Chope culture. A uniquely Singaporean culture where diners at open food centers place small items such as tissue packets, business cards or water bottles to reserve a table or seat.
I know many people are not in favour of this, and I personally used to hate it, but let me explain using the logic of parallelism that it is in fact more efficient. Everybody should chope their seats and split up and quickly order their meals, so that they can convene, eat, and leave ASAP – especially during this COVID-19 situation where half the seats have been crossed out for safe distancing. Quicker turnaround means more people get their seats, less community spread, etc.
… using the logic of parallelism that (chope culture) is in fact more efficient
The other reason to socially accept the “chope” culture is because those eating alone or carrying a child can find it very difficult to find a seat without a companion.
So why do people hate it? Because “chope” is not gracious? Rubbish lah. It’s exactly because we are ungracious – when we want a seat, we feel a sense of entitlement to a vacant seat. We see an inanimate object, and feel that it doesn’t deserve a “seat”. Seriously, what’s the difference between a tissue packet and a fully grown man waiting at the table?
… what’s the difference between a tissue packet and a fully grown man waiting at the table?
With that, I shall share a true story…
I went to ABC brickworks hawker this afternoon Tuesday 28 Jul 2020 at around 1PM to eat lunch with my colleague. We placed one tissue + Fisherman’s Friend on table to “chope” a 2 pax table, and quickly left to order our food.
Then this father (50+) and his son (20+) duo came, sat down, and moved our “chope” away. (I saw with my own eyes as my stall is nearby.)
Then when we returned, the son initially denied moving the tissue, then the father came and say our tissue never put in the center, cannot see properly, etc. etc. A big pack of lies.
So I said: “Please lah, it was in the middle. I saw you move it, so please admit it.”
OK, they left. Then we started eating.
Eat halfway, the uncle came back and started scolding us. Say this is neighbourhood hawker, no such thing as reservation, etc. etc.
I say, please lah, we “chope”, quickly order, quickly eat, quickly go. Isn’t it more efficient than one person sit, one person order and take turns?
Then he started lecturing us, “You listen carefully (你听好好), I tell you (我跟你讲), this place is not CBD, not restaurant, this is neighbourhood, etc. etc.”
A lot of hokkien arguments ensued (when I switch to hokkien, things are getting serious…)
I said, look, so what you want? Limpeh eating my lunch halfway. Say sorry? OK, “sorry”. Now, leave and let me eat my lunch. Then you still not happy, what you want? Call police?
Then after my meal, I turned around briefly looking for a stall to order drinks. Then I heard the uncle shouting from his seat: “Come lah, come come. Come!!” I didn’t even see them – they were sitting at another table. That’s when I realised they were behind, still wanting to pick a fight. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
We went, ate, and left all under 20 minutes. Including the 3 minutes or so spent arguing with the uncle.
Please, “chope” is more efficient. Trust me, I’m an engineer.
An old college friend was planning a trip and asked if anybody wanted to tag along. Having been through several continuous weeks of noises from the upstairs dwelling (school holidays, ya) I thought to myself: “Why not?” It was also a good opportunity to catch up with an old friend.
So we (me + wife + friend) booked a trip to Turkey — a place I never thought I would go. Now that I have returned, I’d say I have no regrets.
Singapore to Istanbul to Cappadocia
We flew direct from Singapore to Istanbul, then caught a domestic flight to Cappadocia immediately after. It was pretty late by the time we arrived so we did some light shopping around the town of Goreme and then retired to bed so we could be up before 5am the next day to catch our hot air balloon flight.
Sunrise with hot air balloons in the background. Taken from the Kelebek Cave Hotel in Goreme, Cappadocia.
Hot Air Balloon, Rose Valley and Kaymakli Underground City
Pick-up service was at 5am, followed by some paper work and a simple breakfast. The actual balloon flight started around 6am and lasted an hour. We returned to our hotel for the really awesome breakfast spread before joining our day tour to the Rose Valley (no roses in summer, unfortunately) and the Kaymakli Underground City.
Crawling through the narrow tunnels of Kaymakli Underground City. I’m 1.8m tall and ahead of me is a ~1.5m lady — imagine my agony.
Ihlara Valley and Selime Monastery
Day two was a full day (6-7 hour, ~14km) hike with a private tour guide along the Ihlara Valley. A picture speaks a thousand words.
View from the bottom of the Ihlara Valley in Central Anatolia, Turkey where much of the vegetation couldn’t shield us from the scorching summer heat (~38ºC).
At the end of the hike was the Selime Monastery, where some say it is where some Star Wars scenes were filmed. It certainly resembles Tatooine, but I could not find an exact resemblance after Googling. Maybe I’ll watch all three episodes again and take a screen grab if I see it.
The Selime Monastery lies above at the higher section of the rocks in this picture and is a surprisingly short 10-minute hike up, but what’s more important is how this resembles Tatooine in Star Wars.
At the top where the monastery lies.
By the end of day two our feet were sore. A Turkish bath and a nice dinner at the hotel fixed everything.
Goreme Open Air Museum and Love Valley
We spent day three touring the Goreme Open Air Museum. I must emphasize that the extra tickets to the Dark Church is definitely worth the money if you are planning to go. Unfortunately, no photo taking was allowed (so they can sell their postcards, etc.)
We also attempted hiking through the Love Valley but it was too hot to continue, so we chilled out at a small hut, bought some drinks, took a couple of photos and returned to the hotel.
The Love Valley, where rock formations looks, urm… erect. A lone sunflower stands in the blazing hot summer sun.
Cappadocia to Istanbul to Izmir, drive to Sirince
Day four was spent flying domestic from Cappadocia > Istanbul > Izmir, where we picked up our rental diesel Hyundai Accent from Erboy Car. Fuel is extremely expensive in Turkey (around TL 4.70 or US 2.20 for a litre of diesel) so a fuel economical diesel is a must.
It took me a while to get used to the left-hand-drive traffic. After a stressful drive through extremely narrow streets of a small village Sirince, we arrived at a small terrace house where we spent the night.
Ancient city of Ephesus, Basilica of St. John and House of Virgin Mary
The ancient city of Ephesus was a short 10-15 minute drive away from Sirince. It is a big city so if you are driving you’ll likely have to walk up and then walk the same distance back to your car.
I read about tourist traps offering “free” return bus rides, so we took the advice of the locals (from the village of Sirince) to park the car at the lower (south) gate, catch a horse carriage ride up to the upper (north) gate then walk back down towards our car.
Catching a horse carriage ride from the south gate to the north gate is a quick way to ensure you don’t get caught in tourist traps offering “free” return bus rides that may quickly turn into carpet purchases.
If there’s just one place to visit in Turkey, it’s got to be the ancient city of Ephesus. Some say it is better than Rome. Be there early — it can get very crowded in the afternoon.
By noon there was quite a crowd and I couldn’t get good pictures despite having my GoPro mounted on a long monopod. We left and drove to two other ancient sites nearby; The Basilica of St. John was nice, but nothing was left of the ruins of The Temple of Artemis except for one rebuilt pillar (I’d suggest not to waste your time).
While the basilica looked grand from the outside, the interior is only partially excavated. A large part is still covered in earth.
We also drove up the mountains to the House of Virgin Mary. Unfortunately no photography was allowed and we left empty-handed and started our long journey to Pamukkale where we stopped mid-way for grocery shopping and … McDonalds!
After checking in to the Tripolis Hotel at Pamukkale we couldn’t resist the pool after five days under the hot sun. The view of the Travertines from the pool was amazing.
Taken from the pool at the Tripolis Hotel in Pamukkale. Service was lacking, but the pool was worth the money.
After a refreshing swim we proceeded to gobble down our complimentary dinner — which not very fantastic but had a fancy belly dance which was somewhat entertaining.
Travertines, Hierapolis and Paragliding
We set off a little later than usual on day six and made our way to the Travertines. We spent maybe an hour soaking in the limestone spring waters before we hiked to the Theater of the Hierapolis. The entire Hierapolis is massive and it was too hot out, so we did not continue.
Theater of the Hierapolis in Pamukkale.
We did, however, see people paragliding and went hunting for a paragliding company, joined them, and paraglided past the Hierapolis and Travertines.
Travertines and Hierapolis from up above. Can you see the Hierapolis Theater?
We probably spent too much time paragliding so we skipped two archeological/ruins and drove straight to Bodrum.
Our rental Hyundai Accent 1.6 CRDi Automatic by the beach at Bodrum.
We spent the evening enjoying a nice seafood meal (we haven’t had proper seafood yet) and watched the finals of the World Cup (Germany won) at a bar. Yes. Seafood, beer, world cup in Turkey by the beach. What could be better?
Yatches against the sunset at Bodrum.
Istanbul, Mosque, Mosque and more Mosques
We took a flight from Bodrum back to Istanbul where we remained for the rest of our stay in Turkey. The first thing we did in the morning was to visit the Blue Mosque.
Blue Mosque, Istanbul opened in 1616.
We also visited the Ayasofya, the Basilica of St. John, then wandered to the Grand Bazaar where our friend found the Suleymaniye mosque, which in my opinion, was a nicer mosque to visit. The Suleymaniye Mosque is not only bigger, it is about 50 years older than the Blue Mosque. What’s interesting is that the Suleymaniye Mosque’s architect Mimar Sinan was the teacher of the Blue Mosque’s architect Sedefkar Mehmed Agha, and because the teacher probably knew better, he designed the mosque with ventilation ducts which prevented the interior walls from turning black from candle smog in the old days before electric bulbs.
Interior of the Suleymaniye Mosque, Istanbul opened in 1558.
We took a tram, then switched to a bus to get to the Chora Museum. Apart from the Dark Church in the Goreme Open Air Museum, this is one of the most beautifully preserved churches we’ve seen.
The Chora Museum is a must-visit place in Istanbul. Getting there can be confusing, though.
The last few days were spent — well — shopping! No Singaporean goes overseas without shopping! There are many touristy shopping districts in Old Istanbul (European Continent). The popular ones are the Grand Bazaar and Spice Bazaar. I’d recommend not buying anything at the Grand Bazaar, and maybe some spices and coffee grounds from the popular store Mehmet Efendi at the Spice Bazaar. These two tourist districts are filled with unmarked prices and touting shopkeepers. Once you’ve seen those two places and had photos taken, take a tram and head straight across the bridge to New Istanbul. There’s a big shopping district/street starting from Taksim Square headed towards the south(west).
The Spice Bazaar is filled with touting shopkeepers, but ranks better than the Grand Bazaar in our opinion. But hold on to your money and travel across the bridge to shop along the shopping district near Taksim Square at New Istanbul (European continent) instead.
July 7-20, 2014
Caveat: July is probably during the worst time of the year to visit with the combination of hot summer and Ramadan (fasting month for Muslims). If you think hot and long summer days weren’t tiring enough, imagine being constantly awoken at 2am by drums for Muslims to have their pre-dawn meal.
Time to find some arty farty inspiration back. I’ll start on a new musical arrangement for CO, but I will not set a deadline. Let’s see what I can come up with. 😀
A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: “If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups… And then you began eyeing each other’s cups.
Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live.
Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee. Savor the coffee, not the cups! The happiest people don’t have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Had a picnic with wifey, Francis and girlfriend last Saturday morning. I volunteered to prepare egg mayo (just the filling) since Francis would be getting melons, parma ham and bread.
We arrived together at the Botanical Gardens at 9.30AM, found a spot under a tree and started munching away at the delicious food.
Stan who had initially turned down the picnic decided to tag along rather last minute. He called Francis and offered to bring hotdogs.
And this was how he arrived:
Those were the only hotdogs he brought along.
Anyway while we were halfway through our food, some people with dogs jogged past us and Stan’s dogs started barking.
We turned around and saw two beautifully groomed Pomeranians and their gay owners.
Then when Stan’s dogs jumped up and started running towards the two Pomeranians, Stan held the leash back and made a classic statement…
