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Tinkerbell Legacy - Living with a flying parrot

New camera at Jurong Bird Park // Shades of Yingshiong
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More photos in Flickr folder 20130409 Jurong Bird Park
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157633238056135/

You recalled my last entry.
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/141331.html

Half the time I was moaning at how heavy an SLR and SLRs seemed to get heavier and heavier each time I carried that about. The other half the time in that blog, I was moaning how wanting those compact camera was in the quality of photos taken, especially of wild birds on long distance shots. Even of beasties such as that beautiful colugo at near finger touching range and in low light condition, the compact camera was found wanting.

I half toyed in my mind about once again getting an SLR. Then I thought again how I had bought and given away Nikon and other good SLRs to friends, to son, or used as door stops. And would that be the same fate for the SLR that I wanted to buy?

An old friend on my list as if he read my mind wrote to me he had the same problems in the past in love/hate relationship with SLR/compact camera.

He is Chiu San, a well known aviculturist and an avid wild bird watcher in Singapore. I had mentioned him before such as his defense of chicken feed in
In defence of chicken feed // LiBai // Shama singing competition at Bishan
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/127565.html

He was also a camera man which I was not since using SLR as door stop and then arm twisting my son to accept that as a gift. For all I know, my son used that as doorstop in his apartment.

He wrote to me of the new (new to me) micro four thirds, an intermediate between SLR and compact, designed for those with love/hate relationship with SLR/compact. That was a revelation to me. First time I ever heard of micro four thirds. Something lighter than SLR, with interchanging lenses and good quality shots.

I googled and googled and pondered . I knew I would be travelling about and I would like to take better shots than with my Canon IXUS. I went to the shops to hold and feel the cameras.

And bought myself an Olympus Pen PL5 with silver body and two lenses. A 14-42mm and a 40-150mm. That will be equivalent of SLR 28-84mm and 80-300mm. And a lot lighter than SLRs. So those reading me and with love/hate relationship with SLR/compact, you might think of this too. I had thought Olympus died in financial fiascos. But I was wrong, and Olympus was at the forefront of M43. I used to have Olympus digital in early days with Tinkerbell. And I liked the shots and color taken then.

I charged up the battery and shot and shot my cats, my books , and other stuff. I took that camera with me everytime I went out to shoot and shoot anything that move and things that do not move.
Seen those shots and deleted all of them to shoot and shoot again. That was to get the feel of the camera. Found the lithium battery BLS5 can allow 500 shots to be taken and recommended to have a spare battery. I called up the shop and was told a ear popping price of SGD80 a battery. I fired up Alibaba and checked on Internet a battery equivalent was USD 10.6 with free shipping and ordered that. I then recalled my wife telling me one of her Alibaba purchase came 6 weeks later. I then went to Sim Lim Square and found a shop selling BLS5 equivalent for SGD 18. So I bought that in case the China battery come to me 6 weeks late and I needed a spare battery before I go off in a few days time (An email came to me today my order already mailed and on way to me).

I got to say I really liked the way the Olympus PL5 handled. In taking the camera with me, I was experimenting the ways I could carry that camera in a small Lowepro zipped up camera case. With aid of my trusty Dyneema lines, I came to a nice compromise where the Lowepro camera case could be attached to the front of my backpack for easy taking of the camera, or kept in the backpack.

I was looking for a bino, a Nikon Action Extreme 7x35, highly recommended by a birdwatching society for weight, quality and cost. I could not find that yet.

I wrote I got myself one year free entries into the Singapore Zoo and Jurong Bird Park as I decided I will not be getting any birdie until I know I am more permanent in a place.

And so it was on 2013, April 09 that I went to the Jurong Bird Park to try out my Olympus PL5. The last time I was there was in 2008 April 9th with my wife to see Yingshiong. That was exactly 5 years ago. I only realised this when I was editting this after I incorrectly listed 13 april was the time I went, changed that to 9th April in checking when the photos were taken.
Shama Yingshiong - Final Closure
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2008/04/10/

I did not go back to Jurong Bird Park since then. I was not even certain if Yingshiong was still there.
This entry to JBP was to test fire the new camera and with the telephoto lens.


Please excuse this rather average camera man holding that good camera. How average I was/am can be seen the shots were all taken under auto mode of the camera, basically making the camera a point and shoot camera.

I went there at about 230pm. Since I have a year pass, it did not matter if I went there late. For you folks coming to Singapore and visiting the Jurong Bird Park, you should plan on coming here early in the day and spending the entire day here. I was here just to test my camera out and visited just a few of the many exhibits here.

Still here are some opening photos

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The owl was in a very very low light environment to simulate night time. Of course, it will be unthinkable for me to use flash. The owl photos were better than I expected. But bloody hell! Olympus PL5 was not cheap.

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The conures were behind wire meshes. The camera kept focusing on the wire mesh. I then made the camera focused on equivalent distance on bush, and with button half depressed, turned on the conures which then focused on them and blurring the wire. This was done later to the hornbills and toucans and others.

The ibises were shot through plate glass window

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Next was the walk in enclosures of the Emporer pigeons

The Victoria Crowned Pigeons

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The common Crowned Pigeons

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Sheepmaker's Crowned Pigeons

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Bird of Paradise was also a walked in aviary.

Forgot the name below. It was shot at extreme focus of SLR 300mm equivalent and it was dark there with rain clouds above and in my unsteady hand. I think the auto stabilisation could do only so much.

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Hornbills and toucans

I had to focus outside the cage to equivalent distance and then holding that focus to blur out the wire mesh


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Beautiful Rhino Hornbill (I think)
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Cock of the rock at extreme distance and dark conditions.

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3 pm was the time the free flights of birds were done.

I had difficulty in following the birds in flights and almost all the photos were binned, about 200++

Here are a couple of shots

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Then it was time for me to go to the South East Asian exhibit where Yingshiong will be, if he was still there.

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Reeves pheasant on way to the shama
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Racquet tail Drongo on way to shama. This used to be so common in the forest reserves when I was younger. Beautiful bird with metallic call. Never seen or heard them in forest reserves the times I went there.

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A very friendly straw headed bubul. He was first on my hand, but with the tele lens, I could not focus on him until he came to my toes.

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And then I was at the shama aviary.

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I was excited. I liked to think that was Yingshiong. I called out "Yingshiong Yingshiong come come come"
He looked steadily at me. I called again, and again. I was imagining he was Yingshiong. I thought he forgotten about me. I could not blame him. I had not seen him for years. I thought about seeing him each time I was back.

He could not have known it was too painful for me to see him. That it was not because I did not care for him or forgot him that I did not come to see him. It was still very sad to see his cold shouldering of me.

I called again to see his indifference to me.

Then I noticed a flicker at the far end of the cage. Another shama was at the far end. I called Yingshiong.

And that shama at the far end flew, remaining at far end. My throat was up in my mouth.
I called again to see him flying about. I stood there and waited a while. The earlier shama flew off. And then the one at the back came to where the earlier shama was.

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I truly like to think the 2nd one was my Yingshiong. Yingshiong had a way of hanging his wings low to show more of the white of his white rumped. Sadly, I seldom shot YS when his back was to me. But here is one

See archive photos of Yingshiong
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and some of his songs
http://www.shanlung.com/shamasong2.html


I have no way of knowing. I could have asked JBP people. Those I known have left. Would they know of one tiny bird in their collection of truly awesome birds? YS might not mean anything to them even if Yingshiong meant more to me than to them.

Partly might be my own cowardice. What if I was told YS died?
Would it be good to ask?

The clouds above started to open up. I had to leave, knowing I have a year pass to be back.

I passed an aviary when I turned my head. That was an Asian Fairy Bluebird. I knew that could not be Oberon.
But you all will understand I had to take a photo even though the rains were coming down strong

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I then had keep my Olympus to protect it from the rain and ran to the exit.

In a few days, I will be going to Pangkor Island opposite Lumut to check out that place. And if that oter BLS5 battery get to me before that, it will be great. If not, I do have a spare.



More photos in Flickr folder 20130409 Jurong Bird Park
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157633238056135/






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14 Apr 2013

I have kicked Old Nic for One miraculous year, two incredible months, two wonderful weeks, three luvly days, 20 bloody hours, 12 misc minutes and 15 odd seconds. of cold turkey after about 45++ years of smoking. 22584 cigarettes not smoked, saving $11,857.09. Life saved: 11 weeks, 1 day, 10 hours, 0 minutes.

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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://shanlung.com/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://shanlung.com/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html


Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2187.html
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.


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FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.

Durrell-life member


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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Taiping thoughts //Ivan photos//Camera malfunction at NanHwaShi//Combat Taijichuan -some notes
shanlung
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Continued from The start of my next chapter
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/141112.html

More photos in Flickr folder Taiping of Perak, Malaysia
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157633124399372/

I came back into Singapore from Taiping for about a week now. You know my usual obeisance to Procrastinatia before my writing of the report.

Taiping was a delightful little town up against the Maxwell hills. Once a center of economic activity with tin mining in the past but becoming a lot quieter now with freeways moving cars and transport away from this little town. Poor Taiping even lost their intercity bus station. You will have to go to Kamuting or Simpang to catch buses to other cities.

I was first staying in Potato Hotel, 7 km from Taiping town in Simpang. I knew it was some way from the Taiping town center. I thought by staying out, and walking/cycling to town, I would get to see more of the suburbs and get a better feel of the houses there. After all, I was to check out if Taiping is suitable for me to retire in. Helps too when I knew in a few days, I be staying in heart of town in Hotel Fuliyean that I booked in my first day walk there.

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Bike being prepared for me at that shop.
One reason for the garish pink was that I hope that would make it unpalatable to be stolen. Bicycle thieves should have some standard and I thought garish pink too much for them

Even with that pink bicycle which rode like a MYR190 worth of bike. Only one gear, which was not very good for riding on the overpass to get over railway tracks. Further more, I did not even realised the tyres were half inflated until a few days later in which I toiled away. The bike rode a lot better with tyres fully inflated.

Eventually I moved to Hotel Fuliyean in Taiping town. Lots of swallows in town, nesting under the eaves of buildings. Nowhere in town can you escape the white noise of swallows chattering away. I had no problem with this kind of noise. But sadly Fuliyean was at a road junction, with a sewer coverplate that went KLANG every time a car went over it. And the hotel believed a night will be MYR60 and 5 nights will be 5*60. I told the hotel I be staying in Taiping for 3 weeks, and they told me it will cost me 3 * 7 * 60. Repeated to me slowly as if I could not understand the maths. I paid for 3 nights. And I found another hotel, Peking Hotel. I was told MYR 45 night. And when I said I stay long period, the owner immediately cut it to 40/night. I probably could get it lower, but I was never one to drive a hard bargain.

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That hotel was converted from an old stately home. Plumping and power cranky and temperamental at times. A nice hotel full of character and with folks there happy to please me and to make suggestion when they heard I was checking Taiping for retirement.

There were even cheaper hotels, and more expensive hotels. I liked a certain degree of comfort and Peking Hotel suited me.

I took this as a period to experiment with my mind and come to terms to how potential retirement be like. The cycle was very useful to my getting around Taiping. The pace of life very slow, and I never felt intimidated on the road by cars.

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Food was not only half the cost in Singapore. The food there was more in quantity and much more tasty. You will order the food and the hawkers will deliver the food to your table. Unlike the misery in Singapore where we were compelled to wait for the food be prepared at the stall and then to act as hawker assistants to deliver the food. I ended up eating more as I could order from different stalls.

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In the evenings, tables were set out in the street for al fresco dining.

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Eating out became an embarrasement as to the honesty of the folks in Taiping. I walked from my table not realising a stream of coins were dropping from my pocket. Until a hawker assistant approached me with two hands cupped together of coins that he said I dropped. I took that in my hands, pressed that back into his hands and told him to keep them as the return unasked made my day. I handed out notes stucked together and got that returned and pressed my me to them to keep it. Notes dropped from my pocket and returned.

There were a lot of kitties there. Since I ordered more food, the kitties got the benefit of the extra food. Kitties there were rather small size. My Ivan is not big. And yet the kitties there were half to 2/3 the size of Ivan.

Recent photos of Ivan. He normally greet me when I got home by meowing at me till I stop and then he would jump to my shoulder.

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When I woke up, I would go to one of the nearby coffee shop for my coffee and breakfast of chinese porridge or dim sum. I then would cycle off to the huge lake garden, or take a jeep up 10 km and 1000m up Maxwell hill (called Bukit Larut as the local name) or the Zoo.

In all cases, I find I need to still my mind. Falling back to my Taoist mental training and to be one with my surrounding. It was a relaxed absorption of things around me and a coming to grips with time when one had a lot of time.

Locals frequenting the lake gardens noticed me and would chat with me.

I had a copy of Tom Clancy novels to do a bit of reading now and then.

I have affinity with birds. I used to have SLR. But it seemed the SLR got heavier and heavier and was given away or used as door stop. I thought my Canon IXUS compact was good enough. I soon got to realised a compact camera was not good enough if I like wild birds and want to take photos of them.


More photos in Flickr folder Taiping of Perak, Malaysia
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157633124399372/

The Lake gardens
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In between reading, being one with the surroundings, there were birds there. I watched the blue eared kingfisher, the white throated kingfisher and the majestic stork billed kingfisher perched on the branches and lampost around the lake and diving into the water for their catch.

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white throated kingfisher.
The blue eared and the storkbilled were not so cooperative.

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I was holding my breath when a big dark shape flew to the ground about 50++ meters away. It was the gorgeous eagle owl. My compact at extreme zoom did not make it gorgeous. I tried to walk slowly to get better shots. He turned around looked at me slowly and flew away. He hypnotised me not to press the camera button. I wished I had that SLR.

There is a road around the lake garden. With very old rain tress festooned with epiphytes, orchids and ferns.

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One day after lunch in one of the hawker center at the lakeside and I was riding back to a pavilion, I saw a
big bird landing on a roadside raintree. I was delighted to see it was an Oriental Pied hornbill. Sadly, he was not cooperative with me. Perhaps he was miffed I was not using an SLR but a puny compact.

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Maxwell hill or Bukit Larut was another place I went to regularly. At 1000M, it was cooler up there. The road up was surfacd, but very steep and no private cars were allowed up. Only 4WD driven by the park rangers were allowed. You pay MYR6 for return journey.

Foot of Maxwell hill
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folks with more energy then me walked up and down the hill
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hut at halfway point
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old colonial hill station where the jeep stop and turn back.
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Taiping town below at foot of mountain

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The little shelter where I sit out, read, ate my lunch , or be one with the surroundings and ponder over retirement

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I think I been up Bukit Larut about 6 times or so. One day, I was rather surprised a big load of fertiliser came up with a guy. As a reward for us being squeezed with the bag of fertiliser, the jeep went up another 4-5 km or so to the botanical research station further up. I never would walk a km up so I never would have gotten here. Unlike my earlier days where I literally would hop step and skip 10 km while carrying 40kg backpack.

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There were birds and butterflies up here. The brave attempt by my compact

What I thought to be a striated swallow. But other bird watching guru told me it was a Pacific swallow

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A beautiful streaked spiderhunter getting nectar with his curved bill from a red flower in center of photo
(you might need to click on photo and open that to large size to see the spiderhunter)
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There was a war memorial at the foot of Maxwell hill. As resting places for those that gave their futures that we have our present. I drop by there after Maxwell hill from time to time to pay my respect.


More photos in Flickr folder Taiping of Perak, Malaysia
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157633124399372/

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The other place I went regularly to was the Taiping zoo. They had orang utans, gibbons, tigers, etc etc etc.
But there were two that I liked especially.

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Above the Java Hill Mynah in a walk in enclosure that I got friendly with. Then a group of other enthusiatic visitors would try to touch him prompting him to fly away.

You all know I love the Formosan Blue Magpie. In the zoo was the Malayan Blue Magpie. Not as big as the Formosan, and the blue not as brilliant metallic as Formosan. Still a lovely bird with a kind of white crest.

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I was checking out the housing. Condos were springing up. Sudio apartments at MYR 50,000 . Houses with a bit of garden at MYR150,00++

Peking hotel boss knew of my rapport with kitties and birds and knew I like some land. He told me of a guy wanting to sell his 2 acre farm of fruit trees at MYR200,000.

The farm was back of a hill. Idyllic to me. Except you need to get through chinese cememtry to the farm.
I was not worried about cemetry or ghosts. Neither is my wife.
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That MYR200k was like a steal to me. 2 acre in Singapore would be about USD20++ million. If all the apartments and condos and houses of Singapore were sold, the money will be enough to buy the entire USA.

But was I ready to settle down, invest more time , money and effort to have a nice place to live in and animals and birds? Will I like that enough to persuade my wife to join me? This was a test as you all know. Not just of Taiping, but of myself. Could I adjust to a different pace of life? In my other travels, I was always moving along and doing many things. This was about the first time I stayed put for 3 weeks. I need not spend USD1000 a day at a resort to enjoy. Enjoyment is a state of mind not related at all to cost.

My three weeks ended in Taiping. A very beautiful town. But Taiping was not the town for me, yet. I need to see more places and other places. I left my pink bike as a gift to Peking Hotel. That should I be back there again and the bike still around, they said of course, I would be able to use that bike.

I came back to Singapore and relief of my wife who knew I would look after the 2 cats and their litter.
We sadly decide keeping 2 kitties would be too difficult for my wife. Ivan of course will be kept. We found a good home for Sieben, a family who used to have Sieben sibling before.

Before I go off on my next trip, Sieben will be given over to them.

I knew I had not found a place to retire in , and not likely to find that soon. And as such, I would not have a bird with me until then.

I decided to have a year pass into the Jurong Bird Park and Singapore Zoo. That I could go there as often as I like to be with birdies and beasties. That was what I did on 28th March Thursday. WIth my year pass, I was walking in the Singapore Zoo. I will not bore you with the photos I took of the usual zoo animals.
And was about 545pm after a heavy rain. I was walking pass this tree when from the trunk a head pop out and 2 big eyes looked at me. That was not part of the zoo animals. But a wild beastie who happened to be on the tree trunk.

It was a very beautiful colugo. When I first came across him in the fading dusk light, the shade and folds of the skin became one with the tree trunk. My first sight was literally the head with 2 big eyes looking at me. I was entranced.

People mistakenly called it the flying squirrel.

He was about the size of Ivan. He tolerated me being very close to him. Light was very bad. I tried to hold as still as I could so the compact can gather enough light. I think I really need to get that SLR.

I did not want to use the flash.
But in the end, I did, moving further away from the beautiful creature in my bid to reduce the impact, and using zoom to compensate

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In about 10 days or so, I will be going to Pangkor Island for 3 weeks or so.
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Camera malfunction at NanHwaShi

I had made entries elsewhere that I thought I should include into the livejournal.
You recalled my Fragments of earlier memories http://shanlung.livejournal.com/111670.html
I told about that entity which fogged up my camera and my wife camera.

That was not the only time cameras malfunctioned.
There was another of such occurence.
http://thetaobums.com/topic/24841-fragments-of-earlier-memories-of-taiwan/page-2
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Posted 17 October 2012 - 02:42 PM
It was the recent discussions on the 6th Patriach HuiNeng that brought this back from my memories.

It was in the mid 1990s where I was living in a small fishing village Sai Kung in the New Territories of Hongkong. Which was next door to Guangzhou.

I made a lot of small trips into Guangzhou, and a lot of longer trips into far flung parts of China.
But this was one of the smaller trip into the province of Guangzhou.

To Shaoquan and a temple NanHwaSi 南華寺 near that town. And later on you realised why I wrote of that in this particular thread.

Travels in those days were nothing like the travelling in China of nowadays. Buses were crowded and roads small and potholed.
Money, especially USD was a lot bigger than, and pace of life much slower.

NanHwaSi was a vast sprawling Zen monastery with history stretching back over a thousand years and more. One of the reasons why I went to NanHuaSi was the purported mummifed remains of the 6th Patriach HuiNeng in the monastery.

I have said HuiNeng went on to settle in PoLin Monastery. That was correct. That was the name when he went there in 700AD. Song Dynasty Emperor Taizong changed the name to NanHwaSi in 968AD. Which was why the mummified remains of HuiNeng was in Nanhwasi.

I stayed over in the domitories of NanHwaSi for a few nights. Ample time to explore the vast grounds of Nanhwasi. And to see, taste and smell the goings and the rituals of the temple which started before the break of dawn. The crystal clear sound of a bell with the beating throbbing of the wooden fish interlace with the chants of prayers.

How much of the temple was old and how much rebuilt I could not tell. Apparently horrors of Chinese civil war aka the Red Guards visited this place. Only the prestige of departed Patriach Hsu Yun saved this old temple from even worse horrors. For those who do not know, Hsu Yun was the acknowledged Patriach of all Zen temples be them North or South.

HuiNeng body was behind glass panels. I looked as closely as I could and was disappointed that it looked like carved out of wood. Apparently it was truly mummified. Japanese occupation during WW2 examined the body to show bones and internal organs. HuiNeng was very highly respected by the Japanese and also the presence of Hsu Yun was very highly regarded.

There were signs and posters that no photography allowed of HuiNeng's mummy.

In those days, only the posters were there with no custodians. The only human or humanoid in the room was yours truly and his friend and HuiNeng.

I took a few photos with flash. Then I turned off the flash to take even more photos in case the glass reflect the flash..

I eventually went back to Hongkong to see the digital photos I had taken with my Olympus
Photos of the NanHwaSi were beautiful and clear, of the temple and of the grounds.

All the photos taken of HuiNeng, with the flash, and without the flash, were all fogged over. All photos before , and after were ok.

This was in about 1996, way before that strange incident with my camera and my wife's camera of the little road side temple in 2002 as I related in Fragments. When I found the cameras could not shoot that temple, I recollected the incident of NanHwaSi immediately there and then.

And as that entity fingered my hard drive, non of the photos of NanHwaSi can now be seen, unfogged or fogged, and many other photos of my travelling about in China, near and far.

Idiot on the Path
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Combat taijichuan- some notes
http://thetaobums.com/topic/24575-taijiquan-styles/page-4

Posted elsewhere but I like this to be in my livejournal as well

Posted 23 February 2013 - 10:47 AM

shanlung, on 11 Sept 2012 - 02:02, said:


I did not know my earlier embedded URLs did not get through in this posting.

This is to rectify that.

Taoism - Some thoughts on Wu Wei
http://www.shanlung.com/oldwuwei.html

(this also give a sketch to my earlier days and involvement in martial arts)

My take on taijichuan as martial art and another attempt to explain fajing

Taijichuan martial arts
http://www.shanlung.com/oldtaijichuan.html


Idiot on the Path

http://shanlung.com/



I thought I should write down some of my experiences of Taijichuan before it faded away.
Sadly, taijichuan started to go away from me when Tinkerbell came into my life as seen in my earlier writing here.

I was martial arts inclined. Started with Korean TKD and Goju ryu. And later with Shaolin Kungfun passed down indirectly by a Shaolin Monk Sek Koh Sum who came from China to be Abbot in Singapore Suan Lin Tse. That Abbot died before my interest in martial arts was kindled. One of his tudi was my friend. I got to where I could snap the top half with a chop or reversed punch of a brick placed on palm of a hand. With Judo done in school and Western boxing done in my Army days, I had my share of real knocks and bumps.

I knew little of taijichuan other than that first encounter very much earlier on and which left a good respect for that. I had not even known of the different schools of taijichuan thinking they were all the same.

Which was why I was doing the Sun Jia Taijichuan, largely because of another Chinese MA guy I respected and he asked me to join him. Later on, I learned Sun Jia was from Sun Lutang, a guy who was good in HsingYi and Pakua and later learned taijichuan. Sun jia was a fusion of HsingYi, Pakua and taijichuan. I was at this for a few years following that lady. She was a student of Sun Lu Tang.

Then in 1980, Chen Hsiao Wang, the Jangmengpai of Chen Jia came to Singapore with the opening up of China.
He hold a demonstration as a kind of announcement of his arrival. During his demo, he asked for 2 volunteers to come up and lock his arms. To my delight and surprise, I saw two of my friends walking to him. One was a 3rd dan Aikido and the other was a no nonsense Shaolin brother. I thought then armlocks by either of them cannot be broken ever. At the word that both were ready, the next moment saw both flung apart as CHW broke their locks with ease.

I signed up for CHW classes immediately. The Chen jia Lau Jia, the Jiang, the Chiang, the Dao was learned from him.
The first fajing was shown by CHW. But sadly because of that, I was mislead further away from fajing then before. Not the fault of CHW. But he was quite muscular at that time. And the mind , like a monkey, only want to believe what one want to believe.

That fajing is physical, and therefore must be from muscular/tendon background. And CHW was muscular.

I was unable to discard the lifetime of scientific western perceptions and
engineering background I had. Taiji was then interpreted by me in such a
light, grouped and generalised until it became 'understandable'. Techniques
were classified into vectorial forces and certain groups for
effect/response. 'Energy' should no longer be the static stiffness of
muscles. The whip-like effects from the legs and abdomenal/hips rotations
were equated to the 'chi' talked about. As my 'tui shou'(pushing hands)
encounters with others normally do not have me losing, I thought I won and I
thought Taiji was within my grasp.

My constant reading of the books on Taiji chuan and the TTC had me
interpreting them with the perceptions of my experiences. Rationalizations
fitted those nuggets into compartments in my mind with me feeling
justifiably proud of my 'progress'.

In 1990, I found myself in Taipei working on their mass rapid transit
system. Early morning will have me in their parks doing my taiji excercises
and 'tui shou' with uneven results.

There are masters and Masters but I was yet unable to see or know the
differences until the day I met Masters.

There were two who cannot leave my mind now. One had to walk with a cane
and need to be assisted by us to go up the steps leading to the Sun yat sen
memorial hall. Another was a slim elderly man,so slim that a strong wind
may blow him done, in the Hsingkongyuan(new Taipei park) south of the
Taipei railway station. Their weight was about 80-90 lbs.

Those two were so skinny that they were almost like walking skeletons. From time to time, I help Master Lee up the steps to SYS memorial hall and hold his arms which almost like broom stick. And when he laid down his cane for the tui shou, my body was compelled to go where it did not want to go.

It was also so laughable with the Master at HsingKongYuan.
I used to go there on some weekends to do almost free sparring with one and all. I noticed Master Liu watching me a few times. He looked like in late 70s and I thought he was toddling about there in the park for exercises. Until he asked me to try with him. As a matter of face, we all restrained ourselves. I even more with that sweet old dear.

He then started to talk with me when we were arms to arms, that he sadly over estimated me. That I was just a lump of fat and flesh with no strength at all. My politeness evaporated and I quickened my steps. He evaporated away from the center of my arms. I was very quick and he remained very slow, but not there. And kept talking to me how disappointed he was in me. And next moment, I was send flying. I came back more determined then ever. He moved like a wraith of smoke and again, I flew. I could not believe what was happening to me, lessons more intense than at SYS memorial hall with that other Master Lee. Again and again and again. My friends with me and watching all that said I was lucky. Master Liu hardly bother to do that with them. I left him with respect amounting to awe, and he asked me to see him again next week end.

I never could put the words to what Master Liu did at HKY, until I saw the movie Alien 3 - Resurrection a few years later. If you have seen this movie, you would have seen Ellen Ripley, made with genes crossed over from Alien, playing basketball with a bunch of kick ass Marines. Effortlessly toying with them, and with powers way beyond them. What was special effects happened in real life then, and at subsequent visits to Master Liu at HKY and Master Lee at SYS. Master Liu / Lee was Ripley, and I the muscle bound kick ass flat footed Marine.

It finally dawned on me in light of what happened to me that fa jing was not muscles at all. They said I lacked the faith. One cannot get the faith by reading and reading. You had to be thrown and thrown, tossed and throwned until you get it out of your head that muscles were not involved as they had no muscles to begin with. Which was why they told me what jia did not matter once I understood. Master Lee did the Yang jia to warm up before tuishou. Master Liu just do the tuishou with me on every 2nd Sunday or so when I saw him. Master Liu never told me what jia he did. He would ask me if I want to talk or tuishou, and then proceed to tui with me. I loved the mountains of Taiwan too much to be that dedicated to taijichuan with with Masters.

Not all came from those 2 Masters. I was doing the Chen jia Chen Fah Ker and the Yang Jia and Yang Jia Suan Tui shou. The Yang Jia Suan Tui Shou came from a Master Tan teaching in a tiny park next to my block in MingSheng Ser Chi. This YJSTS was actually an exercise in Ting Jing. I was so nearly kicked out by Master Tan until I latched on, and stopped doing what I took for granted, anticipating the moves, like in conventional MA. I had to use Tingjing (listening Jing). I cannot put into words the difference.

I learned each moves and the transitionings were the most important, and not just the moves. The journey is as much as the destinations. If it is just the move, then there must be just ONE form, not the multiple of forms.

From the TingJing, you get the Dong Jing (understanding Jing). That it was the Tingjing that slipped the Masters out of my hand. That even without Fa Jing, Ting Jing was more than enough to take care of attacks to lead that attack elsewhere.

I went back to Taiwan again after my initial contract was over just to do taichichuan.
I was staying in Al Amigo guest house, a cheap hostel with flat rooftop that I shared with buskers, English teachers, and other folks
I was doing about 6-7 hours of tajijichuan, 4 hours on my own and 2 with my Masters.
Doing the forms over and over and over and over again. Doing that with the Yi and alignment, to point I need not hold that in my mind.
Taiwan is a place where it rained much of the time. One period of extensive rain lead to a good breakthrough in taijichuan for me. I was in the staircase landing looking at the roof wondering if the rain would stop. In the tight space of the staircase landing, I thought I would do my form. You known the space required to do the Yang Jia long form and Chen Jia Chen Fah Ker form. With stepping back, and intermediate stepping, I found I could do those forms in constrained space, and with the feeling of doing it at regular wide space. I felt constrained space was better in that fights might well happened in constrained space. Later on, I discussed this with my Masters and showed them what I did within the space of 4 flagstones. They were happy with what I had done.
Those were the days before the Internet. I do think the Internet is not conducive to good Martial Arts, in that more time is wasted writing and reading instead of the doing.

There were obviously local students with my Masters, Taiwanese who were born into the Chinese language and many were good in Wen Yen Wen too. With their mastery of Chinese, they were way behind me in Tuishou. They did not spend as many hours as I did in the forms, in getting the alignment right and not thinking of the chi as I used to kid myself in the past. With chi here and chi there and chi everywhere which was nothing but figment of imagination. After all, by the time you think of the chi, the fight can be over, so why bother to think of the chi when it is just there if you only have the faith. My Masters showed time and time again no muscles were ever needed for the chi. They barely had enough muscles to stand upright.
I also found if Master Liu was on a good day, his fajing was direct and simple. When I was send back, it was a simple fajing. If he was feeling wicked with me, he twist his jing when he was fahing the jing. I would get twisted , and saved from a tumbling fall because he would catch me before I fall.

In the Al Amigo hostel, now and then we would have a party up the roof of the 7 floor apartment at Chilin road. Tables were brought up with beers and cakes.

I had been quite conspicuous there, with my taiji practices. Another guy also living there had been asking me to have a match which I had been declining. He told me he was doing Shoto Kan for about 12 years, and in Taipei to learn Hung Chuan. Just arm length from me, he threw a series of punches to show how fast he punched. In my mind, I was glad I never accepted his earlier challenges as he was lightning fast.

He then execute another series of punches. I knew one was heading for my jaw with intent to hurt. That split second , time slowed enough for me to have turn my body sinking down slightly with my right arm into a danpian leading his fist just out from my jaw. His withdrawal of fist was then lead by me into a haidijen.

I was conscious we were on the roof top with low parapet walls, surround by people having a good time. Fajing would fly him to the tables or to people, or over the parapet wall down to the street 7 floors below. I also wanted to defuse that situation as troubles was the last thing on my mind as that would get me kicked out of Taiwan forever.

With scarsely a thought, I pour fajing into my haidijen and the image of his body through the rood slab into the center of the Earth. And felt his body rammed vertically down and his legs were wobbly. I was so close that I supported him so he could not fall down. I never thought fajing could be done downwards. All un-premeditated. All with wuwei, or as tze run as could be. All in line with the Tao.

I spoke quietly in his ears that we should stop or folks around us be frightened and spoil the party.
He agreed very readily to my nice suggestion. We both had a beer and a quiet laugh. His friends around us had not a clue. We remained friends and he did not call on me again for any more demonstrations.

My sojourn into full time taijichuan ended when I was recalled back into service. I had a good pay check and stayed in a good apartment. But I could not spend more than 90 minutes on taijichuan daily just to tick over. Which I did regardless of the country I was in.

Until Tinkerbell came into my life.
And taijichuan went out as a result as I could not even find that 90 minutes daily.

But not entirely.
But that’s another story.

Idiotic Taoist

(a kind of postscript of my taijichuan in // Taijichuan at Koh Phagnan http://shanlung.livejournal.com/145170.html)

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1 Apr 2013

I have kicked Old Nic for One miraculous year, two incredible months, four luvly days, 9 bloody hours, 30 misc minutes and 26 odd seconds. of cold turkey after about 45++ years of smoking. 21899 cigarettes not smoked, saving $11,497.07. Life saved: 10 weeks, 6 days, 55 minutes.


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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://shanlung.com/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://shanlung.com/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html


Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2187.html
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.


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FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.

Durrell-life member


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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The start of my next chapter
shanlung
.

Just to let folks following me I started on that next chapter.
Now is 6pm the next day 26 Feb 2013, after I arrived in Taiping about 815am this morning. Flat on my stomach on bed resting my aching legs and typing out this entry. And listening to my collection of favourite songs on youtube. I was checking youtube and compiling a list of songs that I like.

Sorry, none of those new fangled music.

Folks would recognised the era of my life in my choice of songs and singers.
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLKroTZUf_YOdvxRNr7w5MSDsvAYm9ufYB

In the English songs, you might have known and like those songs and the singers.

In addition, you might notice a lot of Chinese songs, by singers you never heard of.
Do try to find the time to listen to Teresa Teng. And one of my favourite song by her is
Camelia 山茶花 a beautiful poignant love song even if you do not know Chinese.
Listen to to her other songs in my list. I think you will go on to love her. Even my Bedouin Arab friends got to love her from the CDs I played of her as we went wandering in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia 6-7 years ago.

I never liked Chinese songs until I work and lived in Taiwan. And got to love Hokkien songs as well.
That you will hear from Chen Lei. Try him.

I am staying in Potato Hotel, USD75 for 3 nights A/C, free Wifi , squeaky clean and comfortable . Crazy name, which was why I decided on whim and booked via Internet. But only for 3 nights notwithstanding I was going to stay in Taiping for 4 weeks or so.
I actually wanted to book another hotel, Hotel Fuliyean. Except you could not see Hotel Fuliyean via Internet.
So I thought better get one hotel first and fix the rest later when I got here.

On the map, Taiping seemed small. But when I started walking from Potato Hotel to Taiping town, the distances were huge or my legs a lot weaker, probably both. I really needed to build up the legs prior to heading for Pokhara and other places.

I decided early in that walk that I would buy a cheap bicycle here. One can get a lot faster on 2 wheels than on 2 legs. Renting a car would separate me from the place. To make my wife smile, I bought a cycle painted shocking pink, rejecting another in electric blue. Cost me MYR$190 with a lock thrown in(100MYR=USD32.24). I would use it for 3-4 weeks and told the shop owner I might give the cycle back to them. They were delighted when I told them I was considering retiring in Taiping and will be staying here 3-4 weeks to check this town out.

I liked this place already even 30 minutes into my walk. I heard bird songs I never heard before. Folks on bicycles and small bikes in the rustic road between Potato Hotel and Taiping were greeting me. I thought they greeted someone else until I realised it was me that they were saying hi to , or smiling to, or waving to.

With the Maxwell hills wreathed in mists and clouds popping up over the Taiping lakes that I cycled to, this reminded me to Taiwan.

Later on I found Hotel Fuliyean and will be moving there this coming friday. They decided against credit card which was why they were invisible to booking agents. At MYR$60/night, it was cheaper than Potato and in heart of town as well. On hearing that I bought the bike and might be giving to the cycle shop, the proprietress urged me to give her, and I could borrow and use the bike when I should be back in Taiping. Worth considering.

My Malaysian $ went like smoke, and considering Fuliyean believed in cash, I had to change more.
But cost of living , and friendliness of folks here is so heart warming. A filling delicious lunch cost me MYR$3 and iced Coke MYR$1.7

I told others I was on this track on morning of 25 Feb 2013 in a forum where Taoists, or folks who think they are Taoists met. I signed off there as Idiotic Taoist, or Taoistic Idiot.

Later on , in yet another forum http://www.as3-web.org/, a support group for folks kicking bastard Old Nic, I told them too, extracting to that AS3 forum my letter from thetaobums.com

That was in http://www.as3-web.org/discuss/index.php?topic=2402.0
Kind of farewell letter

I wrote that in another forum where we talk of the Tao
http://thetaobums.com/topic/26951-what-defines-a-daoist/page-18

That I append here
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To folks of the Tao,

even if we cannot agree as to what the Tao is.

I beg absence of leave for some time as I embarked on my own journey on the Path.

I am seeking for a place to retire in. I wrote of that a bit earlier in my blog. http://shanlung.livejournal.com/140773.html

Definately not in Singapore where I have the misfortune to be born in and holding the passport here. Which has the distinction of being the most miserable country in a Gallup polls finding. It also has the distinction of the most unemotional country in another Gallup polls finding.

Even when compared to folks of basketcase countries like BanglaDesh or Phillipines.

Even when compared to folks in war torn counties like Afghanistan, Iraq and Syria.

Or even both in one such as in Somali

Read that in a blog below.

Singapore. The most miserable people in the world, says Gallup poll
http://singaporedissident.blogspot.sg/2012/12/singapore-most-miserable-people-in.html

Much unlike what the regime here portray as very happy people and all blessings including rising of the sun and falling of rain and blossoming of flowers entirely due to the wise leadership of the government of Singapore. Might amuse you the world 30 top highest paid politicians are all found in Singapore.

http://mysingaporenews.blogspot.sg/2009/04/top-30-highest-paid-politicians-in.html

So before you bad mouth your politicians, think how lucky you are compared to folks in Singapore. They cannot be voted out. So I vote with my feet.

To find that place to retire in, I cannot rely on what others say. I need to go there, and live there for 3-4 weeks to see if I will fit in. I live simply and worked long enough not to have to work anymore. I will be going to a few places to check them out.

So I will eventually be going to Pokhara, Nepal. To Laos and China.

Probably to Spain and Central America and later to Ecuador.

I dislike cities, preferring hamlets and small towns and close to mountains or the sea.

This evening in about ten hours time, I have a bus ticket that will take me to the first of that destination. Taiping of Perak in Malaysia. To be there for 3-4 weeks, followed by XYZ or where ever the Tao lead me to and that I can feel closer to the Tao even if I cannot know what the Tao is.

If LZ (LaoZi) would have his rathers, I think he probably would rather sit in a bus instead of the back of an ox.

Obviously I might not be in the Internet , or in it for brief visits.

I feel that when I get back here, you all will not be any closer to defining a Taoist , or the Tao or even what fa jing (check what I wrote in thetaobums on taijichuan) is.

Or find you all making a wiser choice of just sitting around and enjoying tea.

Idiot on the Path
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And spoke to my Taiwan friends and Mr Yu that I probably be in Taiwan in May 2013 for a few weeks

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On 26th Feb 2013

I have kicked Old Nic for One miraculous year, four wonderful weeks, one luvly day, 16 bloody hours, 32 misc minutes and 44 odd seconds. of cold turkey after about 45++ years of smoking. 20180 cigarettes not smoked, saving $10,594.57. Life saved: 10 weeks, 1 hour, 40 minutes.


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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://shanlung.com/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://shanlung.com/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html


Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2187.html
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.


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FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.

Durrell-life member


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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Taiwan Bike ride May 2002 from WulingNongChang/Lishan down to Yilan
shanlung
.

It was a pity I lost so many sets of photographs when that entity reached its hand into my hard drive and squeezed the life out of it. That was written in my
Fragments of earlier memories of Taiwan
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/111670.html

That included many of my mountain bike rides on my Giant Iguana and another good bike. It was so easy to take your bike up the train in Taiwan, go to beautiful area, detrained yourself and ride.

I have been doing some bike riding since my return to Singapore. I lived in Jurong West and sadly, this area is not well connected to the rest of Singapore with the Park Connectors or PCNs. The PCNs provided a safe way to ride your bicycle rather than on the roads of Singapore with homicidal drivers of cars and trucks and buses.

In the last couple of months, I joined Singapore bike forums and joined them on some of the bike ride outings.

Which prompted me to write this one chapter of my life when I was then in Taiwan. That hopefully some of the beauty of Taiwan can be conveyed to those bike riders, and at sometime in their life, they go and ride bikes in Taiwan too.

Taiwan has very beautiful and very high mountains. I liked riding for the pleasure. Bursting my lungs and driving my legs into cramps by very hard cycling did not enter my mind. I found it a lot easier to ride down mountains than to ride up the mountains.

So I cheated. I would take the bike up the bus going up the mountain, and then ride down. Elevation drop of 2000++ meters and a long long road.

Or I hired a car , drive the car up with the Giant Iguana, ride the bike down escorted by the car.
And for some strange reasons, I have this particular set of photos. Which allowed me to write this little episode

As happened on May 2002. We drove from Taipei and up almost to WulingNongChang. Elevation was about 2000M.
And I rode the bike down.

Many more photos in Flickr set WulingNongchang to Yilan bike ride
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157632148812921/detail/

From WulingNongChang to Yilan bike ride

Despite starting higher up, it was not cold as the sun was shining. But in the mountains, weather changed faster than a woman changing her mind. Photos taken by my wife following in car

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But when the clouds rolled in, the temperature dropped. I had to pull a thick shirt on.

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Yes! I had a lot more hair that time and the hair was still black!

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On those rides, half the time I was praying and half the time squeezing the brakes. I hardly looked at the speedometer as my eyes were largely on the road, or looking out at the beautiful mountains.

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That is me on the far side.

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Many more photos in Flickr set WulingNongchang to Yilan bike ride
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157632148812921/detail/


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The road kept going down down down. Dont you love to be on this kind of road?
And feel the wind blowing pass your ears?

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Every good thing must come to an end. That included this ride when we reached level ground. Time to packed up the bike on the car and head to Ilan city for Taiwanese hunshiao neurou mian.

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Many more photos in Flickr set WulingNongchang to Yilan bike ride
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157632148812921/detail/

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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html


Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2187.html
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.


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FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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Photos of Riamfada & Dommie// Falcons// Sieben //Jackie & hornbills
shanlung
.

If you think you having an attack of deja vu, you are not.
I am reposting what I had written earlier in http://shanlung.livejournal.com/140208.html

Except this time with the photos I managed to get from my wife camera. You know after my usual struggle with Procrastinatia, the God of Procrastination.

Riamfada/Dommie/Sieben/Jackie
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157631922940745/

If you have read the earlier entry on my friend Phillip, you would have seen that was written on 2nd Oct and in Singapore.

By then I was back in Singapore for about a week. An event I looked forward to for the last couple of months when I was in Qatar. I was reporting to a guy 10 years my junior, 20 years my junior in terms of knowledge of work and paranoid I take over.
I ceased wanting to fight as my view of life is different. So it was on about 21 September I flew off from Qatar with my wife. I need not have to shudder each time I saw him do his nonsensical stuff done to his greatest satisfaction, or do the crap he asked for to his satisfaction.

My wife was there to visit me. I told her it was better to come in November when it was cooler. Luckily she did not take my advice and came to see me in late August.

She was not with me all the time in Qatar. Strangely, if you fly to Qatar, and continued on to Oman, the flight was cheaper. My wife did that, stayed a few days with me, and then on to Muscat for a week and then back to Qatar again.

My wife was hosted in Muscat by the Jabry family, the family who took in Riamfada. Riamfada was doing very well being loved to bits by the family. I gotten over the heartache enough to see the photos my wife took of Riamfada as she played about in the house. Riamfada was vocalising a lot more with them. While she got on with all in the family, Riamfada was specially attached to Mr Jabry. They got a huge huge cage for Riamfada, a cage able to keep a couple of B&G macaws very easily. They feed Riam on seeds and veges and fruits. They tried to cook the mash but it seemed Riamfada turned up her nose at it. As you have seen, the Jabries came over to my house when I was in Muscat to see how the mash was done by me.

Perhaps it was just that I got a knack for cooking mash for birdies and kitties, and terribly lousy at cooking for myself.


Riamfada/Dommie/Sieben/Jackie
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157631922940745/

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My wife also got to see Dommie the cat who walked with me into the ocean and up the hills of Oman. Dommie was adopted and cared for with love by my wife former driving instructor.

Last Footfall in Nepal// Sharon & kitty advice // Riamfada over weekend 18-19 March
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/113583.html

9-11//Dommie final visit to ocean Ramadan 2010 & unsheduled Riamfada free flight//The Day Approaches
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119935.html


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I have tried looking for the falcon souk in Doha for a couple of months earlier. Google searching got you nowhere. I walked about there and asked and asked around. Finally I got to the falcon souk with many shops selling falcons with my wife.

That was a very depressing visit. The falcon souk occupied a big area with many shops. With remarks this came from Mongolia, that came from Pakistan, etc etc etc. Which meant those were wild caughts with a few from UK (that I presumed were bred there). There had to be easily a thousand raptors. As those were valuable birds, the shops took great care in looking after them. It was the number of falcons that depressed me very much.

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Sieben

A week after I left Singapore in late May, my wife called to tell me Sieben ran out of the apartment when the front door was left opened. You seen Sieben came to me when I called him. But it was not the case for my wife. Sieben ran down the stairs from our 5th floor apartment and down to the ground. Every time my wife approached him, Sieben ran further away.

I heard that with grieving heart. I do like Sieben even if he turned traitor lavishing his affection to my wife. I could not call friends to help hunt for a cat that did not want to be caught. And those with Abyssinian cats will know just how fast and athletic they can be. My friends never kept cats in the first place.

I periodically asked my wife on Sieben until a couple of months after Sieben running away as she said she did not see Sieben in the neighbourhood anymore. I thought that was the end of Sieben and hoped he would be taken in by a family.

Then when she visited me in Doha, my wife told me she saw Sieben again. But Sieben was very wild and would run away whenever she walked to him.

A few days after we got back in Singapore, I decided to search for Sieben even though I felt it was futile. To my great surprise, I saw him the first night I searched for him. I had little pieces of dried fish and kitty kibbles. Sieben was very wary and refused to come to me. I threw those titbits to him to see he was hungry and eating them. I called my wife to come down from the apartment with the cat carrier and my spool of Dyneema line. I opened the door, tied the Dyneema line to the door, threw dried fish into the carrier and waited for Sieben to get into the carrier. After a while, he did that and I pulled on the line to shut the door.

Sieben was going really wild, but he was in the carrier. I carried him back to the apartment and thought hopefully in a week, he would be ok again with me.

I was surprised in just a couple of minutes, Sieben was back to his former self and purring and rubbing his head on my leg. Ivan accepted him spitting and hissing with anger threatening to tear out guts and flesh and blood. But in the morning, they were both licking each other.

The photos below were taken with a handphone on the evening of that capture of Sieben.
Sieben was lucky to have folks that fed him and taken care of him. Sieben was feral enough to evade capture by others who probably would send him to a pen to put down.

I called Sieben but clearly felt he was just too feral at that stage to come to me the way he did. So I had to trap him with whatever I got.

That guy seen with me fixing up the cat carrier with spool of Dyneema was a janitor looking after Sieben with other folks during those 3-4 months. I gave him SIN$ 70/- as token of thanks.

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Phillip

I think I worked hard long enough and had been wanting to have a different pace of life. A life in country and place that I will like and want to be with my wife. Hopefully in a place of much lower cost of living than Singapore. When I can have a place with some land so I can keep my beasties and birdies.

I do have some money, not as much as I would like, but I think enough to see me and wife through for a long long time.

I knew Phillip was already doing that and I had wanted to see him and talked to him to get a feel of how it would be like to retire the way he did. In the last report, I was at his place and was stunned to see what a nice environment that was and how far off the beaten path that he managed to search and find.

I am happy enough that after 30++ years, that I got to see him before he went. I should have realised that he was on his last hurrah. I could not and did not recognise it then. I thought we would have a much longer time to talk of the nuts and bolts of finding a nook of paradise in a place that you like. I hardly expect to find the hours we spoke in the ICU were the last hours I would get to talk with him.

With him as my role model, that will be the direction I be seeking next.

I do not wish to 'retire' in a place and find a few months later that was the wrong choice.

So I will be staying over in such place for a month to 6 weeks to see if that could be the place for me.

I am not looking for cities, but for little town preferably near forest and mountains.
I think I like rural areas.

I probably will start with Taiping in Perak, Malaysia. Partly because my wife have relatives there and that might be more acceptable to her.

And so it was when the British Embassy released Phillip to his friends.
It was interesting enough the day before he passed on, a group of Buddhists were making the rounds of the hospital and got to know Phillip.

And articulated so well by Cynthia below.
"Isn't this globalisation? An Englishman living in Batu Pahat, has his wake at a Chinese funeral parlour with an international cast of kawan kawan (malay word and local term for friends)."

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That last weekend was a long weekend. We were worried of potential traffic jam at the immigration between Singapore and Malaysia. So it was decided we should try to be at the immigration by 530am.

That meant I would sleep over at Cyrus house. Which was why I was over there the evening before, and took some photos of Jackie. With my plans to check out different parts of the world to find a suitable place to settle/retire in, I was not taking back Jackie. I probably will not be taking in any birdies/beasties until I know I will be staying put.

I wrote before that other birds do come into the garden especially Jackie was around. That included hornbills. I had seen vague out of focus photos taken by Cyrus. Just a few minutes before I was there, an entire family of hornbills came, 2 adults with 3 smaller birdies.

Jackie seemed to have gone feral on me. I knew I could get him back but since I was not going to live with him, I thought I would not try to do that.

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I was amazed at the family of hornbills. I thought they needed deep jungle to live in. Yet they were doing rather well in the garden of Cyrus.




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On 4th Nov 2012

I have kicked Old Nic for Nine incredible months, one wonderful week, 13 bloody hours, 6 misc minutes and 31 odd seconds. of cold turkey after about 45++ years of smoking. 14358 cigarettes not smoked, saving $7,538.39. Life saved: 7 weeks, 20 hours, 30 minutes.

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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://shanlung.com/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://shanlung.com/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html


Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2187.html
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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Phillip Little final journey
shanlung
You knew of my British friend Phillip Little.

That after a lapse of 30++ years, I got to see him on Sunday 30 Sep 2012. I was so happy for him still full of energy and happiness on that morning. I could not have known that was his last hurrah and he left us all the next morning.
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/139880.html

During WW2, he was send to the country side from London. He came back to his home to find it a big crater in the ground and that he was alone other than the family he was with in the country. Then that family passed on. He was never alone and he had his friends.

We told that to the British Embassy in Kuala Lumpur. But they decided to do a thorough job in checking if Phillip had Next Of Kin in UK or around the world.

They took about 4 weeks, and decided Phillip can be released to his friends in Batu Pahat to take care of him.

They had a wake for him for a couple of days. Part of the wake was to drink up the beer that Phillip brewed and bottled. I did not have the luck to drink that. But I was told it was a very good beer. Apparently on the last night of the wake, lots of beer were drank for a spirited sending off party. All who knew Phillip said he would have like that very much.

An indication of the kind of person Phillip was can be seen in this person Eric who was at the wake the day before. Eric called Cyrus when he came back to Singapore. Cyrus thought Eric had to be a photographer or in advertising. Eric told him no, and that he was a butcher. Selling pork in the Pasir Panjang wet market. Phillip bought often from him and became friends 20++ years ago. When Phillip was staying in the Riau Islands, Phillip would stay overnight with Eric each time he came to Singapore. Phillip had the knack of making friends regardless of backgrounds.

We drove up on Saturday to Batu Pahat for Phillip final send off on 27 Oct 2012.


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Then it was a trip on the sampan of one of his friend from the village. To be taken to the sea in front of the village. You can see the jetty from the village where he shot many of his photos.

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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html



aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.

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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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End of Qatar and visit to Riamfada & Dommie//Sieben //Phillip
shanlung
.

If you have read the earlier entry on my friend Phillip, you would have seen that was written on 2nd Oct and in Singapore.

By then I was back in Singapore for about a week. An event I looked forward to for the last couple of months when I was in Qatar. I was reporting to a guy 10 years my junior, 20 years my junior in terms of knowledge of work and paranoid I take over.
I ceased wanting to fight as my view of life is different. So it was on about 21 September I flew off from Qatar with my wife. I need not have to shudder each time I saw him do his nonsensical stuff done to his greatest satisfaction, or do the crap he asked for to his satisfaction.

My wife was there to visit me. I told her it was better to come in November when it was cooler. Luckily she did not take my advice and came to see me in late August.

She was not with me all the time in Qatar. Strangely, if you fly to Qatar, and continued on to Oman, the flight was cheaper. My wife did that, stayed a few days with me, and then on to Muscat for a week and then back to Qatar again.

My wife was hosted in Muscat by the Jabry family, the family who took in Riamfada. Riamfada was doing very well being loved to bits by the family. I gotten over the heartach enough to see the photos my wife took of Riamfada as she played about in the house. Riamfada was vocalising a lot more with them. While she got on with all in the family, Riamfada was specially attached to Mr Jabry. They got a huge huge cage for Riamfada, a cage able to keep a couple of B&G macaws very easily. They feed Riam on seeds and veges and fruits. They tried to cook the mash but it seemed Riamfada turned up her nose at it. As you have seen, the Jabries came over to my house when I was in Muscat to see how the mash was done by me.

Perhaps it was just that I got a knack for cooking mash for birdies and kitties, and terribly lousy at cooking for myself.

My wife also got to see Dommie the cat who walked with me into the ocean and up the hills of Oman. Dommie was adopted and cared for with love by my wife former driving instructor.

Last Footfall in Nepal// Sharon & kitty advice // Riamfada over weekend 18-19 March
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/113583.html

9-11//Dommie final visit to ocean Ramadan 2010 & unsheduled Riamfada free flight//The Day Approaches
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119935.html

I have tried looking for the falcon souk in Doha for a couple of months earlier. Google searching got you nowhere. I walked about there and asked and asked around. Finally I got to the falcon souk with many shops selling falcons with my wife.

That was a very depressing visit. The falcon souk occupied a big area with many shops. With remarks this came from Mongolia, that came from Pakistan, etc etc etc. Which meant those were wild caughts with a few from UK (that I presumed were bred there). There had to be easily a thousand raptors. As those were valuable birds, the shops took great care in looking after them. It was the number of falcons that depressed me very much.

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Sieben

A week after I left Singapore in late May, my wife called to tell me Sieben ran out of the apartment when the front door was left opened. You seen Sieben came to me when I called him. But it was not the case for my wife. Sieben ran down the stairs from our 5th floor apartment and down to the ground. Every time my wife approached him, Sieben ran further away.

I heard that with grieving heart. I do like Sieben even if he turned traitor lavishing his affection to my wife. I could not call friends to help hunt for a cat that did not want to be caught. And those with Abyssinian cats will know just how fast and athletic they can be. My friends never kept cats in the first place.

I periodically asked my wife on Sieben until a couple of months after Sieben running away as she said she did not see Sieben in the neighbourhood anymore. I thought that was the end of Sieben and hoped he would be taken in by a family.

Then when she visited me in Doha, my wife told me she saw Sieben again. But Sieben was very wild and would run away whenever she walked to him.

A few days after we got back in Singapore, I decided to search for Sieben even though I felt it was futile. To my great surprise, I saw him the first night I searched for him. I had little pieces of dried fish and kitty kibbles. Sieben was very wary and refused to come to me. I threw those titbits to him to see he was hungry and eating them. I called my wife to come down from the apartment with the cat carrier and my spool of Dyneema line. I opened the door, tied the Dyneema line to the door, threw dried fish into the carrier and waited for Sieben to get into the carrier. After a while, he did that and I pulled on the line to shut the door.

Sieben was going really wild, but he was in the carrier. I carried him back to the apartment and thought hopefully in a week, he would be ok again with me.

I was surprised in just a couple of minutes, Sieben was back to his former self and purring and rubbing his head on my leg. Ivan accepted him spitting and hissing with anger threatening to tear out guts and flesh and blood. But in the morning, they were both licking each other.

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Phillip

I think I worked hard long enough and had been wanting to have a different pace of life. A life in country and place that I will like and want to be with my wife. Hopefully in a place of much lower cost of living than Singapore. When I can have a place with some land so I can keep my beasties and birdies.

I do have some money, not as much as I would like, but I think enough to see me and wife through for a long long time.

I knew Phillip was already doing that and I had wanted to see him and talked to him to get a feel of how it would be like to retire the way he did. In the last report, I was at his place and was stunned to see what a nice environment that was and how far off the beaten path that he managed to search and find.

I am happy enough that after 30++ years, that I got to see him before he went. I should have realised that he was on his last hurrah. I could not and did not recognise it then. I thought we would have a much longer time to talk of the nuts and bolts of finding a nook of paradise in a place that you like. I hardly expect to find the hours we spoke in the ICU were the last hours I would get to talk with him.

With him as my role model, that will be the direction I be seeking next.

I do not wish to 'retire' in a place and find a few months later that was the wrong choice.

So I will be staying over in such place for a month to 6 weeks to see if that could be the place for me.

I am not looking for cities, but for little town preferably near forest and mountains.
I think I like rural areas.

I probably will start with Taiping in Perak, Malaysia. Partly because my wife have relatives there and that might be more acceptable to her.


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On 21 Oct 2012

I have kicked Old Nic for Eight incredible months, three wonderful weeks, two luvly days, 20 bloody hours, 15 misc minutes and 10 odd seconds. of cold turkey after about 45++ years of smoking. 13660 cigarettes not smoked, saving $7,171.52. Life saved: 6 weeks, 5 days, 10 hours, 20 minutes.

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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html


Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2187.html
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.


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FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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My friend Phillip Little
shanlung
I have an old friend, Phillip Little. A 70++ Englishman and with the mind 50 years younger.

We got to know each other during the heyday of windsurfing when we all were almost beach bums. That was 30++ years ago or so.
Then I started to work and live around the world and lost touch of Phillip.

He decided he did not like city life and found a nook of the world where he felt was paradise. That was in a tiny Chinese village off Batu Pahat in Johore, Malaysia. He had a little house with balcony on a rock and 15 meters from the shoreline.

He got about on a little 125cc bike. Over the years, I had wanted to see him from all I heard of him from another friend Cyrus who visited him often.

Last week we all heard he was in a bad bike accident and resulted with him in a coma. Then we heard he was out of the coma on friday. I and Cyrus decided Sunday we drove up to see him.

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You knew I had a bad fall from my mountain bike and cracked a few ribs. It was so painful for the first couple of weeks I hardly wanted to talk and laughing hurt incredibly.
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/128585.html

We found out by then Phillip broke a few ribs, puncturing his lungs and liver.

We found instead a man bubbly and lively in bed , so much so that the staff of the hospital had to tie him down. There he was cracking jokes, making demands he should have his beer and whiskey with tubes sticking in and out of his body and legs. I was really amazed at his chirpiness and unrepressed joy of living.

We were there for about 2-3 hours before heading off to Batu Pahat and lunch. We then drove to his house off Kampong Minyak Beku as I never been to his house before. Phillip's neighbours were very concerned with their eccentric Englishman. I told them of his good spirit and assured them he would be back soon based on what I saw.

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Above balcony overlooking the mangrove swamps, sea and mudflats dependent on the tide

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There was this famed Taoist Temple in that village. As it was the ChungChiewJiak (festival of the Mid Autumn) the little village was packed with people. That temple was known to bring good fortune and lottery win to people who prayed there. In ther ground was a pond with 3 gigantic arapaimas. Your fortune would be assured if you pet those fish on the head. Fishes that could take off your finger at least if not your hand.

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We then drove the 3 hours back to Singapore.

Then on Monday morning I heard my mobile signalled a message to me. I was filled with dread. I slowly went to my phone and saw a message from Cyrus. I opened the message already knowing what I would see. That our friend Phillip died early that Monday morning.

It was clear why he was so lively on Sunday. I have read of it, the last hurrah by many people before they go. When I saw it, my happiness for Phillip made me want to believe in his recovery and saw only the good.

You all probably never heard of Phillip Little. But I think you all heard and seen of the Singapore Girl, that iconic SIA advertisement.

Phillip was the mind behind the Singapore Girl and the eye behind the lens of all you have seen.

I know he lived a good life. At the end, his number was called.

I still cannot but grief for him

jay 258 (2)
Photo above of Phillip Little, on his little 125cc motorbike, that he rode all over Malaysia, and Thailand, and Laos, and which brought him to the start of his final journey

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added on 1 Nov 2012

Phillip Little final journey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/140443.html


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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html



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FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.

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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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Happy birthday to me//death of geocities//jackie//more fragments of Taiwan
shanlung
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My apologies to all for not responding to all the nice birthday greetings that you send to me.

I am still settling in into this chapter in Doha , Qatar. Part of a massive project with myself staying in an ensuite room in a villa in Lavender Village, a compound on the outskirt of Doha and much taken over by folks of my company. Free accomodation but at a cost. No pets allowed. I think you all know how much I needed that in my life.

After settling down, and if my wife joins me here, we will move out and rent our own place and have beasties and birdies if so decided by the Tao. No greys, but again, I never thought I would have a grey in the Sultanate of Oman. I might like to get into falcon as that is allowed here unlike Oman. I have some weird thoughts on that line. But again my thoughts on birds , and beasties have seemed to work so far even if not shared by many others.

Intense work left me with little energy after work. Until I have all my papers and residential permit, the company will not provide me with company car. I could rent one on my own as I have driving license of Dubai and Oman, GCC countries. With little energy to spare, I thought I wait for the paperwork processes to be completed. With temperature at 40++ even into the evenings, one do not feel much like going out.

For groceries, the company provide 3 bus rides a week down to super or hypermarkets.
Those grocery runs became essential to stock up on groceries and juices and to get out of the villa.

My apologies to all for not responding to all the nice birthday greetings that you send to me. On the 26 June was one such grocery run. To the Landmark complex here for a couple of hours before the bus would take us back.

You all know that my cooking is world class, but for beasties and birdies only. For a human like me, it was about all I could manage to boil water and make instant noodles with a can of corned beef, or can of clams thrown in. Or soup thickened by oat meal with a can of meat or sardines. I know I would not starve. So on grocery runs, I could eat better from the restaurants in the complex or to buy takeaways from the hypermarkets.

I ask for your forgiveness for not answering the letters on 26 June as I so wanted to something other than my instant noodles or soup on my birthday.

To give myself a treat, I went there with a colleague and good friend I made since I came to Doha to a Lebanese restaurant. I remmembered good meals from Lebanese restaurants in the past. Except this time, the order was from a menu. Which gave me problem as that was my first time there. Those good meals from Lebanese restaurants were from buffet lunches or dinners. You could see the food, and decide on what you wanted. On my birthday dinner, I decided on mutton tikka thinking or at least with the hope of getting mutton tikka like indian/pakistani restaurant.

A wrong choice for my birthday meal. My friend was kind enough to offer me a grilled prawn from his seafood plate.

After that dinner, I had to pick up a sushi/sashimi pack from the Carrefour supermarket with other groceries. The bus delivered us back at 9pm. For me to finish my birthday dinner on sushi/sashimi and a few crab sticks in my villa.

I needed to sleep by 11 pm so you can imagine I have very little time , or energy left to reply after reading all the nice birthday messages.

You noticed the reply made on today, Friday. Which is the only rest day in my project. Yes! its is a 6 day work week, six full days work week for me here.

I wanted to write this earlier. But the laptop was wonky again. To the point I desperately restored it to any early point. Yes my friends, I downloaded stuff from Bill Gates that claimed to be badly needed to keep virus and shit from my laptop but gave it the kiss of imbecility and freezing catatonic the last few days. I hope the restore will work long enough for me to finish this.

You all know of the death of geocities.com . That was the place where Tinkerbell webpage, http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/ resided on. Geocities died about 2 years ago. Since I paid Yahoo for that, Yahoo kept going with Tinkerbell web page on geocities until a few days ago. Yahoo wrote to me of the final death of Geocities. That if I do not sign with them on a new web page, geocities.com will go into final death with no resurrection.

I signed up and shanlung.com was borned. So http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/ now became http://shanlung.com/


I had to figure out how to change all those Tinkerbell files. Another reason why I could not answer you all on birthday greetings.

All my webpages with http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/xxxxx.html became http://shanlung.com/ xxxx.html



My dear wife wrote to me she will be flying over end August to spend a few days here with me. Strangely, the package was cheaper if she flew to Oman stopping in Doha than if she just flew to Doha directly. So after a few days here, she will be flying on to Oman to spend 2 weeks there. And then on way back, a couple of weeks again with me. By then, I hope to get all my paperwork done and I have a car.


Cyrus send his belated birthday greetings. If I was in Singapore with him, his birthday greetings will never be belated and accompanied by reasonable request for me to buy birthday dinners. Still, I welcomed his belated birthday greetings as that came with more news of Jackie.

I still wondered about the cats Cyrus claimed to be roaming in his garden as to make him reluctant to let Jackie out of the cage. Since we are friends almost from kindergarden days and extended into boy scouts and many other activities that I cannot talk about, I spend a lot of time in his house and garden should I be in Singapore. I never seen any cats in his garden then. But then, things might have changed and cats might now be jumping and leaping in his garden that now prevented Jackie from being released to becoming dinner or lunch for the hungry kitties there.

Cyrus reported Jackie is getting to be very nice to him . And that the wild hill mynahs that lived in the area were dropping by to see Jackie as well.

Cheng Hung, my good friend from Taiwan send me birthday greetings. Together with a link to a set of photos that brought back incredible memories. Of my first meeting with him in a lonely field late at night up the side of the mountains that lined Taroko Gorge.

Chris Huang posted to Shan Lung
Tuesday at 12:45pm ·
Happy birthday!!! The place we first met. Go to http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.3110953264413.2113259.1581827021&type=1


That was a hair raising route in late 1990. Paths a foot wide dropping hundreds of meters down. No handrails or safety lines. A branch six inches diameter spanning paths that broke away. No one would have brought his/her family here that time. I was crazy then, so it was ok for me then.

His set of photos were on him taking his family to walk on that path where we first met.
Made very safe with barriers , safety lines, metal platforms/bridges and even staircases. Even so, the beauty and majesty and danger of that route came across the barriers, safety lines, metal platforms.

Do take a look into those photos
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.3110953264413.2113259.1581827021&type=1
He gave his ok to my invitation to you all to view those photos.

Despite the death of my harddisk haunted by a Taiwaness ghost as related in
Fragments of earlier memories of Taiwan
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/111670.html

Go to above if you have not done so before. I think you will be very surprised , and might even like what I wrote.

I mentioned in above how I got to know Cheng Hung , or the Lone Ranger as I called him then. I think we were meant to meet and be friends. It was fated , or what we say in Chinese, Yuen-Feng, or Karmic destiny.

This was how I met Huang ChengHung, or Chris Huang. In a piece of my past and luckily not destroyed by that Taiwanese ghost who melted down my hard disk.

I wrote of that in 'Extract of 1990 diary on Taiwan and Taroko Gorge' http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/taroko90dec.htm

That now became http://shanlung.com/taroko90dec.htm

The photos here http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.3110953264413.2113259.1581827021&type=1

That meeting below

I decide to copy the extract above into my Livejournal as well
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29 Dec 90



I have planned to spend the New Year long weekend at Hohuan

Shan. I thought I would walk up from Tayuling and then down to

Wushu returning to Taipei. As the bus from Hualien to Tayuling

will leave only at 730am, it did not really matter if I leave

Taipei late on Saturday.



That timing was fateful, as was the can of Pepsi I bought.



I took the 11.43pm train from Taipei to Hualien. I bought some

snacks and a Pepsi from the Station. Finished the snack and

fell asleep on the train.



30 Dec 90



They woke me up at Hualien. That can was still unopened.

Taking that with me, I slung on the backpack and walked out of

the station. Pulled the tab and strode on into the cold morning

air of Hualien City. I wanted to go to the nearby park to watch

the dawn breaking over the city.



Walking past the bus stop, I thought it would be more

comfortable to sit there and finished the Pepsi first. There

were some Taiwanese there sleeping and sitting at the bench when

I made my way to a seat.



A conversation started up with three guys there. They had

backpacks all over, and I think people with backpacks always

find others with backpacks to be fascinating to each other.

While we may have different dreams and routes, we share the same

urge to explore and find out a bit more of our world. That

curiosity extends to people as well. Besides, talking about

routes help to pool information for any later plans.



They knew I was not a local from the way I talked. They were

intrigued by the way I wandered around by myself here in

Taiwan.Told them also of the way I checked out other parts of

the world by myself.



The talk switched to philosophy and political world. I guessed

that failed when they brought in one more member of their group

as interpreter. She told them I was talking on 'Eastern Europe'

and not 'Eastern neu-rou' and that have nothing to do with

neu-rou mein or neu-rou chang (this is directly translated to

'beef place', a place where pretty girls will sing two songs

each, the first song will be sang in beautiful elegant outfits,

and the second song with just their shoes and a smile).



The disparity of what I was saying and what they thought they

were comprehending was so vast. That knowledge of the standard

of Chinese I commanded depressed me. I wondered that perhaps my

earlier conversation with them on philosophical matters must

also have taken on warped undertones as well. I reckoned if I

try to set that right, even greater damages may result. I gave

a big sigh deep inside my mind.





Her name is Amanda and she has a friend Chin-hua with her( I

tend to pay more attention and remember girls' names better).

It was getting about 5am, I suggested we could perhaps walk on

to the bus station about 1/2 hour away.



They woke up the rest of the group, a guy with his newly wed

wife, her sister and boyfriend, and a girl with a most

enchanting voice like notes tinkling from wind-chimes. A

pretty girl with delicate Chinese features and who smiled from

her heart.



I gathered they were going to walk on an old road at the Taroka

Gorge though I was still not clear of the details yet. I

gathered the road was somewhat above the existing road that the

traffic runs. I thought it was going to be a fairly easy walk.

I enjoyed their company, and I thought where I wanted to go can

still be done another time by myself. A trip on their route may

not be possible on my own. They readily accepted me when I

asked to join them.



Shortly after breakfast, we left on the local bus to Taroka

Gorge. It was driven by a very friendly man who became even

friendlier and talkative when he heard from them where they

intended to go.



We dropped at the bridge shortly after a dam. We clambered 20'

down rocks,a little bit different from the 'old road' I expected

to 'walk' on. I thought that's only the start, and that it

should get easier later on. Never was I more wrong. We crossed

the bridge to the other side of the Gorge. We then climbed up

more boulders, pushed through some under growth, and down onto

the river bank. I cracked my right knee on the first jump, just

what I need to add to my left ankle, still wobbly after the

wrench it received 6 weeks back. Grit my teeth , told them no

problem and continued. The pain eased after a while.



I knew I dressed wrongly, having thermal undershirt on with

thick T shirt and padded shirt. Also had on my old pair of

jeans meant for walking. That was with me for over 15 years and

we have been to many treks together. It was too tight to allow

me to bend my legs freely to climb up or down. I thought I was

going for a walk in the cold air of Tayuling to Hohuanshan in

the first place. Stripped off my shirt as I was over heating in

the climbing up and down of the boulders along the bank. It was

fun still.



The boulders appeared so deceptively small when seen from the

roadside. They were the size of big buses and cars we have to

climb over. At one place, we had to take off our shoes and

socks to wade in the swift cold water of the river. The

smoothness of the boulders,despite their size, gave an idea of

the force of the river at its peak flow. Powerful as the river

was, the driftwood packed twenty feet above the water line

showed what it could really do. Those boulders must have been

washed along like pebbles. The banks were molded out of granite

and marble. History of powerful events of long time past where

recorded in the striations. They were further twisted and fused

by the forces of the tectonic plates grinding and heating them.

Pages of the history of the world written in a way befitting to

them.



To add to the fun, at one point, some yellowish metallic

particles were found in the sand. One of the guy collected a

fair bit of that. I thought they were probably mica. However,

when examined through a magnifying glass, they appeared to be

granular and not flaky. I did not see any quartz normally

associated with gold, should that really have been gold. If I

had, I would have collected some myself. I thought also if all

those shining stuff have been gold, people would have been

mining and panning for those stuff as well.



We climbed up and down, transfering backpacks. I felt

embarrased at the weight of those three leaders' pack. They

must have packed a lot of gear. My own pack was light,

consisting mainly of warm clothing. I noticed those three were

normally in front actively seeking out the route. I wondered

why are we looking up at people at the road above us when we

should be looking down on them far below as briefed earlier.



They did their best, but it was not passable. We turned back

the same way we came by to the bridge. We rested at the

northern tunnel which seemed to be abandoned half constructed.

It had chinese words saying it was connected with hydroelectic

power. Still, looking at the construction, it contained certain

characteristics and seemed to be designed for military uses. I

have build and seen enough of such features. They pulled from

the packs stoves, pots and pans and cooked up a meal of instant

mee. Very tasty too. Also showed a little bit why the packs

were heavy.



After a short rest, we carried on by the main road. Looking

back across where we tried to travel, we could see why it took

us two hours to get to a point where the main road on the other

side took us 20 minutes. At the point where we turned back, not

even a mountain goat could get through.



Just before Yen-chi-kou, there is a spidery suspension bridge of

steel wire and bamboo spanning the river 200' below us. The

leader pointed us to go down. By now I expect the unexpected.

I peered over the road edge to see a series of flimsy ladders

going down. It moved with my every step. I thought it to be

dangerous. When I finished with the trip, I would have consider

that to be so ridiculously safe.



The bridge could take us across one at a time. The swaying

could get you queasy but it was fun in its own way. The other

side have broad paths of cobble stones. The way water were

seeping out from the wall, a series of pools of clear running

water were formed like fountain terraces backed against the

cobble paths where they seeped through in turn.



It was a beautiful day with little wisps of clouds and a nice

warm sun. The green trees and bushes marching down the gorge

slope made us linger on a while.



I was fascinated with the tadpoles in the pools. Acid rain and

other pollutants have apparently wiped out a lot of the frogs in

Europe and North America. As amphibians they seem to be most

sensitive to the effects of man. Whether we shrugged off their

departure or we take them as canaries used at mines where their

deaths will give early warnings to miners is up to us. I am

happy to see them around.



As we gathered to move on, I offered to switch the heaviest pack

as I felt guilty. They declined assuring me it is ok with them.

We went up the slope on a little path. Zig and zag up the side.

The trees and undergrowth were thick and cannot be seen through

to a distant. Now and then, yellow trail markers were tied to

indicate the path.



It was tiring and hot. The nice warm sun that felt so nice

earlier seemed to be making its effect even through the cool

leaves. I was glad no one took up my offer to switch packs. 15

minutes took us to another suspension bridge spanning a chasm.

I thought the 'road' would start there as that was a big red

bridge easily seen from the main road.



There was no 'road'. If one look carefully amonge the bushes to

the side after the bridge, a little path can be seen. Seems

like the bridge was build big and painted a nice red so pretty

pictures can be taken of it by tourist in their buses on the

main road.



The uphill climb continued. The mountain slope is a good 65-70

degree. The path twist and turned upwards.



The air must be cool. After all, it is supposed to be winter,

on a mountain slope with air filtered by green leaves. Others

are wearing thick sweaters and moving on smoothly. I only feel

my sweat coming out, flowing down my back. I breath heavily, to

draw in more cool air. I meditate on ice orange juice . I

switched to thinking of wind-swept Artic winter. I imagined the

soaked thermal underwear and T shirt to be evaporating and

cooling me. My legs kept moving. I looked above at the swaying

hips of girls and imgagined how the rest of their bodies would

looked like to distract myself. My body could not transcend to

those thoughts. I poured and poured sweat.



Then the upward climb ended after rounding a group of boulders.

We reached a meadow where we rested. I could only think of

water to drink. After a long draw at the bottle, my mind then

recovered enough to look around.



Before us, stretched a field of waving 'Maung chow' grass in

full flower. The sloping light of the sun backlight the bushy

tops in a soft silvery glow. On a gentle rise just behind the

field, humble dwellings of two families can be seen. Then the

ground rose again into a knoll. Two jagged mountain tops appear

behind them with white scars tracing where parts broke off into

screes dusting lower parts of it. Clouds flow past them playing

a game of hide and seek . Right of the clearing, the forest

grew rising and dipping carpeting the slope in different shades

of green towards the top. Now and then, maple trees with red

leaves made crimsom splashes in that sea of green. Standing on

the boulder, the other side of the gorge loomed upwards. The

main road and traffic could just be made out at the foot far

below. Yes, I could see that we are way above them now.



We walked on to the huts. That place is called Pata-Kang.

There were two families there from the Tai-yah-chu hill tribe.

Their traditions were fast fading. They lived off the land on

sweet potatoes and other crops they grow. The youngest is a

toddler about 3 years old. One of them was said to be near one

hundred years old and looked like it. She have a broad black

band tattooed across her mouth. They allowed us to camp and

presented us with some sweet potatoes.



Three tents were quickly set up. Stoves, pots and pans and a

staggering amount of food poured from the backpacks. That

explained the weight of some of the packs. The girls got

organised and I tried not to get in their way. We ate and ate.





Fruits were Mandarin oranges and tiny hill peaches taken off the

orchard nearby. Flickering flames from a big wax torch lit up

the night while we glutted ourselves. The tattooed lady joined

us producing a bottle of rice wine. I bribed her with

cigarettes to get a share. It tasted so nice in that cool night

air. None of the other guys wanted it. Yu Hwa, the girl with

the tinkling voice liked the aroma and joined us two in enjoying

the wine.



We sat around and talked away in the warm afterglow of a good

meal and our sense of achievement of that day. They still

thought I was a bit unusual in traveling so much on om own.



Then a voice broke in on us.



My jaws dropped along with the others at the sight of this guy

walking nonchalantly into the circle of light with his backpack

and a small torchlight slung over his shoulder asking if he

could join in. It was tough enough during daylight hours to get

up. He came in alone in the middle of the night like he was

strolling to the 7-11 store. When asked how he felt about

coming up alone at night, he said "oh yes, it was a bit scary".



We laughed at his understatement breaking the ice, if any.

Quite a good looking slim guy and charming too. It was

interesting to see Amanda (the interpreter) and her girfriend

Chin-hwa talking to him like probing his suitability as a

boyfriend. I must say that is my guess from the body languages

expressed as they were using their normal chinese too rapid for

me to understand and not the simple one they used with me.



The others soon prepared to go to sleep. I declined their

sincere invitations to join them in the tents. I have been told

by friends I snore and I do not wish to strain the new

friendships I have made.I also do not sleep early. The night

was really too beautiful up there by the mountainside. The moon

was nearly full, lighting up the surrounding with its silvery

beams, almost bright enough to read by. The air had just a

slight nip of chill. The down sleeping bag I was in would be

enough. The canopy of the sky was comforting . It was one of

those rare moments in life where it is good to sleep under the

stars. I took out a candle preparing to read Barry Lopez's

latest book, 'Crossing Open Ground' before I sleep.



Lone Ranger joined me shortly. Found he is better known as

Chen-hung. He lectures in software and 'C' language when he is

not roaming around the mountains on foot or on his mountainbike

normally on his own. He decided too that the night is too

beautiful to sleep in the tent and dragged his sleeping bag out

as well. We talked on for a long time, sharing our experiences

and philosophies, too complex to put into words here. Went to

sleep as we did not want to disturb others too much. I think

we may see a bit of each other after the trip.



31 Dec 90



Woke up from a good sleep I have had. The wind blew up a bit

during the night. I was aware of it in my dreams. Nice to be

wrapped up in the sleeping bag and cocooned by the raw

elements. Felt good to have been near and intimate with Mother

Nature.



We all packed and prepared to continue on. Chen-hung said his

goodbyes and continued on while we carried on with the

breakfast. We then loaded up with water and went on. The trail

snaked up behind the fruit trees at the back. I got an inkling

from the day before and stripped down to a T shirt and jeans

this time as it was hot work walking up. Got to know better

what we were doing too.



I first thought we were going on some road build in the Ming

dynasty because of the name . It was Mingkuo chu liu nien

(translated roughly to 6 years from the start of the present

rule started by Dr Sun Yat Seng) or 74 years back. It was the

only way through the gorge before the new road was carved out

recently.



Now the old road is used mainly by hikers. Not many hikers

here. We did not see anyone else coming or going on this way

unlike the normal 'renshan renhai'(mountains of men and seas of

men) that packed and jammed others places I have been to here in

Taiwan. I shortly understood the reasons why.



The climb started upwards sharply again after the little knoll.

We got into the rythmn . Consisting of weaving our ways up the

forested slope on the path marked out by other groups. Couldn't

see much of the woods for the trees so to speak. Compared to

the later part of the day, the morning climb had no difficult

spots to speak about other than the physical task of taking

yourself and your pack up the slope.



It was tiring work. The heat build up in my body wasn't so bad.

We stopped for welcomed short breaks now and then. We could

then look around and admire the view if there were breaks in the

trees. During the walk up, one have to concentrate on the foot

holds and the surroundings could not be taken in well.



The dynamics of the group was getting clearer to me as well.



The first three guys I meet took us all up. Lee Wen-hwa, the

leader of the group took up the rear. He seemed serious and

wrapped in his thoughts as the trip went on. Lee Chinghai and

Ting Huakuan took the front actively seeking the path markers.

They were more relaxed , possibly less burdened with the

responsibility of the group.



Amanda bubbled along with energy ,quite expressive with her

voice and gestures as to her likes and dislikes. Chinhwa, her

goodnatured friend was more quiet and always seemed happy. Hsu

and Shi kept much with the Lin sisters in their quiet little

group. I concentrated on absorbing as much as I could of the

feeling of this place.



About midday, the steep almost continous upwards climb ended.

We came to an overgrown rough path which could be seen easily

unlike much of the trail before. It turned sharply right

punching through an outcrop of the moutain. It was a short

lenght of tunnel that we would have camped in last night if not

for the time lost in the morning.



Beautiful place where we had a short break. A maple tree was at

the edge. The sun overhead shining behind it made its red

leaves glow like rubies. The richness of the red against the

light blue skies can only be captured in the mind's eye.



We walked on. I was already deliriously happy with the

exquisite beauty of such a place. Then after another turn in

the trail, the true grandeur and the magnitude of the trail

broke on me.



The trees fell away as the side of the mountain plunged into an

85 degree drop. The tiny path was hacked and blasted as a

little niche in the sharply sloping granite walls of the

mountain.



The mountains marched motionlessly on to the horizon. Down,

down at the bottom of the gorge the river flowed as a tiny

trickle of water. A thin ribbon of black with just barely

discernable box like objects was the road with their tourist

buses. The mountains we were on were accompanied by the

mountains on the other side of the gorge. They seemed alive

infused with a bemused air at us.



Stillness of the Tao and motion without motion. The mind expand

and the body falls away as the consciousness struggled to take

it all in. That subconscious attempt conflict with yet another

part of the mind yearning to stay in the comfort of a smaller

world where the Id is tangibly bigger in comparison.



Like a frog taken out of the well to see the world and finding

how small it actually is against that scale, then struggling to

get back in preferring the more comforting illusion the whole

world is in the well.



Tiny bushes, flowers and ferns clung on to life even on the bare

granite walls and the path we were on. I walked in small

measured steps half in reverence for that place and to savour

the feeling in the air.



Also, perched on that 2 feet wide path suspended 2000 feet above

the ground below by an almost vertical granite wall doesn't make

you want to take very wide steps. Helped also by the granite

chippings which skid a bit now and then. And thinking of the

earthquake which struck Hualien with a force of 6 on Richter

scale only a weekback. And that 600 over earthquakes struck

Taiwan every year. I was happy no strong winds were blowing to

add in the fun. I recalled a walk on a similar path a few years

back after Jomosom in Himalayas where I faced winds gusting

between force 2 to 5.



That was a very long 400 meters stretch. When then path turned

around the shoulder, I was relieved to be back in a more

sheltered stretch . The slope wasn't vertical allowing soil to

support trees growing there. Nice for this frog to be back in a

well. Then, the path twisted out again. With the road far far

below , and we were walking on the ledge once more.



Earthquakes did not hit us then. But over 67 years, it hit the

trail many times. It is a measure of how well it was build by

those brave people way back then that the trail remained intact

most of the way. It is only in a few places where the mountain

cracked and tumbled down, taking the trail with it leaving empty

gaps.



At those places, the 2 feet wide track I thought to be scary

looked so safe and comforting to be on when you crossed the

gaps. They span them with little pieces of wood tied up with

thin wires. I looked at my lifeline etched in my palm to reassure

myself many times that day. I became very conscious of the 105

kilo I packed into a pair of shoes.



At times, we have to make our way down across debris of granite

and marble boulders and clawed our way back up again. Or up

over the break and down again to the path. At places, thin

steel cables were in place to assist. If your footing gave way,

those cables would slice into your palms. Movements have to be

made very slow with fingers feeling for every fissure and feet

placed very carefully. Had to expand the consciousness to

heighten the awareness of the environment and every movement

made with slow deliberation. At lips of overhangs, the path was

the dust which gathered on the tangled roots of grass. They

gave slightly with every step.



In addition to those plastic strips of trail markers, we looked

for 'lohans' or little rocks piled up to show the way. The knee

hurt a bit especially on the downhill parts across the debris.

It would be a bad place to have further injuries. The jeans I

wore as I thought I would be walking did were difficult to

climb with. I should have just changed them but never thought

of it then. Stiff-legged myself down by the seat of the pants

over rocks the size of small cars and inched up again.



Those three guys have been incredible in getting us all across.

At bad places, they got over and ferried the backpacks to the

other side. I found it tough enough without the packs and they

crossed with that on. Of the three, Ting was the mountain goat.

Small size but really tough guy. My heart dropped to see him

move at some places. He have an incredible eye for ledges and

footholds which do not exist till you see him like walking on

air.



People seating in cushioned comfort in buses and wooing and

wowing at the river a few hundred feet below them and probably

thinking that was all to it at Taroka gorge could not imagine

the drama played 2000 feet above them. They may, but I wasn't

looking at them.



At one part, the pieces of wood I was worried about have been

longed for. One strand of wire hung down from the other side.

An earthquake took out our side leaving a gap of about 15 feet.

They got the packs over. Positioned themselves to pass the

girls across. I have to say, the girls were courageous. Anyone

panicking will not panick for long.



I crossed last. I spend the time in re studying the foot and

hand holds, replaying that over in my mind a few times to make

sure my movements would be smooth. I had to depend on myself as

I do not want to take the chance of pulling anyone.. Taking

faith in that only the good die young, I moved through like a

wraith in a dream.



That was a very very long two seconds in my life.



Anyone of those crossings will be enough to flavour the trip.

Just like a little bit of chilli will be nice with food, but a

lot of it really spice it up to the stage that the whole mouth

becomes numb.



It was like that on that trail. What would have been dangerous

were became routinely expected. The already tremendous

experience from the view transcended further into one where we

walked with our souls.



We have been lucky. The weather was fine. If it have had

rained, some of those crossings would not be passable.



We ran short of water. I sweated a lot and the dehydration was

getting in on me. We have been moving with very little stops

since morning when we set out. No lunch either except for the

beef jerky and chocolates and caramel sweets I had with me that

we shared. We wanted to get to a place with water for the

night. Exhaustion was setting in as well. In the late

afternoon, every stop would have me out completely in a

dreamless sleep, sometimes not even taking off the backpack.



Night came. We carried on a while with torchlight. The

concentration required to walk on safely cannot be sustained

with the fatigue and using torchlight. Those three must have

came to the same conclusion. They called a halt where the path

broaden a bit. I dimly recalled pulling out the sleeping bag,

changing out of my sodden clothings and sleeping immediately.



Woke at 11pm with most of the fatigue gone. Found the three

have courageously gone on to try to get water. The rest of us

were resting across the path shrouded with trees on both sides.



So many times I woked up on New year day with hangover vowing I

will spend a 'dry' New years eve.



I got to do it this time, the last day of this decade. I

thought of my friends who would be drinking away wondering where

they are and the cheers they would be exchanging. It would be a

New year eve I will always remember.



Tried to bring comfort to the girls assuring that those three

would be safe as time went on and they did not return. I felt

they must have been tired also and would be back in the morning.

Spoke to Shi taking turns with him to keep watch. Some

moonlight filtered in through the trees allowing a bit of

visibility. It would be comforting place, but the absence of

those three gave me a deep disquiet and troubled all of us.



1 Jan 1991



Light broke. I decided to stay in the trackpants I used for

sleeping. I knew I could not take the girls across the way

others did. In case they did not get back, I have to assume the

worse and go down myself to get help from other people. I threw

the jeans down the slope among the trees and bushes. It will be

a fitting rest for it from the trips we shared together. It

also lightened my load. If necessary, I might abandon the

backpack as well.



The others wanted to leave that place. I told them those three

would have started at day break. It may take 1 1/2 hours. That

place we were at have been the best place to rest since the

whole afternoon before. We should wait for them there. If they

did not get back by 730am, I would go down while they stayed.



I felt good when at about 7am, we heard a whistle. Then their

shouts from across a valley. I never wanted to be a hero.

Heros are good guys and they normally die young. Especially

since by doing so, it would have meant that those three have met

with accidents. They got back with the water 20 minutes later.

They got down allright. Lost their way getting back. They were

tired and rested till daybreak before getting back.



That water was important. We cooked breakfast and drank to our

hearts' content. Giving us the strenght to continue on. We

still had to make a few more dangerous crossings. I would have

hate to do it by myself even in the morning without the food and

drink. It would be very dangerous when done at night. Only

they could have done it. It exceeded by far what the other guy

have done the night before. After that, it was all downhill.

We took all together about 3 hours to get to the spring water at

the bottom of a valley strewn with huge marble boulders the

size of houses.



From then it was easy. We made our way to the main road. Got

out near a bridge. I forgot the name, but on the other side of

the bridge is a gigantic boulder with a little pavilion build on

top. Thumb down a lorry which gave us a lift to Tienchi a few

kilometers down the road. While forest and wilderness are nice,

I must say so is civilization where there are restaurants and

cold drinks. Interesting coincidence was the bus driver taking

us back to Hualien was the same stout friendly driver who took

us there originally. Found he was called Mr Yen. He detoured

the bus to drop us at the railway station.



I have to say it was a real good trip. I do not know if I get

such experiences again. But one thing for sure, I will find

out.

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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html


Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2187.html
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.


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FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
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(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
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If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
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Jackie next chapter with Cyrus
shanlung
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In my last posting written just before I left for Doha, Qatar, I wrote of Jackie going to Cyrus.

I was sorry it was a bit unceremonious. A lot of things that I wanted to do, including taking Jackie to Cyrus house and settling Jackie there.

That could not be done as Cyrus was enjoying himself in Angkor Wat and in Vietnam. He was there with a very old friend Rhordan from Primary school days and later into Boy Scouts as well. Rhordan emigrated to Canada before A levels, settling there to eventually become a Professor of Economics in the University of Vancouver.

You might wonder why Cyrus was so callous in flying off to Angkor with Rhordan. You better not, as I was supposed to be on that flight with 2 of them. Actually in fact, the 3 of us were supposed to be on a boat between Bali, Flores and Komodo checking out sunrises and sunsets and staying out of reach of hungry dragons.

Rhordan was doing his biannual flight back to see old classmates and friends of his childhood days. Cyrus and I planning trips for the 3 of us reverting back to schoolboys days.

Then this Qatar project came out of the blue forcing me to abort that Flores Komodo plans. Which then became the Angkor/Vietnam trip which of course I could not be on either. Which of course knocked the plans of Jackie handover as well. I can only think of Robert Burns and his "the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry"


So the 2 of them went on that trip , with me in Singapore doing the last bit for Jackie such as making the mash and fruit puree as present to Cyrus, and preparing for my own departure.

I flew to Qatar. I cannot say much of Qatar as I am settling down here and into my project.

Cyrus flew back to Singapore a week after I left.
It was last Sunday, 10 June 2012 that Jackie was taken by Cyrus

Jackie always slept in the cat cage in his room. So it was easy for my wife to cut the twine holding the door opened and closed the door on Jackie in the cage the night before .

And on Sunday, Cyrus came to take Jackie in the cage.

I told him to keep Jackie a week or two in the cage and then open the door to let Jackie out. I figured by then Jackie would have gotten to know them. I knew Jackie will stay in familiar surroundings. You recalled even after Jackie was liberated to the rest of the apartment, Jackie was so reluctant to leave his flight room.

I figured Jackie will go and sleep in his cage at night and can fly and roam about in the garden during the day.

Jackie command of flight was very good as you seen in last report to the point he could twist and turn in flight to catch thrown pieces of bread.

Jackie worked his magic on Cyrus and his maid.

Cyrus had a good point saying that cats can come into his garden. Those cats were not Ivan or Sieben and might chomp Jackie up should Jackie be released.

Cyrus got this fear that Jackie might not be able to find food as Jackie was so pampered. My thoughts that Jackie can find food was binned. I fear that Jackie mesmerised poor Cyrus to becoming his serf the way I was.


That I felt that was karma was not relevant as Jackie was not mine anymore but Cyrus.
And therefore Jackie no longer mine for me to decide to be let free into the garden.


Cyrus went on to say he will look after Jackie for me until I get back. And he writing to me how Jackie loved papaya and fruits and stuff and bread.

I told him to go read my findings of Jackie metabolism in
36 Strategems// Metabolic studies on Jackie and first voilational flight// Perfidious Sieben
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/135845.html

and
More Jackie metabolics // hide and seek recalls // horrendous injury on Jackie
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/136105.html

I was send some photos of Jackie. And his cage within a cage. And the garden that he might be flying about in some time in the future.


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LiBai mash making.
About 300 grams of beef mince, with 200 grams of chicken mince and 150 grams of dried anchovies(for the calcium). That was all done up to the kitty mash formula I wrote about in
Pakistan//Tinkerbell Kitty Mash//Dommie at the beach Ramadhan 2010 //Villa walkabout 2
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/119237.html
Instead of the almond and brazil nuts, about 100 grams of human grade groundnuts(peanuts) were used.

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/109957.html

suri - Read "Conditioning clicker day 3 - and some tips on suris"
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/30810.html

milli - read "Found the perfect treat and Yingshiong first "step up""
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shanlung/34432.html
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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if you forgotten about clicker training

Tinkerbell Legacy - VH parrot and Clicker Training Rant 06
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/3419.html

Some thoughts on clicker - The initial experience with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-somethoughtsonclickera.html

Clicker training and bonding with Tinkerbell
http://www.geocities.com/shanlung9/clicker-L-ctbondinga.html

To Shanlung-Charlie and clicker training
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126461.html

Charlie and clicker training - beyond touch target //LiBai on finger and in slow motion videos —
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/126488.html


Tinkerbell Legacy - - Rant 03 (a flighted parrot mentality) & Understanding the mind of your grey
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2187.html
Above is probably the most important of all I have written, and the foundation to all that I have done.


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


FREE FLIGHT IS LIFE AND DEATH PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF UNLESS YOU DO KNOW.
NEVER EVER FREE FLY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE AS THIS CAN LEAD TO LOSS AND DEATH OF YOUR BIRD.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
(edited on 4th November 2011 to include below)

To Shanlung - How to do Free Flight Outside
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/129976.html
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&



If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.


http://www.durrellwildlife.org/
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice







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