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Your daily dose of cute

Y'all. I love me some cute.  And I mean for real. I LOVE CUTE.

If there is a baby animal in my immediate 4-8 foot vicinity I am going to make a bee line for it. (BTW. Bee line? b-line? I've never typed that before.)

I have stopped riding a bike to pet a baby cow.


I failed at catching baby ducklings.


Drooled over baby puppies...

And squealed over adorable little piglets.

And I have to give Chris some credit here for stopping while driving TWICE last week so I could pet baby goats.


Also, just so you know I NEED A BABY GOAT ASAP!!

Favorite photos-- the many doors of Hanoi



Favorite Photos

Roosters... great to photo, terrible to have outside your bedroom window

Harau Valley-- Sumatra-- Indonesia

Let's hope it was empty

Spotted on the highway outside of Hanoi, Vietnam.




And yes. That IS a casket!

Indonesian snack...




Add several slices of fruit (inc sour mango, papaya, pineapple, cucumber, and those red things that look like apples but aren't) add freshly made peanut sauce.

Dig in!

Favorite pictures

Lake Maninjau
Sumatra
Indonesia

Just a picture


Prambanan Temple
Outside of Jogyakarta 
Island of Bali

Backpacking during Ramadan

Chris and I are on the Indonesian island of Sumatra where almost 90 percent of people are Muslim.   The Islamic month of fasting, Ramadan, began on August 1st. While Chris and I are not Muslim, our backpacking lives have been changed by Ramadan.

During Ramadan Muslims fast from sunrise to sundown refraining from all food, beverages, and smoking.  Muslims consider the fasting period to be a time for self reflection, centering oneself on faith, and a time to purify your body and thoughts.


Many parts of Sumatra are under sharia law which governs based on Muslim principles.  This means that if a restaurant is open during daylight during Ramadan the police have the right to come into the restaurant, confiscate the food, and shut down the restaurant.  The exception to this rule is "Tourist Only" restaurants that serve only to forgeiners.  Finding these "Toursist Only" restaurants can be a pain, but I would much rather eat lunch than fast all day.  At times Chris and I have resorted to buying food a the grocery store and eating in our room. 

While in no way is it illegal for us to eat during the day it is considered disrepectful to publicly eat or drink during fasting times.

 Even though no one is eating during the day during Ramadan there is definitely thoughts of food.  In the afternoons amazing markets filled with prepared foods open for Muslims who take food to go and wait until the sun is down.

These markets are packed with local people buying food of every kind. (Please excuse the picture quality, something happened during the very long uploading)


Notice that almost all of the women are in head scarves, long pants or skirts, and  heavy shirts despite the 80 degree weather.


These containers hold all different, and usually unidentifably (at least to us), foods.  The woman is scooping an egg filled sausage into the bag to which she added spicy vegetables and sauce. 


This fried food stand had delicious freshly fried corn fritters.  They were like hush puppies on crack.

 Let's be honest, none of this would ever hold up to American food safety standards, but I think that's probably a longer discussion for another time.


 Chips! Chips! Chips!  These chips are made from tapioka roots, not potatoes. However, they taste almost exactly like potato chips.


I do have to confess that our eyes were a little bit bigger than our stomachs and we took home a feast of delicious food.



These corn fritters where by far our favorite and I will definitely try to make them on my own.  Now that I know these exist I don't want to ever live without them again.



 
 And of course we had dessert! There are coconut rice cakes with banana, chocolate, and banana and chocolate.  Hey, I told you we over bought!

North Carolina Barbecue Road Trip


Chris and I hit the road for a four day Memorial Day road trip across North Carolina.  North Carolina is famous for it's pork barbecue and Chris and I were determined to try as many bbq places as we could.


We ate sami after sami.  We took our barbecue taste testing seriously and had detailed score sheets for accurate comparison.

















   








 












There were at least a long armed dozen photoshoots of ourselves.

And some very serious and delicious non-barbecue meals.


 














And we definitely had very full stomachs.

After 1000 miles of driving, 12.5 barbecue sandwiches each, 5 closed restaurants, countless songs sung in the car I can say without question I know North Carolina barbecue.


I also know that this was one of the best weekends of my life.


In the four day weekend we ate barbecue at:
Bridges--   Shelby, NC
Keaton's--   Cool Springs, NC (outside of Statesville)
Fuzzy's--   Madison, NC
The Pit--  Raleigh, NC
Skylight Barbecue--   Ayden, NC
Thig's--   Richland, NC
Big Oak--  Salter Path, NC
King's--   Kinston, NC
Bill Ellis--   Wilson, NC
Parker's--    Wilson, NC
(We tried to go to several other restaurants including B's BBQ in Greenville, Grady's in Dudley, Lexington barbecue in, well, Lexington, Speedys in Lexington.  You can't win or eat the all, huh?)


While we had so much amazing food this weekend I think I am going to be sticking to veggies for a while.


Travel Lessons: Laundry

During my three months backpacking in Europe laundering facilities were hard to come by. They were expensive. And when you only have two pairs of pants with you and 6 shirts it's annoying to pay for an entire washer and dryer.

After a while I became a little creative:

(Nice, France)
In a French hotel? Use a bidet to soak your clothes!



(Riomaggiore, Italy)
Let them soak in a nice bubble bath!


(Riomaggiore, Italy)
Stir them around to get them nice and clean!


(Paris, France)
If you are stuck in a hostel where the windows don't open, try to find a space to hang a clothes line inside. This one is draped across the end of my hostel bed. I slept with the clothes hanging over me all night.


(Riomaggiore, Italy)
Hopefully you have enough clothes pins!


(Manarola, Italy-- and NOT my undies!)
Be shameless! Let it all hang out!