Tuesday 9 March 2010

Onwards to the Lion City

We took a bus from Melaka down to Singapore to go on the trail of something quite significant. Over 50 years ago John Dunbavand and Andrew Armstrong spent two years here, serving Queen and Country and making fantastic music. Well, 52 years later, Jon Owen and Simon Dunbavand have come to seek out one of the favourite haunts of an intrepid duo of an earlier generation!

And here it is! A Muslim Indian restaurant called "Zam Zam'. Now John always used to talk about the fiery Nasi Goreng here being the best in town. The restaurant was founded back in 1908 and is still going strong, turning out its famous dishes such as Mutarbarak.

Here's Simon with a photo taken of John back in November 1958, at a location somewhere near here! Two of these photos came on this trip, and one is already floating in Singapore harbour, to close the circle, as it were. There are still plenty of photos of the Cheshire Regiment band in action, and plenty of stories Andy can recollect. Simon always remembers mention of the name Zam Zam's.

Simon and Jon both started off the special meal with a fantastic "Milo Dinosaur"!

Soon a fabulous pair of Nasi Gorengs arrived...

Jon played it safe with a Chicken Korma with plenty of chicken meat, but maybe too much ghee?

Job done! And so the pair went off to Changi Airport, but where do you think they are going next then...?

Sunday 7 March 2010

Vrai: Malacca?

Today we've been on the trail of many Malaccan delights: St. Francis Xavier; Chinese temples; Baba Nyonya grub! But exactly how successful were we?


This Lion Dance was a riot of sound and colour, highlighting for us the whole concept of "Baba Nyonya": the blending and melding of Malay and Chinese cultures.

One local speciality is "Oyster Eggs".
Fried noodles are always very welcome, as you can see from this shot of three hungry diners, the two Simons and Jon:

Keep watching our blog in the next few hours, for there are going to be a few mystery destinations coming up very soon...

Saturday 6 March 2010

Shooting (Rapids and Targets…)

Are you ready to get wet? Well in the hot, humid and steamy climate of this rainforest, it’s a terrific idea. There are seven rapids to shoot right upstream from the village here at Kuala Tahan, and doing it in the longtails will mean a fair amount of water sloshing around all over us. And then to recover, we’ll visit a small settlement of the Batek people (only 3,000 remain), a tribe of the Orang Asli (this term simply means original people, the aboriginal tribes of peninsula Malaysia) where more shooting is going to take place, this time involving Jon and a very long blowpipe.
But before we went off to get a soaking, we bumped into a chap from St. Austell. Small world, isn’t it? And it’s shortly about to get even smaller…

The rapids shouldn’t really be compared to the grade 5 rapids we encountered up at the Last Resort in Nepal, or to the wonderful kayaking experience we’ve recently had on the Nam Ou up in Laos. Here the encounter with water involved a motor, but much, much more water. It didn’t last nearly long enough, but long enough for us to wish that we could do it all over again. Fast running water always appears to be freezing, but putting your hand into this river is quite a different experience. It’s very shallow and as the rapids woosh over the stones, it appears that the river is boiling. The temperature is more akin to a Jacuzzi, though! The wooden longtail in which we were seated had to almost come to a complete halt before the captain steered harshly from side to side to create the large sprays that completely drenched us.

Visiting the Orang Asli settlement seemed slightly staged, but in any event gave us quite a good insight into the life of this semi-nomadic people, deep in the heart of the forest. Firstly, we witnessed the making of fire. They really are skilled at this technique, and try as he might, Jon didn’t quite manage to get the wood to smoke.

Leave it to the pros and you can guarantee that the leaves will burst into flames. But then there was the blowpipe demonstration. These blowpipes are much, much longer than you might imagine, and the poison darts are skilfully made on the spot. It takes a considerable amount of puff to get your dart out of the blowpipe, let alone hit the target. Here we weren’t aiming at the monkeys, but at a target closely resembling a dartboard, but with the names of animals inscribed around the concentric circles. Whmmmmmph! On his very first attempt, Jon hit the target! An elephant. Great shot! Not as good as our new friend, Caroline, who hit a deer (that’s two rings in towards the bulls-eye, which resembled a human).

Meanwhile, back at the floating restaurant in Kuala Tahan, it was time to chill out for the evening over food and liquid refreshment (being a Muslim restaurant, there’s absolutely NO alcohol, but nevermind because they always manage to rustle up a tasty juice, tonight’s involving rosewater. It was at this point that we discovered than Jon’s new friend was actually his long-lost school friend from Berrycombe school, Simon Welch: they haven’t seen each other since they were five, and now here they are, reunited up the jungle on the other side of the world! Plus, it turns out they both recited the same poem in a festival competition at St Austell’s Methodist Church (next to the fire station and Ozzel Bowl, for those of you who are familiar).

“A little sardine saw its first submarine,
It was scared and watched through the peep-hole,
Come Come Come, said the Sardine’s mum,
It’s only a tin full of people”

He’s just spent a whole year teaching Maths and IT on Vanuatu, and is now heading home to Cornwall. Talking of which, we’ll shortly be heading home too!

But first, here’s an idea of just what might be lying in store for us in the next few weeks: something for you to look forward to! Coming up in the next few days will be the glories of Malacca. No, not the old Portuguese quarter; not the colonial Dutch architecture; not the historical museums, of course not. What will be interesting us on our visit to this sultry city? Well, the answer can be found in the name ‘Baba Nonya’, but you’ll have to keep on reading to find out exactly WHAT we’re on the trail of! And then the best part of two weeks in Sri Lanka, whale watching amongst other things. Which brings us to out traditional Middle East stopover on the way back home. Not Jordan this time, but something much more mysterious: the frankincense trail in Oman. Finally, would you like to know what Dubai is like? Well, we’re going to find out on your behalf, but just for an afternoon.

The Canopy Walkway

If you tend to suffer from vertigo or have a bit of a fear of heights, then look away right now. This blog entry is all about heights, for virtually all of the interesting action in a rainforest takes place right up in the canopy, and for us this is 45m above the forest floor. The trip started with a quick hop upstream by longtail, and then from the riverbank up, up into the canopy for a 500m stroll on some pretty rickety walkways. Take a look at this in action:


Following this experience, there was a further climb up to the hill Bukit Teresik to admire the view all the way to Gunung Tahan, the highest peak on peninsula Malaysia, 55km to the north. In the hot and steamy jungle, this climb was fairly demanding, but very rewarding when we finally made it!

There were some spectacular sights along the way too, particularly millions of organized ants going about their daily chores. Several lines of these wonderful creatures scampered along semi-exposed tree roots and then reformed even more orderly to single-file as they reached a thin twig en route. The morning concluded with a hearty lunch for the weary climbers, with some tasty fried rice enlivened with freshly chopped red chilli and a local air-dried river fish sautéed with ginger.

A Night Walk in the Jungle

Do you have any idea of the noise a rainforest makes? It seems deafening and goes on incessantly, whilst somehow this effect seems to be magnified at night. The purpose of our night time trek was not to view the larger animals of the national park, but to get up close and personal with all the insects: spiders (including tasty tarantulas…) scorpions, centipedes and stick insects. They didn’t seem to mind being illuminated by torchlight, all except the scorpions, who were very shy! Before we set off, there was time for a tasty Malay curry!




We made it to the hide overlooking the salt lick, where we waited for thirsty deer to come to the watering hole. Unfortunately, just like the tigers of Palamau in Jarkhand, they remained elusive. But that didn’t really matter, for the whole point of the night walk was simply to experience the other-worldliness of the rainforest. It’s almost impossible to put this into words, and being night, rather tricky to put into pictures too. So take it from us, being inside the rainforest at night is a pretty special experience.

The Journey to Taman Negara

Leaving Kuala Lumpur in the direction of Jerantut the scenery becomes spectacular: very hilly, with lush, green vegetation directly either side of the roadway. Upon reaching Jerantut, it’s necessary to transfer to Kuala Tembeling jetty for a three-hour boat journey, which actually seems way too short: we wanted the experience to go on and on. The boat is just a small dug-out longtail with a 40hp engine at the rear, the luggage perching precariously in the bows. In a matter of thirty minutes or so, we had reached a tranquil paradise where the multitonal trees of the Taman Negara towered on both sides of the meandering river. We sailed upstream, fighting against the current, and spotted ripples over the shallow areas where large pebbles laid menacingly. Observing a leafy outcrop from the riverbank to our right, we were fortunate to spot a stork-billed kingfisher. It was hard to spot initially, but it’s blue, shiny feathers and it’s red and yellow bill radiated reflection from beneath the forest’s shrubbery. Continuing upstream we were being watched by a terrestrial reptile, in fact, it we noticed that it was a montitor lizard as we got closer to the pebbly on which it was crawling. I don’t think that it’s meant to be the dry season here right now, but there has been no rain since January. Places along the river look like the water levels could go at least two metres higher, and then: crunch! Just like our kayaking in Laos, we’re aground, and won’t budge. There’s nothing for it but to get out and push, so Simon and Axel, our Swedish friend hop out into the river and attempt to get the boat off the rocks. Eventually we’re freed and continue upstream. This river is running worryingly low at some points, and the boatmen seem to know every turn in the river and exactly where the best channels are to be found, so we find ourselves meandering even up otherwise straight stretches of water.

As we reached the floating restaurant where a couple of guides greeted us and directed us to the hostel on site. There’s nothing quite like travelling on a river by small boat; this time around three hours just flew past and wasn’t nearly long enough. Dangling your hand languidly in the hot water of the river as the boat chugs along, taking in the myriad types and sizes of trees and creepers on the riverbank is simply magical.

Wednesday 3 March 2010

Kuala Lumpur: KL, ok?


The metro here is great: efficient, clean and cheap. The day started by hopping on, then changing to the rinky-dink monorail to get to the Golden Triangle. It’s a stiflingly hot and humid city, built relatively recently where virgin rainforest once stood. Sometimes the pavement seems irregular where vegetation seems to be making an impressive effort to reclaim the land. The clearing of forest is an explosive issue here in Malaysia. Coming in to land yesterday we descended over a carpet of lush, green tree cover which looked fantastic from a distance, but upon closer inspection bore all the hallmarks of vast palm-oil plantations. Elsewhere in the country, logging is a force to be reckoned with. The stewardship of the natural habitat seems to have been handled in a cavalier-like fashion here in the past; the green spaces in this city seem all the more poignant as a result. It’s a brash, modern metropolis, yet everywhere you look there are trees and parks.
By the time we’d made it to the Golden Triangle, it was time for lunch, so we ducked down into the Lemon Food Court for inspiration.

Nasi Goreng jazzed up with some sambal really hit the spot, but an unexpected and welcome dessert came in the form of churros with butterscotch and lemon dips. Chilled sugar can juice with some fresh pineapple chunks rounded off a really great snack… Suitably fortified, our curious pair hit the electrical goods mall, checking out the latest Viao laptops and netbooks, but not finding the Apple Tablet, even in the Mac store. Nevermind, it’s time to climb the fourth highest telecommunications tower in the world!
The Menara TV Tower has a lift that whisked us all the way to the observation deck in 58 seconds. At first visibility was poor, although the thrill factor was high as we watched fork lightening strike all over the city, but as the rain cleared it became possible to see the forest clad mountains to the west, shrouded in mist. Next to us stood the Petronas Towers, looking fantastic by day, and even more impressive from such a height!

At the base of the tower we visited a menagerie of exotic animals (the racoons were the most entertaining) and did some Formula One simulated driving (Jon beating Simon partly by virtue of the fact that Simon completed one-and-a-half circuits with his left foot on the brake…)
Meanwhile, back at the KLCC mall, it was time for some cooling down. Here the ice cream comes in such amazing flavours and weird, exotic colours. Imagine Black Sesame flavoured ice cream, which is actually very dark grey. But the taste, ahhh the taste! We went more mainstream for our bigger order: Honeydew melon (surprisingly accurate and very thirst-quenching) lemon&lime (sharp!) and a very mellow mango. Yum! |Ok, ok, it’s a mall; it’s the best mall in KL, so I suppose we should actually do some shopping. We did.
Ending up once more at the top, there was nothing for it other than to have supper. Jon gave the Penang-style stall a chance, with a massive bowl of fragrant, saffron coloured Curry Mee soup, whilst Simon went for the black-bean chicken from Little Wok, again aided and abetted by the fiery sambal. This level of fortification will help our pair of intrepid explorers, for tomorrow they are to spend the entire day travelling deep into the heart of a rainforest 130 million years old. If you don’t hear from us by Sunday, send a search party…

Onwards to Malaysia


Up and out! We released ourselves from the giant scissor doors of our hotel by reaching through the gaps to unlock the hefty padlock imprisoning us. We encountered the airport bus at about 7:00am, which also played as a public bus as people seemed to jump on and off as they pleased, often creating a slightly crowded carriage. Arriving in plenty of time, we checked in for our flight to Kuala Lumpur and browsed the duty free shops, mainly using the bookstore as a library and refreshing our itineraries for future stops. They had illustrated guidebooks for everywhere that we’d ever want to go! The latest Lonely Planet ‘South America on a Shoestring’ is now out: March 2010. I wonder when we’ll get to use it?
After a slight delay in boarding, the Malaysian Airlines 737-400 plane set off and before we knew it, our in-flight meals were served in front of us. A typical Malaysian curry, with fruit cake and even Ferrero Rochers. Delicious! We had one of the emergency exit rows over the wing; more room but a very loud whooshing sound!
As we landed we were ready to embark upon an hour-long bus journey into the centre of Kuala Lumpur and, to our surprise, it couldn’t have been simpler. The honest bus drivers directed us straight to the cheap airport bus, without suggesting a more expensive taxi first. Unusual for this neck of the woods, or should I say ‘rainforest’ since we are planning to visit the world’s oldest rainforest in the Taman Negara National Park on Thursday. In fact, we managed to organise that as soon as we located our hostel in the China Town area. This hostel is way overpriced compared to what we have managed to sniff out throughout our journey so far. Our windowless room is like a furnace, the toilets are shared between several other backpackers resulting in a bathroom that smells like Indian Railways, and the bedroom light takes a while to get going. However, a great travelling philosophy is that “ Out of all the places you stay during your trip, it is always the absolute dives that remain most vivid in your memory”. This is actually quite true, and certainly applied to us last year when we found a cockroach in Jon’s bed in Bangladesh. No sign of cockroaches in here so far, nor spiders, nor monsters under the beds. “Touch wood”, I say, as I tap the wooden back piece of the nearest chair). Talking of “Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite”, our reliable Lonely Planet guidebook mentions that the hostels in the entire China Town region were riddled with the critters this time last year. Perhaps we’ll have to get our sleeping bags out and use them as a barrier between our beds and our skin.
After the afternoon of sorting things out had passed, we wandered in the direction of the almighty Petronas Twin Towers. We strolled past a quaint mosque, the Masjid Jamek, which looked like it came straight out of Aladdin’s Arabia. Eventually the towers hove into view: wow! So this is what the erstwhile tallest buildings in the world look like!

It’s hard to find adequate words to describe something so magnificent. Perhaps these towers are the most impressive man-made structures in the world. Certainly at night, with the lights from the windows, the floodlights and the flashing lights, it’s an awe-inspiring sight. It made Jon jump for joy, and (for once) Simon was speechless…

The Surya KLCC shopping mall is located at the base of the towers, and at the top of this mall is a typical Malaysian food court, selling all manner of tasty delights. The fresh pineapple and sorbet frizzle is very refreshing; the sweet and sour chicken, together with chicken in a black pepper sauce with rice both came from a great stall called ‘Little Wok’. The concept is simple, take a look, and note the addition of a feisty little sambal in the pepper dish, which they say is their secret house recipe. It’s beautiful but explosive!


Orange muffins completed the meal, making Simon opine that a long journey in Asia (such as the ones we made last year and this year) is really all about the food: that’s what makes the continent tick, and the BEST place for food is right here in Malaysia. It’s a melting pot (well, cooking pot) of cultures, and the fusion this creates really tantalises the taste buds.

Monday 1 March 2010

Phuket Fulfilment

Well it’s our final day in Old Phuket; things are all coming together. Ron, our friend from the Netherlands is on Koh Phi Phi for the day and will be off to Australia tomorrow (oh, did we mention that he’s cycled here all the way from his home near Amsterdam?!); we’re almost ready to fly down to Malaysia and plan our visit to the world’s oldest virgin rainforest; Terri has been waiting for her son Michael to fly in from Saigon, and now he’s made it; Ollie from Pembrokeshire (a Sports Scientist from the University of Glamorgan working for the time being in Vietnam) has found us at the oasis of calm that is the Old Town Hostel and has joined our little group.

The day has no programme, and sometimes these can be the most enjoyable type of day, which just seems to evolve organically of its own accord. If you’re wondering what we’ve been doing all week, then the answer must partly be found in the fact that twelve days in Burma can take its toll, and recovery time is a healthy and necessary respite. This morning we sat around and chatted whilst Terri went on a mission of mercy: the chocolate run. She returned from the mall armed with Belgium chocolate buttons: dark for Simon, milk for Ollie and Mikey and white for Jon. Terri is a real, intrepid traveller, and is introducing her son to the glories of exploring the world. None of this ‘resort’ malarkey, just moving around meeting real people, eating real food and experiencing the ‘real world’. Talking of keeping it real, we went for lunch:

Just a short stroll from the hostel and off on a narrow street, there it was! It was a small Chinese fast food restaurant displaying a hearty welcome with its soothing air-con and smiling faces behind tossing woks. The remnant smell of tempura drifted through the air and we just knew that this was the place to go for lunch. Good call Terri! This place had become famous for dishing up the best “Hong Kong style won-tons” in town.

Together, we all sampled some sweet and sour pork with notorious egg noodles, deep-fried wontons and wonton noodle soup. The sweet and sour pork was infused with a pungent frutas-do-mar flavour that had leached out from tiny, but feisty, prawns.

Simon couldn’t stop with spoonfuls of fiery chilli chutney that must have come straight from Dantes Inferno, though I think he’s building up a type of stamina as the sweat quotient is decreasing and the time lag between dinner and a toilet stop is increasing. After lunch it was a perfect opportunity to get together for a group shot! Here we are!

At this stage of the game, we are about to go to the book exchange and swap our old travel guide for one that may be useful to us in our next stop. Let’s see if we get lucky!

Stop press: we got lucky. We are now the proud owners of two vintage guide books from the 1980s. Namely a Lonely Planet survival guide to Sri Lanka, and also a Fodor’s guide to Central America. Do you think we will make it to Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras and Nicaragua in August September? Who knows what may happen after Greenland!
Dinner was also great; perhaps the most enjoyable evening we’ve had on this trip, purely for the cammeraderie and bon hommie. All of the newly made friends from the Old Town Hostel went out on the town for a really great evening of food and good company. Here’s the evidence:

Sunday 28 February 2010

What to do on a Sunday night in Phuket?





This was the question that we and our new friend, Ron, who is from the Netherlands, asked ourselves as we sat in the front of our hostel with some drinks. After a couple of cans each, we decided to head out around the corner into town. We ended up in an "Irish bar", though the only thing Irish about it was the harp emblems on the door. The rest was quite typically Thai, what with the bright red walls and a Thai family enjoying their supper around a large table.
As we sat down for drinks, one of the Thai ladies running the bar asked if we wanted to play a game and, to be honest, it was a great idea! She brought over a Jenga set! Not only were we thoroughly entertained but so were the bar staff and the on-watchers who were guzzling their noodle soup. The more wooden pieces we cunningly took out of the tower, the more concentration was required in order to keep the stack from tipping. It was possibly the best game of jenga that I have ever played. Such stiff competition! The bottom third of the stack was so wobbly as it was only being held together by "threads". Alas the game had to come to an end. As Ron used a straw to poke out a centre piece from the wooden mountain, he pushed all of the top blocks a little too far and, low and behold, it collapsed! Lots of heads turned to observe the loser in action! :-D

On the way back to the hostel, we saw a large vehicle that was loaded way beyond capacity with pineapples!

Saeng Tham Shrine

Phuket Town is a major centre for the Hokkein Chinese diaspora: sometimes it feels more Chinese than Thai, and we’re not complaining. The position of this island between China, Malaya and India meant that in the past it became a melting pot for international cultures.

Chinese New Year tends to stretch on a bit, and last night we stumbled into the closing ceremony of all the celebrations at the interesting Saeng Tham Shrine. Among the deities served, there’s Phra Ong Sun Tai Sai, and hordes of people queued up to make their offerings and give thanks for an ensuing peaceful year.

We, on the other hand, hot-footed it in search of dinner, where Simon managed to track down the HOTTEST chicken sautéed with red curry paste and basil leaves. Yum; Ouch!

Saturday 27 February 2010

Tamarind Ice Cream!

There’s far more to Phuket than beach. Most westerners would come here without ever setting foot in Phuket Old Town, but we’re based right here, at the Old Town Hostel. This entire street of evocative Sino-Portuguese shop-houses is being restored to create a living quarter of town reminiscent of the glory days of trading ships on the spice route and the coming and goings of salty old sea dogs. Our little place used to be an opium den, but it’s serving us well as our den (without the iniquity) for this week.

Further down the street is a fantastically fully restored shop-house called the China Inn, and this is where our Californian/Hawaiian friend Terri took us for ice creams following another spring roll fest.

It’s full of amazing Chinese antiques, and once ‘out back’ there is an oasis of calm to be found in the tropical paradise of a garden.

Do you remember that we found a tamarind tree as we descended from the mountains to Indein in Burma, and we gorged on fresh tamarinds that could be pulled or shaken from the branches? Well that taste was magical, and both sweet and sour. So today Simon ordered a tamarind ice cream; would it match up to the fresh, real McCoy? Yes! It even surpassed the fresh version by clothing the sharp taste with the creaminess of the vanilla base. Heaven on a spoon.

Jon decided that you can’t have enough coconut when in these tropical climates, so he enjoyed a fantastic formulation halfway between an ice cream and a sorbet, complete with real coconut shavings throughout. Delicious!
Terri gave us two Saul Bellow books, so we’ll be up until the wee hours with some full-on reading! We walked back to the Hotel and departed from our colonial buddy, until 7:30pm when the three of us intend to go back into town for some drinks, and more food of course!

Friday 26 February 2010

Kamala Beach

Did you know that Kamala “is one of the most beautiful, and still largely untouched, beaches on Phuket”? So we are told in the Phuket Explorer magazine. Well, it’s a nice beach…

The outward ride to the beach was a nice experience in its own right. We hopped onto the back of a local bus, which looked just like a gigantic tuk-tuk and headed out of town. Typically Thai, the bus driver tended to drive about the town on the prowl for more customers before actually putting his foot down and getting us to where we wanted to be in the correct amount of time. Once we got going, the cooling breeze was a relief from the tropical midday heat and we managed to see a small dose of Phuket’s marvellous countryside. Jagged hills lined with dense rainforest was such a contrast to the light, golden sands of Kamala beach, as we found out for ourselves as the bus stopped to let us off.
The cool sea breeze was deceptive: the refreshing airs disguised the fact that the sun here is fierce! It is certainly a good job that we brought along sun lotion, otherwise there would have been nothing left of us but cinders. Having used the sun lotion, we are appearing as two large rare steaks! Not funny!
Our lunch was really fantastic. Simon ordered Chicken Satay, and what arrived was almost as good as the Chicken Satay we always rustle up in Mevagissey. This time the chicken lollipop skewers were bright yellow-orange from the turmeric colouring. Did you know that turmeric is a root of the ginger and galangal family, looking almost identical to ginger? Well neither did we until we saw it in Burma. The peanut sauce that came with today’s dish was smooth, with plenty of yoghurt, just like a lassi. Very tasty in the hot sun! Later in the afternoon, Jon hailed an icecream vendor so that we could indulge ourselves with refreshing ‘feast’ lollies, one vanilla and one chocolate.
After lunch, we chilled out a little more and swam in the sea. Is it the warmest sea I have ever been in? Or is the Seychelles still winning on that one? Perhaps we’ll have to go back to the Seychelles one day, just to check. And how about that blue and turquoise water? Does Mauritius win, or the Maldives? We also looked out to sea. “What’s out there?”
Well, we were probably looking towards Sri Lanka, where we’ll strangely be in a couple of weeks’ time! Will we look back to Phuket?

As the time came to get back to headquarters, we waited for the bus, which the driver of the one we took to the beach told us to catch at 4pm. No show! So the outward journey cost just 40Baht each, whereas we each had to fork out 300Baht on the return.
It was an awesome day though, and what was really amazing was the fact that the 2004 Tsunami had hit Phuket really hard causing so much destruction. The majority of buildings and landscapes had to be rebuilt and it has come a long way to become, once again, a beautiful location.

Thursday 25 February 2010

Jon & Simon's Thai Cooking Class

Go to the market, seeking out only the freshest and juiciest produce. You might very well end up with the following:

7 chicken feet
Cabbage and Morning Glory
Fine rice noodles
1 medium, ripe pineapple
3 limes
Bunch of fresh coriander
2 large stalks of lemongrass
Ginger or galangal
4 cloves garlic
3 large shallots
6 assorted red and green chillies (you should deseed and be careful!)
Thai red curry paste (go easy with this!)
Coconut cream
Peanuts (crushed, to garnish)

Right, let’s make Chicken Feet Red Curry Noodle Soup with Pineapple! First you need to make the base of the soup: a great stock and a flavoursome curry. The chicken stock is made very simply by frying off 7 chicken feet in some vegetable oil until slightly brown (with burnt edges here and there if you are cooking on a hob that has no midpoint between high flame and zero, i.e. like us tonight!). Add water and bring to the boil for a couple of minutes, then let this pan of chicken feet simmer until the water turns to a dark brown. If you feel the need, add a few drops of fish sauce to create that extra tang!

Meanwhile, squirt some vegetable oil into a wok and chuck in chopped shallots, garlic, ginger, lemongrass and chillies and allow to brown.

Follow up with the addition of red curry paste (but not too much: consequences can be severe! Take it from us!) and then pour in coconut cream. The result is a warming yellow curry sauce, which begs to be eaten! But not yet, because the work is not yet done. Chop limes into halves and squeeze in the juice to taste. Once this concoction is complete and still brewing, the chicken stock can be tipped in to the mix, and then this can be transferred to a larger cooking pot.
For the final delight of our gorgeous grub, the wok can be reused to fry up some cabbage, “morning glory” (a vegetable that the Thais love) and some fine, fresh rice noodles. For the real deal, pineapple chunks should be added here! Once this has been fried to satisfaction, chuck this into the bubbling cauldron previously created, wait a minute, garnish with coriander and crushed peanuts, then serve! This is REAL Phuket food: we know, as we made it in Phuket: There’s no taste on earth like it!

If I were you, finally pop down to the Seven-Eleven for some milkshakes to quench the thirst…

Phuket Phood!

Well, you guessed correctly, we’ve made it to Thailand’s most popular island! But why? Well, we’re not here for the glitz, that’s for sure. Here in Phuket town, the streets are evocative of Sino-Portuguese trade in past centuries; the cuisine is top notch, and there are some hidden gems around the coast which we’ll be reporting on as the weekend approaches.

Arriving back into Bangkok Suvarnabhumi airport from Yangon, we had no idea exactly where we would end up. We moved slowly around the airline ticket desks asking about stand-by tickets and good deals leaving immediately. All flights to Kuala Lumpur were full: that will have to wait until next week. But the excellent Bangkok Airways could send us to Phuket that afternoon, and give us full use of their snazzy executive lounge. And here we are, at the Old Town Hostel, in the old quarter of Phuket town.

We managed to do what we do best: sniff out the local places for REAL food, and make them OUR locals, too. So, down to business:
1. Thai Spring Rolls. A few blocks away is a café doing a brisk trade in these large, tasty snacks.

They are fresh, not deep-fried like the Chinese variety. Crispy and crunchy, the spicy hoi sin sauce makes the flavours explode in the mouth. This guy must be turning one out every ten seconds or so; he looks like he’s being doing it for years, and it tastes like he’s an expert!

2. Hokkian Noodle Soup. The sign outside this little café says it’s the best noodle soup in Phuket. Who are we to disagree?

3. The Day Market. This is packed with ALL the ingredients for some tasty authentic Thai dishes.

We’ve already been shopping and bought lots of tasty food to create our interpretation of Southern Thai cuisine. Some people would pay upwards of $20 for a Thai cookery class. Well, we can go one stage better. For just 120 Baht, we’re going to take you through the stages of cooking an amazing dish: Chicken feet red curry noodle soup with pineapple.

Does that sound mouth-watering? You must cook this with us; just go down to Asda and get all the ingredients (maybe replacing chicken feet with chicken wings…) and we’ll do it all together! Look for the recipe in the next blog entry…