Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The end... for now.
FEEJEE!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Kuala Lumpur!
Ko Lanta, Thailand
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Ko Phi Phi and Maya Beach
Bangkok, Dangerous?
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Bamboo School
Fast Forward through Thailand.
Entering Thailand by water was a chore consisting of begging Lao immigration authorities to waive the $10 exit fee and haggling with a cab to take us to Chiang Rai for less than the gross overcharge of $6 a person. We finally arrived in Chiang Rai tired, hungry and disappointed as it seemed as if it was a western strip mall. The only sights to be seen were old men clutching to their new found thai “girlfriends” and many tourists wondering why they were there. After finding no room at 3 different inns, we settled on a cheap room with a fan that resembled a dilapidated soviet bedroom more than a $5 a night suite. Karolina refused to sleep on the actual sheets, and personally, I don’t blame her.
So the next morning we packed up, found the bus to Chiang Mai in hopes that the change from R to M in the name of a city would suit us better. Chiang Mai indeed was much better, especially when we rode around on a rented motorcycle to the hills and checked out an overlooked national park and a tourist saturated golden temple. The nights were spent laughing in a local tavern at the disgusting old men picking up the ladies of the night and the awful but surprisingly welcome attempt at Mexican food.
Chiang Mai wasn’t disappointing though. We found an excellent little hippie enclave – a supurb vegetarian restaurant/bookshop where I picked up a 1960s copy of Herman Hesse’s Steppenwolf and then somehow bought a mini laptop (which I am using right now) for super cheap. The ‘netbook’ as they say was purchased minutes before we had to be on the train to almighty Bangkok and we narrowly made it thanks to a supportive tuk-tuk driver and a lot of luck. (We literally ran for the train as it was starting to chug-chug-chug-chug, time mismanagement skills are fun)
Bangkok got a few minutes of our attention the next day, but was limited to the area around the train station and a desperate search for coffee and something edible that didn’t involve meat with flies or “carcass like” features. Hop on a bus to Kanchaniburi, a medium sized river town that unknown to me was made famous by a movie called “The Bridge over River Kwai”. We stayed for cheap on the river, watched Sex and the City on my laptop (sad, but true) and lit paper lanterns over the river that floated into the sky… beautiful.
All this detour away from Bangkok was to visit Karolina’s friends (I knew one of them from Vietnam/Jungle Beach) who were doing a malaria project for medical school in Sai yok about an hour’s drive outside Kanchaniburi. We reached this place by motorbike, got a tour of the hospital and field malaria clinics by the intriguingly smile less Dr. Su Pat. But then we got a little tour of Bamboo School.
(candle festival in Sai yok)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
A Night on the Mekong
Karolina and I bought one of the most impressive and large mosquito nets in a market in Luang Prabang, and we build our fort utilizing a base of life jackets as a mattress and a rain coat as sheets. Luxury living at its finest. Dinner is served in the rear of the boat and it is simple but romantic, with the splash of driftwood hitting the boat and candles illuminating the storied wood of the boat's ceiling. Light conversation ensues with our fellow stranded passengers: a 5 minute conversation with the im-going-to-be-rude-to-you-since-your-American girl from Germany, another 2 minute conversation in Vietnamese about the rain in Hanoi, and a hint that the sticky rice has other things in it from Karolina's mouth. The sleep is rough. Driftwood hitting the boat sounds like animals attacking the tarps surrounding the boat and we end up laughing about which animals these are: anacondas? elephants? tigers? pirates? We wake up to a roaring start of an engine just past dawn and head gracefully on our way to switch boats and in a few short 12 hours hit the border of Thailand...
teepee
Friday, November 14, 2008
Aun, my buddist friend.
Arrival in Luang Prabang
Friday, October 31, 2008
Yesterday I woke up early to go to the Ho Chi Minh Masouleum, only to find it was closed for the annual re-enbalming of Uncle Ho. Basically its Uncle H himself, despite his wished to be cremated, on display with 30 years of post morteum for the masses. Damn, too bad I missed it.
I settled on the near 1,000 year old Temple of Literature which was a stunningly beautiful old university grounds with massive displays of chinese architecture. But I had to get there first...My motobike taxi driver insisted on haggling me for 20 minutes over 5,000 dong ($0.20 USD) less than what he was asking for. I havent paid over 10,000 vnd for a ride to anywhere in the city yet, and I know I can just walk away from anyone trying to extort me, because 10,000 is already a significant tourist price. We get on our way in the pouring rain when we are suprised by several roads leading to the grounds in 3 feet of water. Sick of checking every road for more and more flooding (and already drenched) I tell him to drop me off and point me in the right direction. I take the plunge, pray that all my open wounds on my legs are significantly healed and head knee deep into the water. It takes a while to keep on the narrow sidewalk and I am the only westerner, only person in the water at some points so I take it slow. I pass a motorcycle repair man who I stop, smoke a tobacco pipe with and laugh at the cars and motobikes trying to cross chest deep water at full speed. Most fail, but some make it. It is two dudes smokin on a pipe, laughing at the car owning class, I feel blue collar and I like it.
Empathy sets in and I leave my post with tobacco motobike man and help a few youngins push a Ford SUV out of the water to the dry part of the street. The locals laugh at the white boy but they appreciate the help. The owner hops out of the car, clearly late for something and I pantomime that it would be a good idea to get the car out of the middle of the road. Driver agrees and opens the back door to reveil 5 passengers in the back which causes me to ask "Why the hell didnt you get them out when we were pushing?" and I know my question is repeated in Vietnamese by the surrounding locals. Driver gives the locals and I cash for the help, locals run off and invite me for Bia Hoi (local beer) but I decline when the taste of watered-down crappy homebrew is remembered in my mouth. That and its 10 a.m. Driver looks sad so I use the best of my extremely limited car knowledge and open the hood, dry and shake the air filter and tell him to wait till things are dry. Driver assumes I am a Ford mechanic and asks many questions in Vietnamese while I laugh, telling him in English that I don't own a car and if you saw the last one I did own, you wouldn't let me near your car within a 30 foot radius. I do my best, grandpa in the backseat thanks me and I am on my way. Nothing like chillin with the locals.
I walk in the rain for hours, checking out the sights - as it is much better than being stuck in my lonely hotel room. I count minutes until Ricky gets back or my swedish friend's flight gets in. I am bored and expecting more out of Halloween night than this - even in Hanoi. Finally my Swedish friend arrives but we go downstairs only to find that we are locked into the hotel. What happens when there is a fire?
So I am here, waiting and raining for that flight to Laos, in just a few hours...
Taylor