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The Wiggle in San Francisco refers to the route cyclists take to overcome the steep hills.
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wiggle

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Can good luck be shared? Thanks arielwang for lending me your bilingual copy of Alice in Wonderland (en francais, Alice au Pays des Merveilles) which is a longtime favorite story of mine.
Itâs only fitting that Ariel, a bon vivant as curious as Alice, would discover such a rare find hidden inside the pages of this used bookstore gem. I enjoyed discussing the connotative differences between the French and English versions with you Ariel!
For example, the very first sentence in English implies Alice was bored, even annoyed with her non-entertaining sister. The French version simply states that Alice was bored. Because boredom is a reflexive condition in French, it is something you inflict upon yourself, and the presence of Aliceâs sister is not crucial to Aliceâs personal state.
Full of code switching and translation, it was a super weekend français! Merci de mâavoir accueilli!
On my last day in Paris I found a four leaf clover nestled between the well read pages of a bilingual Alice in Wonderland. #MyLifeIsPoetry
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I have transferred my nomadic lifestyle to the Bay Area. Photo gallery of my indoor camping experience coming soon.
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When I'm not doing anything, I simply reflect back on how many people I've had the chance to know. I will literally feel my heart fill with warmth and gratitude, letting the temporary ennui naturally ebb away.
Tokyo, Japan
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I took both these pictures in Asia. The first one I took was 3 years ago and I was in love. I was in love with Chinese culture and I wanted to consume it whole and I took Chinese classes when I came back to the states and thought I could correct my identity with textbooks. I was ashamed...
My former roommate writes about her identity.

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And sometime in Africa I will silently cheer to your journey with a cup of quinine and gin, and rest easy knowing that somewhere wanders a fellow traveler that I knew well, and that I shall forever treasure the knowing of.
I read The Picture of Dorian Gray on my phone and happened upon an excerpt about a marvelous city I know.
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Atop the Himalayas: Darjeeling, India and Its Unfathomable Heights
At 3AM, the man whom my travel companion painstakingly bargained with and designated as our driver picked us up in the middle of a deserted square to take us up to Ghoom, about 45 minutes south of Darjeeling, to see the sunrise at Tiger Hill. The ride was rickety and I was still nauseated from my sickness that had kept me bedridden atop the Himalayas for three nights. As we drove further away from the city, the light pollution dissipated and I could see stars in all directions - above and below me - right outside of my passenger seat window. I will never forget this thrill.
From the Bagdogra Airport in Siliguri, we boarded a packed shared jeep filled with hopeful honeymooners and ascended the swerves of the mountain for 5 hours to reach Darjeeling.Â
Why do we live down there?
Tea terraces and coniferous trees cover this portion of the Darjeeling Himalayan Mountain Range.
The face of Mt. Kanchenjunga, the third highest mountain in the world, graced with the sun's rays for the first time today.
My point and shoot camera with SLR and recording functions obviously is not very good, but, in this video you're supposed to be able to see the height of the Himalaya that marks the highest horizon here on earth. These aren't clouds. They're mountains.
Northeast India 2: Shillong - Matrilineal (!) Society
At the market in Shillong you can see porters carrying bulk with their head, passing by Khasi ladies clad in plaid doing their shopping.
There is a MATRILINEAL society set in Shillong, an Indian city with climate similar to the Bay Area, boasting deciduous and coniferous trees and pleasant weather year-long.
Unlike Delhi and the other cities around the âGolden Triangleâ circuit, ladies were EVERYWHERE doing everything imaginable. I spoke to a Shillong local living out her golden years who told me that in her matrilineal society, the families pass down the wealth and last name through the female line and that the youngest daughter has the responsibility to take care of her parents. #goladies
Handmade containers located in the uber dense and hilly Polo Bazaar.
Lady sells onions.
In the Indian cities (Delhi, Jaipur, Agra, Pushkar, Udaipur) I traversed through before coming to Shllong, the people primarily do not eat meat. And there, if meat is available on the menu, it would be categorized as "Non-Veg."Â Vegetarianism is the default and animals roam freely through the urban setting.
Because of missionaries that came in the 18th century, Shillongâs demographic is strongly Christian. So consequently there are no free cows or goats on the streets and meat is on sale at the local market.
This brings me to another quandary: There seemed to be very little similarities between Northeast Indian identity as seen in Assam/Meghalaya in comparison to the other parts of India mentioned in the blog. This lack of feeling Indian has stirred many separatist movements in the Northeast, particularly evident in Shillong where mass protests about this topic are prevalent. In this city there were many signs which advertise financial security and status if one commits to a military or governmental career. There are military personnel carrying guns, posted everywhere. Even when I was a passenger, I fell victim to a random taxi security check by the police. In these ways, the local government remind the public that they are in power and they have the control of the military.
You have to pay to enter their central park. Photo by Tien.
If you want to read more about the separatist movements in India:Â http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Separatist_movements_of_India

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Northeast India 1: Guwahati
Northeast India is made up of âseven sisterâ states that are connected to the main part of India by a narrow strip of land between Bangladesh, Bhutan, and Nepal. To get here requires masterful coordination with a variety of local transit systems and lots and lots and lots of patience.
Guwahati
Kamakhya Temple, where the line to get in can pose a fire safety hazard.
The gateway into Northeast India can be found through Guwahati, or âbetel nut marketâ in Assamese. My travel companion and I stayed here for one night at a government operated hotel and used this city mainly as a hub for transportation. But of course, before we transitioned, we paid our respects to the holy temple atop the mountain called Kamakhya where inside laid a sacrificial goat and its fresh blood spread on the floors.
Before hiking up the hill to the temple, I learned it is customary to take off oneâs shoes and provide offerings like flags and flowers for the deity. Photo taken by Tien Tran.
Pitstop! The driver bought a couple sticks of cigarettes and a bag of betel nut to chew on the job.
From Guwahati, Assam we waited a couple of hours for a shared jeep to fill up with customers before going up into the hills of Shillong, Meghalaya. Meghalaya is Sanskrit for âthe abode of clouds,â and is nicknamed âScotland of the East.â
The trip between Assam and Meghalaya felt treacherous because all the drivers on the road seemed to follow one dangerous pattern. There was only one road going in each direction. This means whenever the car in front of us was deemed too slow, instead of tailgating until the slower car moved faster or out of the way, my driver would drive on the wrong side of the road, passing up the slow car, leaving literal seconds before a VERY likely head-on collision. This method was practiced by everyone and as a closet backseat driver from California, I was terrified. Â
Udaipur, India - The Hilly City of Lakes
 With its windy streets and hilly landscape, Udaipur feels a bit like the neighborhoods of Montmarte in Paris or Alfama in Lisbon. But wait, I digress. Let me give Udaipur the recognition it deserves: Udaipur is the Indian city of lakes.
Lake Pichola is the biggest lake of Udaipur, complete with a little island in the middle and long coasts lined with Indo-Aryan architecture.
From the view of the bridge, I can see why Udaipur is also referred to as the âVeniceâ of India.
Jain temples are everywhere. Jain religion is a sect of Hinduism where the believers do not eat meat OR the roots of vegetables (because that's killing the entire plant)! Intense.
The Kingdom of Mewar in Udaipur once had palaces that have since then been turned into hotels.
Traditional Indian Mewar style throughout the palace space. After a nightâs stay at Ajani Palace, we quickly moved to a cheaper, better equipped with modern technology (fast wifi!) option atop a hill called the Mewargarh Palace Hostel.
Stacked hats in the shape of turbans marketed for all the foot traffic to see.
A huge political rally paraded through the hilly streets in support of the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) or Indian Peopleâs Party and stopped us in the middle of our city stroll. Then suddenly the owner of a nearby mosaic shop invited us in to introduce his art and workers.
The morsel-sized pieces of glass are individually cut with a knife and placed onto a sketch.
A girl in a pink sari meanders a street in Udaipur, and we follow suit. Photo by Tien Tran.
The poised lady in the hot pink sari retrieves water on a steep slope in Udaipur.
Saheliyon-ki-Bari, better known as the Courtyard of the Maidens was given as a dowry for the queen and her forty eight maids that would attend to her. The gesture is grand, but what is more grand is the engineering feat behind this pre-electricity age design!
Because Udaipur is filled with lakes, the designer decided to use this natural resource as the power for the gardenâs fountains. How? Well, when a lake at a higher elevation has its water funneled into a fountain at a lower elevation, the water pressure can be controlled from the lower elevation. As such, there is an attendant who controls the water pressure to control the dances of the fountain water. What an artistic plumber!
These pink ladies loved getting their photos taken and seeing the result on the small viewing screen of our digital cameras.
Like in Pushkar, the community in Udaipur also buy alfalfa contribute to the holy cowsâ well-being.
A royal cemetery with coordinated tombstones.
Me. Photo by Tien Tran.
5 rupees for a delicious hot cup of masala chai. Photo by Tien Tran.
Iâm in here drinking the best masala chai. Photo by Tien Tran.
Jaipur, India
The imperial palace, now a museum, in Jaipur has been nicknamed The Pink Palace for its rose coral colored walls.
A courtyard in the Pink Palace photographed by Tien Tran.
Jaipur is in the desert state of Rajasthan, and as such, some foods reflect the moisture-absent essence of the desert.. Aka the dishes were a bit dry for my taste.
Lassiwala in Jaipur - How can I go to India without trying an assortment of lassi? Jaipur had deliciously milky lassi from Lassiwala that tasted divinely refreshing in the desert. It wasnât the lassi that amused me most though. It was the CUPS they used. In fact, I even tweeted about this one-time-use adobe cup custom. I suppose its not much different from our one-time-use plastic/paper custom.
Henna Tattoo -Â In concert with my favorite theme of âbanal nationalism,â my favorite photo during taken during my time in Jaipur was actually captured when I was about to leave it.Â
My travel companion and I opted to take the cheapest train from Delhi to Agra. It wasnât the stench of urine, the cold, or the hard seats that prompted us to buy 2nd class tickets for our second long haul train trip. It was that hoards of men constantly verbally harassed us and physically violated our personal spaces.
On the 2nd class air conditioned train complete with electric sockets and partitioned leather seating, I saw a woman raise her hand up high to keep her freshly painted henna tattoo from smearing.
It was hard to believe the disparity of service and clientele between 200 rupees ($3.5) spent on a train ride.
At the Pink Palace, I jumped around. Photo by Tien Tran.
Agra, India - The Taj Mahal
Fleets of over 1,000 elephants and 20,000 laborers helped Shah Jahan build this white monument for his beloved wife Mumtaz Mahal. Stones like onyx, turquoise, jasper, carnelian were quarried from all over the world for this impeccably designed wonder. Rumor has it that the Shah wanted to cut off the hand of the monumentâs designer so such a masterpiece could never be duplicated.
Some parts of Taj Mahal's walls have precious stones that were plucked out by thieves, I guess, when having tourism security wasnât the norm. Besides these photographed imperfections, the majority of the structure has been exceptionally preserved and the stonework images actually look painted onto the white marble walls.
The Taj Mahal looks utterly symmetrical from all corners.Â
The other edition of this photograph is my current profile picture!
Through the Taj Mahal vents meant for air circulation... I'm trying to focus..
Focusing..
Focused!
Behind this red gate is the majestic Taj Mahal perfectly concealed. The entire Taj Mahal is a grand architectural optical illusion, and you can only be graced with its grandiosity upon entering these gates... Until next time, Taj Mahal.
I failed to take photographs OUTSIDE of these gates and I feel the propensity to explain the Taj Mahal's milieu. So, here it goes: in the context of this glorious marvel, there are unpaved dusty roads and hundreds of locals trying to get business from travelers. At one point, when my travel companion and I expressed our desire become patrons of a man-pulled cart, otherwise known as a rickshaw, literally ~30 rickshaw workers fought internally to get our business.
As we were carried away by a thin rickshaw worker whom we thought offered the best deal, the man continuously looked back into our eyes and cried out about his hunger and fatigue. After a day marveling at what is probably one of the world's most enchanting structures, I am reminded of the disparity that is in India.
Delhi, India
Delhi is known as the City of Cities. Its very populated (22 million people and counting). Yet, when I arrived at the Indira Gandhi International Airport to take the metro into the city center, there seemed to be not another soul on the ride.
My travel companion and I reserved a room through Airbnb.com in the residential neighborhood of Nizamuddin East. The address my host gave me didnât seem complete - where was the street name? Zip code? Though given the good reviews of the landlord, I trusted him, and I jotted down the simple address without further inquiry. By the time we got to the city center, we hailed a rickshaw and informed the driver of the address - Nizzamuddin East C10. He drove to the neighborhood and constantly asked passersby around for the exact whereabouts of the destination. I wondered had we arrived really late and nobody was around, how would we get to where we need to go without access to collective knowledge? As if it were the usual protocol, he systematically circled the premises with patience and eventually asked around six people to find our destination. I was reminded that precise map of world isnât always accessible or documented on Google (or Baidu).
We got to Chandni Chowk before the real commotion began. The merchants were slowly opening up their stores and there were lots of transporters delivering their goods using the open, sparsely occupied pathways. As the shoppers started to roll in, the neighborhood felt noticeably more arid and powdery. The earth filtered the ambiance with its dust.Â
This hardworking farmer arrived early to create a makeshift veggie stand to sell to this greenly gussied early bird shopper, beating out his brick and mortar shop competitors.
Outside of the fashion-orientated Lajprat Nagar market (you can buy beautiful fabric for your custom made sari here!) is a food stand which sells pan puri and a potato-based dish in the form of a burger. In the photo, the small golden round crusts are called pan puris. The master chef prepares one delicate bite at a time and personally drenches the morsel in green sauce and personally hands it to you before each bite. I thought having Chinese and Italian food "family" style was communal; this was on another level of collaborative consumption!
Men in Delhi - Arrayed in furry vests over collared shirts, the men in Delhi seem to outnumber the women on the streets. It was only when I entered the metro and insisted on taking the WOMEN ONLY metro train did I find myself graced with the presence of many colorfully clad women in Delhi. I will later find out that its normal that there are more men occupying public spaces than women (although this fact does not make me very comfortable).Â
We head over to the Red Fort via rickshaw and experience its vast space for 500 rupees. You can see the Red Fort in the background!
The gentlemen readying themselves at the mens only fountain to pray at the mosque.
The minarets sing and the believers pray.
 Banal nationalism - When I studied in Paris I took a class titled Nationalisms in South Asia, but the biased Indian professor focused extraordinarily on her nationâs form of nationalism. In the class I was assigned to do an extensive exposĂŠ on the topic of âbanalâ nationalism, a nationalism that is expressed in âordinaryâ ways. This idea stuck with me and I now interpret the most mundane events, like eating street food or taking a nationâs airline, to be amazing sociological phenomenons. Here's a photo of where you can snack in Delhi.

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Pushkar, India
Accompanied by college friend, I voyaged through a traveling circuit called The Golden Triangle comprised of the cities of Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur. Although I have traveled solo in other countries in Asia and was prepared for some degree of culture shock, I have to say that The Golden Triangle did not feel particularly safe for a duo of petite East/Southeast Asian Americans travelers because of its male dominated presence in the public sphere. In the Golden Triangle cities, wherever we went, even when clothes purchased at the local markets, we would constantly get unsolicited attention. Men constantly followed us and often yelled out a list of Asian countries they thought we were from (which by the way, none of them correctly guessed our origins of âVietnamâ or âTaiwanâ). Our fight or flight defense mechanisms were constantly on. I was paranoid of everyoneâs intentions. Even if hindsight is clearer, Iâm still uncertain if the attention and constant offer of help was a sign of their welcome or if they were prepared to take advantage of us.
All these feelings seemed to fade away in the oasis desert town of Pushkar in Rajasthan, just a bus ride away from Jaipurâs Pink Palace.Â
I was there during marriage season so many finely dressed couples made the pilgrimage to the holy town of Pushkar to validate their union with glorified pomp!
There seems to be a âMarket Streetâ in every major American city. So hereâs Pushkarâs âMarket Streetâ dazzled with some animals and a fellow in a peachy head-to-toe matching outfit!Â
In this region of India the locals believe in Hinduism and therefore believe animals such as cows are holy. As such, the wandering cows here become the communal pets of the community. There are merchants that sell alfalfa so the community can collaboratively feed the cows and coexist with these animals in harmony! SO HAPPY! Photo by Tien Tran.Â
This street is a catwalk of ready-to-wear attire. Any hue of coral over black, please! Photo by Tien Tran.
He quietly meditated outside of a yoga studio. Photo by Tien Tran.
I photographed my travel companion bargain for pillow cases to outfit her future bohemian apartment. A dedicated fashion aficionado, she would eventually carry 3 kilos worth of rugs and pillows in addition to her backpacking backpack.Â
Polka dotted turban adorned by the fast auto (tuk tuk) driver.Â
The landing right outside of the holy lake of Pushkar.
Bright canary yellow is never too extravagant in Pushkar.
I found myself amidst a energetic dismantling camel festival filled with everything camel related for sale. As the festivities were wrapping up, my travel companion surprised me with a âDesert Safariâ camel ride package.
I ended up befriending my camel handler named Krishna whom I would later learn is fluently trilingual despite never having gone to school. He is, however, a camel expert. He tells me that of all the camels for sale at the festival, the dancing camels are worth the most expensive. I imagined circus entrepreneurs and other âDesert Safariâ organizations attending this camel conference to recruit for their latest show. I thought wrong. Apparently, dancing camels are worth the most because they can move - or âdanceâ - on command and therefore be obedient in battle. Interesting.
Bright turbans in eggshell white and neon green was seen from my camelâs eye view.
Even the camelâs saddle attire was not overlooked!Â
The holy lake that seemed to makes everyone in this small town seriously nice.
Rose petals from the marriage ceremony still afloat on the holy lake of Pushkar.Â
What is in a Chinese name?
Ching Chong, Wang Jun Ta, Chen Jia - youâve probably heard similar two-to-three syllabled Chinese names transliterated into English. Even as a Chinese speaker, I used to think these names sounded ugly. Meaningless. Unharmonious.
The thing is, I have a name like this too - Wang Yi Jing. My parents gave it to me when I was born but I eagerly set it aside to become a newly immigrated, America-approved âAriel.â It was only when I traveled across China and introduced myself with my Chinese name and started conversations with others about their names did I realize the beautiful culture behind these two-to-three syllable identities.
Unlike many Western names, there arenât standardized names - no Andrew or Christine equivalents formally exist in the Chinese language (however, you can argue that there are commonly used names). As such, Chinese culture is also absent of Name Day holidays that celebrate standardized names prevalent in European and Latin American cultures.
So if there arenât official Chinese names to choose from a book, how do they come to be? Historically speaking, in the Song Dynasty there was a list called Hundred Families Surnames (çžĺŽśĺ§) that have since developed into around 800 official Chinese family names. While the first letter of the Chinese name is limited to these characters and must be passed down by fatherâs side of the family, the latter part of the name is open to an infinite amount of choices and combinations.
Before I explain the possibilities, one has to understand the mechanics of the tiniest component of the Chinese language: a Chinese character. Unlike Arabic and French, Chinese is not phonetic. You also donât need lots of characters to create a word. One character can be a word symbolic for a place, a thing, an action, a disposition. With one character you can express âbuildingâ (ć¨) just as well as you can express âdreamâ (夢).
Through one or two more characters(s) added onto the family name, the parents instill their hopes and dreams onto the newly named.
Longevity. Beauty. Elegance.
Or perhaps the namers want to give what they never had to the receiver of the name.
Wealth. Fame. Respect.
The possibilities are infinite. For example, my paternal cousinâs name is made up of the words âBookâ (ć¸) and âPeaceâ (ĺšł) because his father wanted my cousin to succeed in his scholarly endeavors.
I was acquainted with a man whose name is âRoad Strengthâ because his mother gave birth to him upon a road.
I met a girl atop Mount Huangshan when she explained, over the sound of scattered thunder storms, that her name is âSun Cloudâ (ćĽé˛) and that she happens to be a student of Thunder Studies at Nanjing University.
The third character in my Chinese American friendâs name represents the place she was born, âCaliforniaâ (ĺ ).
I met a gentleman in Dali smoking around a bonfire who introduced himself to me as, what I thought was, âMountain Roadâ (幹衯). In Chinese its pronounced shan lu, and I being the romantic, I imagined his namer to be a dreamer, that perhaps she sees the difficulties in conquering a mountain but also the rewards â like good health and aerial scenery â it can reap. But nope. He laughed and reiterated that he actually said san lu meaning âThree Roadâ (ä¸čˇŻ) and he actually named himself because likes the melodious rhythm of the simple words.
The combination of words can also make up new meanings, for example, in the film âUp in the Wind,â the heroine has the words âSkyâ and âHappyâ in her name. The combination of these two characters set her up for mockery because âSkyâ can also mean âDailyâ when prefixed; her name thus is interpreted as âHappy Everydayâ (夊ç˝) when the characterâs disposition is nothing of the sort.
So what do the three seemingly random sounds that my parents gave me mean? What is Wang Yi Jing? My family name is Wang, it means âVast,â and its tradition to use it. But for the open-to-creativity component, my parents chose âYiâ (ĺŽ) because they wanted me to be âFittingâ and suitable for any given circumstance. As for the last character of my name, after voyaging between Shanghai and Kunming, I learned that my Jing is an uncommonly used character, and because of that I must always describe how it is written. I would tell my new friends that it sounds like another Jing which means âSceneryâ (ćŻ) but when written, it has an upright âHeartâ to the left of it (ćŹ). My Jing means to be âAwake,â such as in life and in consciousness because much like Oscar Wildeâs famous verse, my parents wanted me to realize that âto live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist. That is all.â
If you had the choice, what would your Chinese name be? Would it be more of a transliteration or would you try and reflect your own values and interests? I met a woman whom identifies with the male gender. To align with her chosen gender, she renamed herself Xiao Song or âLittle Pineâ because she not only think its masculine, but because she is fascinated by pine trees and squirrels.
In Chinese identity, literarily, you can be anyone you want to be.