Saturday, January 2, 2010

The Cinema... A Cultural Exploration

When I visit a new country or a new place, I want to get to know a lot about its culture and its people. I want to know what they are like, how they communicate, what they eat, what they wear, what their traditions and beliefs are, if they like dancing or singing karaoke, and all other details - especially those that are seemingly unimportant.

The first places that I go to (to learn about a place) are museums and cultural heritages. Then I would visit the beach, the lakes or the mountains to do some outdoor activities. And finally, I would go out to eat local food in restaurants, go shopping in street markets or malls, and then to the bars or pubs to hang out with some locals. It never occurred to me to go to the cinema for a cultural experience until yesterday.

Yesterday, Ben and I went to a local cinema to watch Sherlock Holmes. Like everything else in the Turks & Caicos, it was a 5-minute drive from our place. Located in a small building, the cinema showed only three movies at a time. That evening. it was showing Avatar, The Princess and the Frog and Sherlock Holmes. We both wanted to watch Avatar, but decided not to see it until we get back home where we could watch it in 3D. We heard Sherlock Holmes was good too so that was the next best thing.

Considering the condition of the place, I was surprised that the movie cost us $12 each, which was how much it costs us to watch a movie at the Cineplex theatres in Vancouver. The seats were extremely uncomfortable, the screen was a bit run down and the sound system was awful. I could barely understand anything. It was a familiar reminder of my Philippine movie experiences, so none of it really bothered me. What bothered me were the other patrons.

Unlike in Canada, people here waltzed into the movie late. Instead of tiptoeing quietly into their seats, they would take their time walking across the aisles (thereby blocking your view) and say "excuse me" so loudly that you could barely hear the movie at all. Not only that, they put their feet up on the seats in front of them, they talked during the entire movie and they even answered their cellphones! And the most annoying of them all was this guy in front of us who yelled his comments throughout the movie. He'd yell "boom" or "pow" or "yeah" like an idiot who thinks he's in his own living room.

I was beginning to think that the locals did not have any movie etiquette whatsoever. The ironic thing was, when the movie ended and the lights were turned on, I saw and realized that everyone in the theatre were not locals but rather tourists from all over the world. So I erased any previous conclusions I made and decided that everybody from everywhere have different movie-watching methods. There is the quiet i-am-so-into-the-movie-so-please-don't-talk-to-me type (I think I fall under this category). There is the loud i-think-i-can-help-james-cameron-with-my-own-sound-effects type. There is the I-need-to-pee-every-15-minutes type. There is the annoying i-need-to-discuss-this-scene-right-now type. And so on and so forth.

I decided that the cinema experience is truly different from place to place. The culture generally dictates how people act inside the cinema. If they set certain rules, people have guidelines to follow. For instance, if the cinema doesn't allow people to enter a movie after it has started, people would actually come early. I realized that I have taken for granted those nice Canadians who, in general, respect rules and respect people. They like order and organization. You can tell not just by how they watch a movie, but also by how they obey traffic laws and public etiquette. They are, by nature, very nice people. You only realize it when you are placed in a different environment and you get to see some contrasts.

There are no pirates in the Caribbean

Apparently, there are no pirates in the Caribbean... just thieves on foot. I'm here in the Turks and Caicos with two families staying in two different villas. I heard that the other villa has been broken into. Items were taken while they were sound asleep.

We were talking about it over dinner. Fred, our host, did not know about the burglary so were filling him in on the details. We told him that a lot of items were taken.

Laptop...
(Fred has no reaction)

Cellphone...oakley sunglasses...
(Fred looks less and less interested)

Digital cameras... Ipods...
(Fred starts walking away)

Cognac...
Fred turns around in a quick motion and says, "Cognac? This is getting serious!!!"

I just started laughing. To me, the laptop and the camera seemed the most important things stolen that night. I would die if I lost all my files and pictures. Those things are quite irreplaceable. But to Fred, everything was irrelevant except for that cognac.

Maybe when I reach Fred's age, when I've accomplished his level of success, when I've attained his level of wealth, when I've traveled as much as he has, perhaps my priorities will change. Perhaps files in a laptop will no longer be relevant. Perhaps pictures will no longer be necessary. Perhaps the one thing left that matters is living life to the fullest with a bottle of Hennessy and good company by the beach.

Friday, January 1, 2010

My First Adventures for 2010

It's January 1, 2010. I have promised myself that 2010 will be an awesome year full of adventures, challenges and accomplishments.

Today's challenge#1 was to go sailing with my fiance Ben and his dad. His dad loves sailing so this is an awesome way to bond with him and show my adventurous side. I was born and raised in the Philippines so the ocean is my friend. He will be largely impressed with how fast I learn how to sail.

Result: Got seasick after 15 minutes and had to be brought back to shore. The wind wasn't doing us a favor, so it took a long time for them to get me back. I was too sick and was so close to puking that I simply jumped off the boat and swam to shore. It was much faster that way. I will worry about redeeming myself later.

Challenge#2: Snorkeling. Ooh, a quick way to redeem myself. After all, I've snorkeled before so this should be an easy task.

Result: Due to this morning's motion sickness episode, I passed out the moment I found a couch to sit on. They ended up going snorkeling without me. When I woke up, there was a second group of people who went snorkeling, thank goodness. So I was able to accomplish the exciting task. Mission accomplished.

I look forward to tomorrow's challenges. We are supposed to go on a boat or yacht, I'm not too sure, but I will definitely bring gravol.

xox,

Katrina

New Year's Eve at the Turks and Caicos

Bonfire, champagne, fireworks and great company in the Caribbean all make for an awesome start to 2010. We did our countdown at 9:15pm because we were all so tired from the day's activities, but we ended up staying up until midnight anyway. This is how I spent new year's eve, and there is no other way I would have wanted it.

The bonfire
Me...happy by the beach

My camera's SD card does not fit into my laptop's SD slot so I cannot post the pictures that I want to post in my blogs, but I will upload those when I get home.

Happy New Year!

xox,

Katrina

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Birds, Watch Out!!!

So I was sitting in the living room this afternoon when I heard a sudden "BANG!!!"

I looked up and saw nothing but the huge glass sliding doors and the view of the beach behind them. Then I looked out into the patio and saw a pigeon on the ground. It looked confused and disoriented. I realized that it must have flown into the glass doors. Poor bird!

I've only been in the Caribbean for 3 days but I already feel at home. Back in the Philippines, my house is just like this - it has a lot of glass windows and glass doors giving us a nice big view of the mountains, the sky and the sunset. And like this house, a lot of birds often fly into these glass windows and doors. My mom would get upset every time this happens because the poor birds get injured (and some of them die).

She decided to put a sign up on our glass window, "Birds, Watch Out!!!"

It worked.

Caribbean Trip

I'm officially on vacation in a tiny Caribbean country called Turks and Caicos.

Yesterday, we played with kites on the beach. When they said kites, I thought we were flying small diamond shaped kites like we have in the philippines. Booooring! Apparently, North Americans have bigger and better kites. Ones that can drag you across the ocean if you stand on a board. It was intense.

In the evening, we went to a conch restaurant. A conch (pronounced /konk/) is a saltwater snail or its shell. Most of us have never had conch before, so of course, we all ordered conch for dinner. Sauteed conch. Curried conch. Deep fried conch. Stir fried conch... And it was only after we devoured all this conch when the cook comes out to ask us, "so how did the endangered species taste?"

With a full mouth, I nodded to let him know how good the conch was before I realized he said "endangered species." It turns out that conch is endangered in 95% of the world's places. The Turks and Caicos belongs to the 5% where it isn't endangered...where it is actually farmed. Still, I felt awful. They should have had a sign out there that warned people that they are about to commit a crime against humanity... or conchity. I would have ordered shrimp.

Me and Kate at the conch restaurant
The Conch

Today, I had margaritas for breakfast. It wasn't technically breakfast since I woke up at noon. So it was more like lunch, and it was a damn good lunch. I headed off to the beach in the afternoon for a swim and to make sand castles. I did not complete my task so my castle ended up looking like porn material.

Kate and Andrew had left for Calgary today, so there's a few less people left. Still, it's a big clan so the rest of the trip should be pretty interesting. I'm looking forward to my first new year's eve in the Caribbean. I think we are having a bonfire tomorrow.

xox,
Katrina

Tubing Doesn’t Equal Death After All

Date: December 26, 2009

Today’s challenge: tubing. Location: Mount Seymour. Contender: Me.

How did I get tricked into doing this? For those who do not know what tubing is, it’s sliding down a snow-covered hill on a tube (think lifesaver). The “right” way to do it is to lie on your belly and go down face first. You can go up to what I think is super lightning speed, and there are no helmets nor any protective padding whatsoever involved. It's just you, the tube and death.

I stood there for maybe 15 minutes trying to decide if I should do it or not. I already paid for my $16 pass, so maybe I should do it. But then, something tragic always happens to me when I'm trying out new things so I wasn't ready to die just to save my $16. So I ran back up the hill and escaped successfully despite Ben's attempts to capture me back.

Yes, I'm a wuss. I used to be adventurous. I used to love the outdoors. I used to love 5 to 10km runs. I used to go mountain climbing. I used to jump off cliffs for fun. I used to crawl into underground caves which made most people feel claustrophobic and paranoid about never finding a hole out. I used to be such a fearless person with an i-can-do-anything-but-will-never-die attitude... up until I met my even more adventurous fiance. I am traumatized by my attempts at keeping up with him.

The past year, I've done downhill skiing (a.k.a. injury-collecting), canoeing (a.k.a. rowing non-stop for 8 hours to get back to land), scuba diving (a.k.a. inhaling lots of water) or wake boarding (a.k.a. drowning). I enjoyed trying out all these activities for the first time, but is it too much to ask to space them out properly? I can do only one near-death experience per year, thank you very much.

So back to the tubing issue. Should I do it or should I not do it ? Like I said, I wasn't ready to die for $16, but I was ready to die to keep my pride. My friends were already making fun of me and I just couldn't let this go on. I gathered enough courage to go back to the hill. I kept telling myself that it was going to be fine. Even kids were doing it so it must be safe. Just when I was starting to feel brave about it, I saw some first aid troops heading towards the hill. Apparently, two people collided with each other and had to be carried out in a stretcher. Great! Panic mode kicks in again.

In the end, I finally did it. But I kind of cheated. I didn't start at the actual "START" line. I walked past that line and started tubing down where it said "SLOW". I didn't care that the little kids were giggling at me. What do they know? When I reached the finish line, the staff gave me a bit of an applause.

Challenge completed. Bruises gained. Pride maintained.