Roadschooling Turkey

Roadschooling with Multiple Currencies

A regular part of our travels is sorting through left over coins. Try as we might to spend all the currency before we leave a country either by putting it into the tank, exchanging it at the border or (the kid’s favourite) spending it on special foods.



We always seem to find extra coins in pockets or corners or…. So, a natural part of our homeschooling is to sort through the coins and put in small ziplock backs labeled with the country. Now we put the smaller bags into one larger bag of the continent. Alot of times the kids will count the money in each bag and put a small piece of paper in with the amount.  The bag goes into the safe and comes out when we return or when we meet someone going the opposite direction we make an exchange of currencies. It is always nice to have enough for a loaf of bread, or coffee or a pay toilet when coming into a new country, as we always say.

Hannah is our bookeeper. At first we did an XL document on the computer. Now that she has her own ipod we have put Xpensilite on it. We save receipts in a metal box on the dash. She takes the receipts and enters them into her ipod and converts the currency back to USD. She takes photos of any that are over USD 50 in value. She seems to really love doing this and she does it well.

We have changed to an ipod app for pocket money as well, called “allowabank”. Abi keeps her home currency in USD but the others keep their home currency in NZD. Every purchase must be converted to their home currency.

The world is quite small for our kids. They grew up understanding multiple currencies. They also understand different economies. Just crossing a border bread can go up to 10 times the cost of the previous country. We were poor in Germany, we are rich in Bulgaria. However we have the same amount of money. It is one thing to know this in your head. It is another thing entirely to know how it feels.


Istanbul and “For Bator or For Yurts”

So, On our third attempt to go to Turkey we are finally made it. We are in Istanbul with a fridge that needs mending in East Istanbul days before Sam’s flight from Istanbul to New Zealand. After hearing Istanbul driving horror stories we parked our truck at a campground about 2 hours away to store for a few days and have gone in to Istanbul by way of taxi, crowded bus (in which you can’t imagine anyone else can fit in but they do) and metro.

Our new fridge is acting up so we called Waeco. They said they couldn’t send us a replacement because we were out of Germany where we bought it. They are sending us to a place on the east-side of Istanbul. After fitting a few straps to the fridge the guys started posing for pictures in front of famous monuments with the ominous fridge in the spirit of “Amelie”. Sam is posing here in front of the famous “Haggia Sophia” with our beloved fridge.

Backing up a bit we met a really great couple on a different kind of honeymoon at the campground outside of Istanbul where we left our truck. They have been married for about a month and are driving an ambulance to Mongolia to be used as a mobile field hospital. Seriously! They are global, functional and frugal. We really like them alot. You should read about them on their site “For Bator of For Yurts“. You could even help them if you want. They have a wishlist. You could send them money directly or let us know if you want to give them something off their wish list and we will get it for them and you could send the cash to our paypal or something to reimburse.



Had a wonderful, surprising, fast-paced, eye-opening, thought-provoking, unexpected and exciting time in Beijing. So short of time to be there. At one moment I am feeling sad to leave so quickly but at the next moment I think I need time away to process what I saw and learned so I can make the most of it. We saw some old friends and made many new ones.

So many new sights, thoughts and ideas that I cannot seem to stream any together. So I will give you some snapshots.

The worn knobs on the numerous gates at the Forbidden City. The prayers of the elderly as they stroked the gate.

The parasols and gloves.

The old men playing games on the wall at the Temple of Heaven.

Little babies with splits up the back of the trousers and no diapers.

The fighting dragons.

The food.

The Happy campaign signs and bright yellow t-shirts.

The man with the bleeding head fighting with the ladies in the emergency room.

The numerous Lambourgines and the Rolls Royces.

Nai Nai (grandmother) with her consistent smile even though she has a back hunched from being beaten when she was younger.

The immense, funky, old munitions factory, the arts community -798, and the profound art it contains. A place that was squatted by artists and begins to grow in reputation as the place to be.

The young Pakistani refugee that had seen way too much death in his short life and waits, hopefully, for his visa to the U.S. while his friends are sent back to Pakistan to die after being refused their visa. Brings of memories of apathy and anger towards asylum seekers in Britain, U.S., and Australia.

The creative bicycles and scooters.

The stories of plans for uniting families in the countryside.

Beijing is truly and engaging city. So many stories of happiness or sorrow, greed or generosity. I suppose anywhere there are so many people in one place you will see both extremes.

One artist shared a term he had come up with called “urbanity”. The jostle of Urban and humanity. The humanity being the greatest joy and the most piercing sorrow of the urban environment.

There are some places in the world that take all your senses and percieved wisdom and place them in a whirlwind. A place where the words mundane and boring are forbidden. Beijing is such a place.

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Twitter and Facebook in China

Several people have been saying the Jones family members are snubbing them on Facebook this week. I tried to Twitter that our facebook is blocked in China but Twitter is blocked too. Sorry

China Hong Kong

Taking the Train from Hong Kong to Beijing

We are here in Beijing looking down at the city from the 25th floor. We just took a 24 hour train from Hong Kong to Beijing. No worries.  Just couldn’t handle the idea of going from one large city to an even larger one without a bit of the country thrown in the gap.

I think we made the right choice to take the train. Here are some things we have noticed about taking the train. We are guessing there may not be a lot of info because there are not a lot of foreigners there. We have seen only 2 other foreigners on the entire train.

We booked our tickets several days ago and didn’t get in one room. Not necessarily a bad thing.

We had to come early to the train station in Kowloon. It is more like an airport than any train station I have ever seen.  Before we went to check in we got some Chinese currency, pot noodles, apples and water. We were glad Lizzy brought her small thermos. The kids wish we would have brought some sweet snacks. We could take smaller bags on the train but we needed to check our backpacks and pay extra. I think it was money well spent to check our bigger bags. We will also need to pay money to pick our bags up. After check-in you need to go through immigration and security. Just like the airport except you can bring fluids through. Once you get on the train there is no English save a random word here and there.

Everyone gets a bed on the train. Seems there are 3 classes.

First class has one bunk and a chair in each room, a locking door, no chairs in the hallway and I think even your own private sit down toilet but haven’t seen inside one of the rooms but for a moment as someone came out of their room.

Second class has 2 double bunks with a lace padded backrest, locking door, one fold down chair in the hallway and a shared sit down toilet.

In the third class you have 2 triple bunks in a doorless room with two fold out seats and a mini table to share out in the hall and 2 shared squat toilets per car. We tried to get one room to ourselves but we booked too late. No worries, this might be better.  I am in a room with TJ and Hannah. I am on the middle bunk. TJ and Hannah are on the top bunks. TJ loves the top bunk. It really plays to here monkey nature. She takes advantage of the rails and fold out footsteps and manages to avoid stepping on the other beds as she goes up and down. Lizzy and Abi are in the top bunks of the next room. Dad is in a top bunk in the next car down.  I think middle bunk is the best because I can lay down comfortably and take in all the new sights. On the top bunk you cant see much but the railroad tracks from your bunk. Most people prefer the lower bunk because you don’t need to play monkey and you can sit up straight on the bunk. I really like third class because the whole place is a buzz with Chinese conversation and friendly people.  First and Second class are way too quite. Each bunk comes with nice clean sheets, a duvet and a pillow. The windows don’t open and the train is air conditioned to a nice temperature.  If you get cold easily you might want to bring a cardigan (sweater)

As far as food. I am not sure about the first and second class but in third class about half the people have brought their own food. There is a boiling hot water dispenser at the end of each train car to make your own tea or pot noodle. Pot noodle is very popular as a snack. When you buy your pot noodle make sure it doesn’t have a picture of a microwave on the side. Around mealtime ladies come down the aisle with food in red plastic baskets. You will need to get some Chinese currency at the train station before you board. If you miss the first lady with a red basket don’t worry the keep coming for the next half hour. They carry some change. Between meals there is another lady with an apron and a metal cart. She has warm drinks and savoury snacks that look like they are made of meat. None of us tried the meat snacks but the girls did get some orange juice and green tea.

We didn’t see much of Andrew because he was in the next car reading his thriller novel we got from the nice English secondhand bookstore in Mui Wu. We saw him with pot noodle dinner in the evening and then not until 10:30 the next morning. He seemed stressed. He slept through the breakfast and was desperately seeking out a cup of tea. I told him I had put the box of teabags in his duffle. Still ravenously hungry he returned with a worse for wear chipped, stained and sadly deformed styrofoam cup with a teabag floating in hot water. We told him about the red basket food delivery but it was late for breakfast and too early for lunch. He had missed it. Not wanting pot noodles and still more than an hour from the lunch delivery I got him a tube of chips resembling pringles from the silver cart lady as she passed and replaced the styrofoam cup with Lizzy’s thermos and cup. The chips were in crumbs and went everywhere when Andrew desperately tried to fill his empty stomach. He told about the previous nights ordeal as he was absorbed in his book all the lights on the train went off at 10 pm and everything went pitch black. Being a words person over a visual person and having a book in hand he had neglected to find the reading light at the head of his bed.

Anyway, going through immigration was fine except for the minor hitches that the family had to go through immigration seperatelly and that me, Abi and Lizzy didn’t look enough like our passport pictures and the supervisor had to be called in for each of us.

Hong Kong

Durian and Jellyfish in Hong Kong

We have had a great time in Hong Kong. We are making lots of new friends and even found an old friend. In true Hong Kong fashion we being taken out to eat alot. Great big amazing meals. We have had so many new foods. We are getting all the Dim Sum we need and are finding some new favourites.

We have tried chicken feet,

grass jelly, squid in various forms, seaweed balls, red beans in the bottom of our milk shakes and many, jellyfish

and many more new tastes. Even TJ has become an expert with her chopsticks.

The other day was a momentous day. We all tried Durian.

We have been hearing ominous tales of Durian for years. According to Andrew it smells so bad that you are not allowed to take it on public transport in Indonesia. The locals love it, crave it. Foreigners can’t stand it and think it to be the most vile thing that has ever crossed their lips. But we are not the typical tourist. We are adventurous and enjoy strange and unusual flavours. We have eaten camel, squid, jellyfish, chicken feet and inflated lungs of salt cod and enjoyed it. Not to mention the fact that Durian is supposed to smell like onions. We like onions. Bring it on. Now, instead of buying it in its raw, spikey ball form from one of the many street vendors we opted for a nice civilized form. We went to a posh dessert bar at the top of a prominent new skyscraper on the edge of the red light district. Well…. Dino ordered Durian pancakes. It arrived layered with cream and wrapped in a green tea pancake. We all tried it. Not sure if the bravest person was Andrew who tried it first or TJ who tried it after hearing all of us moan and put on the “Durian face”. After we all tried some Dino finished it off with big smiles and great satisfaction. You know, for the record, it doesn’t smell like onions. It smells like rotten onions! To make matters worse Durian makes you burp.  Burping in public here is not bad manners but when it brings back the Durian aroma and taste. We were burping up Durian for 6 hours afterwards!… DANG!


On to better things. Theresa flew over from Korea when she heard we were here, she stayed with us and adventured with us for 5 days. So great to see her again. She is sitting here with Carol who has been organizing our social life here. Carol is a hard task master : ) but we think she’s great. Since we are staying on Lantao Island  we take the ferry to Hong Kong city most mornings and Carol meets us to take us around.

Some things Carol, and others, have taught us about eating out around here.

Tap water in Hong Kong is NEVER OK to drink.

Do not drink Juice from those machines at little streetside shops. Go to the nicer juice bars with the “shrinkwrap” lids and chunky things (beans, jelly, fruit, sago) at the bottom of the cup.

Rinse your dishes in hot water or hot tea at the table. Many restaurants will provide a small bucket or bowl and some hot water. If they don’t then put some tea in your largest bowl and use that to rinse. Just rotate your dishes, one at a time in the hot water. Teacup, small bowl, put spoon in bowl and rest chopsticks resting on top of the bowl rim. Never put the spoon or chopsticks on the table top. The tabletop is considered dirty. One person cleans for all. There will probably be extra dishes on the table. Only rinse what you will use. You don’t need to do this at more upscale restaurants – we only went to 2 restaurants that we didn’t rinse our dishes.

Pour tea for others at the table first. Say thank you for someone pouring your tea by tapping on the table twice with two fingers.

Don’t be afraid to try new tastes – you will probably be pleasantly surprised over and over again.

Try the Durian.  This will probably not be a pleasant surprise but it is a rite of passage. People WILL ask if you did