The apparent suicide of Anthony Bourdain brought mixed emotions from me. On the one hand, I deny the existence of death. I believe in modern quantum physics, which teaches us that everything us energy, including ourselves. Energy is neither created nor is it destroyed--energy is eternal. Thus we are eternal. Therefore: no death. There is transformation, and Bourdain chose to undergo that transformation earlier rather than later. While I honor his choice, I don't understand it, but it's not given to me to understand someone I never met. Despite his fame, Bourdain's persona is what we know, not the real man.
On the other hand, we'll miss this funny, clever, seemingly fearless man who lived a life most of us can only dream of: visiting faraway place and exploring their cultures, especially their food cultures.
I've been lucky enough to emulate Bourdain in some respects. I've visited over a dozen countries and eaten in all of them. I've eaten Indian food in Rome (very good); Chinese in Venice (also excellent). The main international airport in Bangkok has really good spag bol--whodda thunk it?
Here are a few pix of memorable foods from overseas:
Eaten more than once in the Angkor complex, Cambodia.
Chicken curry served in a coconut. SUBLIME.
|This place serves the best fish and chips in Oxford.|
Some places were not so welcoming...
I spent a miserable year in Luoyang, China.
I plan not to mourn Anthony Bourdain's life not by weeping, but to do what I love best: traveling someplace new and eating the tastiest food I can find.