New Orleans August 2001 - before 9/11 and Katrina

Am home again and it has been a restful Saturday so far after yesterday's hectic rush culminating in a buffet dinner with my staff and their families. A pleasant affair with nice food. I attempted my sister-in-laws Anis' ROJAK TAHU with very hot garlicky sauce and it was the first item cleared up! What a grand success.

Woke up rather early despite last night's late end. A marathon four-hour plus of Sharifah Aini, Cristian Castro, Luis Miguel and Russell Watson -The VOICE (listen to him sing Saylon Dola or Panis Angelicus - it'll make the hair on your back stand - O RES MIRABILIS! For someone so young he's giving the Three Tenors a good run for their money!! Look out Roberto Alagna, and Andrea Bocelli, eat your heart out ...), while I had my breakfast, flipped through my morning papers (more Fujimori witch hunt, what else ) and my new acquisitions of Architectural Digest, National Geographic, Deepak Chopra's latest book AND an updated English translation of the Koraan (all of which acquired at Houston George Bush Airport); did the rest of my unpacking, inspected the new growths in my garden, and just pottered around with darling Toby at my heel. Isn't that what being home is all about ?

I flew back Friday night after a most pleasant break in New Orleans. Just what I needed after months of awful weather here. Over there it was just like in Malaysia - hot, humid and it rained buckets most afternoons. I never knew I would welcome a change to such weather when in KL I would hate it. See what Lima can do to you!

I walked so much and did most things expected of visitors to New Orleans - did the swamp (bayou) tour and fed the alligators marshmallows and chicken meat. Visited an old plantation and felt like Rhett Butler strutting around in one of them grand ole wooden villas. Ate okra and chicken gumbos and seafood jambalaya and various Creole dishes, drowned with non-alcoholic daiquiris. Cruised down the Mississippi in a grand old paddled steam boat. Stayed up late and listened to endless jazz bands while I had my meals. Visited awesome, rather kitch cemeteries. Toured the posh old residential with them grand houses. Stayed in an elegant french-style courtyard hotel (the Maison Dupuy) in the French Quarters (that seved the most wonderful breakfast). Saw a contemporary French movie (with Gerard Depredieu no less!). Scoured the French and the flea market, real humid and hot there. Watched a jazzy funeral procession. Took pictures of the many live human sculptures everywhere (what an occupation pretending to be a statue!). And many more things including shopping of course! I even went to a dinner concert by one Danny O'Flaherty in an Irish pub and enjoyed it thoroughly and got an autographed CD at that. I really had a wonderful time in New Orleans, tired feet, rain and all. People were friendly and the mood was always festive .

I began my holiday with a one-night and full-day stay in Houston and that was most pleasant as well (but neither George Bush Senior nor the President was there to greet me on arrival! Their loss !!!). Houston was such a huge, modern cosmopolitan city not for walking so I was driven around by a Vietnamese who had spent time in the refugee camp in Pulau Bidong, an economic refugee from Ghana who ran off with my US$5 change, a bearded and 'fezzed' Pakistani 'brother' in full jelabah (!!) who insisted on driving me pass the local mosque, an Irish and finally an Italian-Croat.

During the one hour fight from Houston to New Orleans, our plane hit an air pocket and we took a huge dip. Passangers' drinks including my non-alcoholic Bloody Mary (Virgin Mary lah) landed everywhere including on the ceiling. My young and very, very vain Amish neighbour just could not get over his slightly soiled crisp cotton pants and mean haircut!! O VANITY THOU! Aero Continental was profusely apologetic (not their fault what) and offered everyone dry cleaning vouchers. Now that's what I call service .

I must have brought the sun back from Louisiana and Texas because yesterday was a brilliant sunny day and today looks like the same. I could have had a garden party yesterday. No plans for the weekend, there are plenty of food left from last night. Only a massage appointment and I should take my car out for a spin to warm the underused engine. Tomorrow I may scour the antique shops and look for an old Spanish wooden chest or a European commode that my new Architectural Digest had inspired me .

Nice weekend everyone, and please write soon.

I wrote this to my friends on 1st September 2001 while I was living in Peru, after coming home from a week's holiday in New Orleans, USA. Ten days later terrorists blew up the Twin Towers in New York. The world, and visiting the US have never been the same again since then..... And New Orleans had since then been totally devastated by KATRINA! Wonder what it is like today!