Both the Travel Channel and the Food Channel have a lot to answer for.
They have raised traveler’s expectations about all the wonderful food and drink to be found in the far corners of the earth.
Take it from me, a former resident of both Mexico and Thailand, that the culinary glitter wears off after just a few days as a strange eater in a strange land.
It’s true the local beer is always cheap. But it’s also always lukewarm. You have to pour it over ice. And that ruins it for some people.
Street food in countries like Thailand and Mexico is fun to sample. But do yourself a favor the next time you’re tempted to eat from a cart on a busy soi (street) in Bangkok — observe how dishes, bowls and utensils are washed. They ARE washed, no doubt about that — the interesting part is to see how one small tub of water makes do for both washing and rinsing, and is never changed during the long, hot day and into the sultry evening.
One last thought . . . Third World countries may be big into freshness and organic, but that means they typically use night soil.
If you’ve ever sampled a piece of tripe that was not quite cleaned enough, you know what I mean . . .
AND SO TO VERSE:
The food overseas is amazing; it’s spicy, exotic and raw.
The food overseas is inviting — it may take you all day to gnaw.
An expat who isn’t too choosy can feast on all sorts of strange buns.
But if he ain’t careful he’ll wind up with such a bad case of the runs.
The food overseas never costs much — that is if you eat like the folk
who live in that country. Believe me, a Big Mac is just a sad joke.
I will not eat bugs or weird fungi, not even if locals insist.
3 things that an expat should not do are eat crap, complain, or be kissed.
In the early 1970’s I had my first taste of Madison Square Garden in New York City.
There were rows of doors for the public to use; and there were hidden, private doors that were not for the uninitiated. One particular door, hidden in a sort of alcove, was of stainless steel. It was a private elevator, for use by the top brass, the big shots, the favored few. Definitely NOT for a First-of-May such as yours truly.
But I desperately wanted to impress my New York girlfriend, Alice.
So one bright spring morning as we strolled around the Garden, taking in the citified fresh air, such as it was, and examining the gelato stands prior to making a purchase, I casually guided her over to the discreet stainless steel door. There I offered to take her up into the bowels of the Garden for a personal and, I hoped, intimate private tour. I knew the elevator operator would not come on duty until noon, and had observed carefully the number pattern he used to unlock and operate the contraption.
We entered without incident and scooted up several stories to where clown alley was situated.
I handed her out of the elevator and demanded a kiss prior to starting the tour, as down payment for the delights to follow. She obliged. A few minutes later, after coming up for air, we went over to the blue-curtained area that passed for clown alley. I went in first, to make sure the coast was clear. It wasn’t.
Three fellow First-of-Mays, Rob, Keith, and Buddy, were huddled in a corner, angrily buzzing like hornets.
The show had been in the Garden for 3 weeks, and had another 3 weeks to run before heading west across the country. These three were native New Yorkers, and coming back to their hometown had not proven to be the triumph they thought it would be. They were bedeviled by New York girlfriends who demanded to be made showgirls so they could travel along, old pals who wanted free tickets, and family members who wondered out loud why they had not been promoted to management yet. Rob, Keith, and Buddy were also disgusted with the living conditions on the clown train car, nicknamed “The Iron Lung”, and with working conditions and the pay. As I came over to them it was obvious they were planning a mutiny.
They gave me a sullen nod as they filed out of clown alley.
Relieved to be rid of their unromantic presence I quickly invited Alice in for a look-see. But the first thing she saw was a rat’s nest squirming with young, pink, hairless rodents, nestled inside the bottom drawer of one of the steamer trunks we used for our wardrobe and costumes. That abruptly ended the tour; she commanded me to take her out of that horrid place immediately.
Back outside, we parted uncomfortably; she didn’t have to tell me that any man who associated on such close terms with rats was not the man for her.
But soon enough a crisis in clown alley put all thoughts of her out of my mind. Rob, Keith, and Buddy went AWOL, their trunks disappearing with them. The boss clown, Levoi Hipps, had to scramble to plug the holes their departure left in our clown gag roster. I suddenly became a rabbit in Spec, an elephant rider in the Manage number, and was saddled with the killer kangaroo – a Mark Anthony original, made out of foam rubber with a large, inflated latex ball inside that propelled the rider around the track at breakneck speed. The exertion of riding the killer kangaroo made climbing Mount Everest seem like taking a nap.
I never saw those three straying First-of-Mays again; but eventually I found out what had become of them.
Rob became a noted Broadway costume designer. Keith wrote romance novels anonymously for a publisher that churned them out by the dozens each year. Both Rob and Keith married, had families, and moved out to Long Island. Buddy stayed single, grew alcoholic, drove a taxi, and was killed in a bar fight in Queens.
I heard from Alice many years later; she was married, worked as a nurse . . . and doted on the white rats her twins had as pets.
WASHINGTON, D.C. – U.S. Senator Kelly Ayotte (R-NH), a Senate Armed Services Committee member, released the following statement regarding U.S. policy toward Russia in the wake of Russia’s invasion of the Crimea:
“From Syria, to Snowden, to the Crimea, the administration’s “reset” with Russia is a failure. It’s urgent that we reset the reset policy. The administration’s weakness and accommodation toward Russia has only invited disdain and aggression from Putin. Putin’s actions in Crimea demonstrate a brazen disregard for international law, Russia’s prior commitments, the sovereignty and territorial integrity of Ukraine, as well as the statements and warnings of this administration. The time for administration statements and red lines is over.
“The U.S. should move without delay to inflict concrete consequences on Putin for his invasion and occupation of sovereign Ukrainian territory. At a minimum, the U.S. and our European allies should implement strong financial and diplomatic sanctions against the Putin regime, including asset freezes and visa bans. The administration should also make clear that the G-8 will not occur in Russia as long as Russian troops are occupying Ukrainian or Georgian territory. Instead, the administration should work to hold a G-7 summit in Europe or the United States.
“The U.S. should also make clear that it will stand with the people of Ukraine by working with our European allies to deliver a quick and reasonable IMF economic aid package to Kyiv, exploring the possibility of exporting significant quantities of U.S. natural gas to Ukraine, and providing increased assistance to the Ukrainian military.
“The administration should also revisit plans to further strengthen missile defenses in Europe.”