Big Island April 2022

The husband and I have been talking about visiting Hawaii for quite a few years now. I had been to Maui and Honolulu with my mum 16 years ago when her friend’s son got married. And the husband had been when he was a kid with his family. But we had never gone together. So we finally decided it was time! It was a first trip for all of us to Big Island. And we wanted to make sure we did as much as we could!

Night snorkel – Manta Magic with Hawaii Oceanic

The boat ride is only a few minutes, luckily, as it’s quite scary being out in the ocean at night. We were very lucky to have good weather. The waves were not too choppy, although they seemed to get more choppy as we left the area. According to the crew, the hotel near the harbor has been shining lights into the ocean for years now. This has resulted in manta rays coming to the area to feed on the plankton that’s attracted to the lights. The night snorkel excursion has us snorkelers hanging onto a large surfboard that has lights attached underneath. The manta rays swim directly under the board, doing backflips, even brushing up against us a few times!

We also did a regular snorkel excursion to the Captain Cook cove. This was a good place for the kids to try snorkelling for the first time as it’s a sheltered cove and the current was gentle.

Volcano National Park

What a stunning national park this is. It’s on the east side of the island, near Hilo. So it was a 2 hour drive from where we were staying (near Waikoloa). But it was worth the drive. We decided to go in the afternoon and stay until sunset so that we could see the lava glow. There’s so much to see at the park. Like petroglyphs.

It’s like walking into Jurassic Park
Lava tubes
Ho’lei Sea Arch
And of course spending time at the pool and the beach. The rental house we stayed in was part of the Mauna Lani estate. So there are two pools (the other is a lap pool), gym, and a private beach.

Sunset from the beach park.

Hawaiian plate lunch at Ippy’s in Waimea. This was one of my favourite meals.
Local bakery near Hilo.

Palm Springs and Joshua Tree National Park

We just returned from a stay in Palm Springs and it was such a change from the Bay Area.

We did some sightseeing, lots of relaxing and the kids were in the pool every single day.

Golden Barrel Cactus at The Living Desert zoo.

We had several ice creams at Lappert’s including Dole Whip and an amazing flavour called Kauai Pie, which is coffee ice cream with coconut flakes and macadamia nuts.

The vacation rental was quite lovely and had a nice pool and hot tub!

The best part of our trip was getting to Joshua Tree National Park. As you may know, the government shutdown meant that the National Parks employees weren’t working, but the locals were devotedly helping maintain restrooms and taking out the trash!

Facilities aside, it was a chilly and windy morning out there in the desert. We started from the northern entrance near the visitors center and slowly wandered our way down south, stopping to climb boulders and take lots of photos. It was amazing to see the Joshua trees and all the strange rocks and boulders around, many of which had rock climbers ascending them.

As we made our way further south, the landscape changed quite a bit as we left the higher elevation Mojave Desert and entered the lower Colorado Desert. No more strangely cantilevered boulders and magical Joshua Trees, instead grasslands and Cholla Cactus.

Top Ten: Books to venture forth with


This week’s question from the Broke and the Bookish is:

Top Ten Books I Plan To Have In My Beach Bag This Summer 

(which I have totally not followed, please see below)

Tis the season for beach reads and road novels. I love browsing through other people’s summer reading lists especially road trip reading lists like at Conde Nast Traveler, LA Times, Buzzfeed, NPR, Electric Literature, Paste Magazine
Having spent most of my life near the equator where it is pretty much hot (or hot and rainy) any time of the year, and having to adjust to the four seasons here in Northern California, summer makes me think less of beach reads and more of escape. Of travels to unknown lands full of adventures. So I’m not thinking of putting these books in my beach bag but rather that backpack that is dragged along whenever we go anywhere – road trip, beach trip, flight.
The Hobbit, one of the best adventure books out there.
My year of meats – Ruth L. Ozeki (my thoughts)
Perhaps an unusual choice this one. But Jane Takagi is a documentary film producer who travels America looking for families to feature on this programme that promotes beef in Japan. Ozeki also covers a wide variety of issues and themes in her book, and part of the story is set in Japan, in case you’re wondering.
The white bone – Barbara Gowdy
I picked this because it doesn’t seem to be much talked about on book blogs, which is a pity as this book about elephants (yes, I said elephants) is emotional, dramatic, and moving. And it is a road trip of sorts as they trek to find their “white bone”, a relic that they believe will lead them to the Safe Place.
Lost at sea – Bryan O’Malley
Raleigh is on a road trip with some classmates she doesn’t really know. They’re traveling from California to Vancouver. There’s some soul-searching, some bonding, and something about cats.
Adventure Time: Marceline and the Scream Queens – Meredith Gran
Marceline might just be my favourite Adventure Time character. She’s a vampire and in this volume, fronts a band that’s on tour. Oh and my second favourite character, Princess Bubblegum, is their manager. As they make their way through the various weird lands of Adventure Time, all sorts of oddness crops up. Lots of fun. So it’s a journey of sorts, through made up worlds.
Wild – Cheryl Strayed
This book features on plenty of these types of lists. Not actually a road trip as Strayed is on foot  for 1,100 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. I know this is a bestseller and in all likelihood you’ve read it, but in case you haven’t, it is a great read. Her determination, her inexperience, her sorrow and emotions, as well as pretty solid writing, make this a great summer read.
Homecoming (Tillerman Cycle #1) – Cynthia Voigt
The Tillerman kids have been abandoned in a mall parking lot by their unstable mother and make their way to find their relatives up north, walking, hitchhiking, living on their own wits and with whatever they can scrounge up and whoever will take pity on them. A harrowing journey for such young children on their own.
Terra Incognita – Sara Wheeler (my review)
I have a minor fascination with Antarctica and Wheeler kind of understands that. This is definitely some journey.

A time to keep silence- Patrick Fermor
A Pelican in the wilderness – Isabel Colegate (my thoughts)
It’s not fair to lump these two books together but they do touch on a similar topic of retreats. I’m not religious but I have to admire those who cloister themselves and devote themselves to their faith. So these aren’t traditional travel or roadtrip books but they do have a wandering spirit.
Book of Three and the rest of the Prydain chronicles – Lloyd Alexander
It has been far too long since I’ve read this series. I used to read and reread these books as a kid. They were a barrel of fun and adventure, as well as promising some thrill and a little bit of creepiness that make a fantastic kids’ series. And there is journeying as Taran and his merry band make it through the various realms of Prydain.

Newport Beach roadtrip


/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/70a/10455688/files/2014/12/img_4219.jpgI never thought of making Newport Beach a destination, but I’m glad we did! It was a delightful, relaxing four nights away from home, at a sprawling hotel/timeshare resort – so big it has a shuttle service, three big pools, tennis courts, playground, basketball court and more.

Holidaying with young kids is never easy – getting them to sleep at the usual time never happens, and with the younger one sleeping in our bed (the grandparents got the three-year-old), I got jabbed and kicked and edged out of bed. And because he’s 19-months-old, sleeping in means 645am – even after sleeping an hour later than usual! And of course as they always do, they fought over the same few toys and books that we brought with us, ate far more snacks than usual, and had themselves a ball of a time running around the hotel. But I managed to finish a book, get halfway through another, and even browse some magazines. So that was a great holiday!




There was all kinds of Christmassy things to set the mood. A walk in the lovely Sherman Library and Gardens in Corona del Mar found us among a garden of poinsettia and the rest of the gardens were decorated for Christmas! A cute little gem in this elite town. The kids also sat the reindeer carousel at South Coast Plaza and we managed to finally catch the Newport Beach Christmas Boat Parade, which was in its 106th year. We had tried – and failed – to find a place to park on Balboa Island the night before. And it was getting late and we were all hungry and tired after a long day so we skipped it. The next day, Sunday, parking was still tough but we persevered, parked so very far and walked and walked and walked to get to a viewing spot and got to see some wonderfully decorated boats, including a fire-breathing dragon! Wee Reader was so thrilled.





And of course plenty of eating! A one and a half hour wait for Din Tai Fung at South Coast Plaza! Was it worth it? Well, it’s Din Tai Fung, and they make good xiaolongbao. And there isn’t a branch in the Bay Area! 😦





And I must say that I had some rather delightful salads. From top left, the husband’s bison burger with sweet potato hash and kale at True Foods Kitchen, lemon tart and spinach and prosciutto salad at The Sliding Door Cafe at Balboa Peninsula. Some fun drinks – pomegranate limeade and a cranberry-tea-pomegranate soda at True Foods.



One of the best things was taking in the beauty of sunset from the hotel.

Weekend Cooking: Eating in Yosemite and Lake Tahoe


A well-deserved latte in the morning – the one-year-old does not sleep well in pack n plays!


It’s not the easiest thing to do, dragging two kids (aged 3 and 1) on a roadtrip. There’s so much to pack – diapers, extra clothes, a pack n play for the baby, toys and books and a well-loaded iPad for the big one. There’s plenty more to think of – where can we stop? Is this a good place to stay? How will they fare on the drive?

As a result we haven’t been all that adventurous when it comes to roadtrips. International trips though, we’ve done two to Singapore, a 20-plus hour flight with stopover!

I just realised that this is the first time we’ve crossed a stateline since the kids were born (not counting the husband’s work trips)! Our previous trips have always been within California, which is a rather huge state as states go.

Er but yeah, we did pop into Nevada a little as we drove from the East Bay to Yosemite and then to Lake Tahoe. So it kind of counts!

But this is a Weekend Cooking post! So on to the food!


Erm right, that’s not food.

We stayed at the Yosemite Lodge at the Falls, how lucky we were to score a night’s stay just a week before! We’d stayed outside Yosemite a few years ago when my parents visited and the problem was that it was quite a drive in and out of the park (from the park entrance we arrived at, into Yosemite Valley, was nearly an hour). We sure didn’t want to do that again, especially with little kids. The lodge is a decent place to stay, although rather pricey! It’s right where the tram tours are, and there’s a restaurant for dinner and a cafeteria for all other meals. The only issue we had was the very noisy guests next door, who arrived at midnight and proceeded to slam doors, and of course woke the baby who refused to go back to sleep in the pack n play – in other words, he slept in my bed, kicking legs, tickly fingers, nuzzly nose and all equals no sleep for me!

The cafeteria does ok food, a pretty good variety at lunchtime from cold salads and sandwiches, to hot foods like pork chops served with mashed potatoes and asparagus, burgers, pizzas, the usual stuff. Breakfasts are the standard pancakes/waffles/French toasts with bacon/sausage etc. And this being California, the breakfast burrito.


I was pleasantly surprised by the restaurant, which is only open for dinner. It has a lovely view of the forests and the cliffs (but as we were staying at the lodge itself, it was a similar view from our room) with dramatic floor to ceiling windows. Lovely service (always a plus!) and some delicious lamb chops served with a gremolata and mashed potatoes, and a cheesy French onion soup to start, made for a relaxing (as relaxing as one can have with two kids clamouring to be fed) and enjoyable end to our first night of the roadtrip!

The drive from Yosemite to Tahoe was just absolutely breathtaking! We took the Tioga Pass and saw the Tuolumne Meadows  (at 8,600 feet one of the highest-elevation meadows in the Sierras), Tioga Lake, Mono Lake (apparently over 1 million years old!), saw plenty of snow on the ground and on the mountains (I’m always still fascinated by snow, having lived most of my life in the tropics).


And in Tahoe, there was plenty of good food too. From the Hawaiian stylings of Kalanis (a bit of an odd choice I know, but it was just by our hotel, and we were hungry), with some perfectly cooked duck, served with Vietnamese pickles, a Thai basil mash and a duck spring roll (interesting, but it was unfortunately sitting in its sauce which meant it wasn’t crunchy). They even served the kids some free ‘appetisers’ when they seated us – string cheese and oyster crackers!

20140530-103259.jpgTo the simple breakfast of a vegetable omelette with potato pancake and biscuit at Driftwood Cafe.


The Blue Dog Gourmet Pizza was another hit. The pizza dough was just right – not too bready or thick. And the toppings weren’t overly salty as some places tend to be. We did a half Primavera and half Meat Lovers so there was something for everyone.


And because we were in Tahoe we did the boat cruise. The two-hour trip took us to Emerald Bay to see the Vikingsholm, a 38-room mansion built in 1929, and the quaint little ‘tea house’ built on the tiny rock of an island opposite (the only island in Lake Tahoe).




Thanks to the Kindle, I managed to do a fair bit of reading. I started and finished The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry – a very endearing book. And finished reading The Septembers of Shiraz – a bit depressing to be honest (a lot of it takes place in prison) but evocative and elegantly told.


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Weekend Cooking: A trip to Sonoma County


Sonoma County (like nearby Napa Valley) is all about wine. But on our three-day trip, we didn’t visit any of its lovely wineries, nor drink any wine. But we did eat and drink (I just had a few sips! Sad!) at two breweries – Half Moon Bay Brewing Company in Half Moon Bay and the Russian River Brewery in Santa Rosa. Russian River Brewery is known for its Double India Pale Ale called Pliny the Elder which has won several awards and which my beer-drinking father-in-law enjoyed, but I really liked their Irish stout called O.V.L. Stout, which had a velvety chocolatey finish. I never quite understood how a stout could taste ‘chocolate-y’ (not chocolate) until I tried this one. Dark and just gorgeous. I wish I could have had more than a few sips!!




The Russian River Brewery also has a mean list of pizzas but this Omni pizza we ordered was a bit too salty for me. I actually preferred their gorgonzola salad.




The food at the Half Moon Bay Brewing Company was better (it was more of a restaurant than a pub). I had a nice Dungeness crab roll with a side salad (didn’t photograph well) but the husband really enjoyed his fish and chips (well, it was garlic fries – but so so good!).



Besides all that eating and hanging out at the hotel (unfortunately it was a bit more chilly than we anticipated and only managed to swim once), we hit Howarth Park, a lovely community park in Santa Rosa for Wee Reader to sit the miniature train, the old carousel and just to run around the playground. He declared it “fun!”. So it was a lovely couple of days out with the family, despite not having any wine in wine country!







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Sky Burial: An epic love story of Tibet


This is probably one of the most heartbreaking stories I have ever read. It is a remarkable, fascinating read, a love story of Tibet and its people.

Shu Wen was a doctor. So was her husband Kejun. They had been married for just a few months when Kejun is sent to Tibet as a Chinese army doctor. Not long after, Wen is notified of his death. There is no information provided about his death, official or otherwise. She decides to sign up with the army to go to Tibet and find out what happened to him. With the shortage of army doctors in Tibet in the 1950s, the military takes her on.

Traveling with her army unit, Wen saves the life of a Tibetan woman named Zhuoma. The heir of a privileged family, Zhuoma speaks Chinese, having studied in Beijing. She and Wen become friendly (she has lost a loved one too) but become separated from the rest of the company when some Tibetans attack the convoy.

The two women find a nomad family residing in the lowlands who help the injured Wen, and the two women decide to stay with them until summer, to learn how to survive outdoors and for the family to build their supplies to spare them provisions and horses.

The details of the family’s self-sufficient daily life are fascinating. Gela, his brother Ge’er and his son Om were responsible for matters outside the home such as pasturing and butchering their herds, tanning hides, mending their tools and tent. Gela’s wife Saierbao and two daughters did the milking, made butter, cooked, collected water, made rope, and made the dung cakes that were the heat, light and fuel source.

Wen spends 30 years isolated in Tibet. But she never loses sight of her goal and eventually finds out what happened to Kejun and returns to China.

Xinran tells Shu Wen’s story simply. Although she says in the beginning that this is the story of a woman she meets in Suzhou, who tells her this tale over two days and then disappears, it has been classified as a work of fiction, so I’m not quite sure whether to call this fiction or non-fiction. Still whatever genre it fits into, this is a beautiful story, and an unforgettable one that will stay with you long after you finish the book.
Global Women of Color

This is my sixth read for the Global Women of Colour Challenge (challenge page).

xinranXuē Xīnrán (薛欣然, pen name Xinran, born in Beijing in 1958) is a British-Chinese journalist, broadcaster and writer. In the late 1980s, she began working for Chinese Radio and went on to become one of China’s most successful journalists. In 1997 she moved to London.

The Good Women of China: Hidden Voices.
Sky Burial.
What the Chinese Don’t Eat
Miss Chopsticks
China Witness: Voices from a Silent Generation
Message from an Unknown Chinese Mother

SoCal again!


There was snow on the mountains as we drove south on the 5, luckily this wasn’t reflective of the weather to come! It was indeed warmer in San Diego and Anaheim than in the Bay Area.


All that sugar was making my hand tremble…. Haha, not really, but these tiramisu pancakes from Cafe 21 (which I shared with the husband as well as a prosciutto omelette) in downtown San Diego was awesome! Sinfully so!


Another sinful treat (not on the same day that is) from Azucar in Ocean Beach, a Cuban-influenced patisserie which we first visited in November and which I was determined to return to, because it was just that good (so is their coffee). This was chocolatey and crunchy and just a delight to savour.



Did you guess it yet? We went to Disneyland! It was wee reader’s first visit and I had been worried. Worried that it would be too much for him, that it would be too crowded, too tiring. I am a worrier.

But it turned out great! The first ride he sat was Dumbo and he loved it so much he didn’t want to get off. He loved pretty much everything that went round and round, like the rocket ride pictured above (he rode it twice), and clapped and laughed during It’s A Small World (which was Christmas-themed!). But his favourite ride was interestingly enough, the train that goes around Disneyland. He sat it three times! Of course he cried when getting off some rides and wanted to be carried when waiting in those long queues. But at least there were none of the tantrums and screaming incidents that we spotted throughout the park.

And since we had grandparents in tow, the husband and I were able to pop over (having first collected FastPasses) to sit the more adult rides like Star Tours (we are big Star Wars fans) and Indiana Jones (we are also big fans). I wasn’t really supposed to sit these rides, since they do say ‘expectant mothers should not ride’, and at 21 weeks I am indeed expecting (due in early May). But these weren’t exactly Six Flags upside-down and head-spinning rides so they were fine, and fun!

It was a great week-long trip, and made for great memories and photos. I don’t expect wee reader to remember much (or any) of this in the future, but I’m sure the rest of us will!

TLC Book Tours: An Extraordinary Theory of Objects

An Extraordinary Theory of Objects

A whale’s tooth, a skeleton key, a mushroom.

These are among the objects that Stephanie LaCava collects, an obsession of hers that began in childhood, a way of understanding herself and the world around her:

“Collecting information and talismans is a way of exercising magical control. You can hold a lucky charm and know everything about nature’s creatures yet still be terribly lonely.”

Stephanie LaCava’s family moves to the Parisian suburb of Le Vesinet when she’s twelve, and there she feels like she doesn’t belong either: “From then on, I would never be quite American and, by virtue of my birthplace, never truly French either.”

Stephanie’s story initially resonated with me. While I didn’t suffer from the depression that she struggled with, I too was a quiet kid who liked reading and tended to keep to myself. And reading was a way to escape that awkwardness I felt with other people, although for Stephanie, it was slightly different:

“Reading was a Pascalian diversion; stories and facts were a diversion from spiraling thoughts. I had always hated loudness. It was loud enough inside my head.”

But I felt like she was holding so much back. It’s a really short book and a quick read. And at the end of it, I didn’t really get to know her, despite the fact that this is categorised as a memoir. Still it was an enjoyable read and made me curious about the various aspects of Parisian life that she talked about.


This book is one of the reasons why I’m reluctant to buy e-books. Because it is a delight to look at. The lovely green hardcover with the artwork printed directly on it, the drawings of the various objects that LaCava uses to tell her story of her teenaged years in France.

However, the footnotes can be a little distracting and didn’t offer quite as much in-depth information as I would like, although the bibliography at the end has provided some interesting additions to my TBR list.

Thanks to TLC Book Tours and Harper Collins for this review copy.

tlc logoDon’t forget to check out the rest of the blog tour

Wednesday, December 5th: Dolce Bellezza

Thursday, December 6th: The Feminist Texican [Reads]

Friday, December 7th: Great Imaginations

Monday, December 10th: Stephany Writes

Tuesday, December 11th: Bibliosue

Wednesday, December 12th: nomadreader

Thursday, December 13th: Conceptual Reception

Monday, December 17th: Walking With Nora

Tuesday, December 18th: Unabridged Chick

Wednesday, December 19th: West Metro Mommy

Thursday, December 20th: Olduvai Reads

Wednesday, December 26th: BookNAround

Thursday, December 27th: Luxury Reading

Friday, December 28th: What She Read …

Monday, December 31st: Becca’s Byline

Tuesday, January 1st: In the Next Room

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“I looked north, in its direction – the very thought of that bridge a beacon to me. I looked south, to where I’d been, to the wild land that had schooled and scorched me, and considered my options. There was only one, I know. There was always only one.

To keep walking.”

It’s not the easiest thing, writing a review of a memoir. Is it a discussion about a book? Or is it of the writer’s life? Both perhaps (and can one write a memoir when there are still decades more to go?)

At any rate, Cheryl Strayed’s life hasn’t been all peaches and cream.

There’s been drugs, adultery, a marriage destroyed, a family falling apart.

So she takes to the Pacific Crest Trail, which is 2,663 mi (4,286 km) long (from California to British Columbia) and ranges in elevation from just above sea level at the Oregon-Washington border to 13,153 feet (4,009 m). She doesn’t complete the entire trail, still it is an amazing feat for anyone, perhaps even more so for her, going it alone, barely prepared, with little prior hiking experience.

I’m not much of an outdoors person, at least not anymore.

In my junior college days (it’s the Singapore version of the last two years of high school so I was aged 17-18), the outdoors was my life. I was a member of my school’s Outdoor Activities Club or OAC and we lived for the outdoors. Trekking, canoeing, biking (overnight even), camping, knots, campfires etc. We did them all. The little island of Pulau Ubin (one of the last vestiges of kampung or village life in Singapore – at least it was that way then, I’m sure it has been developed more now) was our weekend home more or less, as we covered most of it on foot, familiarising ourselves with every trail and rest stop.

But it was always with a group, always with an end in sight, and since Singapore is so small, never all that far from a paved road – and possibly a working toilet and public telephone (those were the days before mobile phones – at least mobile phones that weren’t the size and weight of a brick). Even when I was trekking in Nepal, we were surrounded by porters and the next village was only a walk (albeit a long one) away, sometimes complete with a warm ‘shower’ (the villagers boil you water and you mix that with cold water in a bucket and pour it over yourself) and those amazing heated dining tables (a fire is lit just under the table, scary yes but warm and comforting too), not to mention cooked meals and the amazing pineapple juice!

So all this is to emphasize how I was constantly amazed by Strayed’s solo status. Even after she meets and makes friends with other PCT hikers and set off together, she breaks off to walk alone. That she would dare to walk alone in the wilderness, camp alone amid the howls of coyotes, hitchhike…! It’s not anything I would ever dare to do.

And she definitely made some, well, interesting decisions. Like how she set off with little prior research about the trail, not even consulting those who have hiked it before or even really reading the guidebook properly, and carrying a ridiculously huge and heavy bag she dubs the Monster which holds, among other things, a fat roll of condoms.

This book isn’t just about the hike of course, but often about the reason for that hike.

“I was alone. I was barefoot. I was twenty-six years old and an orphan too. An actual stray, a stranger had observed a couple of weeks before, when I’d told him my name and explained how very loose I was in the world. My father left my life when I was six. My mother died when I was twenty-two. In the wake of her death, my stepfather morphed from the person I considered my dad into a man I only occasionally recognized. My two siblings scattered in their grief, in spite of my efforts to hold us together, until I gave up and scattered as well.”

Her story is a sad one and I have to admit here that I shed some tears, and since I was reading this on my iPad (it was an Overdrive e-book), I quickly wiped it off with my sleeve.

But it was also worthy of a good chuckle now and then, like her desperate need for a Snapple:

“I spent hours in a half-ecstatic, half-tortured reverie, fantasizing about cake and cheeseburgers, chocolate and bananas, apples and mixed-green salads, and, more than anything, about Snapple lemonade. This did not make sense. I’d had only a few Snapple lemonades in my pre-PCT life and liked them well enough, but they hadn’t stood out in any particular way. It had not been my drink. But now it haunted me. Pink or yellow, it didn’t matter. NOt a day passed that I didn’t imagine in vivid detail what it would be like to hold one in my hand and bring it to my mouth. Some days I forbade myself to think about it, lest I go entirely insane.”

I often had to remind myself how young she was when all this happened (20s) as many of her decisions are quite frustrating to read about. But in the end, I thought Wild was a pretty good read. If just for the inspiration of one day visiting the gorgeous Crater Lake in Oregon.