the superb places we've stayed) at 8 a.m. to go over the last day's scavenges. Casey and I haven't been competitive since Shanghai so we weren't concerned about the severity of the challenges. We ultimately planned a helicopter ride by Niagara Falls but some logistical problems with the carrier meant we couldn't accomplish this before our last group meeting this evening. (Believe me, we've been excited so many times this trip, and are so exhausted, the slight wasn't substantial.) I've spent a bit of time here before so I planned lunch with some dear friends I haven't seen in years. And Casey is doing at this moment what he has tried to do (and generally successfully done) in every city -- obtain yet another tattoo. We will meet the group at 4:30 p.m. for a final evaluation. Two of the duos are literally tied for first place. What they accomplish in the few hours we remain in Toronto will dictate who wins (and thus has a free ride in the trip next year, if Bill and Pamela host the trip, which I sincerely hope they will--after many years of these events, involving different cities and undoubtedly countless hours of planning every time--I'm sure you can appreciate how exhausted they are--my fingers are crossed).

            Each of the duos has gone their separate ways for the "scavenges" (with the exception of the Littlepage entourage which has probably spent more time together than any of them are particularly pleased about), so I can't honestly say I've developed new friendships here. But in the brief meetings we've had between venues and for the occasional group dinners and photos, I must say I have grown fond of all of them -- not a single exception (except, of course, Casey on occasion). I wish them all well in their endeavors. And I genuinely hope to see them again -- perhaps somewhere new in the world to begin yet another of these adventures next year. There is a sheet for the recording of e-mail addresses being passed around today. Of course, we'll all fill it out. And, of course, none of us will contact any of the others. And if we do meet again next year, the hugs will fly with no one venturing an explanation as to why the e-mail sheet was ignored. This was the adventure of a lifetime, shared among extraordinary people, who made an impression on each other for a brief period, and who will now go back to the lives they escaped for a fleeting moment.

[Note: Over the coming days, I'll provide some anecdotes about the trip and the places, for those who have yet to doze off.]

IT'S OFF THE BEATEN PATH, BUT... AMSTERDAM REMAINS MY FAVORITE

            Casey and I haven't been competitive since the first leg of the scavenger hunt. In fact, in Qatar, we separated so Casey could do his water sports (meant literally, by the way) which I'm not into (literally or figuratively). So, on this leg of the trip, we departed from the itinerary. While the rest of the group have been performing scavenges in Germany, Denmark, Sweden and Norway, in a whirlwind of activity, we took it easy and came to Amsterdam. Queen's Day was the very day after we received instructions for the (semi) final leg of the trip. And on this Queen's Day, the reigning monarch for over 30 years was abdicating the throne. Imagine the party! We couldn't resist.

            I have never been to Mardi Gras in Sydney so I can't compare Queen's Day to that event. But I have been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Queen's Day in Amsterdam makes Mardi Gras in New Orleans look like a toddler's birthday celebration at Chucky Cheese. This was the outdoor party of our lives. Hundreds of thousands of people converged on the streets, drinking, dancing, chatting, cavorting....DJs blasting disco, new wave, techno everywhere. Literally, no matter what square to which you traveled, there was a party, and a giant party. Street vendors couldn't keep the beer flowing fast enough. Dancing in the streets is an understatement. People were doing everything but the nasty in the streets. And no segregation. There wasn't a straight area, a gay area, an Anglo area, a....Everyone was together. Straight couples dancing next to gay couples, Anglos next to Africans, Arabs, Asians, etc. No race separation; no orientation separation. No differences at all. John Lennon was smiling at us from above. (And make no mistake: gays aren't a small minority here. In fact, "Queen's Day" should be renamed "Million Queens' Day.")

            I hadn't been to Amsterdam in 17 years. I loved it then. How could I let so much time pass before I returned? Well, the hormone therapy litigation explains much of that. In any event, I will be back...and, maybe, for good. (Casey is already prepared to move.) The people are so wonderful, laid back, relaxed and friendly. And every street is like Sixth Street in Austin. Party central. Who could ask for more?

            Well, I could -- from Rijksmuseum. We went yesterday. Make no mistake: it is one of the loveliest museums in the world. Amsterdam's contributions to the world of art are not to be mistaken. But, please! Get over yourself, Rijks! We waited nearly 2 1/2 hours just to get into the museum. Then, we were told that, without advance purchase, we would wait another hour to get tickets. Fortunately, the Dutch are the most accommodating people -- even more so than Asians (sorry--there's my stereotyping again). A lady at the front desk allowed us to order tickets via smart phone and have them printed at the information desk when Casey's smart phone wouldn't allow us access -- how is that for customer service? But the fact that we had to wait over two hours just to get to the information desk led me to wonder whether Rijksmuseum is run by the same people who run Disneyland. The fact that you hold key treasures of the world doesn't mean you should treat people like they're seeking a twirl on Space Mountain.

            We're about to leave this oasis of the planet. Our flight isn't until late tonight. I have tried to convince Casey that the Amsterdam airport is one of the great wonders of the world, but he's skeptical. I plan for us to have at least five or six hours there to play. Next stop: Oslo. Then, we fly to Iceland (I think, only for a layover), then Toronto. Home by Sunday night. I miss my babies! (that is, my dogs--Fiyero and Gizmo). This trip has been the event of our lives. And with that said, we're ready to sleep at home!

            Thank you, so very, very much, Bill and Pamela! You have "blessed" us more than you will ever know! In all sincerity, you're responsible for changing our lives.

QATAR WAS WONDERFUL, BUT MY HEART IS STILL IN NEPAL

            Qatar is such a contradiction. The affluence is astounding. But traditions as simple as buying spices from giant vats in an open market are also common. The nation behaves like someone who just won the lottery and has no idea what to do with all that money. Qatar was originally one of the poorest countries in the Middle East. Now, it's the richest nation in the world. Huge jumps in per capita income occurred just over the past few years. Skyscraper and high rise construction is occurring throughout Doha, the nation's capital and largest city, where we stayed. They can't spend their money fast enough (though they are building some rather incredible structures). The average income of the population exceeds $100,000 a year!

            We stayed at the Four Seasons which sits on the Arabian Gulf. Four Seasons are forever fabulous but this one was the grandest I've seen. So, as those of you who know Casey and me can imagine, the two of us spent much of our limited time in Doha (which was just over a day) at the hotel, enjoying the luxury and beauty. However, I did get together with Zoe and her family and friends (really, for the first time this trip) and take a half-day desert safari Saturday. That was a lot of fun. We went sand dune bashing. Sand dune bashing feels like a long amusement park ride. Dune bashing occurs when much of the air in the tires of a vehicle is removed, enabling the vehicle to ride the top of the dunes more freely. You whip across the sand and up and down the dunes with great speed and ease. We also rode camels (yes, I actually rode atop a camel, though I understand the animal spent the following day with a camel chiropractor). We drove to the Inland Sea where we could actually see Saudi Arabia. While seeing the nation from across a sea was impressive, it was also unfortunately reminiscent of the moronic Sarah Palin comment (talk about a hopelessly broad phrase) that she had extensive foreign policy experience because she can see Russia from her house.

            Despite the wealth, Qatar didn't move me as Nepal did. On our last day in Nepal, we visited numerous temples that were hundreds of years old with the most intricate design and latticework. Despite its poverty, the place has such personality, such history and such beauty. I especially loved the temple that displayed all the possible positions of sexual intercourse -- it was in essence the Kama Sutra temple. (Obviously, gay rights weren't in vogue at the time of temple construction or the structure would have been much larger.)

            We're in Frankfurt today. Last night, Bill took us to a fabulous restaurant about a mile from the Intercontinental Hotel where we stayed. We had a real German meal. I had the sausage plate (I LOVE smoked sausage and where can you get better sausage than in Germany?) While the five different types of sausage were wonderful, the sauerkraut was the best I've had (and the fried potatoes were great). Talk about comfort food.

            The European leg of the tour is historically the one where we're on our own. Bill drops us off in a city (here, Frankfurt) and tells us where to be in four days. We have to be in Oslo on Friday morning. The scavenges are to occur in Germany, Denmark, Sweden and Norway. But Casey has always wanted to go to Amsterdam, I love the city and frankly, I'm tired of traveling. So, rather than traveling through four countries, scavenging for a few hours in each, we're taking a train to Amsterdam and will be there until Thursday night when we'll leave for Oslo. (OK, we're lazy.) The group flies from Oslo to Toronto for the final reception. Please send out good vibes that we (principally, Casey) don't get into too much trouble in Amsterdam.

           

            

CULTURE SHOCK!

            Abject poverty. Destitution. The struggle to survive. Deplorable conditions. As morbid as these phrases may sound, they are precisely what I was hoping to see at least once on this trip. And now I have -- in Kathmandu, Nepal. One of the reasons I applied for this wonderful experience (globalscavengerhunt.com) for both Casey and me (and was graciously accepted) was to see how the other half lives -- really. Looking at the cheap quarters where the help at your five-star villa resides is not knowing poverty. Driving quickly by a shantytown on the way to the theater is not knowing poverty. Rolling up the window as you drive by a homeless person trying to wash your windshield for a buck is not knowing poverty. Strolling down a street and encountering children begging for money and noticing they are missing a limb or an eye -- and declining to give them money precisely because of their infirmities -- so you don't encourage the practice of maiming a child to make her a better force for begging -- that is witnessing poverty. So why did I want to come here? Call me a voyeur, if you must. But I do not believe any of us can live in the undeniable opulence that characterizes the life of anyone in America -- even those among the lowest socioeconomic tier -- and complain about our circumstances until we see what true suffering really is.

            But guess what happened on the way to the forum? I fell in love with this place. This is my favorite stop to date. I adore Nepal. So does Casey (who has rented a motorcyle (ugh!) and already met half of Kathmandu--he has two new tattoos to prove it!). This place is an absolute contradiction in terms. It's gorgeous. Despite the poverty, the city and surrounding area are beautiful and the countryside is idyllic. The Himalayas are here, with the tallest mountains in the world just a hop, skip and a jump away. Yesterday morning, Casey and I flew on a propeller plane over the mountains and saw Mount Everest up close. Flying into town when we first arrived, the scenery was spectacular. And the temples and buildings are magnificent. So very old and thus so scenic, classy, elegant. We went to a shopping/dining area of town yesterday that looks like the French Quarter 50 years ago. They just don't make architecture like that any more -- and haven't in decades. It is beautiful.

            Granted, as in Vietnam and Cambodia, I have been approached by seemingly hundreds of "Mr. Haneys," trying to sell me paper machete and grade school trinkets for a hundred dollars -- and ultimately settling for one greenback (that is, on that rare occasion when I actually engage them). I hate that whole scene, as those of you who know me know. One of my law firm partners negotiated my last two car purchases. My offer for the house I recently bought was the list price. I am never the one involved in lawsuit settlement negotiations. My partners know that I litigate the cases and, depending on how well I've done, they determine how much we'll recommend for our clients. I'm just not good at anything money-related.  I hate it. I wish we could just put whatever money we earn into an account and every time we buy something, eat a meal or drink a glass of wine, a computer would just take care of everything and we'd never have to see anything up close. Sort of like a credit card without the card, the credit or the monthly invoice. (Of course, the fact that I rarely have any money -- present moment excluded -- may partially explain my aversion. It's easy to be against that which you don't have.)

            But, as usual, I digress. I'll try to give more specifics tomorrow because this place deserves at least two blog entries. We arrived Tuesday afternoon and are here until at least Thursday (today) at 10 p.m. That is when we meet as a group, turn in our "scorecards" and find out the next location for which we will be departing in four hours or more. We have no idea where it is or whether we'll leave tomorrow night or the next day. We never know anything more than where we are at the moment and when and where we next meet as a group. Can you imagine how wonderful that is? No schedule. No expectation. It's like receiving a grand, unexpected gift every few days.

            The people here are fantastic. Make no mistake: that wasn't the universal group expectation. As we took the bus ride from the airport to the utterly charming Hotel Shanker (which is my favorite to date--like the rest of the city, it is old, classic and loaded with personality), there were quite a few shocked looks as we drove by the rundown buildings, garbage in the streets and unpaved roads. Several of our members inquired as to why this trip would detour to a place involving such misery. I haven't spoken with many of them since we were released to swarm the area, but I really hope their attitudes have changed. Admittedly, I was circumspect as well at first, and made sure my wallet was deep in my front pocket when we initially ventured out. But we have been treated with nothing but respect and kindness and I feel as at home here as anywhere outside my residential base.

            We have enjoyed wonderful meals, beautiful tours through amazing temple areas and scenic delights since we arrived, as I'll discuss more tomorrow. Does that make us hypocrites given the almost indescribable poverty so many here face? To be honest, I think it does. But that is true every day of our lives when we do something extravagant in our country all the while knowing of the suffering elsewhere. Whether the poverty is several thousand miles away or staring you in the face, attending to it only when it is in close proximity is perhaps the most hypocritical of acts. But I digress, this is a downer and this is not going to be resolved by a one-day blog entry.

            The cab driver we used for a couple of scavenges yesterday speaks excellent English and makes his living seeking out foreigners. He moved from the countryside to a small, one-room apartment (efficiency) in town where he and his wife raise their two children. He spends virtually all his money sending one of his children to private school with the hope that he can send the other to the same when he reaches admission age. He said he and his wife know that the only hope for their children is to become educated and learn English. He would love to leave Napal for a vacation but a visa would cost upwards of $20,000 U.S. dollars! (The nation does everything it can to avoid mass emigration.) Only the extraordinarily rich residents ever have the opportunity to go elsewhere, even for a visit. His story is reminiscent of so many others we've heard.

            Well, we're off to see more of the city. Casey has already had a full morning. I spent some time getting caught up on e-mail and what not. But I look forward to interacting with more wonderful people from the nation of Nepal. "Kathmandu, I'll soon be seeing you, And your strange bewilderin' time, Will hold me down." (Cat Stevens '70).

WE DO AT LEAST ONE THING BETTER THAN ASIA! HINT: IT'S A SIN!

[Breaking news: We just arrived at Kathmandu, Nepal. Quite a difference from the rest of the areas. More on that in next entry.]

(Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia)

            We first reported that Shanghai puts Manhattan to shame in terms of skylines. We then noted that the service and friendliness of the Asian people we have encountered surpass that of many Americans we have encountered (note the sleight of hand with the insertion of "we have encountered" so we can't be accused of stereotyping). We can now report that the United States one ups Asia on at least one thing -- gambling. (What a claim to fame, huh? Well, if you're addicts like us, actually it's a big deal.) Don't get me wrong: I know the scorecard is not so one-sided in Asia's favor. We're speaking of a several-day evaluation of tourist attractions during a vacation. But it's good to know that the good ole U.S. of A. remains supreme in at least one area of forbidden decadence.

            The update: we spent the last two nights in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia where we had one day of scavenges. We are en route to Kathmandu, Nepal where we will have landed by the time this has been posted. The next day, we're off to Meridian, Mississippi then Cullman, Alabama. (Ignore the last sentence. I'm reserving judgment as to whether it's a double entrendre.) I know nothing about Kathmandu except that it's the subject of a song I now can't get out of my mind, despite my best efforts. Or is that "Cat Scratch Fever" in my head? Oh well, toe-mae-toe, toe-mah-toe. As my friend, Lee Polk is wont to remark, I am the ultimate Philistine. I know culture only if it comes in a glass and art if it tastes good. And you know Casey ain't any more artistic. Perhaps that explains why we're not so prolific with the scavenges.

            Kuala Lumpur is another massive, seemingly well-off Asian city that has become extraordinarily Westernized. Perhaps there is a bit of ethnocentrism in suggesting that big buildings, Starbucks, KFCs and McDonalds reflect Westernization, but so be it. I cringe to think that there are people all over the world who truly believe the Colonel and the Golden Arches are the essence of American cuisine. Sadly, those in other lands not only associate American cooking with fast food but with the worst fast food we have to offer. Would that one could at least find a Popeye's or In-and-Out Burger in the Far East. But I digress.

            Kuala Lumpur is purportedly a Muslim city, but I would never have known that had someone not told me in advance. I saw but a smattering of women in Muslim attire (and none sporting beekeeper uniforms). By contrast, many women don shorts, make-up and uncomfortable footwear. Lady Clairol is obviously sold in myriad tints. Women hold virtually every service position as do men and congregate with men in all public places (except perhaps certain of the "happy ending massage" parlors, but I digress yet again).

              

            We eschewed the temples and went straight for the casino -- save for a brief stop at the Jade Museum where they have more jade than Doan's has pills. I contemplated the million dollar giant jade Buddha for our front lawn but (a) I doubt I could secure financing of the $999,000 I'd need to pull off the deal, and (b) I suspect my neighbors, who have heretofore been opposed to a homeowners association, might suddenly see the merits in establishing one. It's all just as well, for there is room for only one obese, puffy-faced, ancient man on Pony Chase road. I did buy a lovely jade necklace for my mother.

            Back to the Genting Casino -- the largest in Asia. The hour-long-plus drive there was stunning. Beautiful mountains, hills and valleys. So reminiscent of Bali (the only place in Asia that Casey or I had previously visited). The natural scenery was worth the lengthy drive. And thank goodness, because the casino was not. Being the only legal casino in the area, it has a lot to learn from Vegas (or even much tackier Atlantic City). It is certainly the size of a Vegas resort -- and actually quite bigger -- but the similarity ends there. The facility is old, worn down, dirty (with standing "water" in the bathrooms, some of which featured the infamous "porcelain-lined hole in the ground" commodes) and overcrowded with tourists. There was nothing elegant or unique about the place. (For goodness sake, they could at least have installed a bit of neon. Pastel colors are big out here. Why not reduce them to bright lights?) Frankly, it was a giant mall of rude shoppers.

            And get these two facts: First, you can't drink anywhere in the casino area, including the restaurants! Not the best of business planning for a company that presumably wants to maximize the irrational bets that generally flow from booze. Whoever runs Genting needs to have an aperitif with Steve Wynn. Granted, given the sheer number of K-Mart blue light shoppers removed from their element and sitting at casino tables until their Liz Claiborne stretch slacks reach their breaking point, the casino is undoubtedly making a lot of money. But it could make so much more and have a clientele that isn't the riff-raff you willingly pay outlandish discotheque cover charges to avoid encountering. Second, several of our group were turned away because they were wearing shorts. Their attire wasn't deemed proper. Yet, the outfits of those permitted entry resembled what remained at the bottom of the blue light bin after all the serious shoppers had left. The only person the casino needs to admit in uniform is Josephine the Plumber.

            Casey and I wanted to play blackjack which was one of the games in the IR (International Room). But we had to be VIP members to enter that room and the casino required passports before it would even allow us to apply for membership. Of course, we didn't have our passports with us, so we were relegated to playing pontoon, the Asian version of blackjack. Foolishly, we failed to inquire as to the differences in rules. At one point, on a hand on which he'd bet a lot, Casey double-downed on an ace and a seven with the dealer showing a six. Quite a smart move in blackjack. Casey then drew a three, and we thought he had the hand won -- only to find out that, in pontoon, an ace counts only as one and not 11 on a double down. What a stupid rule that makes the game far less interesting.

            I got bored with the whole affair in short order. Gambling at a table in a giant mall-like structure with people who look like they just spent the last three hours of their lives in the clearance section of JC Penney is not my idea of a grand time. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and night was rapidly approaching, so I ate at an Indian restaurant outside the casino but still within the never-ending bourgeoisie complex. The meal was actually rather good. I'm developing a newfound taste for Indian food. Granted, it will likely come in handy only when I'm traveling within the U.S. and need take-out after 10, but it beats Domino's pizza.

            Make no mistake: overall, Kuala Lumpur was magnificent. I'm just thrilled to find a flaw in our Asian trip that I can exploit for my American friends.

            I'm finishing this while sitting at the pool bar at the Hotel Shanker in Kathmandu, Nepal. (While the crazed lunatic competitors with whom we're traveling -- who are charming, fascinating and utterly lovable despite their insanity -- are out and about performing every scavenge they can complete before it becomes pitch black and their feet blister -- whichever comes last), I chickened out of a jaunt through town with the exception of a cab ride to a nice restaurant this evening, because it's been raining off and on and thunderstorms are in the forecast -- circumstances the others relish because they know the conditions may slow down their rivals -- needless to say, I'm ribbing my new friends). I already know I'll have lots to share about this place, where we'll be for the next two days, but this entry is already too long. Suffice it to say (cryptically) for now, Casey and I won't have to worry about failing to meet any superficial VIP standards in this undoubtedly charming land.

THE HOTELS!

            Might Lisa have said to hubbie, Oliver Wendell Douglas in contrasting Manhattan with Hooter[s]ville. We have stayed at marvelous hotels this trip whether visiting the fancy surroundings of Shanghai and Kuala Lumpur or the countryside of Vietnam and Cambodia, the latter being where one might actually see Arnold Ziffel roaming the land. Of course, Ho Chi Minh City, Phenom Penh and Siam Reap feature a great deal more than a single General Store and an inn called the Shady Rest. The smallest of them has nearly a million people, hence one would expect them to have decent digs for weary travelers. What has been impressive is not just the luxury of the lodgings but their diversity. Each creates a different atmosphere for a particular traveler. And that is by the design of Bill and Pamela Chalmers, the event directors.

            The Grand Hyatt Shanghai is pure opulence in the most modern of settings. The lowest floor of the hotel is the 54th. Every room has a marvelous view of the city since the gorgeous skyscrapers extend in any direction beyond the human eye. The food is fabulous. The Caravelle Hotel in Ho Chi Minh City is luxury to the tee, with high end restaurants and bars and a spectacular view from the ninth floor club where people dance until 2 a.m. every night. The Plantation in Phnom Penh is like a ski resort of wooden buildings, only in the jungle land of Cambodia rather than the snowy banks of Colorado. The entrances to the hotel are on sidewalks above bodies of water. There is a lovely pool and wonderful food yet again. And the Heritage Suites in Siem Reap are like individual cabins in the woods (though here, jungle), each with its own sauna, walk-in shower indoors, walk-in shower outdoors and giant, deep bathtub, all in different places of the room. The cabins are joined by a common area for swimming, eating and socializing. And now we're enjoying the Shangri-La in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Much like the Grand Hyatt, it is a luxury hotel catering to every modern need.

            I can't tell you (well, really Bill and Pamela) how much we appreciate the thought and effort that has gone into the planning of every minute detail of this trip. The scavenges appeal to every interest imaginable. Today, Casey and I (if I can ever wake Casey up after his jaunt through the nightlife of Kuala Lumpur last night--he's snoring up a storm as I type this--as you can tell, we ain't gonna be the grand prize winners) will alternatively gamble at a casino, ride and bathe with an elephant and visit the world's biggest piece of carved jade. There are always scavenges involving rounds of golf, karaoke, temple visits and other activities I know some of you like. There are generally amusement park scavenges as well. In this town, the scavenge involves visiting the world's largest indoor amusement park.

            I haven't said much about Cambodia. We thought it was interesting. It has some fascinating elements. I won't go back, though. And the main reason frankly is the heat. I felt as though I was melting (until the shorts I put on later that day turned out to be just as tight as the week before the trip began). I realize Malaysia isn't about to go arctic on me either, but it's modern enough here that there will always be an air conditioned cocktail lounge I can slither into. I didn't visit The Killing Fields while in Cambodia and thus did not see the collection of skulls of victims of the veritable genocide of the Pol Pot regime. Frankly, it took years to get the movie, "The Killing Fields" out of my mind and I didn't want to spend the rest of this trip thinking of skulls and matching them to hypothetical faces of men, women and children. Last year, a Pulitzer Prize winning photo made the Facebook rounds and featured a starting African toddler trying desperately to crawl to a food bank a kilometer away, as a vulture walked behind her, waiting for her to show enough evidence of weakness and collapse that it could pounce for the kill and devour her. That photo still lingers with me. Some of my female friends compliment me for being such a sensitive person. Some of my male friends suggest I'm a bit short of testosterone. Oh well, neither condition is likely to have a dramatic effect on my lifestyle.

            So, the cities are great, the countries are great, the hotels are mesmerizing. What do I have to criticize about the trip? Nothing really. But if I had to offer a drawback it would be the event's greatest strength. We're visiting 11 countries in 23 days. I want to visit 11 countries. And I don't have more than 23 days for vacation. So, the trip is in one sense ideal. But the time we get to spend in each place is too short. Perhaps that's the point. The trip is designed to let us evaluate multiple locales so we can decide where to return for a more extensive and leisurely visit, much as an introductory language survey course gives you a few weeks of several different foreign tongues so you can decide in which to try to become fluent. The goal is undoubtedly laudable. Nevertheless, I found myself this morning, kinda wishing I was Uncle Joe...just a-movin' kinda slow...at the junction.