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Browsing ktravula – a travelogue! blog archives for the day Friday, August 14th, 2009.

On Augustus Stout Van Wickle

Reading Van Wickle's Obituary
The Brown University campus is a beauty. Founded in 1764 prior to American independence from the British Empire as the College in the English Colony of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, the campus has a collection of some really beautiful buildings, monuments and statues. It is the seventh oldest University in the United States, so most of the buildings there are old, yet strong and still standing, thanks to constant renovation and repairs.

A few of the students on the campus tour

Yesterday, while getting a guided tour of the campus, we came across this wall dedicated to a man called Augustus Stout Van Wickle who, by his profile on the wall, was an important personality in Providence, and who contributed money to build the gate while he was the president of a bank. He died in June 1898 from gunshot wounds during a clay pigeon shoot. The text on the wall reads:

“In memory of Augustus Stout Van Wickle of the class of 1876. By achievement he honored, by gift he remembered his alma mater. MCMI”

Here’s the internet account of his death and legacy, and the Wikipedia entry on the Van Wickle Gates that bear his name on campus.

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I Should Have Brought From Home

Even though my bag was tampered with on the flight, and only one padlock made it with me to the States, on checking my luggage two days ago, I found that nothing was missing there. I wasn’t expecting anything to miss. Maybe they just opened it to see if I was carrying any bad stuff. My garri is intact, so is my ground pepper, but now, I am beginning to question why I brought them at all. Considering that food is almost the cheapest thing to find over here, it looks like garri may have to suffice only as an exhibit for my food/cultural class when I get to Illinois. Or not. We shall find out pretty soon. Right now, I have not been able to imagine how easy it is going to be to soak garri into cold water during winter and actually eat it, or recommend it to others. Thanks Mum.

Looking back, there are several things I should have brought instead.

1. Specs. While walking through the aisle of the “Colgate” supermarket yesterday, I saw a stand of dark shade spectacles which we in Nigeria would ordinary buy off an aboki vendor for a price starting from 300naira. I couldn’t literally believe my eyes when the price tag on one of those read about $22.70 or so. Okay. 300naira (usually written as N300) is equal only to about $2, and $22.70 is equal to like N3632 at the rate of N160 to the dollar. And that is not the most expensive one.

2. Umbrella. If I had known that the raining season in Nigeria was a sensible pointer to the season in the United States as well, I would have saved myself the trouble of a few wet outings. This is the United States after all, and we can not call on the Sango priest to “hold the hand of the rain” preventing it from falling on one part of town. On the bright side, it’s raining only water. Not snow, yet.

3. Toothpaste. Well, if you read my earlier post on buying Close-up, this one shouldn’t be hard for you to fathom. In spite of all the signs: “Bigger size, better value”, “Anticavity flouride toothpaste”, “cleans, whitens and freshens”, “with mouthwash”, “Freshening red gel” among many others competing for my attention on it’s packaging, I can’t help but feel that a product that goes all the way to try to appeal to me must have something intrinsically lacking in character. I could be wrong.

4. A digital camera. Yea, I know. Dumb of me, right? My earlier bought cannon camera had miraculously walked out of my room a few days before I left home. Those things sometimes have a mind of their own. But now that I have my Nokia phone fully charged, I take it along with me as my digital camera. At least until Saturday when I get to go to the mall for a little shopping. Watch out for some great photos. Plus, lucky us, there is a commisioned photographer (the director’s son) who has been taking so many shots. He has promised to upload them all online and provide us links.

5. A table clock. Not for anything fancy, but if I knew I’d have so much space as I now have in the lodging at Brown University, I’d have brought that to put on my table. And I would have set the time to Nigerian time so that I know immediately what time it is at home when my phone rings. Right now, I have to check my mobile phone’s world time, or check my laptop for the world clock. Not so bad.

And speaking of time and time zones, I have found it rather convenient that when it is 7.30pm here, it is 12.30 over in Nigeria, when MTN’s Extra Cool begins. How nice to find that people could actually call me from Lagos or Ibadan at night without having to pay a dime. And I get to receive it at 7.30pm and not at 12.30am when I should be having deserved sleep. Yea, I can now receive your Extra Cool calls, but when it’s 10pm here, I gorra go to bed, and you be thinking of doing same. But I’m always glad that we can share the jetlags together. You stay up all night to call me while I still struggle with the six hours of my biological time clock still struggling to get even from all the traveling with the sun.

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The Menu

This evening at the international house, we had a very nice dinner with a theme called “The American Special”. All the food served was supposed to be representative of the American cuisine. There was rice (Thank God), and a large but tender beef (didn’t someone tell me that beef is no longer so popular in America just because of the fear of mad cow?), chicken cooked in nice juice (yea, they called it juice), and bread/butter. There was also wine (1995), and lemonade. And a dessert of fine fruit cake (which I didn’t partake of. My brother, Chris Ihidero has warned me of the dire consequences of too much sugar on the sexual organs of the male. Please don’t ask me to elaborate. Ask him.) There was also smoked salmon, cream cheese, capers, dark bread and lox bits. And salad. And salad dressings.

Smoked Salmon

Earlier in the morning, there was bread, couscous, more pizza, coffee, decaf, cream, whiteners, sugar, strawberry (what a delight), and grapes (no, not that one related to the orange but three times bigger than it. These ones are small, juicy balls of nice tasting berry). There were other food items I couldn’t name because I was too hungry to ask. I got my share of couscous (because that was one of the only ones I could recognize, and went about my business).

Some unanswered questions on my mind:

1. Why are the carrots I ate on the plane shaped like iyeye? They tasted like carrots all right, so I believed the guy who served me and said they were good for my eyes. But why do they look like berries instead of their phallic dignity, or at least the coin size they assume when diced?
2. Is the chicken I ate on the plane a cloned kind? Or why would it taste so tender and smooth?
3. Is zucchini, (Thanks Jeff), pumpkin seeds, and egusi (melon seeds) related in any way? I’d be surprised if they are not. And if my eyes don’t deceive me, those little seeds on the plane bread looked just as melon seeds would look if they were only that small.
4. Does (airplane) pizza taste like chappati if I only eat the doughy parts?
5. Is it not because I have taken too much coffee today that I’m at the computer at this moment when I should be sleeping and preparing for another busy day tomorrow? Today, I mean. Isn’t it past 12am already!

The most interesting part of tomorrow/today’s event is at 3.30pm: a visit to Rhode Island State House and Providence Place to meet with the Lieutenant Governor of the state. Sounds promising. Should I wear a cap? Maybe not.

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About the Toiletiquettes

WARNING: Article may not be suitable for someone with food in their hands.


I had got this idea to write about the European/American toilet since my British Airways flight from Lagos, when the numerous signs in the airplane’s loo got me seriously thinking about British humour. But today, on return from the Loo in the Brown University Inn in the hallway of my residence, I threw away procrastination and set to put it down once and for all. The triggering factor was a little clean tissue paper left carelessly on one side of the toilet seat.

You see, I am from Nigeria. I shouldn’t have to say that again, but when I lived on campus in the University of Ibadan, none of the toilets in Mellanby Hall was ever good enough to sit on at any time of the day. It was horrible early in the morning. It was horrible late at night. It was triple horrible during the day when the many strange asses from all the neighbouring halls of residence, and even from the streets, came, bearing their little ugly gifts when no one was looking. The real reason for this trouble was of course the absence of stable power supply to pump adequate water to supply the toilets basins. Thus most of the time, the was a load of stuff waiting for any visitor to the place, which was never a pleasant sight. The cleaning women came around sometimes twice everyday, yet the loads were back there in less than ten minutes after they leave. So having learnt to do the bathroom business #2 without sitting on the toilet bowl since early undergrad, I immediately understand the sight of tissue paper lying on the bowl in a public toilet. The curious thing about this one instance however was that the bowl was neither dirty nor was the tissue, yet someone who had been there before me had been disgusted enough to lay the bowl with a layer of tissue to protect himself from the perceived dirt of a toilet clean enough for my Nigerian eye that has really been around. Quite curious, that. What do you think?

"I think he's gonna be sick!"

"I think he's gonna be sick!"

I have now picked out that scrap sheet of paper on which I had written my observations about the British Airways toilet, gleaned from their ubiquitous signs on the plane toilet wall. Here are the many of them, just the signs. But before I give them, let me tell you another joke from that little flight experience. Since my bag was already carefully stowed away in the upper locker, I didn’t have any sheet of paper on which to write, so I rifled through the magazine space in front of me for a scrap sheet. I found it, and it looked like an open ended envelope not used by anyone. Unknown to me, the looks of horror and amazement in the eyes of Jeffrey the American accountant who sat in the other seat beside me, and the air hostess on the aisle who had just given me a tray filled with American Airline food was because the little white “envelope” I picked out was used only in very specific circumstances.

As I examined it, they looked more horrified.
Then Jeff said, quite helpfully. “Erm, I think that is used when people are gonna be sick.”
And it all made sense. I had just taken a bite out of the food, and they were concerned that I might be ready to throw up any moment.
“No,” I replied, smiling. “I’m not throwing up. I just need a scrap sheet to write on.”.
She was relieved, and so was he. And Jeff and I went on to become great company for the duration of the flight, and who knows, I might take him up soon on his invitation for me to come back to Boston for a nice city tour.

Here are The Toiletiquettes, instructions/texts on the British and later American Airways toilet walls.

1. Discarding anything other than toilet tissue can lead to leaks and create a safety hazard.
2. Please use the trash container for anything other than toilet tissue.
3. 115v 60hz.
4. Crew call.
5. Tissues and cups.
6. No Cigarette Disposal. Push. Waste Disposal
7. Air sick bags. Panty pads. (And different kinds of toilet rolls. Shouldn’t someone tell the queen that I don’t need to wipe my balls.)
8. As a courtesy to other passengers, please wipe down the basin after use.
9. Freshorize: 2 in 1 handwash.
10. For your safety, this toilet is equipped with a smoke detection system. Federal law provides for a penalty of up to $2000 for tampering with the smoke detector installed in this lavatory.

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