It's been two years, what happened?
Well. For starters. I graduated.
I left China
– which by the way,is kind of a "duh" reason to stop blogging here. I mean "Cooking Journal of A Vegetarian in Beijing" doesn't really work if you're anywhere else - or so I thought.
– which by the way,is kind of a "duh" reason to stop blogging here. I mean "Cooking Journal of A Vegetarian in Beijing" doesn't really work if you're anywhere else - or so I thought.
And then.
I pretty much went all over the place.
I pretty much went all over the place.
A post-graduation self discovery adventure, if you will. |
Did a PR agency stint.
Weddings are hard work. |
Then, I went off to live in Bogota, Colombia for ten months, learning Spanish, teaching Chinese
and English, figuring out life....
I traveled around the country and to its neighbors - Peru, Bolivia
up to Mexico.
I did Machu Picchu and the Inca Valley, the Amazon, the
Caribbean, Teotihuacan.
2500 meters closer to the stars...but I was mainly in it for the clouds. |
A boat tequila and dining experience in Xochimilco |
Trekking more than I would normally choose to.... |
I had the time of my life - but looking back, my eating habits really went down the toilet.
Crappy choice of food while traveling – rice, beans, patacon and a nasty salad were the baseline- made me, on more occasions that I would like to admit, accept carbs.
Traveling in male-dominant groups opened up my tolerance for all kinds of crappy food – cheese melted over fried potato sticks, cheese melted over arepas…and other things I shudder to think back about now. (*shudders)
I still cannot believe I ate these
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I drank more than I ate -- Chapinero Porter from the Bogota Beer Company, aguardiente from the streets, guaya from that one bar where there’s always someone passed out at the table, tequila, mescal and wine that came out of juice boxes.
I learned that one can drink virtually anything out of a juice box. |
There is no party like a Colombian party.
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Food-wise, I was in fruit heaven but vegetable
hell.
Their selection of fruit – my favorite being
granadillas, lulo – were incredible enough to impress a girl from the tropics.
I learned that the more mucus-like the fruit looked, the more awesome it was gonna taste. |
Vegetable-wise…well, they had good avocados, I’ll
give them that.
Weekend brunches at a popular restaurant chain
called Crepes and Waffles with a Belgian girl housing an insatiable sweet tooth
and brownie cravings finally brought me to reconciliation with my long hated
enemy – Chocolate.
Needless to say….despite the late night salsa and merengue dancing-weight gain was inevitable.
Eventually it dawned on me that as quickly as my
conversational Spanish progressed, I was a long way off from reading One
Hundred Years of Solitude in Spanish or from working a “Real Job” as they say.
I was quite fortunate to be offered a consulting
job back in Beijing without really looking.
And back I flew.
Back to KL.
Back to Beijing.
Back to where I started.
And then Life began a new chapter.