Friday, February 17, 2012

Chiang Mai Thailand

In retrospect we could have done a better job in exploring all that Chiang Mai had to offer. We just didn't go for the gusto; no elephant rides, no silk village tours, no jungle adventures. Somehow we were content with hanging out inside the walls of the old city getting massages and wondering from Wat to Wat (monastery Buddhist temple). We'll do a better job next time, I promise.    






A nice little gem.
Where do all the unsold pirated straight to DVD movies go? The Tha Phae Gate has giant sculptures made from the likes of Garth Brooks and Godfather 3.  

The night market was a hit-I'm sure every American blows a gasket when experiencing one for the first time. Imagine a swap meet on steroids and out of control.  
Ana was pooped so I had to experience Thai Boxing on my own. The spectacle was definitely catered for tourists. Betting was allowed and encouraged. Ringside seats were available if you're itching to be showered by another man's sweat.

The chubby guy didn't have a chance. Were the fights legit? I'm not sure. Halfway through the evening, there was a free-for-all round. 

Tattoos on fighters were common.






We couldn't pass up the insect museum, it is the life's work of the couple running it. 

This should have been our new painting.



One Wat had some unusual lawn decorations.

Donald Duck eating a bowl of noodles with chopsticks is exactly what I thinking when walking into a Buddhist temple. 

Ana found a yoga studio and I found a terracotta garden or buddha heads.

There was a more upscale area away from backpackers near the university worth exporing.

Home Brewing in Egypt

Our pals Ben and Jess are leaving for Saudi Arabia next school year. In order to properly send Ben off to a dry country, I thought he could use a crash course in home brewing (plus an extra body makes the process go a little smoother). Yes kids, this is what we do after school in our apartments. 

My saga as an ad hoc brewer started three years ago when the former physics teacher, Clay bestowed his basic brewing equipment to Huck Finn. Prior to moving to Alexandria I did my research and the beer scene looked bleak. Ana and I were coming from the world's epicenter of craft brewing heading straight to lagerville hell. Huck told me all about he and Clay's brewing adventures including the infamous Band-Aid beer thanks to a cheap plastic fermenter sold on the streets of Egypt. Someone had to carry on the tradition, so I said, "sign me up" because I rather endure a root canal than be punished by Egyptian lagers. The suitcases were loaded with malt, yeast, and hops of my favorite beer and off we went to BFE.

How hard could home brewing be? Huck, Jose, and I broke into Ji's apartment (since she really didn't live there and since none of us wanted our apartments to smell like a brewery) and attempted our first batch of a Green Flash IPA clone. I didn't bring grains and certainly didn't know anything about steeping them. The guy at the brew supply store didn't mention it. We just boiled the water added malt, threw in the hops (sans muslin bags), and watched it all boil over a couple of times. After the boil we put the pot in a bucket of ice and cooled it in 30-minutes in order to pitch the yeast. The liquid gold was stored into a proper fermenting bucket. Two weeks later we bottled it then came the day we cracked open our first bottle. All I could think about is how I was going to have my favorite beer. About an inch of yeast and hop sludge laid at the bottom of the bottle, intuition told me that this might affect the taste. After the first swallow I tasted characteristics of what we were aiming for, but as far as it tasting like a Green Flash IPA...not really. I'm not going to lie and say that the following batches tasted better but the process became cleaner and more efficient. This went on for two years until Huck and family flew the coup (Hong Kong).

Over the past summer I formed a proper relationship with a home brewing supply shop and got some pointers from the proprietor in addition to picking up a book and supplies (got grains this time!). There was a definite improvement but a slight off-taste still lingered and I didn't know why.

In the meantime Ana and I joined a photo club and met Roxanne. I overheard her talk about her husband watching a football game back at home. We struck up a conversation and she mentioned the most magical expat word in all of Egypt, "commissary." We talked about commissary beer and I told her that I brew my own. She had an OMG (oh my God) you NEED to meet my friend Barry moment; "Barry is my husband's best friend and we all live together." Like Three's Company I added? Barry loves German brew and indeed brews his own. He invited me over to watch him brew one morning and that was an eye opener. I learned about a proper wort chiller, beer kits, and how to prevent oxygen from getting into your brew. Barry's school of home brewing is just what the doctor ordered. He let me use his equipment to brew my West Coast IPA. I opened my first bottle three weeks ago and did a somersault off the kitchen counter. I wrestled the nearest camel to the ground and yelled, "I fucking did it!"

Yes, it is amazing what proper methods and equipment will do for your home brew. All good things do come to an end. Barry moved back home to the states about a month ago, but he left me his wort chiller and ordered me some necessary supplies through his magic mail system.

I have brewed three batches since.

The History

Batches (I write the batch number on the bottle caps) 
1. Walter's Islamic Pale Ale Sludge. Walter is my dear friend who inspired me to home brew in Egypt. He drove me around to get my first supplies.  
2. WIPA sans sludge
3. WIPA
4. Bob's Islamic Pale Ale 
5. BIPA
6. BIPA
7. Accidental Barley Wine (ABW). The malt meant for the Belgium Ale went into the IPA brew. Clean but potent.
8. Leftovers. Clay had left some unmarked grains, malt, and yeast. Sure it was three plus years old, but what did I have to lose? I threw in some hops, cloves, and honey. It was black, clean, and delicious. 
9. Exploding Pale Ale (EPA), The malt meant for the IPA went into the Belgium Ale. Three bottles and counting have blown up and made the closet smell like a bar at closing time. 
10. Green Flash IPA clone  
11. Belgium Trippel Kit (bottled 1 week-tastes fantastic)
12. Urs' Black Mesa IPA Kit (in fermenter) 
13. Santa Rosa IIPA Kit (in fermenter) 


The evidence and players throughout the years.  

Roxanne and Tracy only come out at night.
Brewmaster Barry is leaving the Tea Party because they were just a little too liberal for his taste. 
Bob the Brewer
Chilling the wort in the tub.
Ice Ice Baby.
Bottling day results.
The magic closet.
Brothers
Hopville
Batch 3-not bad looking.
Robyn gets an honorable mention for smuggling in Arrogant Bastard Ale and sharing it. 
If it wasn't for Harry and Goedroen we'd lack some serious Belgium beer knowledge.
Walter gave me the push I needed.
Huck Finn with his friend F**kbird 

F**kbird showing his displeasure about Ben leaving to Saudi Arabia.
Panda provides the behind-the-scene straining. 
Jose might still have a bottle of our first batch hidden in the back of the fridge. 
BFF Clay and Jose. Thanks Clay for leaving behind the tools of the trade and a couple bottles of Band-Aid Beer .

Monday, February 13, 2012

Thai Food, Beverages, Job Fair, Art, and Punk Jackets

Chiang Mai and Bangkok followed Hong Kong. Our main purpose in traveling to the far east was for a job fair. We made it known to a handful of friends that we were planning on leaving Egypt at the end of the school year. The Bangkok Fair was a rough one; competitive, congested with type A personalities, and overrun by top tier Asian Schools. Ana and I realized how quickly the American curriculum is a dinosaur in a global perspective. The question is how do we make ourselves more marketable from here on out.

I made it two rounds with the top school in Shanghai. I was approved by the superintendent and wife, the second in command (HR), but the principal insisted the school needed someone with IB experience or else the parents would riot! That is where our story ended. The number two guy told me to take a two-year gig with a second tier IB school that would train me then I would be golden. Perhaps China is in our future.

We also interviewed with a school in Korea. The school is new and the recruiters were a bit green and not very professional. We ran into the pair several times while we were out and about; they didn't seem too concerned tending to their task of hiring people.

In the end it looks like we'll be spending a fourth year in Egypt. We aren't exactly heart broken being that school really takes good care of us in every way possible. All the bad luck the folks here wished us in finding a new home, worked. When the day comes it will be hard to leave.

Now it's time to get down to the business of food, beer, and painted leather punker jackets.          


Yes, I have no idea what I'm eating, but it tasted like crispy sweet olives.
Khao Soi and Chang beer is the breakfast of champions.
Just outside town you'll find the 1000-person capacity Chiang Mai German Micro-Brewery complete with a rock band playing in front of a giant screen TV. We tasted all six of their brews including the Oktoberfest.   
I met the brewmaster who was more than happy to offer me a tour of the facilities. 
A pretty salad.
Craving a snack from an upcycled cooking oil bin, no problem. 
Need an organic salad with tofu, try Salad Concept in the yuppie part of the city.
Heads will roll-specifically have rolled!
Various meats on a stick.
Fish family.
Cinnamon rolls impostors.  
If you feels chips has too many fat, calories, and carbs, try a packet of grubs...
...or you can just stick to pork skins!
When in doubt on how to make Thai food, take a class. We did.
Ana conjuring up Thai food demons. 
One of the results.
Eating with these.
We passed.
Painted leather punk jackets can be found at the weekend market (Chatuchak) in Bangkok. 
Ready for the pit bro.
In the artist quarter of the weekend market we found our new favorite Thai artist.  
It was a tough choice between the two, but we decided on this piece. Stay tuned for The Chiang Mai post.