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Published November 28th 2012
Where wonders never cease
I don't get the name or what it stands for, but the place is full of incredibly beautiful stuff, from larger-than-life Buddha statues to tiny monk stones. The shop windows invariably have some eye-catching work of art that tempts you inside to explore further.
This time there was a red and white artwork that could've been two entwined figures or a red and white artwork. I'm no connoisseur; I just stare till I go cross-eyed. But one thing's for sure - I either like it or don't. And this one I liked.
The interior of the shop is immense. There are shelves along the walls with neat sections of scented candles, incense sticks, and various essential oils that set the tone for the lovely things to follow. What follows immediately is a shelf full of scary gothic stuff that probably has busloads of fans, but personally speaking, I prefer to give that a wide berth.
As you go around the shop, which is actually quite a trip considering the distance you cover, you come across beautiful handcrafted tableware—runners, serving trays, beautiful objects for centre display, rattan table mats, and platters. At the back of the shop is where you'll find exquisitely crafted lanterns. They have the traditional Chinese lanterns as well as really imaginative ones in the shape of lotus flowers.
Clocks the size of Big Ben, well almost, and picture frames of various types are lined up against the adjacent wall. Artificial flowers and bead creations abound in both beauty and variety. Honestly, it's like a tropical garden with the tall palms and riot of colours. This is all arranged in the centre which is where I wind up after touring the sides.
Cargo Culture also has an impressive collection of Egyptian art. This includes large statues of ancient Egyptian figures one of whom could be Nefertiti, although I could be way off here. They look stunning as a collection and I don't think you could get the same effect from a single piece. You would also have to have a large living room to display the collection to good effect. I really should've bought one of those huge California mansions when they were going cheap on eBay.
There's no end to the temptations even as you arrive at the counter. Kimmi dolls are lined up here alongside lucky charms, bracelets, and a bunch of other things those cunning ladies know we'll pick up on impulse just before they tote up the bill. Oh well, here goes nothing and I pick up a ring that's supposed to bring me good fortune.
As I pay for my bag of goodies and put on my lucky ring, I realise what it was about the shop that beguiled me most. It was the music, a kind of Eastern flute that calmed me down and made me want to linger. No, they don't sell the CD, and again No, they don't know what it's called or where to get one. I left Cargo Culture in a Wordsworthian daze and that music in my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more (Sorry, Wordsworth).