{"id":4151,"date":"2012-06-25T00:51:46","date_gmt":"2012-06-24T17:51:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/durianapocalypse.net\/travel\/?p=4151"},"modified":"2012-06-25T01:22:52","modified_gmt":"2012-06-24T18:22:52","slug":"can-you-spell-budget-crisis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/durianapocalypse.net\/travel\/2012\/06\/25\/can-you-spell-budget-crisis\/","title":{"rendered":"Can You Spell “BUDGET CRISIS”?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Train from Bangkok to Hat Yai was scary<\/em> easy. Instead of equal-width booths with an aisle running the centre of the coach; one side\u2019s are wider than the other\u2019s, and the aisle is off-centred.<\/p>\n

So, it was possible to really stretch out and get kinda sorta comfortable; even if the benches were still pretty hard. A two-hour layover in Hat Yai, followed by a four-hour minivan trip into Penang, and here we are. All for the princely sum of $10 (if, that is, one subtracts from the total the 250 Baht I\u2019d have paid to stay in Bangkok for the overnight).<\/p>\n

Getting across the frontier was the easiest since\u2026I think the easiest of all<\/em>, actually. Entering Malaysia, it\u2019s not even required to fill out a Entrance\/Departure card. Lady just scrutinised my passport for a few seconds, and stamped me in for ninety days. Simple as that!<\/p>\n

During the trip in, a super-nice local dude returning from a vacation in Krabi gave me the low-down on George Town.<\/p>\n

Ended up not eating at all on Saturday, as all the shops were closed up for some Saturday-afternoon Muslim stuff. Of course, it was still easy enough to find cooked<\/em> food everywhere one would turn. Here\u2019s my first Penang photo-op.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019d known the street-food scene here was supposed to be pretty happening; but hadn\u2019t, until arriving, realised just how pretigious is considered Penang’s culinary situation. It all smells<\/em> pretty terrific, that\u2019s for sure.<\/p>\n

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It may\u2019ve been some kind of Muslim cooling-off period (or what), but that didn\u2019t prevent a little streetside gambling going down. Ever seen a twelve-by-twelve<\/em> checkerboard before now?<\/p>\n

\"checkers\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The motorcycles here are so outrageously annoying. There are fewer of<\/em> them than in Northern Thailand; but they\u2019re somehow much louder (I\u2019d not have believed it possible). It\u2019s just insane.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a pretty interesting town, though. But\u2026well, see, it\u2019s got UNESCO World Heritage status, just like Luang Prabang. Never<\/em> would have expected myself to be invoking Lloyd Bentsen, but: I\u2019ve been to Luang Prabang, and George Town is no Luang Prabang. But I\u2019ve only been here for one day, so some more explorations will be necessary before I make my final judgment.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been in Southeast Asia for going on six months now; and would you believe that (while I\u2019ve seen plenty of rivers<\/em>) I had not, \u2018til to-day, had a look at the sea?<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s a quite pretty town, mountains to the one side, ocean to the other. But lookit all the pollution! You know, people are always badmouthing Bangkok to me for its<\/em> pollution. But I\u2019ve found it to be one of the least<\/em> polluted cities\/towns (considering both noise- and air-pollutants, by the way) in all of Asia. So smoke that<\/em> in the ol\u2019 pipe!<\/p>\n

Kind of a schismatic fruit scene here. The watermelons (well, at least the one I\u2019ve so far et; but I suspect it\u2019s a pattern that will carry) are easily<\/em> the best I\u2019ve tasted in Asia \u2013 even rivaling the quality of those to be found in the States at the height of the summer. Price is nice, too. The Penang Durian, meanwhile, are of course legendary.<\/p>\n

But after that, it\u2019s pretty slim pickings. A surprising quantity of fruit is imported \u2013 Apples and citrus and like that. The Mangosteens and Longkongs look decent, but are about four times the price as in Thailand (possibly, they\u2019re imported from<\/em> Thailand?). Mangoes are about double the price; but at least seem to be in season. The Lychees look like\u2026well, I don\u2019t know what they do<\/em> look like; but what they don\u2019t<\/em> look like is something I\u2019d want to eat! Yu-ikes.<\/p>\n

But, anyway, I could travel a lot of miles eating only Watermelon and Durian. So I\u2019m not complaining too<\/em> much.<\/p>\n

The locals are quite friendly; they\u2019re keenly interested in my bare feet. In Thailand, Laos, and Cambodia, the locals can only make time to either ridicule or scorn the sight of them, or offer to sell to me some shoes. But here, they genuinely very curious to hear my little rants against the shod life.<\/p>\n

This fine gentleman\u2026<\/p>\n

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\u2026after hearing me out, decided, \u201cWe\u2019re not born into this world with shoes and slippers. You\u2019re right: barefoot is<\/em> better!\u201d He then promised to see me again soon, and returned to his duties.<\/p>\n

Oh, one thing that rules like none other: no mosquitoes here! Anyway I\u2019ve not seen a one since arriving. Actually, I was kind-of\/sort-of beginning to get used to the little fuckers. I\u2019ve got this experiment I\u2019ve been running (started it last summer, back in Montana): if I see one biting me, rather than kill it (which won\u2019t prevent the itching anyway), I just let it finish. Maybe it\u2019s only some sort of placebo, but the itching seems to be much<\/em> less pronounced, and of much<\/em> shorter duration than either killing one mid-bite, or inadvertently scaring one off\u00a0 mid-bite by a sudden motion.<\/p>\n

You might give it a try; tell me if I\u2019m crazy. May not believe how long it takes for them to finish<\/em>, already!<\/p>\n

So, there\u2019s a little Walking Street here, last Sunday of every month. It coinciding with my first day here and all, I felt I should give it a try. Very<\/em> small in comparison with Thailand\u2019s and Luang Prabang\u2019s Walking Streets. The handicrafts did look to be truly hand-crafted, however. Check out these killer dioramas (I guess one would call them?), for example.<\/p>\n

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There were some pretty good bands, too. Well, one was quite<\/em> good indeed, be it known. And a little carpentry lesson, the beginning of which I didn\u2019t catch.<\/p>\n

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Dude has a quite charming accent; he got off a wonderful quip after this bit of work, declaring: \u201cYou must never<\/em> plane against the grain.\u201d If you do so, all kinds of Hell will break loose. He introduced to us his chisel.<\/p>\n

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He \u201cbought this chisel way back in England, all the way in nineteen\u2026fifty-six! So it is already fifty-six years old.\u201d<\/p>\n

He passed around the finished product; but I couldn\u2019t figure out what it was. Looked like some kind of small knife. I asked two old ladies seated next to me, and they related that it\u2019s a hand-made letter-opener. Then proceeded to relate, in intricate detail, how to use<\/em> a hand-made letter-opener. And now, I suppose, I\u2019m an expert.<\/p>\n

Later visited his stall; it\u2019s filled up with cute little curios.<\/p>\n

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And then…well, lookee here!<\/p>\n

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I asked him how is it used, and why is it necessary, and so on and so forth. He gave me a nice long run-down. Turns out Penangites are quite dismissive of Thai Durian-harvest methods; and insist that a partially-open Durian will never be fully perfect; hence the need for the opener.<\/p>\n

Apparently in Penang, Durian are harvested when they fall from the tree, and are ripe at that time, even though not yet beginning to open. In Thailand, they tell me, they\u2019re harvested before falling, and then allowed to ripen off the tree. That\u2019s why they split open by theyselves, and that\u2019s why they suck. I tried explaining that Thai Durians are fucking delish; the partially-open ones even the more so; but they won\u2019t hear of it.<\/p>\n

Well, I went ahead and bought one. Two bones and some change, and I\u2019ve got me a hand-crafted Durian-opener.<\/p>\n

A coupla interesting signs in town. Anybody knows the meaning of this one, feel free to share.<\/p>\n

\"jamesdean\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Oh, fuck! I just now<\/em> noticed that it says \u201cJEANS\u201d on the bottom there. Okay, never mind\u2026<\/p>\n

As for this<\/em> cat, I expect he\u2019s soon to become a character in a song by the artist collegially known as \u201cPrince\u201d.<\/p>\n

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If you haven’t stopped laughing yet, don’t worry: neither have I. You couldn\u2019t dream him up if you tried! Actually, rather than Prince, it\u2019s too bad Beefheart<\/em>\u2019s not still around to write a song about him!!<\/p>\n

Okays, that\u2019s probably enough small-talk. Time to get down to brass tacks.<\/p>\n

\"duriandurian\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Yep, I made my way down to Times Square to get in on the fun. Pretty low-key event, with only a few vendors going. Didn\u2019t see any<\/em> of these activities taking place, despite its being Sunday and all.<\/p>\n

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Dammit all, I wanna see Durian Man! There\u2019re some info charts \u2013 surprisingly, not in English.<\/p>\n

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And, is this true? Squirrels? I\u2019ve heard of tigers and monkeys being Durian fiends, not squirrels. But, it sure looks<\/em> happy!<\/p>\n

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As for the Durian itself, it\u2019s an entirely different world to Thailand\u2019s four or five basic varieties. Here are a few of Penang\u2019s\u2026<\/p>\n

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And these are just named<\/em> varieties. There are also the so-called \u201clocal\u201d varieties, for which no name is known. I gather these are un-domesticated trees growing on the same lot as the growers\u2019 highly-prized name-brand trees.<\/p>\n

I bought one from one friendly vendor; it was quite good, though I wasn\u2019t too thrilled with the flesh-to-seed ratio.<\/p>\n

Another, super-friendly vendor was just setting up. Here\u2019s one of his workers unloading the fruits.<\/p>\n

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I promised the vendor I\u2019d return when he\u2019d got set up. Which I did do. This guy is some kind of a superhero. He\u2019s got so much energy, so much love for the Durian. He gave me a few pointers (indeed, he says it\u2019s okay<\/em> if the fruit has begun to open by itself!), and took a very strong interest in my bare feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Why are your shoes in the bag? Shoes belong on the feet, not in the bag!\u201d After taking some time to explain, and answer all of his questions, he was sure I must have been bullshitting him!<\/p>\n

He sells his named fruits by the Kilo, and his \u201clocals\u201d by the piece. I selected one of the latter to sit down and eat. There are some ka-razy<\/em> flavours coming out of these Penang Durian, oh my god oh my god! Like, almond<\/em> and caramel<\/em> and pine cone<\/em> and\u2026what else<\/em>?<\/p>\n

I began to learn that the Thai and the Malay Durian experiences cannot be compared. The former has been perfected down to the last iota. The latter, on the other hand, raises any number of existential questions: What is<\/em> Durian? Who made<\/em> Durian? Is Durian the saviour<\/em>? The anti-christ<\/em>? I mean\u2026damn, what do<\/em> I mean? Who needs the goddam Bible<\/em> when there are Penang Durian to wonder over?<\/p>\n

I wouldn\u2019t want there to be a World in which only<\/em> Thai, or only<\/em> Malay Durian existed. I love them both!<\/p>\n

So, anyway, after I finished the one, I decided to go pick out another. The main man was asking me some questions, and then flew off onto a long rant about Nigerians being the eventual ruination of Malaysia. To do with meth gangs, and raping Malay women and claiming to be the Ambassador\u2019s son, and so on. It\u2019s in all the papers, he said.<\/p>\n

But his young helper (possibly his son) kept busting out laughing; so I couldn\u2019t help wonder was it I<\/em> who was being bullshitted now?<\/p>\n

Finally, he gave me a few more selection pointers, picked one out, opened it in half, inspected it for a few seconds, and declared, \u201cYou\u2019d better go finish it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I bent down to smell it, and he barked out, \u201cGo finish it, or I\u2019ll finish you<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n

Whoa! I took it from him, and raced back over to the table. His young helper asked if I thought I could finish it? Was this some sort of a set-up? It was only two Kilos at most<\/em>. I dug in, and couldn\u2019t believe what I was tasting. Uh, yeah, this is going to be a good week.<\/p>\n

Got to talking with a girl at an adjacent table; she was disappointed in my not taking some Mangosteen to eat with the Durian. Never got a chance to explain myself, as the vendor came over and admonished, \u201cNo talking! Finish it, or I\u2019ll finish you<\/em>!\u201d He pointed his knife at me, to let me know he meant business. After heading back over to his stall, he screamed at me, \u201cIf you\u2019re talking, you\u2019ll never finish it!\u201d<\/p>\n

It did<\/em> take me longer than I\u2019d expected it would; but this was more \u2018cause I was wanting to savour the experience. The vendor stopped by two or three times, to see whether I thought I could finish it? and how I was doing? and how was I enjoying his Durian fruit? When I finally did finish, he began clapping, and called out, \u201cBravo!\u201d<\/p>\n

After I\u2019d paid for the Durian, and was on my way, the vendor allowed, \u201cEverything I\u2019ve said to you\u2026I was just kidding.\u201d I suppose this was in reference to the Nigerians; not sure.<\/p>\n

Monday through Thursday is the buffet: about eight bucks for un-named Durian, and twice that for the primo varieties. I\u2019ll try the latter at least once during this time. No choice, is there?<\/p>\n

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