Saturday, September 29, 2012

Nha Hang Ngon, Saigon

Ngon restaurant is our default restaurant when craving for Vietnamese food.  Housed in a colonial-style building with big windows,  the food is good,  the price is right, and the place does not feel cramped, though most times its bustling with locals and tourists.

We also like to bring guests here;  their appreciation of Vietnamese food is deepened by the experience.


Che (sweets) on earthen bowls

The restaurant boasts of variety, with different food purveyors from appetizers to main course, drinks and dessert.  The vendors used to be street vendors,  those who excelled in the local dishes they prepare,  gathered into one location.  Brilliant concept, eh?

This restaurant is much blogged and written about,  nothing new for me to add. 

Cha Gio (fried spring rolls)
Go around first and see the purveyors preparing the dishes. Dining in the courtyard and the upper floor is recommended.  The big windows and airy ambience make the dining experience more pleasant.



Bun Bo Hue noodles

Quan An Angon at 160 Pasteur St.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Stratford upon Avon

This place is as beautiful as it sounds.  A quaint town along the Avon river,  made famous as the birthplace of William Shakespeare, the famous English playwright and poet.

As the bus made its way around town,  my heart started racing - it was so pretty, so post-card perfect!  Our tour group only had a couple of hours there, so I didn't join my colleagues in their fish-and-chips lunch;  instead I walked around town.


The Petter Rabbit Shop

The Nutcracker Christmas Shop
The shops, oh la la!  Christmas is my favorite time of the year.  Was sooo delighted with The Nutcracker Christmas shop -- Christmas songs playing,  colourful Yuletide trinkets all over all year round.   

The Peter Rabbit shop.
The shops with candies and  chocolate truffles...
I bought my lunch-to-go - a cinnamon pastry and hot chocolate - at the Food for Love;  the place hadn't found true love as the food was downright lousy.


We visited Shakespeare's home. (The photos I took inside the house weren't that nice.  Darn!)  In the courtyard,  again picture-perfect with blooms in the garden, a couple would go into a soliloquy, acting out part of his plays.  Delightfully entertaining!  Mario would have loved this.

I sooo enjoyed Stratford upon Avon,  and I wish we had more time to explore the place.  Hopefully, there will be a next time.



Here are a few more photos :
Me :)
Lotsa goodies inside

The Food of Love

















Wednesday, July 25, 2012

West End : Phantom of the Opera

At the entrance.
Phantom of the Opera poster behind me
I simply had to watch a classic.  Phantom of the Opera it should be.  John Salvador, a colleague from the US, strongly suggested I should - he specifically mentioned that it was "interesting how they did the chandelier".  With that kind of prodding, I didn't have much willpower to resist the temptation.  Together with Jo (the only one who wanted to watch Phantom as well),  I rushed to the theatre after the Monday session.

Watching Phantom was one of the highlights of my London trip. Wow! Phenomenal!

At the start, the set looked gloomy, cramped and cluttered... Remember the play started with the auction?  I understood later - it was necessary because there were quite a number of changes in the setting, a stage and backstage, elevations and stairs and grand staircases, sailing the "underground river" to reach the Phantom's lair.  It all worked quite well somehow.  The costumes were grand.  Christine was pretty (she should be, that's why Raoul and the Phantom were both smitten with her),  and her voice sounded pure and heavenly.  (Still, no comparison to the original soundtrack with Sarah Brightman and Michael Crawford.)

Her Majesty's Theatre
Angel of Music and Phantom of the Opera were my favorite songs in the soundtrack.  Christine and her friend Meg  beautifully sang Think of Me... As soon as I heard the Phantom's echoing voice saying "I am your angel of music"...I got the goosebumps. 

When the Phantom took Christine on a boat to his lair, singing the Phantom of the Opera, I sang along quietly, gripped Jo's arm and felt like I was on a high.  As they sailed on the "river", with the glimmering lights and the fog, lampposts started rising as the boat passed along, I felt "Wow"! The music, the moment, the setting.  Just perfect... It was dreamlike - I never thought I'd have the opportunity to watch it in West End!  

I must confess I felt sleepy when Act 2 started (still jetlagged, I couldn't help taking a quick nap, almost sacrilegious isn't it?).  As the rest of the story unfolded, I was again mesmerized. The Phantom's singing and acting was just so captivating.  I could feel his emotions, his love, his anguish, his pain. I was sooo into the moment.  His voice was phenomenal and quite powerful.  Deservedly, he had the longest standing ovation.

I really hope I will have the opportunity to watch it again.

West End : Rock of Ages

I love music.  Lately, I've been listening a lot to old songs, mostly remake from Glee, and the 80s.  Since we knew we'd be going to London, Jo and I planned to watch a play - I recommended Rock of Ages on the day of our arrival. Rock of Ages features many songs from the 80s. AlsO, we didn't have much choices, not many plays were showing on a Sunday night.

RoA was a cheesy love story, pretty funny and high-energy,  it was quite entertaining (though I had to bear the bad words and the very suggestive dancing). The love story between Drew and Sherrie made me feel romantic. The acting was good, and everyone in the cast had a beautiful, powerful voice, especially the Stacey Jaax character. (I would not say the same thing about Mamma Mia which we also watched. Really.)

It was off to a slow start, I didn't feel connected right away, until Sherrie sang More Than Words.  Set in Sunset Strip, the story revolved around Drew and Sherrie, young lads pursuing their dreams in the big city -he to be a rock star and her to be an actress.  None of those dreams materialized, but they found love in each other - I Wanna Know What Love Is, Waiting for a Girl Like You, The Search Is Over, you get the picture of the level of cheesiness.  

(A parallel story is how a father-son property developer planned to tear down Sunset Strip, convincing the mayor to abandon the sex, drugs, rock lifestyle. There were protests against it,  hence the singing of We Built This City, another '80s favorite.  In the end, Sunset Strip remained.) 

Lonny Barnett, the narrator, ended the play saying that on The Strip, sometimes the dreams with which you enter are not always the dreams with which you leave, but they still rock.  A quotable quote, dont you think?  The Don't Stop Believin' finale brought the house down! 

For those who loved the songs from the 80s,  I recommend the play.

A Grand Start to My London Trip

It's my first trip to the UK and, as always, I'm giddy with excitement. 

London is bustling, modern yet still had that old world chic, it's interestingly diverse, very cosmopolitan.  Rome was charming but it felt old and decaying inspite of the grandeur;  it's definitely past its heyday.  Barcelona has that modern vibe and old world charm as well,  but London just felt more sophisticated and urbane.  I love it.

Everytime I go to a new city,  I love to simply walk around and feel the place as soon as I arrive.  We landed at 6am, with barely a wink during the long, uncomfortable flight;  my colleagues and I just dropped off our bags at the hotel, then hit the road.  Breakfast would be at Hyde Park, at 350 acres one of the largest parks in London and one of the four Royal Parks.  It is a 20-minute walk from the hotel.  I was told the cafe will be along the Serpentine lake.  How cool is that?!!

Equestrienne in Hyde Park
On the way, I started soaking in the sights around me -- the posh apartments with flowers on the window sill, the beautiful architecture of the Museum of Natural History, the Royal Albert Hall.  Hyde Park is indeed big;  it  the very green park teeming with joggers, bikers and even elegantly-dressed  equestrienne.  In true English fashion, the weather was fickle with the sun and a light drizzle alternating while we walked,  it was also quite cold.  It felt strange - summer but we were all bundled up, for me summer means shorts and halter tops!

Lido cafe
After what seemed like a circuitous route inside the park,  we reached Lido cafe.  What a lovely place!  My spirits quickly soared.  We chose to sit outside, where we could watch the ducks on the lake.  (There was ongoing construction across the lake, most likely related to the upcoming Olympics. The triathlon will be held in Hyde Park.)  As we chatted and shared food,  the clouds parted and the sun shone. 

Serpentine lake behind me
What a grand start to my London trip. 


Monday, June 18, 2012

Music Makes Me Happy

You must sing well!

One of the usual remarks I get when people come to know I'm Filipino.  I don't sing well.  I can carry a tune, but not well enough for people to want to hear me sing again.

I love music. I grew up with music. As a child, I listened to all the 70s music that my older siblings, then teenagers, would play on the radio and the cassette player.  I remember liking songs from Saturday Night Fever.  My older cousins who lived across the street would also play music quite loudly on their hi-fi stereo. The stereos then were as big as a today's TV cabinets, with a long player to boot. What fond memories I have of those years.

During the 80s and the 90s, I was glued to the radio.  From heavy metal to punk rock, new wave, pop and light jazz.  I loved the 80s, the era of big hair and shoulder pads, and of synthesizers. My high school friends and I argued on who was better,  Duran Duran vs Spandau Ballet,  Tears for Fears vs Depeche Mode, etc.  I had posters of these bands in my room, bought Jingle songbooks when my allowance allowed, watched as much music videos as I can. And, for the love of music, I learned playing the guitar on my own.

For a time, my interest waned, replaced with household and work matters. Now with the kids growing up, I'm attuned with the latest once again.  I've found a whole new pleasure again in music. I put on my earplugs at every opportunity.  From Christian music on my way to work in the morning, I listen to whichever music suits my fancy during the day. From Earl Klugh & David Benoit, new wave hits  (just now, I'm playing Howard Jones' "What Is Love" and When In Rome's "The Promise" and love the synths), the boy bands, Sting and Bryan Adams (my favorites), the more recent hits from Linkin Park to Rihanna and Bruno Mars, and Glee, of course! Loud songs are reserved to lunch hours and after-office hours, when I'm by myself in the office. Yesterday,  my daughter was so surprised that I know Carly Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe",  and even more surprised when I showed her the A&F video full of fab bods! 

Listening to my favorite songs gives me energy, makes me feel younger; old faves brings back pleasant memories. Studies show that music helps people relax and release stress. It can alter the mood - the effect depends on the music one listens to, of course.  I agree. 

It really doesn't take much to make me happy.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Leaving Home

Where is home?

School has just ended.  The kids are happy to rest and relax, no pressures on homework and projects for the next couple of months.  It also means saying goodbye to some friends whose families are moving out of Vietnam.  Soon, it will be our turn.

At age 11, I left home for the first time. I stayed in a boarding house in the city during my high school years, and went home every weekend.  At university, I stayed in a campus dorm and went home every month.  The kids had their first stay of "leaving" when we moved to KL.  After a while, we settled down and KL felt like home.  We met good people who patiently helped us find our way - where the wet market was, what to do when we got a parking ticket - helped us move to a new apartment, and with whom we spent holidays and had barbecue parties with.  After a few years, we left home. To go back home.

The world seems smaller now, more people are moving, and moving again.  A sense of adventure, discovery and desire for growth had taken hold of the younger generation especially. Connectivity in this digital world made being apart more manageable.  As people move, settle down, move again, where really is home?

Home, to us, is where our loved ones are, where we feel comfortable to be and accepted for who we are.  My daughter H has been to 5 schools.  Yes, the adjustment has not been easy but when I asked her if all the moving has been hard?  She said "not really as long as we're all together". 

And when one has to leave home,  here's a quote from Donald Miller  :
“Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.” 
Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road



Sunday, June 10, 2012

My BEST Brownies

Brownies. True comfort food for me.  Over the past month, my daytimes have been  filled with meetings, even during lunchbreaks!  I get to check and respond to emails, make presentations and all that stuff, only in the evenings.

Feeling stressed,  and guilty as well (the kids just started summer holiday and I've been working mostly),  I decided to bake brownies. It could lighten my guilty conscience. 

Maybe the feelings of love and good intentions that were poured into it helped make those brownies truly terrific – moist, fudgy  and super chocolatey. Not far from the brownies I buy in Voelker or L'uisine (and friendlier to my wallet!).

My kids tell me they're "awesome" and "yummy".  Their actions speak louder than words - they've been devouring it.

What I used and did :
Berry Crocker’s Ready Mix Brownies - Dark Chocolate
-  mixed per pack directions (with ½ cup melted butter, ¼ cup water and 2 eggs)
Plus 3 tbsp of Van Houten unsweetened cocoa powder and 1 egg (for more fudgy, cake-like brownies)
I made 3 trays 
      1st tray - plain
      2nd tray - I added chopped Lindt dark-chocolate-mint
      3rd tray - I topped with chopped toasted cashew nuts
I baked the brownies at 170 degrees Centigrade. After 20 minutes, I turned off the oven.  (I actually forgot to take them out as I was checking emails. Felt so relieved the brownies still turned out great.)

The kids and I have been playing a game (similar to taboo) this morning,  munching on them continuously,  especially the younger boys.  Guilty conscience now officially relieved.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Saigon Eats : The Elbow Room


Saturday afternoons are my me-time. Reading a book, taking a nap, getting a massage, or catching up with friends.  I had a great time today with my friend R.  the trust and openness we have towards each other makes our conversations truly enjoyable.  There's confidence  that what's been shared between us remained between us.

Since I could not say anything about what we talked about, I'm wiring about the cafe instead.
The Elbow Room is a delightful little place along Pasteur St.  I liked the ambience, it was quiet and relaxing (except for when a young Japanese boy who threw a tantrum and started screaming and kicking).  The deco was simple but charming. The service was almost flawless,  the servers were attentive but not intrusive.


From what I had, I'd day say the food is nothing to rave about. Not bad but nothing very noteworthy either. I chose the Elbow Room smoothie, it was not smooth at all, it had loads of icicles; the coffee was good and the vanilla syrup made it taste a bit more special;  R swears by the spicy shrimp pasta though. 

To be fair, I havent tasted must of the food in the menu.  I plan to come back with the kids for brunch;  the Chef's Specials and the all-day breakfast seemed interesting.


 

Monday, April 30, 2012

Better Than Sleep?

Last night, I went to bed earlier.  I've had migraine for the past two days which wouldn't not go away with my usual medication.  Lack of sleep most likely - the past week, I was catching up on work till late at night, shutting down usually around 2am... But a good sleep was not to be had.

Around 1:30 am,  my 8-year old son woke me up saying he got severe pain on his right ear and could not sleep.   I let him slid in beside me, asked a few "diagnostic questions" - when did he start having the pain, did he poke his ear with something pointed or sharp, etc.  While gently rubbing the painful ear,  I quickly checked the internet for info on ear pains among kids.  Most probably, ear infection,  nothing serious I hope... he was able to sleep soon after taking paracetamol.  I could not.

This morning,  J remained matamlay, and still had fever.  He wanted me near him always.  I still felt light-headed, but there was a warm feeling inside - I felt special and needed.  It's a feeling much greater than having enough sleep.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Korean Barbecue

Lunch was Korean barbecue. Thin slices of brisket, marinaded and barbecued on a hibachi. Fairly easy to do. And wrapped on lettuce leaves or young cabbage, fairly healthy as well.

Backtracking a bit : we went to District 7, and had lunch in a Korean resto; a few times we've been in the area, I noticed the place was always packed with Koreans. I figured food must be good and authentic. 

The barbecue was lovely.  And it looked quite easy to prepare, can be done at home I thought. I'd like to do it using a Korean-type grill, a dome-shaped metal affair on stove-top.

I was happy to find that type of grill in Lotte Mart in D7.  I bought packed brisket slices as well.  (The prepacked brisket turned out quite fatty, they packed it in such a way that the fat was hidden. Maybe better to buy brisket from Metro and slice it thinly ourselves.)  After googling a simple recipe for bulgogi marinade, I'm all set for our Korean barbecue.  

The marinade was a mixture of light soy sauce, liquid seasoning, sesame oil, rice wine, brown sugar, and some salt & pepper. 30 minutes in the marinade was just enough for the meat to absorb the flavours. Grilling using the hibachi was quite easy; the meat browned fast and the first few slices were almost burnt :)
Stove-top grill - see the small hole on
the side where the fat drains out

The kids really loved it!  M and I loved to eat it dipped in Korean red chili paste.  This dish is definitely a keeper.











Friday, March 2, 2012

Easy Beef Stroganoff

When the kids don't finish their packed lunch, I worry they don't get enough nutrition. I want them to have good food, something easy to gobble up during lunch break, while chatting with their friends. (They play & chat more than eat!)

I found a crockpot beef stroganoff recipe at Cooks.com. It was nutritious, easy-to-prepare, and easy-to-eat. The ingredients are quite simple too!  (I get intimidated with recipes with a long list of ingredients.)

Here's my version :

    1/2 k beef strips (sirloin)
    1 small onion, chopped
    1clove garlic, chopped
    3 tbsp liquid seasoning (I use Knorr or Maggi)
    1 small can Campbell's cream of mushroom soup, 1/4 cup water
    1 small can sliced button mushrooms

Marinade the beef strips in liquid seasoning and pepper for 30 minutes.  Put all ingredients except the mushroom in the crock pot;  rinse the soup can with some water and mix it in to help dilute the sauce. Cook in high for 2 hours, stir every 30 minutes. Add the sliced mushroom and cook in low for another hour.  Serve hot.

The meat's really tender, and the sauce flavorful.  Great with steamed rice or sliced baguette.

Here's the original recipe; sour cream is added before serving.
http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1727,157187-234204,00.html

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Is Your Workplace Like This?

I was reading the book "A Colossal Failure of Common Sense" by Larry McDonald.  (It's obvious from the title - the book is about the collapse of  Lehman Brothers. Even without reading the book, anyone could tell uncontrolled greed is the main reason behind the recent financial meltdown. This book is a good read.)

I'm not writing about the global financial crisis.

First, some background info. The author and a friend started a website, offering information about convertible bonds. Loads of hardwork researching and offering information about the bonds offered in the market, as well as their evaluation of those bonds - which ones are worth buying and which are crap - made their website popular. Morgan Stanley bought them off, and the 2 friends became dotcom multi-millionaires.

Moving to MS, they felt the huge difference between how things work and get done in their start-up company and in an organization like MS.

In Chapter 3 of his book, the author said :
"The whole ethos of a major company is different. There’s people forever trying to cover their own asses, people who have somehow carved an entire career out of making small but telling criticisms of other people’s work. That’s because in a big corporation, the guy who spots a screw-up is somehow cleverer and more valuable than the guy who wrote the forty-page marketing plan in the first place."

Nice!  So eloquently put, don't you think?
Have you worked with people like that?  Made you feel like you want to smack them in the face hahaha

My three common-sensical take-aways :

1.  The colossal failure of common sense is if the head of any company allow such culture to permeate, much less flourish in the organization. My view - that will only happen if the head is like that himself. The leader sets the tone, pace, values in the organization. The buck stops with him/her.

2. Learn to be thick-skinned. One cannot avoid presenting to smart people (and smart-a__s).  Gotta learn to deal with them -- if the tough question is from the smart ones, they're adding value.  Don't be on the defensive. If from the smart-a_s, maybe say "that's a good question, what do you think we should do?".  

3.  Focus on doing excellent work, in adding value. Be sincere, no matter if everyone else isn't. (I think I've experienced that!)  Be a role model and contribute to creating a culture that builds values.




Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Family Meals Matter - A Lot!

During a visit to my parents
Our family holds fast to our tradition of eating meals together.

Growing up in the province, we always have dinner together. Same with Sunday lunches. Everyone was expected to be home by dinner time. I don't recall much about what we talked about during meal times - local politics maybe, even what's latest about the neighbors :)

Studies show that having regular family dinner helps children get better nutrition, also better grades. Plus it reduces the likelihood of them smoking, getting into drugs, having eating disorders, getting into trouble. I read this first years ago as a feature article in a Sunday newspaper. Google "benefits of family dinner"  and lots of websites (like the 2 below) will pop out.

We didn't have to read articles like these to know. When we started our family, my husband and I didn't even have to discuss it - we instinctively knew that family meals was the natural thing to do. Sharing our daily lives is an essential part of being a family, not just sharing last names and living under one roof.

The kids set the table. They like having their own
identifiable cup or glass to drink from :)
I look forward to dinnertime. We get to share how our day was. The other night, we talked about the boys' visit to a vegetarian restaurant, a class field trip - we asked what did they eat, how did it taste, did they try something new...When eating together, we get to notice also when someone is unusually quiet, or has a bad cough, or has long, dirty fingernails that need trimming :)  Big or small, these concerns need our attention and early intervention... During weekends, they help prepare the food, set the table and do the dishes...We believe the talks and the tasks contribute to character-building, to shaping their views about life, about the world.

I've read an article on how family dinners are good for parents, too. Not just for the kids.
http://www.slate.com/articles/life/family/2008/07/the_macandcheese_effect.html

Great findings but does it take research to know that? The family is a unit, a whole - one part gets problematic, the rest gets affected. And vice-versa. Don't parents feel happy and fulfilled when their kids are doing well in school, behaving properly and growing up responsibly? I do. I believe most parents do. It's a no-brainer, in my view.

As a working mom over the past 20 years, I know I have missed countless opportunities to network and build professional relationships - over dinner or even weekends;  I go when necessary but not that active :)I don't have regrets. My kids are doing well in school, they are thoughtful and caring, helpful at home. Call me simple but this for me is happiness.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Sunday Lunch at Ngon Restaurant

We usually go out for lunch on Sundays.  It's a simple way of breaking the monotony of the week, especially for the kids.  After all, Sunday is rest day.









We like Vietnamese food. Simple, flavorful, with lots of greens/veggies so healthier, I suppose.  One of our favorites in Saigon is Ngon restaurant in Hai Ba Trung St.
The restaurant is in a colonial French villa, with high-ceilings and tall windows;  though usually crowded, the place is airy and charming, especially at night. 

It's different from the older Quan An Ngon.  Both are very popular with tourists, with similar concept of having some of the best streetfood in Saigon housed under one roof.  The kids liked to go around the food stalls, watching the food being prepared - steaming soup which servers ladle from huge cauldrons to bowls, greens and fresh herbs, glutinous rice dishes with various types of fillings, skewered chicken/beef/pork being barbecued...

Vietnamese fastfood,
with the dishes assembled upon ordering

Che (sweets/desserts) in earthen pots,
mostly cooked in coconut milk


We went there for lunch today.  It's our maid's day-off, and I wasn't in the mood to cook. The place was bustling as usual.  Cha gio as starter, then we each had noodles or rice as main dish and a dessert - the bill came up to less than VND 600k/US$60. Quite reasonable and we all felt full and satisfied.

Cha Gio (Vietnamese fried spring roll)


Steamed rice with porkchop
and shredded porkskin
 

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Cambodian Crafts in Les Artisans D' Angkor

Wondering what other things to do during our stay in Siem Reap, I looked up Les Artisans D'Angkor - mentioned in websites for shopping of high-quality Cambodian crafts, but the guided tour of the workshops seemed interesting.

Here's a bit of background first...
A country's crafts are part of its culture and identity,  of what makes a culture unique. Cambodian has a rich heritage on craftsmanship in silkmaking, stone and wood carvings (the Angkor temples are proof enough!) and silvercraft.
The reign of the Khmer Rouge espoused a communist agrarian utopia. During those years (1975-1979), an estimated 20-25% of the population of Cambodia died (some said it was one of the worst genocide in this century).  As the Khmer Rouge pushed to have a fully agrarian-based society, many of the craftsmen died (killed, died of starvation or hard labor). And since all forms of trade and business were discouraged as well, the skills and artistic heritage were feared lost.
In the early 90s, the CEFP was founded to help train young Cambodians learn crafts and have a means of living. In the process, they also rediscover their artistic traditions and heritage. Artisans d'Angkor was an offshoot of the school. (This is their story http://www.artisansdangkor.com/html/artisans_angkor/story.php)

For Day 1 in Siem Reap, we planned to just explore the city, understand a bit of the country and its people (and take it easy after the looong bus ride the day before.)  First stop, the Old Market. But not many shops open as it was the day before Lunar New Year. So we proceeded to Les Artisans D'Angkor workshop.

A guide approached us as soon as we got off the tuktuk. His name was Kim (he told us the tour is free). What a darling he was! Enthusiastic, energetic, funny. He led us first to the silkpainting workshop, then to the wood carvings & lacquering, stone carvings and finally, silver plating. He explained well the processes involved, showed what the item looks like across the different stages, how long each process took, patiently answered all the questions we had. The kids liked his sense of humor. Plus Kim had a clear loud voice - a good thing cos  we can still hear him clearly even as groups came & went to each stop.

Only the tour itself would do justice to all the wonderful things they were doing at the workshop. 
deaf/mute lady painting silk
wood carving on rosewood and teakwood
 
Kim and D carvinga piece of wood


carving elephants from sandstone
A token was expected at the end of the tour; we gave Kim a generous tip. We invited him to have lunch with us but he declined, he said he had a lunch date with a friend to celebrate LNY.

After the tour, we went to the boutique, showcasing the various products from these workshops. Brilliant idea! By then, the tourists had seen all the effort & sweat that went into making each item, plus the knowledge that proceeds helped sustain the workers' families. The items didn't seem as pricey anymore :)  We also reserved slots in the 1:30pm shuttle for the afternoon visit to the Silk Farm; we were told to be back by 1:15pm.
After lunch, we went to the Silk Farm, 16km away. The ride and the tour were again free, passengers/visitors are expected to give the driver and guide some token. Our guide seemed tired and uninterested, but went through the motion of showing us how silk is made. Hope the pix help :
the mulberry field where they get the
leaves to feed the worms

the yellow cocoons
which the silkworms weave

cocoons being boiled to get the silk fiber

 -  the cocoons are boiled 2x to get the fiber

1st boiling - the outer layer which is the raw silk

2nd boiling - the finer, softer layer inside which becomes fine silk



 
 
bleached silk thread (L),
coloured silk thread (R)


  -  the silk threads/fiber are dyed, some using natural ingredients  (coconut husk for brown colour, achuete/annatto for deep orange, etc.)

-  then spun and wound around spindles


 - patterns are made manually on the silk threads (those white patterns are tiny bundles of silk threads; marks are left on the threads after dyeing)

 - the threads are then handwoven to make scarves, etc.


I could only imagine how tired the hands of the workers were at the end of the day.  (I hope they don't immediately wet their hands when they get home, "baka mapasma: :) 


The tour was done in an hour. At the end is again an LAdA boutique. French tourists were having a shopping frenzy when we went in. Compared to Europe, they probably find the prices still quite reasonable given the quality. We bought a few items as well, our way of supporting artisanship and a good cause.

We recommend a tour of the Les Artisans D'Angkor workshop.  For my son D, it was the highlight of our Siem Reap holiday. 

Tip :  If tired and hot after the trip, ask to be dropped off at the corner opposite Terasse des Elephants, right before the shuttle makes the turn to the narrow lane going to LAdA. On that corner, get  a foot massage ($3 for 30 mins, $5 for 1 hr) and/or some snacks across the street in Blue Pumpkin cafe (this one's the smaller branch I think).