19 September, 2014

new cars in vientiane

One of the interesting scenes the visitors surely find in the capital is that the cars running there are quite good, almost all are the "new" cars, not the used ones.

One of the reasons is that there is a restriction on importing used cars since 08 in order to reduce traffic jams. The other reason is that the middle or upper class, especially public employees in the capital, frequently use loans for buying new cars. 

The colors of number plates are different between the car with loans and the car without loans, in order to find which one is still a collateral.
Quite interesting.


Here is Vientiane, Laos

23 November, 2013

cable car, coffee flavor and seagulls

Waiting at the cable-car stop, which was at the bottom-end of a long slope near San Francisco Bay area, I felt a little bit chilly even though it was in the middle of August. Maybe, inside this foggy town, this kind of cold summer was not special, but seems to be a part of everyday life. It was in the evening, and I was standing in the long line waiting for this famous cable-car going over steep slopes ranging north, south, west and east, whatever.

Some people in the line sipping on cups of coffee, which apparently they took from the Starbucks located in front of this stop. As usual in this cold evening, the Starbucks kept giving off the familiar roasted beans flavor. Then, I decided what I would do. So, turning back and checking how many people coming after me, I found not so many were there and I just left from the line and came to the Starbucks. Until I sipped on my cup of coffee, and took my first bite out of a marble pound cake, some seagulls were flying and mewing above people still waiting for the cable-car. The evening came deep at the time, and the gulls looked like swimming in the sea of orange twilight.  

San Fransisco, California.

17 November, 2013

a restaurant on an island in a pond

Sometimes , I saw a couple of horses in the Cambre forest at the weekend, especially in autumn. Of course, they were not the wild ones, and it was doubtlessly strong probabilities that when seeing horses on Sunday, sunny afternoon, you would also find several horse-carrier bonded firmly with tails of large sized vehicles.

I was just running around the main road, which was extended just like number "8" shape in the forest, and one of its two loops had a relatively large sized pond at its center. This pond was so large that it had its own island, again at its center, on which a casual restaurant was located and I heard that it had a good reputation through the Internet. 


The problem in here was that there was no bridge to reach there. Running around the pond, and wondering how people would react if they face the unchangeable fact that they might have no mean to reach the restaurant, but prepare to swim, after making a reservation. So, I just had a sigh of relief, when I found there were two rafts, fixed at piers, waiting for the season opening, maybe, at the beginning of the next spring, when all ices on the pond will be broken and melted completely.
 

 Here was in the Cambre forest, Brussels.

09 November, 2013

vineyard and swimming pool in the bourgone

It was in the middle of summer, several years ago. At the time, my GPS was suddenly frozen and oddly stopped catching signals from a satellite. I drove my beloved blue Peugeot 207 on a highway going to Beaune from Dijon, where I never came before, thus, doubtlessly I was a new comer knowing nothing which exits or routes I should go without my mighty GPS. So, quite naturally, I had no choice but took first exit I found after having lost any GPS-signals, and entered an unknown small town in the Bourgogne region.

The town was located between gentle hills covered with quasi-ever green, most parts of which were, of course, vineyards. I drove around this small town for looking for a parking space, where I stopped my Peugeot in order to figure out what was going on with my GPS. The town was so small that in fact, I hardly found any parking lots, so, made a short stop on a small open space in front of a high school. 

To say precisely, it was in front of the school's outside swimming-pool, so, while waiting for my GPS coming normal after completing shutdown and restart operation, I just listened to joyful cheers of students enjoying their swimming lessen in the summer afternoon. I felt dry and gentle breezes coming from my car window, and they also went inside an old three-story apartment next to the high school, opened its windows widely.

Here was in the small town, Bourgogne, France.