MANILA - If you've lived in Singapore long enough, you'll understand that you can only stay on that tiny island for very long. Things are starting to get to me, I'm bored, and there is no excitement. I never thought that I would miss Manila chaos. So I decided that it was time for a short trip back home. It was just in time to celebrate Father's day, a friend's 30th, and satisfy my craving for the local food.
Lengua @ Larry's Bar Best lengua I've tried, it melts in your mouth!
SINGAPORE - Day five was more of an errand/shopping day. However, I managed to make mum try one of Singapore's signature dish, Laksa. I had tried Laksa in several places, but it never really tasted right. I could see the potential of how it could taste amazing, but for me it always lacked that rich coconut flavour. When I was living in Marine Parade, behind my apartment was the famous Katong Laksa, but even that was not as good as the one an Uncle of mine recommended. It's in the food court of the Peninsula Shopping Centre in City Hall.
Laksa @ Peninsula Shopping Centre
I had to work most of the remaining days, but we managed to squeeze in a visit to the Esplande (also known as The Durian), Merlion and dinner at Forlino's. Unfortunately, the food in Forlino's was not as amazing as it had been on my birthday. I later found out that they had changed their chef, which was such a shame really.
The Merlion and the unfinished IR Marina Bay Sands (behind)
Sadly, mum's visit had to end. However, the night before she left, I made sure she tried Singapore's infamous Hainanese Chicken Rice at Chatter Box, Mandarin Hotel. Everyone swears by the Chicken Rice in Chatter Box, but I didn't really impress me. The view on the other hand was amazing!
SINGAPORE - It was great to have my mum visit. I made sure she got to see all the touristy spot that we hadn't seen when we visited when I was younger, also which didn't exist.
It started with Dinner at Carnivore, a Brazilian restaurant at CHIJMES. There's a set price and they go around your table with different kinds of meats (lazy man's buffet). You are given a card, and when the green side faces up on your table, they come over and offer you some meat, and when red, they leave you to eat your meal. It's worth visiting when in Singapore.
The next day we headed to Little India to have Dosai at Ananda Bhavan. It's a tiny canteen like place, but for me the food tastes authentic and it's much better than The Banana Leaf Apollo. It's also one forth the price. After lunch, it was a short stroll to Sim Lim Center, electronic haven. However, some people find that the things you buy in Sim Lim are dodgy, so Funan might be a better place to check out electronics when in SG. We then headed by taxi to Arab Street. It's very near Little India, but I can never get my head around how to get there from Little India. Arab Street is one of my favourite places in Singapore. It's extremely quite because of the Sultan's Mosque being situated there. Along the stretch are tiny shops mostly selling Pashminas which in my opinion is the best place to buy it. There are a few places to eat along that area, but nothing to write home about.
On the third day, we decided to explore the Tanjong Pagar area, which was near our hotel. First stop of course was to visit Maxwell Hawker Center. It's not my favourite Hawker Centre, but some people (Anthony Bourdain) swears by it. I much prefer Lau Pa Sat and Newton Centre. The queues for some of the stalls were crazy so we decided to have lunch somewhere else. Along that road are a few temples, they have the Buddha Tooth Relic Temple, which is an amazing structure and it's rather stunning to visit at night. They also have The Sri Mariamman which is the first Hindu temple in Singapore (located in China Town). As it was a Saturday, we decided to head to Sentosa. I knew the place to take her for lunch. Chilli crab by the sea, at Palawan Beach. I know there are other places in Singapore that have the best Chilli Crab, but eating it by the beach is just the best experience, in my opinion. After lunch, we went for a long stroll by the beach and had some ice cream to cool down. We were a bit sun stroked, tired (after managing to sneak in shopping at Vivocity) and needing a lay down. The evening was spent in the hotel ordering room service. Ah, that's the life!
Day four was my favourite day. We had a leisurely breakfast and long rest at our hotel after which, we headed to Raffles Hotel. I had made a reservation at the Tiffin Room, Raffles Hotel for High Tea. In my opinion, it was a lot better and a lot more elegant than the Bar and Billiard Room's High Tea, which was a buffet. I loved how they would bring you a tier which contained scones, sandwiches and pastries, which was equally nice as the High Tea at The Savoy in London. This for me, is a must when in Singapore.
High Tea at the Tiffin Room, Raffles Hotel
I couldn't let my mum leave Raffles Hotel without trying the infamous Singapore Sling at the Long Bar, where it was created by Ngiam Tong Boon, a bartender working at the Long Bar in Raffles Hotel Singapore before 1915. Apparently, owing to the large number of orders, the drink has been pre-mixed and are dispensed using an automatic dispenser that combines both alcohol and pineapple juice to pre-set volumes. I can't say that this is a drink I look forward to have (only because it's a tad bit too sweet), but when in Singapore you have to try it. Throw a few peanuts on the floor while you're at it! :) After the Raffles experience, we made our way to the Singapore Flyer. The best time to go is around 7 pm, because the sun starts to set at around 7:15 pm. So you get to see the view of Singapore both in the day and at night.
We thought of having dinner at Clarke Quay, but couldn't find anything suitable for a Sunday evening. So we made our way instead to Bodega Y Tapas, and it was a great way to end such a lovely day.
SINGAPORE - Massive Christmas tree at Parkway Parade; Orchard Road is decked up with Christmas decorations. However, nothing beats the decors and vibe of Christmas in Manila and London. Did some last minute Xmas shopping before I go home for Christmas. Santa is on her way!
The evening of my second day in S'pore, was spent wandering around Tanjong Pagar and Chinatown. I quite liked this area in this city, it reminded me of the Soho area in London. Only, in my opinion, not as happening as Soho -- specially on a Saturday night.
I was wondering what and where to eat for dinner. Though I had a few places on my list, I wanted to try something typically Singaporean. That's when I found a Hawker Centre near me - Maxwell Food Centre.
More than the food, I found the pun signage in this hawker centre a lot more interesting. For example...
Why not buy some bread at Bread Pitt or some soy drink at Mr. Bean? They really love their puns... expect more in future posts.
Apart from the puns... I found this menu quite interesting...
Frog Congee anyone, for S$8? Maybe if I was with someone, I would have been inclined to try it. But because I was alone, and had never tried Frogs Legs Soup ever... I decided to skip this one... for now. The other stalls didn't offer much, which I hadn't already tried -- typically Asian food. Had I come here straight from Europe deprived of the stuff... it would have been a different story. However, I did find something that tickled my taste buds...
Pandan Coconut Balls. I bought two pieces (self-control put to a test here!), and enjoyed every bit of it! Unfortunately, that was all the food experience I did in that place, that night.
I walked up the streets of Chinatown with my map and uncomfortable shoes. Trying to get my bearings and trying to find the places I wanted to check out in this area. I went a whole round trying to find the Buddha Tooth Relic Temple, only to find out that if I walked straight out of my hotel for a few minutes, I would have seen it instantly.
It's an extraordinary sight/site, and I am glad I got to see it at night all lit up. If I may digress, I also liked the fact it was along Sago St. (Tapioca Pearls in Tagalog, and used in a lot of local drinks) tee-hee. This temple is a Buddhist temple in the middle of Chinatown, designed in the traditional Tang Dynasty. I didn't manage to go inside this temple (or any other temples in my trip as a matter of fact), however, the main attraction of this temple is a tooth relic of Buddha. It is placed in a two meter high stupa made of pure gold. In China, The Tang Dynasty is seen as the 'golden ages' of Buddhist art. Why is it called "Buddha Tooth Relic Temple though? Well, I read somewhere that Buddhist texts reveal that Buddha left behind four wisdom tooths and 40 tooth relics for the succeeding generations. Due to the religious significance of temples with relics they played an important role in spreading Buddhist beliefs.
A few meters away is yet another temple. The Sri Mariamman Temple -- it's the oldest (dating back to 1843) and first Hindu temple in Singapore, surprisingly enough, located in Chinatown. A sight to see both day AND night. The craftsmanship and maintenance of this building is remarkable. The temple is built in Dravidian style of architecture. Meaning, typically a pyramid shaped structure, which has intricately carved stones of deities, warriors and kings. The temple is dedicated to the goddess Mariamman, known for curing illnesses and diseases.
After feeding my sense of sight... it was now time to feed my sense of taste, for I was starving. Still not knowing what I really wanted... I wandered into back streets hoping to find something that would appeal to me. But then I got side track with two cool shops on Ann Siang Road. One of them I knew I wanted to check out, it was called Style Nordic. Everything Scandinavian (except the people working in it). The second shop was (surprise, surprise) -- a bookshop.
My hunger had to wait, I had to check out this independent-retro, soho-like bookshop. I absolutely love that fact that they didn't even have a sign for the shop. Just a scribble on the glass door with some black marker. The place was extremely cozy, surrounding me with books -- better yet... my sort of books! I find books in Singapore quite expensive. So I had to sigh, and leave and then realize I was still starving.
I ended up walking to Club Street. I could hear a bar with what I think were drunken tourists, singing shouting to Mr. Brightside of The Killers on karaoke... "Jealousy, turning saints into the sea...swimming through sick lullabies...choking on your aaaaaalibis..." and I though -- eerrr, no. So I found myself a quite place to dine (a little tooo quite)... I was the only one in the restaurant and this was a Saturday night!
At Eden Cafe, ironically enough their slogan is "where it all begins", sadly enough for me is where it ended, having Saffron Salmon with Mushroom. The place, which again was recommended by the Singaporean blogger, which again, I must have ordered the wrong thing. Or was everything just tasting bitter because I was having to dine alone?
My feet were killing me and I decided that I wasn't going to walk up and down this hilly area back to my hotel. I hailed a cab, and asked how much it was back to the hotel. Thinking it would be S$2.30 max, as it was very near (by taxi, not by painful shoes). But the driver replied S$8, and I said no thank you, and got out the taxi. It was S$8 from Orchard Road to my hotel. So I walked it. Slowly, but painfully.
Admittedly, this was a low end (only time in this trip) to the evening (not even going to disclose how pathetic the rest of the evening went).
So day two of my trip started with me waking up to a room smelling like I had a smoker for a roommate. I wasn't happy about that specially because I specified that I wanted a double bed, which I didn't get (let that slide) and I specified a non-smoking room/floor, didn't get that either. I was determined not to let things get to me and just enjoy what I could.
I went to have my first swim. At 7 am it was deserted. I was quite happy that I had the place to myself, only there were no life guards, no hotel staff in the area -- nothing! It kind of freaked me out (28 Days Later-esque). I wandered around the area, looking where I could change and get a towel. I found the changing rooms eventually, but still no towels. I manage to spot some towels in the gym (that too was deserted), but when I unfolded the towel it was slightly bigger than a hand towel. I guess that'll do, better than nothing, I thought. After a few laps (widthwise and not lengthwise -- the pool beautiful as it may be, freaked me out), I towelled myself off and rested on the lounge chairs. I then saw a fellow guest pull out a proper sized towels in a glassed cabinet at the pool-side bar. I eventually got up, took my stuff and my bruised ego back to my room and got ready for breakfast.
After having a great breakfast, on my way up to my room, the concierge greeted me and asked me how everything was. I said everything was going great (and it was) but told him about the problem regarding the smell of the room. He asked me if I would like to be moved. I told him I would be very pleased if he could manage it. He returns to me to me and says "I can give you a new room Madame, how long will you need to pack?". Fantastic! Within 15 minutes I was packed and moved to a new room. With no stench of smoke, a better view, but still -- twin beds.
I decided that for day two I would go back to Orchard Road and spend the morning shopping. Only, I got out of the Orchard Rd Station, walked a few blocks and then it started to piss down with rain.
It went from this:
To this within minutes!
Not a good day to be wearing a skirt and sandals, the puddles of water make it hard for me to walk! Anyhoo, I managed to back track and seek shelter first in Massimo Dutti. I wanted to check it out anyway. I eventually had to leave that store because I was dripping all over the place! The only next place for me to seek shelter was a bleeding Starbucks! I was stuck in there for about an hour, waiting for the rain to calm down. I sat in there thinking, off all the bloody places to be stuck on a holiday! When the heavy rain turned into drizzles, I went back to Wheelock Place (from the day before). I wanted to have a better look at what shops were there and found that they had quite a few unique shops. Roaming the very cool conical building I went up the escalator, which was going up in a curving fashion. Way cool! I saw this shop called Snails, I was very tempted to get my nails done. It was different from going to your usual salon. Everything about it yelled - PAMPER! But my wallet yelled back - 75 SG DOLLARS?!?!!! Maybe next time...
The rain had stopped so I moved on to the next mall -- Wisma Atria. Shops and more shops! Most of them were shops from London, enough to make you go insane! But I wasn't winning in the shopping front, and I realized that it was time for lunch. I had heard about Food Republic, again from blogs. It's basically a food court, only much nicer in my opinion. I couldn't decide where to eat and what to eat. The queues were rather long, so I ended up having Unagi Maki... Not a Singaporean meal... but when you are tired and hungry, anything will do.
After a going in and out a few shopping centers, I ended up at Paragon. This became my favorite place in SG to shop and but mostly window shop. Most of the brands are high-end, but you do have a few non high-end brands. The best part is that it has one of my favorite shops in London -- MUJI!!
Exploring Paragon, I ended up at the basement food court, which is where I was re-united with my childhood. There used to be a stall called Orange Julius in one of the supermarkets. And they had the best orange juice shake and hotdogs in town. There would always be queues. I decided to give it ago, wondering if it tasted like it did when I was a child. I hate to say it, but it did!
I left Paragon, and wondered off to another mall which I later found out was called The Heeren. There was a crowd gathered around a stage. I am not one to check these things out, but I saw this 'woman' dancing to Madonna's music. I realized that she was a guy. This sight made me laugh and amused for reasons I don't know why. But I left and went into HMV, but then was drawn back out and realized it was a dance off.
There was something about the vibe of this event, that didn't make me roll my eyes it like normally would. It was making everyone smile, it made me smile that's for sure. Check out this young Indian guy's feet! He dances like Michael Jackson!
I had left the Heeren and decided that today, apart from a few Muji purchases, was not a shopping day. Shopping for clothes in SG was hard, unless you are skeletal, clothes just don't fit right. I had to throw in the towel (yes the one from this morning's swim), and slowly call it a day. I was tired. But a happy tired. There was something about the vibe that afternoon that was just so lively but relaxed. I literally had a smile plastered on my face. Walking like a mad woman smiling for no reason. While walking, something else that I saw was was making me laugh.
There was a media crew walking a few paces ahead of me trying to get men to take off their shirts. For what reason or what they were promoting, I don't have a clue. A few young men were quite willing to do so, and some walked away in embarrassment. But there was a middle age Turkish man who was approach and was only but willing to take his shirt off! It is only in London that I used to see this crazy and funny things on the street. I didn't bother to wait to see him take his shirt off and I wasn't planning to photograph it as well! So I entered one of the funkiest buildings on Orchard Rd...
It's a place dedicated for tourist who wants any information about tourism in Singapore. What to do in the evenings, how to plan your holiday, booking for things, wall to wall of brochures and maps in different languages! Really smart.
I was really tired at this point, my feet were really killing me and I decided that I would take the taxi home. A new experience. I got a taxi within minutes. There is a part in Orchard Rd where taxi's queue up to take passengers. I got in and told the driver where I was staying. I got a really nice taxi driver, he asked me if I was on holiday and asked me if I had been on the Singapore Flyer. I said, no but that I was planning to. And he replied by saying "What's wrong with you! You are a very slow tourist!" hahahaha!!!! I responded by saying that I was a woman and that I did the shopping bit first. He gave me the most brilliant tip about going on the Singapore Flyer. He said, "Go at around 7 - 7:15 in the evening. It will still be daylight but by the time you reach the top you will have the reached the night view, so you get to see both day and night views". That was really smart! He then whipped out his mobile phone and handed it to me and said "Here watch..." and it was a clip of when he was on the flyer!
While he drove he was gave me a bit of background about the area I was staying in, and I decided, that the rest of the evening, I would go around Tanjong Pagar and the Chinatown area. He dropped me off at the hotel, and earnestly wished me a great holiday.
I'm back from my Zagreb holiday. Due to the weather condition in London my flight was delayed by two hours. It was extremely frustrating waiting for ages not knowing when my flight was going to be. But then when I arrived in Heathrow and my sister met me, I realised I was lucky that it was only delayed by two hours. Most flights were delayed a lot longer and some even cancelled.
Anyway, it's been a tiring day, but I leave you with the view I had whilst having my lunch in the air. I couldn't have asked for a better view whilst dinning -- The Swiss Alps.
In Trg Bana, the main square of Zagreb, lays an advent wreath. Each Sunday, just like the advent wreath, an additional candle is lit. I remember when I was in school (a catholic school), every year we would have to do the same. Each classroom would have an advent wreath to celebrate the advent season.
Yesterday, when we were in the square I noticed that all three candles were lit. Which means only one thing... 1 week till Christmas. And I am not done with my Christmas shopping, oh bugger.
Today in my visit in Zagreb, we spent the day with my brother's other half's family. Had a lovely lunch with her family including her grandfather. The spread of food was mouth watering and tasted even better. I'm stuffed like a turkey on a Christmas day!
After lunch my brother, Ivs and I decided to play Monopoly. My future sister-in-law has the Star Wars edition, which I thought was really funky! I got to be Darth Vader, She was R2D2 and my brother was Luke. Anyway, I don't think I ever got to play Monopoly before. Perhaps, I was too young when everyone else was into it. So this was quite exciting for me. Haha! I started off clueless then Iva and my bro had to explain to me the game. I was hesitant to buy any property at first... but that all changed. ;)
So yeah after a few hours of the game... and we called it quits... I am proud to say that the Indian business woman in me -- won!! Woohoo! But between you and me, I think they let me win! haha!
If this was real money, I would have made £4000 today! I can't wait for the next game!
On the 4th day of my holiday, look what came to meee... a cup with my raffaello ice cream :D
Raffaello Ice Cream
Bok! Hello from freezing cold Croatia! I have been having a great time so far, seeing family and sights. Not to mention food food food. I have much to tell in that department, but as I have forgotten my camera leed, that will have to wait until I return back to London. Thank God for camera phones, I say!
I finally was able to finally visit one of my favorite places in Zagreb, Vincek. This is where I discovered the best ice cream flavour (in my opinion) - Raffaello. It is based on a coconut chocolate which I love as well. So when I booked my ticket to come back to Zagreb, apart from seeing my brother and his other half, this was one of the things I couldn't wait to be reunited with.
We couldn't have picked a better day to have it, as it was one of THE coldest days in Croatia since I got here. It was 0 degrees outside. My brother asked me if I was sure if I wanted to have some ice cream. Fight fire with fire, I say! Well that's what my mom always told me.
It was as good as I remembered it to be, and I assured my brother that wont be the last time we will be visiting Vincek as I will need my fix!
A funny story I must share while we were in Vincek. I had to "pay a visit", and as I entered the loos I saw on my left a door, straight ahead a sink, and on my left an open door with a urinal and another door inside the urinal leading to the bathroom itself. So I made my way to the bathroom itself and did my business. Thinking to myself "that is an odd place to put a urinal... if a woman walks out, she is bound to see a man pissing!". So when I was done I headed towards the sink and I saw a man washing his hands looking at me strangely. A woman standing by the closed first door I saw and I realised that the door she was standing infront of had a sign of a woman's face. I wasn't surprised that the man looked at me strangely as I have gotten quite a bit of that here as I am foreign. Out of curiousity I turned around and I saw that the door behind me had a sign with a man's face on it. Hmm... no wonder he gave me strange looks! I had gone to the men's toilet! I shurgged like a Frenchman and thought "Sod it, I am a tourist, I don't care!" Hvala! Dovijena!
The experiences of your holiday starts from the moment you reach the airport. I always seem to attract these quirky experiences. Little did I know this time in Heathrow would bring quite a few. I wasn't quite ready for this as I have been alcohol induced and sleep deprived from the busy week and nights out.
It all started when I was in Heathrow airport and I was queuing for the checkpoint. They have this new pre-security check before the checkpoint proper, to verify you are not carrying any liquids in your hand luggage, and if you do, you will only be allowed 100ml and it needs to be placed in a clear plastic bag. Like airport security wasn't a pain in the ass already. Anyway, the whole queuing took about almost an hour. When I finally reached the security screen check I noticed there were tons of Spanish people about. For a moment I thought that I could be in an airport in Spain! I wish. As I was saying, I waiting for my turn to go through those blasted x-ray machines, when I saw a young Spanish family ahead of me. I admired the couple who had bags, and their baby, juggling everything trying to get passed this bit of the airport. Taking off coats, belts and shoes, the security people would believe asked the mother to remove her baby's little shoes off too. The Spanish people behind me couldn't believe it as well. "Que Madre! Que Padre!" is what I heard them express seeing that sight. Basically couldn't believe that they even asked for the baby's shoes to be removed. The little boy who was about 7 behind me told his mom in Spanish "You never know, maybe there is a bomb in the shoes of the baby..." haha! Anyway, I too went through that horrible check point. Coat, belt and boots removed, heavy bag on the conveyer, laptop as well. Pass through the x-ray, get frisked, grab stuff off the conveyer go to a corner to try and arrange yourself as you did when you first got to the airport. Phew, boy do you feel raped!
Anyway, I still had some time before going to the gates, so I decided to check out the Duty Free. Living in the Philippines, you would always look forward to knowing someone who just came back from abroad because that meant you had about 2 days after they arrived to go to Duty Free (a huge one too) and buy the things you couldn't really get in normal shops. After awhile, you get passed that, or at least I did. Anyway, I took this opportunity to check out some tax free goods. As I was paying for something, a middle aged Spanish man came up to me and said in Spanish "You are not English are you? Could you please tell me which is the price of this, this one or that one?" I always get tongue tied when I get put in the spot to speak Spanish. First of all why the heck would he think I could speak Spanish? I get some people telling me that I could pass for Spanish, Portuguese or Mexican. But to look similar and for someone to mistake you as one is totally different. I guess he was just lucky to I understood him and replied in pigeon Spanish. He must have been shocked if he did think I was Spanish and I spoke it so rubbishly.
After that Spanish impromtu pop quiz and buying my stuff. I decided it was time to go to the gate and wait to board. So I was sitting for a bit waiting to board when a baby girl came up to me and just looked at me. I smiled and said hello. A smiled appeared behind her dummy, prolly excited at the fact someone was paying attention to her. I could hear voices behind me trying to call her not to wonder around. Her parents I assumed. She came back and was making noises trying to have a conversation with me I assume. I then saw a man kneel down and I saw this finger beckoning her to go to him. Her dad I assumed. One thing I remember thinking was that damn he is tall and has long fingers, that he was rather greasy. He then gave her a bag of chips to amuse her with the sound. She took it and smiled and offered it to me. Cute. It was then time to board. Their family were the first one asked to board the plane. I wondered why, probably because they had a child.
Finally sat on the plane and getting settled, I then realized that my new buddy and her parents were sitting right in front of me. At one point the baby was unhappy with the flight and her dad put on Tellytubbies on his laptop. God lord. When she got bored with that she decided to stand on her seat and check out the people in the plane. And who does she see but me! hehe! She was waving at me and giggling and was being all cute.
Two hours later I was reunited with my brother. When he met me in airport I immediately told him the story about the cute baby I had met on the plane. As I finished telling him the story he told me to turn around and asked me if I knew who that person was cause he is a famous pianist.
When I saw who my brother was talking about I told him that, that was the guy with the baby I was talking about. It all made sense when he told me it was Maksim. I had heard about him during my last trip to Croatia because my soon to be sister-in-law's younger sister kept playing his CD and I had seen him on MTV in Manila years ago. But I never really saw him that up close and personal. Apparently his daughter's name is Leeloo which he had taken from the 5th Element. Why? It's such a rubbish movie! Anyway, he now lives in the UK and was having a concert on the 12th of December in Zagreb. How strange is that, both of us going to the same country on the same day to be in Zagreb for the 12th of December. Even stranger to find out that the younger sister had tickets to go to that very concert too. Spooky.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Every country seems to have different ways of celebrating Easter. In the Phils, I remember it being THE most boring time of the year. Everything on TV would be about the passion of Christ or the TV stations would be off the air. It would always be the hottest time of the year. So days would be spent cooped up in the air-con room or in the rare occasion, the neighbors pool. But even so, it was a no no to swim during easter. Never got that when I'M NOT CATHOLIC!
Anyway in London, it seems to be the time people go away on long weekend get away to somewhere in Europe. That or a long ass D.I.Y weekend. Most of the adverts advertising specials for that D.I.Y weekend. In other countries, I suppose they would spend Easter painting Easter eggs.
In Croatia, they spend Easter painting something other than Easter eggs. Haha! In my visit to Zagreb last October, my brother's girlfriend Iva had pointed out this naked guy who had his balls painted. Hahaha! She explained to me that every Easter they would paint it a different colour. On the phone with my brother yesterday (who is in Croatia), and I reminded him of this tradition that is done over there.
To Manila, Zagreb, and Stockholm Happy Easter from the crazy woman in London :P
