Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Getting Around in Antananarivo



To get around in Tana people use Taxis which typically are (really) ancient tan-colored Citroens 2CV or Renault "quatrelles". I have learned a thing or two about cars riding along in these venerable vehicles. For instance, there is a simple procedure to follow when you run out of gas trying to get up a hill: you take out the emergency plastic bottle filled with gasoline (the one you always keep safely tucked between the two front seats), pour some of it into the tank, open the hood, take a sip out of the bottle (yes, the one with the gasoline), detach some tubing from your engine, spit the gas into it and see the engine come alive again. It works every time, and its clinically proven to fight germs causing bad breath and the gum disease gingivitis.
Maybe I need to explain why running out of gas is such a frequent occurence. Gas is very expensive in Madagascar ($4/gallon). To put matters into perspective $4 is a full meal at a very fancy restaurant, or 40 loaves of bread. Imagine an $80/gallon world to give you a sense of what it would be like (if you have trouble using your imagination, just move to California and wait for a couple more years). This means that cabs only carry the absolute minimum amount of fuel (or less) and use a peculiar driving style, shutting off the engine any time the car has sufficient momentum or when gravity supports forward progress. For our geeky readers: image some type of pulse-width-modulated engine control scheme. This allowed us to see many innovative ignition switch variations, from the traditional (but sooo conventional) key to self-wired push button devices, to bare bone hotwiring. The latter is kind of tricky given the extensive sparking, especially if you just rinsed your mouth with 87 octane stuff.
PS: No meters in these things (are you kidding?). Note to future travellers, at the time of my writing rides within Tana are 3000ARY and 6000ARY to the outskirts. As a white boy, you will be quoted twice that amount, but we now consistently haggle it down to these numbers.

Monday, May 29, 2006

An Island off the island - Nosy Sakatia


I wanted to explore more of the region, so I hitched a ride on some guy's speedboat to a small island visible from our hotel. I decided to bushwhack my way up the hill, and by a stroke of luck found a trail after a little while. The trail connected microscopic little villages (2-5 huts each) lost in the middle of a really dense jungle. On the way up the hill, the landscape would constantly switch from a lush forest to lunar desolation (laterite erosion, I think). Check out the pix of the malagasy emblem (fan palm), and some weird jackfruit-type trees.

Out of Tana - Nosy Be


We left Tana to spend the weekend in Nosy Be, one of the hundreds of little tropical paradises you will find all over Madagascar. Nosy Be is an island off the northwestern coast, a short 1-hour flight away from bustling Antananarivo. We stayed at "Auberge Orangea" basically a few bungalows right on the beach. This is a very typical accomodation for tourists in the area, as pretty much the entire shore is owned by one of these small independent family operations, the owners of which are mostly foreign. Amenities are really basic, but prices are almost european (5Euro breakfast, the equivalent of a 3-course meal in Tana). We were just happy to get out of the Tana-scent (a delicate mix of gasoline and diesel fumes with powerful sewage accents) for a couple of days.
After swimming in the Mozambique channel, Alvin and I went for an exploratory walk in the area. Alvin wanted to blend in with the locals, so he decided to go barefoot neglecting the fact that he did not benefit from the thousands of years of genetic selection and grueling practice that keeps a smile on the face of local schoolgirls when they walk around barefoot on viciously sharp gravel roads heated by the scorching sun to the point you can fry an egg on them. Anyway, this was an opportunity to try ourselves at some local handicraft: download craft tutorial here (this one is worth it). I had a good laugh (notice I was the one wearing Tevas) and we also made some furry friends along the way. Good times...

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Madagascar Part 2 - How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love CIPRO


After a couple of rough days I am back on my feet exploring Tana. We went to see the market (check out Alvin's coverage of a local riot) and marveled at the tasty delights only a local farmers market can bring, such as fly infested chicken intestins and mold-cured fish remains. This outing made us hungry, so we went to an indonesian restaurant for dinner.
I also saw my first lemur. I must say these things are really cute. They don't look like monkeys at all, more like a genetic screw up between a squirrel, a panda bear and a chimp. They are very loud and a lot of fun to watch.
We are flying to Nosy-Be this weekend to scientifically investigate whether the Malagasy beaches are truly up to their reputation. Hard work, but I feel we will be up to the task. Breaking news: I was able to upload a few pix so check it out.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Madagascar Part 1















After missing our connection in Paris-CDG we landed in Antananarivo (Tana if you are hip) on Monday at 4h50AM. This is one crazy place... On the day of our arrival we had an appointment with the minister of education and research. Because our luggage had been lost, we showed up in flip-flops and sweat pants at the ministry: "yo, we are from California and we are here to talk about biodiversity, dude-excellence" First impressions really do count! None of this crazy "computerized-tracking" of your bags around here. Instead, your request is entered in a nice large binder and you then conveniently show up for every flight landing in Tana and look for your luggage in the caroussel. It took us a mere 3 rides to the airport to find our bags (well, Shveta only got the contents of her bag as it had been compacted for easier transport, but I digress). After a new entry in the large binder, we were really looking forward to change clothes for the first time in 4 days.
On a less enjoyable note: after going out for dinner on our first day, I have spent the last 18 hours in my bed trying to hold some liquid in my body. Advice to future travelers: order your Zebu-filet "well done"...
I am hoping to get out of bed today, so look out for some cool critter pictures.
cedric
PS: my internet access is steam powered, so it may take a couple of days until I figure out how to upload more pix.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Grandma in California



Just after finals, we had my grandma over for a week. So I mostly wore my San Francisco tourguide hat for the last few days. Since she had planned to meet up with friends in Sacramento, it was a great excuse for a first high performance airplane experience to pick her up (I flew a 182TC, it's not a Malibu but it's still pretty sweet). The next blog will likely be from Madagascar, so stay tuned for those cool lemur pix.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

First solo

After 146 takeoffs (and landings... I heard it's good form to keep the number of landings equal to the number of takeoffs) it suddenly felt rather lonely in the cockpit. This is a short video of takeoff number 147. Exhilarating...

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

The Long Tail

We are now officially part of the long tail! From now on you can enjoy highly-targeted, ultra-relevant links on this page, courtesy of a premier internet company headquartered in mountain view, CA. Amazing what you can do these days from the comfort of your own home...

Monday, May 01, 2006

More Belgians in San Francisco


We had the great chance to welcome Laetitia, Audrey & Laurent in San Francisco just after our trip to Japan. It was great to have them here and we tried to impress them as much as possible with some of the great things California has to offer. Unfortunately, they only got to see a rainy California. Even worse, the sun came back just after Laetitia stepped into her plane back to Belgium. Maybe she was the one to blame ;-)
At least she can say she was there for the rain record in Northern California since 1904. So many things to do in California: they went to visit Alcatraz; discovered the steep streets of San Francisco; went biking on the Golden Gate; got a bay area tour in a small plane with Cedric the pilot, we showed them that one can eat well in California with multiple restaurants and a cheese & wine party at our place; we met Julie, Laetitia's friend who is doing her PostDoc in Berkeley; we initiated them to oysters bbq (everybody likes that, even those who dislike raw oysters); went camping in Point Reyes Park; went to Muir Woods with its giant sequoias; enjoyed Napa Valley under the rain; and finished the californian adventure for Laetitia with Mishapalooza and the mechanical bull. Laetitia is a real cowgirl now. Now it’s your turn to come see us ! For some pix, check: www.maureencedric.com/photos/LaetitiaAudreyLaurentSanFrancisco
Maureen

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Lost in translation



This is the somewhat lengthy tale of our first time in Japan. We hope it will make you want to take the trip.
We took off from SFO on Friday and arrived in Narita Airport at 6PM on Saturday after an uneventful flight. We decided to take the train to Shibuya and we only were lost for about 15 minutes once we got there. It's really no big deal to walk to the Cerulean Towers from Shibuya station if you can find a map of the area and you have a compass (thanks for the advice John). The Cerulean Tower is REALLY nice with great views in most rooms. Although we had grand plans to see some of Tokyo by night the first day, We crashed in our beds as soon as we got there.
On Sunday morning, we took a stroll in Shibuya, which is a rather busy place where mostly young people hang out to shop and play games (we saw a line of ~150 people at 7AM who were waiting to play some weird game involving little steel balls in a 3D pinball-like machine). We met up with Miz, Shamayn and Tom for lunch and had our first local culinary experience: tonkatsu. Basically some super finely sliced pork that is formed into a patty with various tasty things (cheese, pepper, garlic or oignons) inside, then the whole thing is deep fried - YUMMY. Although it felt exotic and all, this was rather tame stuff considering our next few meals. After lunch, we took the train to Harajuku. Tons of people shopping, with bazaar-like shops (takeshita st.) right next to flashy ubertrendy malls. There is also a bridge where teenage girls show off their peculiar vestimentary style (along with some skin usually), the whole thing is covered by national TV and a dozens of specialty press reporters. A shrine (Meiji) and street bands in the park wrapped up our afternoon. That night we met up with Shamayn's friends to have shinko-nabe, the thing that makes sumo wrestlers huge (and there only meal). Tasty stuff!
On Monday we took advantage of our jetlag to meet up at 4AM with Miz & Tom (who had no jetlag to take advantage of, they are just troopers...), and head out to the fish market. We saw a lot of sea creatures in crates, and check out these videos (here and there) of the Tuna auction. This was followed by one of the culinary highlights of the day: a 6AM sushi breakfast. We crammed ourselves in the world's smallest sushi restaurant and committed to eat all the (really tasty) sushi the guy behind the counter presented to us. This was more sushi I could have handled at any time of the day, but we felt it was the honorable thing to do... We visited the Google office later that morning, and left for Hakone at lunchtime (needless to say we did not have lunch). The trip to Hakone was an adventure, as we quickly came to realize what luxury Tokyo's translated informational signs really are. None of this foreign stuff in the countryside! We were using all our imagination to (unsuccessfully) infer meanings from the ideograms on the Odawara station's signs, as any official looking person we would approach for help would tell us with a terrorized look he does not speak english. By some miracle we ended up not only buying the right ticket, but also finding the correct bus terminal for our ride to Hakone. Of course, this made us realize the main difference between travelling by bus or by train as an language-ignorant foreigner: busses get stuck in traffic jams, which screw up their schedules which in turns makes the universal measure of time useless in order to identify where we need to get off! From an incompletely translated time table (which gave us the ideograms for Ashinoyu) we found a word that was spelled the same, but with some stuff before it, and we concluded this must be our station Higashi-Ashinoyu. We got off at that one, then followed our precise directions ("a 2 minute walk from the bus stop"). We picked a street at random and started walking. Using a print out of the name of our Ryokan, we actually made it with the help of very helpful (and super-friendly) locals. At night, we had our first kaiseki dinner served in our room (very cool). Kaiseki basically consists of a lot (~20) of different plates, the content of which we made no attempt identifying. Our guidebook qualifies the food we ate as "adventurous" for westerners, and some of it certainly was. While we felt pretty good about trying all the exotic dishes, little did we know that the real rough stuff would come in the morning. Think you know what breakfast looks like? Think again. That one was a little harder on our stomacs, and the maid kept on serving us more and more... Anyway, I must admit this stuff is more filling than a croissant and a hot chocolate, so I guess we headed out of our first ryokan experience full of energy after soaking for a while in our own private hotspring (the volcanic (=smelly) water was piped directly into our room). In Hakone, the highlight is the view of Mt. Fuji. You can see the mountain from a gondola that brings you up to an area of volcanic activity. The whole scenery is very beautiful, although the Swiss-themed facilities are somewhat tacky. We then took a scenic cruise on lake Ashi on a pirate ship (we like to travel in style) that took us back to our bus. Next stop was Toyotashi (Toyota city) where we would visit Elisa & Elia, two friends from College who expatriated to Japan. On the way, we had our first experience of the meaning of "cash society", as we ran out of cash and were told this was the only way to pay for our ticket. If you ever go to Japan (which I hope you will after reading this fascinating post) you will notice there are A LOT of banks. Even 7 elevens have a banking division over there. But this does not mean you can get cash at just any old ATM, as we were soon to find out. After trying a dozen or so different places, I called Elisa who gave us the secret handshake: the post office is where it's at! This is something you should remember on your Japan adventures: the ubiquitous post office and the much more rare citibank is where your foreign plastic is most likely to be changed into cash. Sure enough, we found a post office and salvation and half an hour later we were on our way to the industrial Japan of Toyotashi. Elia & Elisa live in an amazing appartment with all the technological gizmos you'd expect from our stereotypical view of hi-tec Japan. After a Geijin breakfast, Elisa drove us around in the city and dropped us off at the Toyota Technical center for a tour of the factory. Very interesting stuff, you can actually enter the factory floor and see the ballet of the welding robots, various moving assembly lines and the Toyota Production System is explained to the uninitiated. For Maureen, it was the first time seeing the production site of a company that makes "real stuff" and I think she was impressed with the sheer size and complexity of a firm with a market capitalization smaller than Google's. On Wednesday, we took off for Kyoto in a Shinkansen (tricked out superfast - and supercomfortable - train). We arrived early enough to take a stroll in the old town before dinner. As a first time visitor, you have to be in awe walking through the streets of old Kyoto. The city is amazing, with shrines and temples all over the place, small restaurants and shops everywhere, people dressed up in traditional clothing, the whole enchilada. That night it was the return of the kaiseki, and I think we put up a decent fight. I am not going to say much about Kyoto except that you have to see it if you go to Japan and are into shrines and stuff. Check out the pictures we posted, and remember photography is prohibited in the most of the really cool places, so there really is much, much more. After two days in Kyoto (awesome hotel btw: ryokan Kohro, ask for the "cypress room"), we are off on the Shinkansen back to Tokyo just in time for the giant cherry blossom picnic Mizuki had organized.

Tokyo is amazing. It's really hard to describe so you will need to see by yourself. "Bustling Metropolis" really is an understatement when referring to Tokyo, there is no city in the world (that I have been to) that is in the same league. Standing in front of Shibuya station at any time of the day (or night) and watching the endless flow of people going places is absolutely mezmerizing. The fact that we were there during the peak of the cherry blossom season made it even more special. City dwellers are magically attracted into the parks to enjoy the beautiful pink trees. They will sit there on tarps for hours to reserve the best spots for afternoon picnics. Tokyo-ites play hard, and the drink of choice during these picnics are half-gallon bottles of Suuntory whiskey. Mizuki had organized a picnic for googlers so we spent the night under the trees at the Yasukuni shrine. The next day, we tried to visit some sumo stables, we didn't see much as most wrestlers were in Osaka for a tournament and it turned out these stables are not really open to the public. We had a lot of fun being gently chased away by big fellows, though... Saturday night, we went to my friend Taku's wedding which gave us a nice glimpse of a special part of japanese social culture. After that we went out with Lila and Mark to some bar in Shibuya until their hotel-imposed curfew (!). The next morning we went to Ueno park for more cherry blossom sightseeing and met up with Miz & Tom who gave us the insider tour of the electronic neighborhood (basically a Fry's of the scale of a medium-sized city). At night we went to a Korean bbq place and then had a drink at the "icebar", a bar that is actually made of ice imported from some swedish river and serves (chilled) vodka based drinks in glasses that are made of ice as well... weird stuff. Although we were wearing stylish eskimo-style capes, it got rather cold and we did not stay very long. Monday was the last day of our trip, and we were treated with an amazing view of Mt. Fuji from our bed waking up. After french breakfast at Viron and a nice walk in Shinjuku, we headed to Narita Airport where we had our last Sushi on Japanese soil. We will be back... for sure! Here are the pix