Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Thaipusam 2010
This past Saturday was a very long day on top of a very long and exhausting week. The day began early as I had committed to do an "Amazing Race" around Singapore as this would help me get more acclimated with my new surroundings and also give me the opportunity to learn about the history of Singapore from locals and visit some amazing sights. But I am going to talk about this part of my day in the next blog installment, as this entry is dedicated to Thaipusam!
First let me tell you what Thaipusam is: it's actually a celebrating the birthday of the Hindi God Subramaniam and this is where the Hindu's show just how devoted they are to their religion and their God. This is the time when individuals pray for divine help from the Gods and make vows and when their prayers are answered, they must succumb to the vow that has been made.
In order to show their devotion, these individuals pierce their tongue, face, cheeks and all other body parts with a variety of sharp object such as 24in skewers, hooks with heavy objects hung from them, and other sharp objects. Next, the devotees friends and family load what is called a kavadi which is a cage like object on their shoulders that is lavishly adorned with a variety of feathers and other decorative objects; these kavadi's can weigh up to 30 pounds. Finally, the devotees along with their family and friends go on a 4km (2.5 miles) pilgrimage around the island of Singapore bare foot to show their true devotion and celebrate the birth of their God.
On the side bar, there is a photo slide show I have uploaded for you take a look at the photos from the festival, I have also uploaded these to my facebook page. There are pictures from my previous blog "Life In Little India" as well.
That is a brief description of the actual event, now let me describe through the eyes of a first timer.
The day was scorching hot, probably about 90 degrees with extreme humidity as you can imagine being a on tropical island. Although I had briefly researched this festival prior to attending, there are not enough pictures nor words that can describe the view. I met a friend there and I barged my way through the crowd right to the front for the optimal view where she had been photographing the festivities for much of the day.
It was slow at first.......but then it began; on this scorching hot concrete, stood a man surrounded by upwards of 10 people dancing and playing music. Although this man wasn't large by many accounts, he had a kavadi on him that stood about 8-10 feet high and around 5 feet wide. It was made of metal and beautifully adorned with multiple colors of feathers, pictures of their God and his body was pierced with looks like around 20-50 large skewers. His tongue and lips were also pierced but the amazing thing was there was no blood. The steel of the skewers and metal on the kavadi dazzled and reflected the evening sun that further announced their arrival. The devotees fast for around 30 days which slows down the blood flow and this alleviates most of the blood lose as they are pierced, their family and friends also carry around a try of white talc like powder as they march around the island that helps prevent bleeding should it begin. In addition to the large skewers, you also witness people hang fruits such as apples or limes on hooks and place them on their body as they dangle from their skin as if they were still on a tree branch. To see the human skin stretched and pierced to unimaginable limits is a amazing sight.
This was a family affair, so although it was mostly just men that took part in the piercing and such, the women too participated and supported their men. Dressed in their best traditional Hindi garb with elaborate hair and make up, they looked absolutely stunning and you couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of this culture and people.
As I look around, I began to wonder what is on the minds of others viewing this festival; are they in attendance to take part in the in the cultural experience, celebrate the birthday of their God as well without participating in the parade, or simply there to view the..........dare I say: "freak show".
Later as I was finally able to reflect on the days events, I began to realize that this was so much more than a "freak show" or entertainment, we were witnessing the ultimate trust in faith as well as seeing the extreme stress and torture the human body can withstand. I am sure everyone reading has either been to church, perhaps you are religious, or at least know a little something about religion, now imagine what lengths you would go through for your God and just how much are you willing to sacrifice to get what you want? Remember, part of this celebration to pray for something (perhaps a job) and the sacrifice is fasting for weeks and at the end, go on a 2.5 mile pilgrimage while your body is pierced with many sharp objects. As you read this and consider all the conditions and obstacles these devotees have to withstand to complete this sacrifice, you must know that it's only faith and God that can keep them alive and moving; and that is truly inspirational!
I have always had a strange fascination with the human body since I was kid; in fact, I often say that the greatest piece of architecture ever created is the human body. The pain, suffering, and torture the human body can withstand and eventually repair itself is absolutely remarkable and to be able to witness this first hand, was a truly amazing and spiritual experience.
So, now on to a general update since I haven't wrote a blog in about 2.5 months. You may remember from previous installments that I was planning to move due to the cameras in my previous apartments and crazy rules we had to live by, I have since moved and love my new place. It's a much smaller complex with the same amenities, but unfortunately we don't have a bowling alley in the basement here (I know, what's a bowler to do now?) but we have the gym, pool, gated etc. My roommates are also expats from Europe though, one is a British expat and the other is Norwegian both professionals and very cool guys. Oh and my other roommates which are a family of lizards that I think are living in my bathroom. They make appearances every few days I think to just let us know who is boss of the bathroom. They are probably the size of my pinkie finger (the larger ones) and funny thing is I think I am more scared than they are, well at first I was I have gotten used to them now (well somewhat). When I first noticed them, while brushing my teeth, I jumped on the toilet so fast to get off the ground, I don't know if the human eye could have seen it..it scared the crap out of me as I didn't know what they were and Singapore has so many bugs and little critters running around this island.
Work is good, hard to believe I have been here for 5 months already but as I have began to learn more about the culture and and learn from the locals, I am beginning to really enjoy my time here.
I have some exciting stuff to write about in the coming weeks so stay tuned. We have Chinese New Year in 2 weeks, shopping on Arab street, a trip to Sentosa Island, and a few others so lots to write about and there will be plenty of pictures to share.
I hope you enjoyed this installment of my blog, please remember to view the pictures on the side bar as they help complete the visual and also remember you can leave comments for me and don't forget to sign up as a follower at the top of the page.
So until next time,
Jason
First let me tell you what Thaipusam is: it's actually a celebrating the birthday of the Hindi God Subramaniam and this is where the Hindu's show just how devoted they are to their religion and their God. This is the time when individuals pray for divine help from the Gods and make vows and when their prayers are answered, they must succumb to the vow that has been made.
In order to show their devotion, these individuals pierce their tongue, face, cheeks and all other body parts with a variety of sharp object such as 24in skewers, hooks with heavy objects hung from them, and other sharp objects. Next, the devotees friends and family load what is called a kavadi which is a cage like object on their shoulders that is lavishly adorned with a variety of feathers and other decorative objects; these kavadi's can weigh up to 30 pounds. Finally, the devotees along with their family and friends go on a 4km (2.5 miles) pilgrimage around the island of Singapore bare foot to show their true devotion and celebrate the birth of their God.
On the side bar, there is a photo slide show I have uploaded for you take a look at the photos from the festival, I have also uploaded these to my facebook page. There are pictures from my previous blog "Life In Little India" as well.
That is a brief description of the actual event, now let me describe through the eyes of a first timer.
The day was scorching hot, probably about 90 degrees with extreme humidity as you can imagine being a on tropical island. Although I had briefly researched this festival prior to attending, there are not enough pictures nor words that can describe the view. I met a friend there and I barged my way through the crowd right to the front for the optimal view where she had been photographing the festivities for much of the day.
It was slow at first.......but then it began; on this scorching hot concrete, stood a man surrounded by upwards of 10 people dancing and playing music. Although this man wasn't large by many accounts, he had a kavadi on him that stood about 8-10 feet high and around 5 feet wide. It was made of metal and beautifully adorned with multiple colors of feathers, pictures of their God and his body was pierced with looks like around 20-50 large skewers. His tongue and lips were also pierced but the amazing thing was there was no blood. The steel of the skewers and metal on the kavadi dazzled and reflected the evening sun that further announced their arrival. The devotees fast for around 30 days which slows down the blood flow and this alleviates most of the blood lose as they are pierced, their family and friends also carry around a try of white talc like powder as they march around the island that helps prevent bleeding should it begin. In addition to the large skewers, you also witness people hang fruits such as apples or limes on hooks and place them on their body as they dangle from their skin as if they were still on a tree branch. To see the human skin stretched and pierced to unimaginable limits is a amazing sight.
This was a family affair, so although it was mostly just men that took part in the piercing and such, the women too participated and supported their men. Dressed in their best traditional Hindi garb with elaborate hair and make up, they looked absolutely stunning and you couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of this culture and people.
As I look around, I began to wonder what is on the minds of others viewing this festival; are they in attendance to take part in the in the cultural experience, celebrate the birthday of their God as well without participating in the parade, or simply there to view the..........dare I say: "freak show".
Later as I was finally able to reflect on the days events, I began to realize that this was so much more than a "freak show" or entertainment, we were witnessing the ultimate trust in faith as well as seeing the extreme stress and torture the human body can withstand. I am sure everyone reading has either been to church, perhaps you are religious, or at least know a little something about religion, now imagine what lengths you would go through for your God and just how much are you willing to sacrifice to get what you want? Remember, part of this celebration to pray for something (perhaps a job) and the sacrifice is fasting for weeks and at the end, go on a 2.5 mile pilgrimage while your body is pierced with many sharp objects. As you read this and consider all the conditions and obstacles these devotees have to withstand to complete this sacrifice, you must know that it's only faith and God that can keep them alive and moving; and that is truly inspirational!
I have always had a strange fascination with the human body since I was kid; in fact, I often say that the greatest piece of architecture ever created is the human body. The pain, suffering, and torture the human body can withstand and eventually repair itself is absolutely remarkable and to be able to witness this first hand, was a truly amazing and spiritual experience.
So, now on to a general update since I haven't wrote a blog in about 2.5 months. You may remember from previous installments that I was planning to move due to the cameras in my previous apartments and crazy rules we had to live by, I have since moved and love my new place. It's a much smaller complex with the same amenities, but unfortunately we don't have a bowling alley in the basement here (I know, what's a bowler to do now?) but we have the gym, pool, gated etc. My roommates are also expats from Europe though, one is a British expat and the other is Norwegian both professionals and very cool guys. Oh and my other roommates which are a family of lizards that I think are living in my bathroom. They make appearances every few days I think to just let us know who is boss of the bathroom. They are probably the size of my pinkie finger (the larger ones) and funny thing is I think I am more scared than they are, well at first I was I have gotten used to them now (well somewhat). When I first noticed them, while brushing my teeth, I jumped on the toilet so fast to get off the ground, I don't know if the human eye could have seen it..it scared the crap out of me as I didn't know what they were and Singapore has so many bugs and little critters running around this island.
Work is good, hard to believe I have been here for 5 months already but as I have began to learn more about the culture and and learn from the locals, I am beginning to really enjoy my time here.
I have some exciting stuff to write about in the coming weeks so stay tuned. We have Chinese New Year in 2 weeks, shopping on Arab street, a trip to Sentosa Island, and a few others so lots to write about and there will be plenty of pictures to share.
I hope you enjoyed this installment of my blog, please remember to view the pictures on the side bar as they help complete the visual and also remember you can leave comments for me and don't forget to sign up as a follower at the top of the page.
So until next time,
Jason
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Life in Little India
It's been a few weeks since my last blog, but I have decided to change the format up a bit to keep it interesting as I continue this blog over the next few months. Going forward, I will visit either a new location in or around Singapore every weekend (work/health permitting) or my travels to other countries and describe my experiences here; this will also force me to get out and enjoy the various cultures that Singapore has to offer............food and all, but also allow the blog to be a bit more focused! I will also try and add supplemental photos for each installment.
So this week, we are going to Little India which is actually the neighborhood where I reside.
Little India is a small ethnic enclave that sits in the southeast portion of the island of Singapore. When Singapore was a British colony, this is where the Indian immigrants were forced to live under the British law of ethnic segregation and eventually built up lots of ethnic shops and restaurants. Today, the neighborhood has grown and modernized where small derelict buildings now stand beside new glass high rise condos and enormous shopping centers. Although the neighborhood now consists of many expats from all over the world and few Indians, the culture still lives on with those that remain and on weekends Indians are literally bused in to spend the day basking in all things Indian.
There is one day a week that locals (non-Indians) will tell you to stay away from this neighborhood and that is Sunday, so in order to get the full experience, I decided that I would spend my Sunday evening and sulk in the local culture.
It began a little before dinner time, I decided to leave my apartment and begin my evening. It was still daylight out with no hint of nightfall, the temperature had cooled to a nice 75 degrees with a slight breeze, perfect for enjoying a night out. As I exit the gates of the compound where I reside, I immediately notice that people are heading towards the festivities. In Little India, there are lots of open grass fields and this is my first stop as it's where I see the largest mass of people. Here, you see Indians of all different ages, races, and socioeconomic status just hanging out with friends and chatting perhaps about politics, personal lives or football (soccer). Coming from western culture or perhaps Chicago when you see large groups of people, you immediately think that there is entertainment somewhere, good food, something free, or something bad is about to happen or has already taken place; but here non of the aforementioned are true. It appears as though there are no real festivities taking place and these individuals, sit and stand seemingly not bothered by the moist and muddy grass and enjoy the brisk evening and each others company. Wanting to go in for a closer look and perhaps some Indian food, I decide to enter this enclave where all the ethnic shops and hawker centers/restaurants are. The grassfields and shops are separated by Serangoon Road which is a pretty major thruway here in Singapore. However, on this night, it's as if the rules and laws do not exist in Little India. People walk across the 3 lane semi-highway where cars typically travel around 45-50 mph as if the cars do not exist. Driver's honk their horns, throw their hands up in frustration, but ultimately are forced to wait as the patron's of this neighborhood are out celebrating and will not acknowledge any negativity.
I cross the road with the masses to arrive just outside Mustafa Center (see my blog dated 9/20/09, My First Weekend in Singapore) for details on Mustafa Center. The shopping district is lined with ethnic shops and restaurants on either side, the road is narrow, the width is probably less than a typically American residential road yet here, you have cars and trucks parked on both sides of the road. The streets are packed with hundreds if not over a thousand people walking down this road as well as moving cars that can only move about a few feet every ten minutes or so because of the crowd of people. They have clearly taken a wrong turn and you cannot help but feel bad for these people. The architecture of the buildings certainly let you know that you are not in modern Singapore, barely standing derelict buildings line the streets, I recognized that there is a colonial influence in the architecture but alot of the ballistrades and ornate mouldings of the period have since been torn off due to old age, or "shotty" remodel jobs. On these streets, you can purchase traditional Muslim attire, toys for children, fruits and vegetables and even raw meat and fish. I have been told that these are the places where you want to get your fruits and vegetables but I cannot fathom purchasing fully exposed to the elements, raw meat and fish on a back side street in a tropical climate. If you remember above, I said it had cooled to about 75 degrees, it is pretty much 85 degrees or so year round in Singapore and rarely gets below 70-75 degrees; in fact I am not sure it has since I moved here just over 2 months ago, as you can image these are not ideal temperatures for raw meat and poultry.
Walking through this area is absolutely surreal and you almost have to be here and experience it to believe it. There is loud Hindi music in the background, people packed shoulder to shoulder as well as hand in hand celebrating, and shop keepers/restaurateurs with megaphones trying to attract people to their shops; all with a very foul stench in the air. It's as if the natural scents of mother nature do not exist on this block and whatever is being cooked or sold have consumed the air; the smell wasn't pleasant nor offensive but I can assure you have haven't smelled this before.
I continue on barging my way through the crowd in a somewhat uncivilized fashion and arrive at a group of a few hundred people listening to music. It's definitely Hindi music as I recognized it from friends in Chicago, I am several feet away from what I thought was the actual singer that had this large crowd and I realize that these hundreds of people are all watching a music video on a 20 inch television. What was particularly interesting was no one was dancing, singing along or even moving, this music was almost hypnotic and had these guys in a trance like state of mind. The artist was dancing, singing and resembled a hippy like version of Britney Spears that had these middle aged men hypnotyized, I am not sure I have ever seen anything like this.
At this point, I am hungry and decide to continue down this road until I find a restaurant to eat, so I stop at a place that seemed like a popular spot and the food looked good. I order a rice dish that seemed to be quite popular and an Iced Tea (they love ice tea here), as I wait for my food, I watch a group of men play a board game that was a cross between shuffle board, checkers and pool. They played the game on a shuffle board with the salt or whatever that powder is, where the object of the game looked like you had to take these checker pieces and sink them into the holes on all four corners of the board. Obviously a game that I had never seen before, yet the excitement of these guys and intrigue of trying to figure out this game really won me over, I too began to get excited when I a piece was sunk into a hole that I almost forgot I had ordered food. My order is ready so I go to receive it "here you go". "What is this"? I ask, he says to me with confusion and slight irritation: "you had the rice and iced tea right"? I acknowledge and receive my food.
Ok, how do I explain this? My food came in a cone shaped piece of flimsy cardboard and my iced tea came in a plastic bag...no cup, just a bag and a straw, in fact, its a hospital fluid bad that they serve drinks in. As you can probably imagine, I stood there not knowing what to do. It was only at this point that I realized there are no tables in this place, it's packed shoulder to shoulder and there I stood with a greasy piece of cardboard that is at this point burning my hand and getting flimsier by the minute in one hand, and an ice cold hospital fluid bag filled with iced tea and a straw in the other hand. I don't even know where to begin so I ask for a cup and the guy pretty much just looked at me, shook his head, and rolled his eyes and said a few choice words under his breath in another language. But I must say, the food was good and definitely worth the difficulty I endured trying to consume it. At that point after I finish my meal, I have decided that although my time here was brief, I had experienced enough of Little India, and it was time to end my night out.
So just a quick update, some of you saw on my facebook page that I was in the ER this week for a sore throat. I know it seems dramatic, but in order to see a doctor here, you must go to the hospital and to get sick time off work, you must have a doctor's note. My intent was just to make sure I was ok since I had this sore throat for well over a week and it turns out it was the flu. I am all better now and was required to stay home for 2 days.
The hospital was interesting, it was like the DMV actually. You have to take a number and in the waiting room there are these offices that have "Now Serving" numbers above the door and a main board illustrating which which room your number is being served in. When your number is called, you go into the room, tell the doctor your symptoms, and he prescribes something and then he rings the bell for the next number to enter as you exit. It was quite fast, yet impersonal at the same time, it was interesting to say the least.
I hope you enjoyed this installment of my blog, I am not sure where next week will take me so until next time.
Have a good week
Jason
So this week, we are going to Little India which is actually the neighborhood where I reside.
Little India is a small ethnic enclave that sits in the southeast portion of the island of Singapore. When Singapore was a British colony, this is where the Indian immigrants were forced to live under the British law of ethnic segregation and eventually built up lots of ethnic shops and restaurants. Today, the neighborhood has grown and modernized where small derelict buildings now stand beside new glass high rise condos and enormous shopping centers. Although the neighborhood now consists of many expats from all over the world and few Indians, the culture still lives on with those that remain and on weekends Indians are literally bused in to spend the day basking in all things Indian.
There is one day a week that locals (non-Indians) will tell you to stay away from this neighborhood and that is Sunday, so in order to get the full experience, I decided that I would spend my Sunday evening and sulk in the local culture.
It began a little before dinner time, I decided to leave my apartment and begin my evening. It was still daylight out with no hint of nightfall, the temperature had cooled to a nice 75 degrees with a slight breeze, perfect for enjoying a night out. As I exit the gates of the compound where I reside, I immediately notice that people are heading towards the festivities. In Little India, there are lots of open grass fields and this is my first stop as it's where I see the largest mass of people. Here, you see Indians of all different ages, races, and socioeconomic status just hanging out with friends and chatting perhaps about politics, personal lives or football (soccer). Coming from western culture or perhaps Chicago when you see large groups of people, you immediately think that there is entertainment somewhere, good food, something free, or something bad is about to happen or has already taken place; but here non of the aforementioned are true. It appears as though there are no real festivities taking place and these individuals, sit and stand seemingly not bothered by the moist and muddy grass and enjoy the brisk evening and each others company. Wanting to go in for a closer look and perhaps some Indian food, I decide to enter this enclave where all the ethnic shops and hawker centers/restaurants are. The grassfields and shops are separated by Serangoon Road which is a pretty major thruway here in Singapore. However, on this night, it's as if the rules and laws do not exist in Little India. People walk across the 3 lane semi-highway where cars typically travel around 45-50 mph as if the cars do not exist. Driver's honk their horns, throw their hands up in frustration, but ultimately are forced to wait as the patron's of this neighborhood are out celebrating and will not acknowledge any negativity.
I cross the road with the masses to arrive just outside Mustafa Center (see my blog dated 9/20/09, My First Weekend in Singapore) for details on Mustafa Center. The shopping district is lined with ethnic shops and restaurants on either side, the road is narrow, the width is probably less than a typically American residential road yet here, you have cars and trucks parked on both sides of the road. The streets are packed with hundreds if not over a thousand people walking down this road as well as moving cars that can only move about a few feet every ten minutes or so because of the crowd of people. They have clearly taken a wrong turn and you cannot help but feel bad for these people. The architecture of the buildings certainly let you know that you are not in modern Singapore, barely standing derelict buildings line the streets, I recognized that there is a colonial influence in the architecture but alot of the ballistrades and ornate mouldings of the period have since been torn off due to old age, or "shotty" remodel jobs. On these streets, you can purchase traditional Muslim attire, toys for children, fruits and vegetables and even raw meat and fish. I have been told that these are the places where you want to get your fruits and vegetables but I cannot fathom purchasing fully exposed to the elements, raw meat and fish on a back side street in a tropical climate. If you remember above, I said it had cooled to about 75 degrees, it is pretty much 85 degrees or so year round in Singapore and rarely gets below 70-75 degrees; in fact I am not sure it has since I moved here just over 2 months ago, as you can image these are not ideal temperatures for raw meat and poultry.
Walking through this area is absolutely surreal and you almost have to be here and experience it to believe it. There is loud Hindi music in the background, people packed shoulder to shoulder as well as hand in hand celebrating, and shop keepers/restaurateurs with megaphones trying to attract people to their shops; all with a very foul stench in the air. It's as if the natural scents of mother nature do not exist on this block and whatever is being cooked or sold have consumed the air; the smell wasn't pleasant nor offensive but I can assure you have haven't smelled this before.
I continue on barging my way through the crowd in a somewhat uncivilized fashion and arrive at a group of a few hundred people listening to music. It's definitely Hindi music as I recognized it from friends in Chicago, I am several feet away from what I thought was the actual singer that had this large crowd and I realize that these hundreds of people are all watching a music video on a 20 inch television. What was particularly interesting was no one was dancing, singing along or even moving, this music was almost hypnotic and had these guys in a trance like state of mind. The artist was dancing, singing and resembled a hippy like version of Britney Spears that had these middle aged men hypnotyized, I am not sure I have ever seen anything like this.
At this point, I am hungry and decide to continue down this road until I find a restaurant to eat, so I stop at a place that seemed like a popular spot and the food looked good. I order a rice dish that seemed to be quite popular and an Iced Tea (they love ice tea here), as I wait for my food, I watch a group of men play a board game that was a cross between shuffle board, checkers and pool. They played the game on a shuffle board with the salt or whatever that powder is, where the object of the game looked like you had to take these checker pieces and sink them into the holes on all four corners of the board. Obviously a game that I had never seen before, yet the excitement of these guys and intrigue of trying to figure out this game really won me over, I too began to get excited when I a piece was sunk into a hole that I almost forgot I had ordered food. My order is ready so I go to receive it "here you go". "What is this"? I ask, he says to me with confusion and slight irritation: "you had the rice and iced tea right"? I acknowledge and receive my food.
Ok, how do I explain this? My food came in a cone shaped piece of flimsy cardboard and my iced tea came in a plastic bag...no cup, just a bag and a straw, in fact, its a hospital fluid bad that they serve drinks in. As you can probably imagine, I stood there not knowing what to do. It was only at this point that I realized there are no tables in this place, it's packed shoulder to shoulder and there I stood with a greasy piece of cardboard that is at this point burning my hand and getting flimsier by the minute in one hand, and an ice cold hospital fluid bag filled with iced tea and a straw in the other hand. I don't even know where to begin so I ask for a cup and the guy pretty much just looked at me, shook his head, and rolled his eyes and said a few choice words under his breath in another language. But I must say, the food was good and definitely worth the difficulty I endured trying to consume it. At that point after I finish my meal, I have decided that although my time here was brief, I had experienced enough of Little India, and it was time to end my night out.
So just a quick update, some of you saw on my facebook page that I was in the ER this week for a sore throat. I know it seems dramatic, but in order to see a doctor here, you must go to the hospital and to get sick time off work, you must have a doctor's note. My intent was just to make sure I was ok since I had this sore throat for well over a week and it turns out it was the flu. I am all better now and was required to stay home for 2 days.
The hospital was interesting, it was like the DMV actually. You have to take a number and in the waiting room there are these offices that have "Now Serving" numbers above the door and a main board illustrating which which room your number is being served in. When your number is called, you go into the room, tell the doctor your symptoms, and he prescribes something and then he rings the bell for the next number to enter as you exit. It was quite fast, yet impersonal at the same time, it was interesting to say the least.
I hope you enjoyed this installment of my blog, I am not sure where next week will take me so until next time.
Have a good week
Jason
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