Leaving Our Mark on the Little Red Dot

It has been said that you should leave something better than you found it. We couldn’t agree more as it relates to our temporary homeland of Singapore.

The American Association of Singapore arranged a campaign to plant 50 trees (named in honor of the 50 states and to tie in with Singapore’s 50^th birthday) plus one tree (for Singapore.) We jumped at the chance to leave a little piece of legacy and sponsor three trees on behalf of our families. One for Nevada for Amy’s family, one in Oklahoma for Raegen’s family and one for Arizona where Amy and Raegen met and consider home (for now).

On a grossly hazy Saturday morning, our friend Ms. J. Patton* (whose blog can be found here) and I headed out to the Woodlands Park Connector where we put the final touches on our trees which are planted along a running path providing years of shade and some much needed clean air to Singapore.

Thanks to the American Association for allowing us to leave the little red dot better than we found it.

Happy Trails,

Amy & Raegen 


*Sneaky....not really her most recent name 

Booze Free in Brunei

When we learned that our time in Singapore was limited, we came up with a list of the places we hadn’t visited yet on this side of the world that we wouldn’t likely travel all the way back for. Sydney, Melbourne – we would venture back for that. Myanmar (Burma), Brunei, Bali, the beaches of the Philippines were a few on a very long list of places that we were much more likely to visit with Singapore as a home base.

After doing some research, the most logical choice for one of our last few weekends left in Singapore was Brunei. It’s a short flight on a Friday night after work and we were able to be back in Singapore by noon on Sunday.

Brunei is a small country with a population of 413,000 which shares the island of Borneo, with Malaysia and Indonesia. According to the BBC, Brunei, which gained independence in 1984, has one of the world's highest standards of living thanks to its bountiful oil and gas reserves. Although you can certainly see the discrepancy between the working class and the upper echelon.

The water village in the shadows of one of the palaces

The Sultan of Brunei, Hassanal Bolkiah, is one of the world's longest-reigning and few remaining absolute monarchs. He was crowned in August 1968, is one of the world's richest individuals. (And oddly enough has a giant property around the corner from Brother B in Las Vegas. Small world!)

Not a bad "starter" house for a 34 year old prince!

In 2014,  Brunei became the first East Asian country to adopt Islamic sharia law despite widespread international condemnation. In all fairness, I had girlfriends travel to the country alone and the Bruneians are quite welcoming to tourists. These were some of the friendliest people we’ve met in our travels. American and UK passport holders do not need a visa to enter the country.  Just behave yourselves and do not expect to find any beer, ANYWHERE!

The water village

Because the country is under sharia law, smoking is illegal and alcohol is not available/served anywhere. A perfect spot for a post-wedding detox!

Jame Asr Hassanil Bolkiah Mosque

We had a great tour guide Razie and driver Helmi from Borneo Trekker. They were students studying hospitality and tourism at a local trade school. They showed us some of the magnificent mosques, one of the Sultan’s Palaces (from the outside of course), as well as a cruise down the river through the mangroves to see the wildlife such as the proboscis and leaf monkeys and crocodiles. We didn’t have time to venture out to the rainforest which is 3/5th of the country and is supposed to be a great place to explore and stay overnight.  We spent some time in a water village with Razie’s aunt and cousin (everyone called him superman) who was a professional body builder, boat fleet owner/driver, gym owner and all around entrepreneur.

Superman's boat business (he's the guy driving) in the mangroves

One of our favorite parts of every holiday is the food. We went to the big night market where we had kebabs (anyone who knows Raegen is not surprised by this), fried bananas, Sambal Nasi Katok, fresh coconut juice and honey BBQ chicken. Earlier in the day we tried Ambuyat, which is the national dish of Brunei. It’s a starchy dish with a sticky but bland taste. We gave it a try as we were told it was good for our insides. (All in the name of detoxing right?)

We asked Helmi where they were going out to for the evening with their friends. That’s right you guessed it, Starbucks. (Starbucks - bridges all cultures.) 

Jame Asr Hassanil Bolkiah Mosque at night

We were glad to check a new place off our list although the passport stamp isn't quite as cool as it used to be.

Happy trails,

Amy & Raegen 

Sumo in September

Only in Japan would a nation obsess about the ballerina like grace of round, pale, flabby men dressed in diaper thongs. I had the opportunity to attend a wonderful afternoon of sumo with some of my local customers who had never attended a tournament, but were avid followers of the sport and taught me to appreciate the art of sumo.

A roof resembling a Shinto shrine suspended over the dohyō (ring)

The original sumo wrestlers were likely samurais or ronins looking for additional income opportunities. The current format dates back to the mid 1600s.  This sport is heavily weighted (no pun intended) in tradition and ceremony.  While a typical match will only last about 8-15 seconds, the pageantry to get there can take over five minutes.  The spectacle reminded this observer of a chauvinistic male animal mating ritual to woo the opposite sex crossed with the New Zealand All Blacks Haka dance.  This ritual has all of the key dramatic features including intimidation, throwing of salt, multiple squats, occasional towel break and an interesting costumed referee all culminating in a short burst of belly rubbing and hugging.

I was very fortunate to have Japanese guests with me to explain the sport, backgrounds of the fighters and all of the things that make this sport so unique and exciting.  There is way too much to explain and one can only truly understand if you witness this, but I will do my best.  There are six tournaments a year (three in Tokyo, one in Osaka, Nagoya and Fukuoka) and each tournament is 15 days.  Top division wrestlers will have one match a day and each day they will be ranked and matched based on their previous day’s performance.  There are no weight classes, handicaps or restrictions - it is mano y mano and the winner either pushes the opponent outside of the ring or he falls over.  The initial impact from a sumo wrestler is said to be the equivalent to being hit by a car going 35 miles per hour. 

While weight is not the primary characteristic of a winner, many of the wrestlers are over 400 pounds.  The training stables help beef up the boys through a diet of Chankonabe which is chicken, fish, beef, tofu, vegetables or anything deemed remotely useful in clogging the arteries which are thrown in a broth and stewed in all their caloric splendor.  The wrestlers are also encouraged to drink beer and take naps immediately after eating.  I was lucky enough to try Chankonabe, but I would prefer a steak.

I hope that you can try to make it to one of these amazing cultural events to witness the strength and beauty of 400+ pound ballerinas performing their rituals and wrestling.

Until then,

rhs and Amy