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Oct – Nov 2018

Looking forward to wat’s next

Since visiting Thailand in 2001, I've wanted to come back to see more of Southeast Asia. At the suggestion of my friend, I'll spend some time in Myanmar before meeting up with Kim, Carolyn, and Russ to enjoy a couple weeks of food, fun, and sights. Read more
  • Trip start
    October 25, 2018

    Let's taco 'bout it

    October 25, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 61 °F

    I made Kim stop for Mexican food on the way to the airport. I’m guessing I won’t see another taco for three weeks. On the other hand, I am looking forward to some great Asian food.

    I got out of Denver without a hitch and am waiting in San Francisco for my 16.5 hour flight to Singapore. Hopefully all goes well with my connection there, and I will land happily in Myanmar on Saturday morning.Read more

  • Sunchaser

    October 27, 2018 in Indonesia ⋅ 🌧 82 °F

    I flew out of Denver, right after sunset on Thursday. For 22 hours, my plane flew west, chasing the sun. It wasn’t until 90 minutes from Singapore that the sun caught up to me from the east. There isn’t anything quite as awful as being cooped up in a plane for endless hours in the dark. Well, except sitting on a plane for endless hours and having a short connection. When I arrived in Singapore, the United representative had my name on a sign, as I came out of the plane. Becasue of the delay leaving San Francisco,she let me know what gate to connect and added, “Hurry. They are holding the plane for you.”

    So I ran from one concourse to the next, when it suddenly dawned on me that I had no idea how far away it was and I was in a full on sprint. I ran out of steam just short of the gate, where I saw all the other passengers just sitting around, waiting to board. Apparently there was no hurry after all.
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  • You say Yangon, I say Rangoon

    October 27, 2018 in Myanmar ⋅ ⛅ 82 °F

    Getting through immigration was a breeze and I met up with the tour guide quickly after arriving. I checked into my hotel and then it was off to a day of sightseeing. I was hopeful that the frenetic pace might keep me awake, having gotten six disrupted hours of sleep last “night.”

    We started with a walk through the numerous markets in downtown Yangon. I think my favorite item was the instant karma. We walked by a man who had about 50 finches stuffed into a cage. I asked why he was selling them and the guide said that you can purchase them to purposely liberate them, creating good karma for you. Sounded like a good idea but then it occurred to me what bad karma it must be to trap and sell them in the first place.

    We continued on past the Sule Pagoda, which has been standing for 2500 years. All the other areas of town are described by their distance from this point. Across the street on one side of the pagoda is a mosque, and on the other side is a church. They are fairly tolerant of religions here, or so the guide noted. We later drove out to the Chauk Htat Gyi Pagoda, to experience an enormous reclining Buddha. I thought I had seen a large reclining Buddha, when I was in Thailand, but this one was gigantic. He is several stories high and proportionally long. At present he is covered with scaffolding, as they repaint him; but behind the bamboo, you could see striking blue eyes and pink fingernail polish. He is stark white, with brown robes and a sash of gold leaf.

    We finished our day at Shwedagon Pagoda. This isn’t just a pagoda, it’s an entire complex of them. Every turn and each step reveals a new Buddha statue or pagoda. The complex is large and the ornate woodwork is beautiful.

    Tomorrow we head to Bagan for more pagodas and temples.
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  • Your Buddha is a wonderland

    October 28, 2018 in Myanmar ⋅ ⛅ 88 °F

    I had a 0530 pick up at the hotel this morning, so we could make our 7am flight. We flew from Yangon to Bagan. As we approached the landing, I could see stupas popping up all over the countryside. The golden tops glimmered in the morning sunshine. I was very excited to get started, and the car was ready for us, upon exiting the terminal.

    We started with Shwezigon Pagoda, which was similar to Shwedagon yesterday, but a little smaller scale. That also means fewer people. I think I may have liked this one better. It was radiant, when the sun broke through the clouds. It has four lions standing guard on each corner and wish-fulfilling trees lining each side of the pagoda. Starting at the middle of the stupa, red stairs appeared to pour down each side, a dark contrast against the shimmering gold. Surrounding the pagoda were several other stupas of varying form and color. Some were plain and others quite extravagant, such as the one with mosaic, multi-colored mirrored tiles, with a large Buddha gazing downward. Some of the structures were red, others white, and many accented with gold. Outside the complex stood five large bells. I gave one three good gongs. As it was explained to me, the strikes are for the Buddha, the dharma and the sangha, with the sound carrying out to all beings, in all realms, that they might receive some benefit from my merit. We’ll call it my good deed for the day.

    As we drove to visit more stupas, I was amazed at the landscape. Stupas, large and small, were everywhere. Literally. There are over 2200 temples and stupas in this small area. Residences back right up to them. Some are in disrepair from earthquakes, but most still stand straight, though the plaster on the outside is missing in chunks. My favorites are the ones with plants growing out of them; a testament to the time they have stood.

    We grabbed lunch at a local restaurant. The seating was in a square building with tables and chairs, and the food was cooked in the owner’s home, behind the building. I had a chicken curry, which came with several small dishes that to be added. Not sure what the first one was, but there was a very tasty blend of onions, peanuts, chilis and tamarind; a sweet mash of corn; some dried soy chips; and a pile of tiny dried shrimp with chili, which I did’t try.

    Although I got checked into the hotel and had a short rest, we were back touring the area in no time. This afternoon we visited a temple with four Buddha’s on the inside, looking out to each direction. The statues stand over 30 feet high, completely enveloping the chambers in which they are sequestered. The guide said that one of them was relatively new (last 100 years or so). Apparently a nun fell asleep at the feet of the Buddha, while her candle burned...and burned...and burned up the Buddha. The replacement looks nice and matches the other three in the temple.

    As we drive around, I wanted to stop the car every 20 feet to jump out and take more pictures. The buildings are everywhere, and each is unique. I’m looking forward to tomorrow, when I take a hot air balloon ride over the area and can get a grander view of the stupas.
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  • Balloon fiesta in Myanmar

    October 29, 2018 in Myanmar ⋅ ☁️ 75 °F

    Wow! What a way to begin the day. I had a 5am pick up to get to the hot air balloon launch. When we arrived on site, the company had small wooden folding chairs placed in a circle, where we were invited to take a seat after grabbing a cup of tea or coffee. I secured my seat and patiently waited my next instructions. The crew started with a roll call, then provided a detailed safety briefing. We were subsequently split into two groups; one group was riding with the Aussie pilot, and my group was assigned Javier. I also got matched with a small group of Spaniards, so Javier provided bilingual services throughout the flight.

    The baskets were large, with capacity for 15. Our group totaled 14, and I was the only solo flier. As a result, I was partnered with a young couple and assigned the front right corner of the basket. I quickly introduced myself to the duo, who appeared to be Scandinavian. His name was Latso and she introduced herself as Dora. I was tempted to use the name Carmen Sandiego but realized I might be the only one that got the joke. We waited as the crew filled the chamber with air, and Javier fired up the burners. Javier gave us the all clear, and we all climbed in. As the basket rose, the anticipation grew and we weren’t disappointed. We ended up being the last balloon off the ground, and there must have been another dozen already in the air Below us, the temples and pagodas shown in the morning light. The basket slowly turned, seemingly pulling back the curtain on more and more structures below. There are over 2200 temples and pagodas in this small area. We floated slowly down the middle of the “monument zone,” and the view was amazing. I burned an entire battery shooting photos. I have seen a lot of incredible places before (Manchu Picchu, Egyptian pyramids, for example), but this place is impressive. It seems like everywhere you look there is a stupa or temple. They are tall or short; round or square; white or red; brick or sandstone. There is something for everybody.

    Following the flight, I was deposited at my hotel, where I had a quick breakfast and prepared for the rest of the day. The car arrived and we headed out to Mt Popa. We made a short stop at a sugar palm farm, where I had Myanmar’s version of kimchi. I have to say I liked it better than the Korean version. It is made from green tea leaves that have soaked for a month before salt and oil are added. The tea leaves are meant to be the base of a “salad.” Served with the salad are small bowls of roasted garlic bits, sesame seeds, dried beans, peanuts, and dried something else. I dished up some tea leaves, and put a little of everything on top. I mixed the contents around, trying to buy a little time before giving it a try. However, I was pleasantly surprised. Not only did I like it, I went in for seconds. Surprising.

    We finished our green tea salad and headed southeast. From what I understood from the guide, Mt Popa sits in front of an extinct volcano (which is the actual Mt Popa). This seemed evident to me. The actual Popa mountain has a similar outline to Kilimanjaro. Mt Popa came into existence when the volcano blew years ago. The guide compared Mt Popa to the cork that got blown out of the volcano, shot through the air, and landed upside down, creating a little mountain. OK. Whatever it’s origin, I had read that a monastery, with amazing views, sits at the top, accessible only by climbing 777 stairs around the side of the mountain. Before we hiked up the stairs, we stopped by the shrine for nat worshipping. Nats are spirits, and this is apparently the most famous nat shrine in Myanmar. There are 37 nats here, and I got the story on several of them. It was noted that we would see individual shrines higher up the mountain, dedicated to specific nats. I was glad to hear that, anticipating that I might need to take a break on the stairs at some point. The stairway is covered with tin roofing, so you can’t tell how far you have to go, but you can measure your progress, as you look out the side and watch the town grow smaller. I stopped for pictures on the way up, as well as taking time to watch a few macaque monkeys.

    Unfortunately the view at the top was a bit obscured with a heavy haze, so we took a look around and headed back down. After a quick stop for a bite to eat, we returned to view a few more temples and pagodas. The night was capped with an elevator ride to the top of the “watch” tower, which is a 13 story observation tower. Again, the view was spectacular, but I have to say it just looks better from a balloon.
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  • Mandalay, without the bay

    October 30, 2018 in Myanmar ⋅ ☁️ 73 °F

    I drove through Bagan one last time this morning. I’m still amazed at the number of stupas. I’m also amazed by arriving at the rural airport 20 minutes before the flight, checking in, going through security, and still having to wait 15 more minutes before the plane boards. Now that’s a small airport.

    We met our driver at the Mandalay airport, which sits about an hour from town. Our first stop, though, was Amarapura. We took a short walk across the U Bein bridge, which is the oldest and longest teak wood bridge in the world. The bridge is peculiar, in that it was constructed from the ruins of a royal palace in the mid-1800’s. In the lake below, many fishermen/women were busy on their small boats. The bridge was busy with foot traffic, which made me uneasy, as there are no rails. Basically, one trip or an errant step to get out of someone’s way will put you over the side. Of course, the planks are not of equal length, so you really need to pay attention. I was happy to get back on solid ground, after our walk.

    We turned up the street and entered a side gate into Mahar Gandar Yone Monastary. We walked through the grounds, until happening upon a large group of tourists. Around 10:30 each morning, the monks queue up to receive alms. The stood unfazed in line, as tourists walked right up to them and snapped cameras. It seemed a bit rude to me, but they kept their gaze forward and waited patiently. Eventually, the servers were ready, and the line snaked into the serving area. I took a few pictures and then we walked to another part of the complex, where they prepare the huge vats of food. The kitchen looked more like a barn to me. On one side were enourmous fire stoked ovens with gigantic cooking bowls and on the other side was the food preparation area, where hundreds of potatoes awaited their fate. To the right, a large pile of onion skins were all that were left from the most recent recipe.

    Our next stop was the Mahamuni Pagoda, which houses a Buddha laden in gold flakes. The story of this Buddha starts with a king in mid-500 BC who was so impressed with the Budddha’s teachings that he asked for an image of the Buddha to remain. The Buddha agreed, and after the image was cast, the Buddha breathed his essence into the statue. Supposedly there were only five likenesses of the Buddha made during his lifetime; two in India, two in paradise, and the fifth is this image. Because of its importance, I was very excited to see it, but I found it to be a little creepy, when I laid eyes on it. It looks distorted, as the face cannot be altered; however, the visitors have been adding gold flakes to the rest of the Buddha for decades. As a result, his body is swollen with gold and out of proportion with his head. It didn’t seem to bother anyone else, though.

    I also enjoyed our visit to Shwenandaw Temple made from teak wood. It was once covered in gold gilding, most of which has worn away, leaving the carvings exposed and raw. The temple has several objects, such as Garudas, protruding from the walls. The carving is impressive and was definitely one of my favorite stops. It was interesting to see such intricate work inside and out of the temple.

    Not to be missed, we made two last stops in Mandalay. First I got to witness the “world’s largest book on Buddhism.” Carved into marble tablets that sit within 729 different pagodas, Buddha’s teachings were translated into Burmese for the local monks. The tablets were apparently a more permanent solution than the banana leaves that they were using before. The leaves are more prone to destruction from bugs. The white pagodas are in perfect lines, creating row after row of what look like Buddhist sentinels. Once we had a look into several of the the little pagodas, we drove up to Mandalay Hill. At the top is a pagoda, covered in glass mosaic. The pagoda is accessed from the car park by riding three long escalators. After our visit, we had to wait for a while, so they could reverse the escalators to take us back down. It was fun to watch the coordinating effort.

    Tomorrow morning I bid a fond farewell to Myanmar. Before I left the States, several people expressed concern about traveling here, but this is what I know to be true: A country’s people are quite often different than their government’s actions. The people I have met in Myanmar have been gracious, kind, and friendly, always leading with a smile. Even the hawkers seemed apologetic, when trying to sell me postcards for the 90th time. My guide said that tourism was growing, with about 3 million visitors per year. Now, the number has dropped to just over a million. I won’t write a treatise on the ills of society, but I am very glad that I came and infused a little money into the pockets of the average Burmese.
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  • Willing myself to Nha Trang

    October 31, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ 🌬 84 °F

    Somehow I slept through my alarm, which left me 20 minutes to shower, dress, pack and eat breakfast before heading to the airport. Fortunately, everything came together, and I made it to the airport five minutes early. I have three flights today, which makes me nervous; a delay in any one of them could make it impossible to get to Nha Trang. I was warned by the tour company that flights out of Yangon are often delayed, so I made sure that I had a longer layover in Ho Chi Minh City. The plan was to travel from Mandalay to Yangon to HCMC to Nha Trang. I’m typically not too worried about delays when I travel, but I have paid for an airport transport, a hotel room and two dives in advance. To not get to Nha Trang would be inconvenient but mostly expensive. Unfortunately, when I attempted to check in for my flight, I discovered it was delayed by an hour, making the connection in Yangon tenuous. Luckily, I still had my guide with me, and she was able to get me on an earlier flight. Phew.

    As I was waiting for my new flight, I noticed a young man talking with the gate attendant. He had a faded sticker on his water bottle that looked like a Colorado license plate. He walked by and I read the sticker, “Red Rocks.” “Are you from Colorado?” I asked. He was, and from Lakewood, no less. He was the first and only American I ran across in Myanmar, and we live less than 10 miles from each other. Weird. We had an enjoyable chat, and I may have convinced him to go to Antarctica. Nothing gets me more excited than talking about traveling!

    I arrived in Yangon and made my transfer easily to the international terminal. As the plane lifted off, I was glad to be leaving Myanmar without incident. I was looking forward to a couple of relaxing days at the beach, after the 12-13 hour, non-stop days, since arriving. Nha Trang, Vietnam is supposed to have a lovely beach, and my hotel is about five minutes away from it. If the five minute walk feels like too much, I may just hang at the hotel pool.

    These happy thoughts came to a screeching halt, when I discovered that my flight from HCMC to Nha Trang had been cancelled, and I had been rebooked on a 12pm flight to Nha Trang. I stared at the agent and thought, “Uh, have you noticed that it’s 5pm? I wasn’t even in the country at noon.” No problem. I’ll just catch the next plane, right? “We can reschedule you on the flight tomorrow at 11:00.” I’m not sure if I was angry or panicked. I desperately started looking for flights to Nha Trang and had very little luck, since it was already so late. I searched the internet and then went from counter to counter, asking if I could get on the few flights I found. I had no luck, and I was down to one last airline. At Vietnam Airlines, the agent seemed more understanding than the previous ones. “We have one flight, but it is full. If you come back at 6:45, I can see if there are any seats left.” A sliver of hope was better than nothing at all. I was tempted to start contacting the taxi service, the hotel, and the dive shop, but I refrained, worried that my lack of faith might jinx me.

    When my phone showed 6:45, I returned to the counter. To my surprise, she issued me a ticket and pointed out the counter, where I needed to check in. The agent had already closed the check-in and was surprised to see me. I explained briefly, which seemed to quicken her pace. “You need to hurry,” she said, handing me the boarding pass. So now I just had to navigate a foreign airport, clear security, and find the right gate. When I arrived at Gate 8, the gangway door was shut, the gate was closed, and there was no one left in line. I was defeated but thought I might be able to beg her to open up the door for one last weary passenger. “Excuse me,” getting the gate agent’s attention, “Can I still board?” I asked, pointing at the flight number on my boarding pass. She glanced and said, “We will be boarding in about 10 minutes.” Not funny.

    I made it to Nha Trang about 5 minutes later than I had been originally scheduled but with a way more stress than planned.
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  • Dive in

    November 1, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ ⛅ 90 °F

    I went all in today. After grabbing a very quick breakfast at the hotel, I walked a block to the dive shop. Rainbow Divers was apparently one of the first dive operations to open in Vientnam. Given their established reputation, it seemed like a safe choice. We grabbed a small bus out to the harbor, where we boarded a boat bound for Hon Mun Marine Protected Area. The MPA is off the shore of Hon Mun island, which is located in the south of Nha Trang Bay. Although there were several people on the boat, only two others were diving with me. The others were taking certification courses, so they spent the ride learning, while I enjoyed the scenery. Our first dive was Debbie’s Beach. The visibility wasn’t great, but there were some nice corals and a few fish unfamiliar to me. “Few” being the key word. The whole area has been overfished, so living, moving things are not so abundant in the Marine Park. Only recently have they been able to keep the fishermen out of the area. Understandably, this is a difficult situation. The locals have been fishing here for centuries and then a bunch of foreigners come in, during the 90’s, and try to establish a “no fish” zone. Regardless of the cultural issues, the water was warm, and the dive was pleasant.

    During our surface interval, we had fruit, drinks, and sandwiches with a mystery meat that I avoided. It was still relatively early and I planned to grab lunch at a noodle shop. The weather was perfect, which made me very happy, since I heard it was snowing back home.

    Our second dive was Rainbow Reef, which had terrible visibility. We ended up surfacing twice during the dive, as the two other divers managed to get separated front the rest of us. Again, there was limited aquatic life, but some of the corals were nice. Apparently, a recent typhoon destroyed some of the coral; the broken remains littering the bottom. However, I like to think that a less than ideal dive is still better than no dive at all, so I was happy to get to dive in Vietnam.

    Returning to the hotel, I showered and made my way out to find lunch. The dive shop recommended a noodle shop up the road. I thought he meant a “restaurant,” but this was just some seating near a noodle cart. I decided to dive in and give it a try. The vegetarian bowl was “sold” out, so I went with the chicken, pork, beef bowl; hold the beef. The meal was delicious.

    I spent the rest of the day, walking along the beach. This sounds innocuous, but it required crossing the street. This is an experience in itself. There are no traffic lights on the busy thoroughfare that runs along the ocean. There are a couple of large roundabouts, but mostly, you just figure it out. Crossing the street reminds me of the Atari game “Frogger.” As my friend, Amy, recommended, “You just step into traffic and start walking.” For an American, this is completely against my nature. I kept wanting to wait for a break in traffic, where I could dart across, but it never came and was never going to come. So, I picked the moment and just started walking. The traffic (85% motorbikes/scoters and 15% vehicles/buses) just seems to flow around you, similar to water in a stream. When I got through the first lane, I stood bravely while a bus went by, then started walking again. Four lanes later, I arrived safely on the other side of the street, where I realized I had been holding my breath. I have now decided this isn’t my favorite thing to do. I simultaneously realized that I will also have to go back across the street to return to the hotel.

    The beach was very active. Vendors set up at the end of the sand, selling food and drinks. Bars and restaurants line the boardwalk, giving it the feeling of a beach resort. I walked a long way down the beach, when I decided it might be easier to cross the four lanes of traffic farther away from the main tourist area. I bounded through the traffic and arrived safely on the other side. I headed south and quickly realized my mistake; I was going to have to cross a number of intersections on this side of the street that I had avoided by walking the other direction along the uninterrupted boardwalk. Ugh. I decided to take a good attitude and think of it as practice. It’s definitely an opportunity to dive into the culture!
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  • R&R

    November 2, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ 🌙 79 °F

    I took it easy today. I started at the pool and only left because they don’t serve food there. I wandered out to a restaurant I had read about in one of the guide books. The restaurant supports local schools and orphanages, so I felt like I should eat as much as possible. i ordered one of the more expensive menu items: a hot pot with pork and caramelized onions. It put me out about 110,000 dong (just under $5), but I was willing to splurge for a cause.

    I walked down to the beach after lunch. I dropped my bag, tossed my clothes on top, and ran into the water. The waves were much bigger up close. I ducked under several and swan out to get away from the surf. I floated around a long time before deciding to head in. I am a strong swimmer and very confident in my ability to manage in the water, but big waves do command respect. I remember when I was 12. I thought it might be fun to body surf in the huge waves on Copacabana beach. I underestimated the strength of the water, and a wave pulled me under and tumbled me mercilessly. It was one of the few times in my life that I thought I might die; I swallowed a bunch of water and couldn’t get to the surface for air. After what seemed like an eternity, Poseidon spit me onto the beach, where I gasped for air. I tell you this story because it was one of the few times I learned my lesson; I don’t mess with big waves. Actually, I don’t mess with big waves on purpose. Today was a different story. As I was coming back into the beach, I mistimed my exit and got caught up in a big, crashing wave. I certainly popped up faster than when I was 12, but I hadn’t avoided a thorough nasal irrigation and a lump of sand in my shorts. I couldn’t go back in the water to empty out a butt full of sand, so I pretended that my suit wasn’t hanging down around my knees and proudly walked out of the water. As soon as I got to my towel, I swung it around my body and discreetly emptied my load. At the same time, I realized my nose was dripping; water was was still emptying out of my nasal passages. Maybe this is where they got the idea for Neti-pot.

    I sat in the sun for quite a while before eventually returning to the hotel. After showering, I finished all my arrangements to get to the airport tomorrow. When I was done, I was going to round out the day with a massage for $5, but I’ll wait till Kim gets here. She’ll need a massage after sitting on the plane for 20+ hours.
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  • Saturday in Saigon

    November 3, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ 🌧 91 °F

    i arrived in Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) around 0830 and walked over to the coffee shop in the international terminal. It’s a short walk, with a wide sidewalk to keep you out of the traffic, unlike Yangon’s airport. I found a seat and ordered a coffee with milk. When my drink arrived, I wondered where the milk was. It wasn’t worth waiting for, so I took a sip. “Oh, yeah, this is Vietnamese coffee,” it dawned on me. I put my cup down, grabbed the spoon and stirred the condensed milk at the bottom of the cup. Between the sugar and the caffeine, I was certain I would be running in high gear all day.

    Kim, Carolyn, and Russ were easy to find, as was our tour operator. We had a quick hello and were whisked away to our hotel. Russ and Carolyn have been in Singapore for a few days, my flight was less than an hour from Nha Trang, but poor Kim was just getting in from 28 hours of travel. We got checked in and our goal was to keep Kim awake until 7pm. We started with a noodle shop for lunch. We decided it was best to minimize the number of street crossings, so we set out to round our block. Before we got half way, we slipped into a spa for massages. We all decided on the head-neck-back-shoulder massage for 30 minutes and $8. We were escorted up to a room with four massage tables, where we each were matched with our massage therapist. Suddenly, I saw Kim taking off her shirt and noticed Russ’ was off already. I smiled at Kim and pulled mine over my head, then handed it to the guy working on me. I jumped face down onto the table, and he politely unhooked my bra. Now, I was beginning to experience a little Turkish bathhouse trauma, but no one else seemed to be bothered, so I just went with it. It actually turned out to be a great massage, and we were all very happy for stopping.

    We did some more walking, before peeling off into a coffee shop. Kim was starting to fade and it felt cruel to force sleep deprivation, so we eventually went back to the hotel. Kim fell asleep around 6pm, and I finished the night with some reading. We officially start our tour tomorrow, and I’m excited to get out of the city and see the countryside.
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  • Exploring the Mekong River Delta

    November 4, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ ⛅ 82 °F

    We got out of the city early today, as it was an hour and half drive to My Tho, the capital of Tien Giant Province. Our first stop was the Vinh Trang pagoda. There were several enormous Buddha statues on the grounds, as well as a temple, where monks live, learn, and meditate. While I was checking out the reclining Buddha, a young man (9 years old?) approached me, “Hello. I am learning English. May I interview you to practice my English?” He was so cute. Of course, he could. He then proceeded to ask me questions like, “Where are you from?” “What is your favorite color?” “Where are you traveling in Vietnam?” And so on. When he was done, he gave me a little box, as a thank you gift. When I opened it, there were several small origami figures. It was very sweet, and I was grateful that I had stopped.

    Once I was done with the interview, we walked to the temple entrance. The temple interior has carved wood throughout the building. Dragons and lotuses popped out from the walls, while vines were carved up the pillars in front of the altar. The architecture is much different than Myanmar and reminds me of the pagodas I saw in Japan.

    The drive was short from the pagoda to the Mekong River. We boarded a small wooden boat that ferried us across the river to one of the islands. There were several activities planned for us. First we toured a coconut farm and purchased some candy, similar to taffy but made from coconuts. Next, we took a horse drawn cart through the town, on our way to an amazing boat ride. The small boats are powered by (mostly) women, very similar to the gondolas in Venice, but without the Italian food. The boat meandered through a narrow channel that eventually connected with the Mekong. Along the way, water palms, which look like bamboo, created a wall along each side of the channel and provided shade overhead. When we arrived at the Mekong, our previous boat was waiting for us. The captain navigated us across the river to our lunch stop. We had an enormous lunch, which we were told was traditional Vietnamese. It started with a full fish, from which spring rolls were made. Those were followed by soup, one large shrimp in lime juice, then fried rice and morning glories (think spinach’ish). The whole meal was finished off with grilled coconut paper, which tasted like flat fortune cookies. Following lunch, we boarded the boat again back to our original harbor and on to the van for a return to HCMC.

    We spent the evening in the park, watching games and enjoying the atmosphere. Russ had taken a seat on a park bench and soon he had two young women talking with him. When we walked over, several younger kids appeared and everyone wanted to practice their English. We must have spent at least an hour conversing with the kids, who wanted to grow up and be things like an astronaut, an economist, and a stand up comedian. It was hard to pull ourselves away from the kids; they were so appreciative and eager, but we still needed to eat. We left the park for an Indian joint, where we finished the night with some traditional dishes, before returning to the hotel.
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  • Seeing the sights above and below

    November 5, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ ⛅ 70 °F

    We’ve had an Australian join us. Leah is from Brisbane and had a great sense of humor, so we were glad to have her. The five of us spent most of today traveling to, walking around, and returning from Cu Chi. The village sits north and west of Saigon, about two hours by car. Cu Chi was the location of an American base, during the Vietnam War; however, the Viet Cong’s (VC) headquarters where close by for a period of time. The attraction is an enormous network of tunnels that the VC used, during the war. After arriving, the guide took us into the jungle to learn more about the tunnels. There were many false entrances, which had booby traps, so each were pointed out to us. The traps were gnarly; not meant to kill but meant to severely wound a soldier. Once a soldier was injured, another soldier or two would need to take him out of combat, which meant fewer enemy troops to fight for the VC. The construction of the tunnels was complex. Faux termite hills were used to cover air vents, and the tunnels also had access to fresh water. Although the VC could stay underground for days, if necessary, the conditions were difficult. The passageways are very small, making it almost impossible for the average size American soldier to get through the tunnels. I crawled down into a couple of areas and would have been forced to wiggle on my stomach to get through the hole. I didn’t.

    The US tried to eradicate the tunnel dwellers by dropping agent orange into the holes, flooding the entrances, and bombing the heck out of the area (explosion craters are still quite obvious). Despite the efforts, the VC continued to use the tunnel network. Overall, there is about 75 miles worth of tunnel. Our guide took us to the area, where you can enter one of the tunnels and travel (crawl, shuffle) about 100 meters. There are openings about every 15 meters, so those who are claustrophobic or tired can come back up. We started with a group of five. Russ came up at the first 15 meters because he has bad knees and transiting the tunneling requires ducking low and shuffling through a narrow space. At the next 15 meter mark, Carolyn went up to join Russ. They walked along the path above ground, while we climbed through the tunnel. Near the end, we were reduced to crawling, in order to get through a narrow passage, but the three of us made it the complete 100 meters. It was definitely taxing on my quads. Not only was I amazed at how the VC moved around in the tunnels, I can’t imagine what it would have been like to live in such dark quarters for long periods of time. The experience of being in the jungle and visiting the tunnels was solemn. It really gave me a different view of the war.

    Following the tunnels, we returned to HCMC for a quick tour of the city. One of the stops was the old post office, which is a great example of French architecture. It sits just across the street from Saigon’s “Norte Dame” Cathedral. Our guide pointed a dilapidated building in the near distance. He then took a picture out of his pocket and I knew instantly what it was. Or had been. You’ve seen the the picture. It’s a black and white photo taken as the last helicopter is loading south Vietnamese from the roof of this building. It is a harrowing picture, as the line of families desperately stand on the rooftop, hoping to get on the last helicopter to take them to the awaiting American naval ships, but you know that all of them are not going to make it. It made me think of our friend Anhgus, whose Vietnamese mother worked for the American embassy at the time. She was lucky, as she was tipped off to the fall of Saigon and able to get the family out. Although they had very little, they were able to make it to America, and Anhgus is now a successful American women, who we are privileged to know.

    We finished the day at the Royal Palace. It was the president’s quarters and office prior to the end of the war. It is a beautiful building and serves as a museum now. Once we wrapped up the city tour, we were deposited at the airport for our flight to Hanoi. Tomorrow we will do another city tour, but we’ve heard that Hanoi is a city much different than HCMC.
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  • Getting out in Hanoi

    November 6, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ ⛅ 81 °F

    We got to our hotel in Hanoi around 12:30 am this morning and were out the door eight hours later. Benjamin met us in the lobby for our city tour. We started with a splash! The first stop was a beautiful pagoda on West Lake. In the back of the pagoda is a bodhi tree, given to Vietnam by India, during an official diplomatic visit. We circumambulated three times for good luck, then entered the pagoda to admire the interior. Behind the altar was a successive row of Buddha statues, growing larger the farther into the structure they went. At the foot of the altar sat an old nun, quietly chanting and looking a fair bit like Yoda.

    Our next stop was my favorite, mostly for the creepy factor. We got our tickets and entered the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum site. On the grounds, we started in a long line of tourists, snaking around the Mausoleum. We finally got to the building and the procession headed up the stairs. There were a lot of guards standing watch and occasionally correcting the visitor for using their cell phone (not allowed) or wearing sunglasses (disrespectful). It was the one time that I really felt like I was in a communist country. The whole visit was very regulated and we were constantly under watch. We entered on the left side of the building, made a sharp right turn, then came down some stairs. We entered the large, darkened room, that is kept at an unnaturally cool temperature. Then, there in the middle of the room, is Ho Chi Minh’s body. He is laying with his hands crossed in a dark, traditional Vietnamese outfit. He doesn’t look any different than when he died almost 50 years ago. We later learned that he makes annual trips to Russia, where they do maintenance and then send him back for display. Around his encasement stand four guards, one on each corner, at attention in their crisp, white uniforms. Apparently they have 30 minute shifts, and the body is guarded 24/7. As I reflect on the experience, it reminds me of those times when you see a bad accident on the highway; you don’t want to look, but you can’t stop staring. I just kept looking at the body, studying the face, as if it might come to life any minute. It was an extra ordinary experience, at the least.

    We also took a spin through the Hoa Lo prison. It was initially built by the French, in the late 1800’s. First the killed everyone in the Hoa Lo village, then they took the land to construct the court, prison, and administrative buildings. (Ironic.) The prison was used first for criminals and later for political prisoners, as the Vietnamese sought independence from France. In one of the stockades, the guillotine that was used on many Vietnamese revolutionaries is displayed, including the metal receptacle for catching the head. To the right of the guillotine was a picture of three unlucky Vietnamese, recently separated from the rest of their bodies. I didn’t realize what I was looking at right away, as the black and white photo was very grainy from enlargement. Suddenly, I realized there was only a head; again, the highway accident effect, as I studied the unusual picture. You just don’t see things like that every day.

    It was a short time between Vietnam’s independence from France (late forties) and the beginning of the “American” War, which saw the prison used for POW’s. You probably know the prison better as the Hanoi Hilton, and the location at which John McCain was held during his captivity as a prisoner of war. Although most of the prison has been flattened to make room for a new hotel, what’s left is enough to give you an idea of how horrible the conditions were throughout its operation as a prison.

    We finished up the day with a couple of standard tourist activities. First we attended a water puppet show, which is a puppet show on water. The traditional show is performed on a “stage” which is actually water. Musicians sit on both sides of the water, while the puppeteers are behind a screen. The show consists of a series of stories, performed to music, with different puppets coming out and moving along the water. There were a couple of musical pieces that included numerous puppets that synchronized their movements perfectly on the water. It was interesting.

    Following the water puppet show we hopped on pedicabs and took a ride around the old quarter. It reminded me of the French Quarter in NOLA. Rot iron work decorated balconies, with French doors swung wide open and welcoming the atmosphere below. The streets were active, with vendors trying to make sales and restaurants serving customers in sidewalk cafes. It was a lot to experience. Each block is dense with things to look at, sounds to hear, and smells to enjoy. There is so much going on that we could have gone around the block 10 times, and I would have thought it was a new destination each go around.
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  • Ha long can we stay?

    November 7, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ 🌙 75 °F

    Leah’s here! Leah’s here! We were pleasantly surprised when Leah showed up at breakfast in the hotel this morning. We had hoped that her tour to Halong would be the same as our tour. We were very excited to get to spend some more time with our new Australian friend but were quickly disappointed when the transport arrived and Leah wasn’t on the van with us. “Are you sure your list doesn’t say Leah from Brisbane?” we all asked the tour guide. She double checked her roster and assured us that no one by the name of Leah was going to Halong in the van with us. Sadly, we bid Leah a farewell, holding out hope that we might see her on the bay.

    It was a three and a half hour van ride to the city of Halong, where we arrived just a little early for our 12:30p transfer onto the boat. As we were called for our tender, I saw Leah talking with Kim. Apparently, she will be on the same boat with us but just had a different transport from Hanoi. We followed our guide, Ling, to the tender, which motored us a few minutes away to our boat. Kim and I, Carolyn and Russ, and Leah are all on the first floor right next to each other. The accommodations are beautiful. Although the outside of the “Garden Bay” could have used a fresh coat of paint, the inside was a gorgeous, dark wood, with a marble bathroom.

    Halong Bay is famous for its scenery. Located in the Gulf of Tonkin, the area is a UNESCO World Natural Heritage Site. In an area of about 1500 sq kilometers there are thousands of karsts jutting up from the water. The karsts are limestone monoliths with sheer cliffs, covered with the limited vegetation that can hang onto the steep terrain. The karsts are up to 100 meters (330 feet) in height. Our cruise is a 24 hour trip to get a taste of the area.

    Ling warned us that we should expect to gain a couple of pounds during the next two days, and she may have underestimated. Lunch was a multi-course meal, starting with pumpkin soup, then continued with salad, prawns, spring rolls, steamed rice, vegetables and sea bass. After stuffing our faces, we ventured into the bay on kayaks. The weather was sunny but not overly hot, so the kayaking was perfect. All around us the limestone karsts popped out of the emerald water. They rise sharply, with steep cliffs serving as home to a variety of trees and shrubs. Clinging to the sheer face, deep pink and red flowers waved in the breeze. We passed several local fishing boats and paddled by a pearl farm. I didn’t even know that you could grow pearls on purpose. Kim and I maneuvered to the floating dock and unloaded ourselves, as well as a few pieces of trash that we grabbed along the way.

    Later in the evening, we had a “cooking class” led by the chef. We all had the opportunity to mix, stuff, and roll Vietnamese egg rolls. The cook fried them up, and we saw them a bit later as an appetizer to our full meal. They were served on the top deck of the boat, while we enjoyed drinks during happy hour. Our junk (boat type) was small, with 15 passengers. It provided plenty of room for us to lounge around and privately take in the scenery, if so interested.

    Dinner was even more spectacular than lunch. It included: cucumber salad, Lotus salad, Russian salad, BBQ potato and corn, broccoli and cauliflower, BBQ prawn, BBQ fish, BBQ pork, oysters, beef stew, rice, fresh fruit and tiramisu. Yikes.

    With our food hardly digested, we moved to the bow of the boat to watch Carolyn, Leah, and Russ fish for squid. Although they caught none, everyone had a good time bobbing the lure up and down. Four squid were nabbed by other guests, and we have been told they will be on a plate tomorrow. This place is so beautiful, I wish we could stay and wander around the karsts for a week.
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  • So long, Halong

    November 8, 2018 in Vietnam ⋅ ⛅ 72 °F

    The trip on the Bay ended way too soon. After breakfast we stopped at one of the islands and climbed a steep stairway to a cave. Once we went through the entrance, we moved into a large room, where Ling gave us a brief explanation of the cave. Walking through a passageway, we dropped into another large room, where the stalactites sparkled, when we shined our flashlight on them. The cave gets a lot of traffic, so the stalactites and stalagmites are not in great shape, but they are still beautiful, nonetheless. At the end of the second room, light rushed in from the outside. We stepped outside again, having transited the entire karst from the inside. Now we were looking out on the other side of the bay. We lollygagged for a few minutes, then we made our way back through the cave and down the rock face. We took a quick detour to the other side of the base of the karst, where a small sandy beach invited us to stay. Unfortunately, we are on a schedule, so Kim hunted for a few seashells and I took more photos before we headed back to the junk.

    Back on the boat, we packed up our belongings and headed to the deck for more relaxing. The captain turned the bow toward Halong City, and we began our sad journey back to dry land. It would still take us three hours to get back, so I spent almost all of it on the top deck taking pictures and enjoying nature. Of course, before be arrived, the crew made sure to serve us one last meal. In this sitting, we had vegetable soup, banana flower salad, deep fried shrimp paste, stir fry beef, stir fry chicken, and an eggplant dish, complimented with steamed rice. As if that weren’t enough, it was finished off with a flan dessert, served with caramel sauce and fresh mango.

    After disembarking, we took a van from Halong Bay back to Hanoi. We stopped along the way to drop off Leah. She was meeting a driver that would take her directly to the airport, instead of coming all the way into Hanoi, as the airport is a ways out of town. We said our goodbyes quickly and continued on our way. Back into town, we drove by an extensive and interesting bridge. The Long Bien bridge spans the shores of the Red River. Ling said that it was opened in 1903 but sustained serious damage during the Vietnam War. You can still see where parts of the bridge are missing, although it remains in operation. Ling had a different name for it: the Eiffel Bridge, as it was built by Gustave Eiffel, who you may know from a certain tower.

    We arrived in the late afternoon, meeting later to do some shopping and grab a bite to eat. We shopped for some weasel coffee, which we learned was coffee fruit, previously eaten and then pooped out by weasels. The “passed” coffee beans are then roasted and brewed up for your sipping enjoyment. We bought the mixed bag (some pooped and some regular beans) and will give it a try at home. On the other hand, thanks to my brother, Philip Tong, I got a killer deal on NorthFace. That’s right. For $20 I got a brand new, 900 fill down jacket. Can’t wait to get home and try it out in the snow!
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  • That's all pho now

    November 9, 2018 in Cambodia ⋅ 🌧 79 °F

    We had the morning in Hanoi before moving on to Cambodia, and we made the most of it. I’ve been wanting to try egg coffee, so we searched out a shop with the drink on the menu. We ended up at Civet Coffee, where the woman opened the shop for us. Russ and Kim decided to try the civet coffee, while I went for the egg coffee and Carolyn had a frozen coconut milk cappuccino thing. Carolyn’s came out first, and it was like a dessert. Then, the barista brought out all the implements necessary for the civet coffees. There was the packet of the coffee, which is pre-measured, and then there was the coffee drip, the cup, the plate, the spoon, and the large bowl, into which she put the coffee cup. She filled the large bowl with boiling hot water to keep the coffee cup piping hot, as the coffee dripped in. Whilst the civet coffee was brewing, she stepped inside to start the egg coffee. What is egg coffee? Apparently during the war, Hanoi suffered a shortage of milk. Being cappuccino lovers, they discovered that an egg, whipped properly, could provide a foamy alternative. I watched the barista whip up the egg. She added some vanilla syrup and whipped some more. Before adding any coffee to the cup, she lined the bottom with a healthy portion of sweetened condensed milk. She then poured the robusta coffee into the cup, scooped the whipped egg onto the coffee, and sprinkled finely ground culi coffee on top. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the civet coffee was finishing up just before mine came out. Russ and Kim took a sip and...made some serious faces. The coffee was quite bitter and strong; “Stronger than espresso,” said the barista. No kidding. I had a taste and that was enough for me, but I had my egg coffee to get back to. Mine was also served in a larger bowl, with boiling hot water keeping the coffee hot. I was told that it is better to drink it quickly, while it’s still fresh, so I did. I stirred the contents, which seemed to be just fluff. I couldn’t even see any coffee in the mug, then I gave it a try. Oh my goodness! It was like a big, toasted marshmallow. It was amazingly delicious. I am going to scour the internet to find that recipe!

    Once the coffee was done, we needed to walk the caffeine out of our systems, so what better than to do more shopping. I ended up getting a NorthFace gortex rain jacket, which Kim informed me will be my Christmas present. I also got a pair of Chacos. Everything was $20. I’m so glad a I brought an empty bag to stuff full of all these purchases.

    We enjoyed pho one last time before heading to the airport. Our flight was about two hours to Siem Reap. We had to get a visa upon arrival, which was one of the most bureaucratic processes I’ve ever witnessed. We handed over our passport and the visa application, as well as $30. The immigration officer then handed the passport and paperwork to the guy next to him, who looked at it, then passed it to the guy next to him, who put the money in the drawer. From there, it was passed down 14 more people before I saw it again. As I waited for the passport, the immigration official at the end called me up to the counter. He said, “It should be about an hour,” and then laughed. It really only took about five minutes to move down the long counter before the second to last official did some stamping, and the last guy handed it over to me. His job was very important; making sure the right passport went to the right person. He opened my passport to the picture, showed it to me and said, “Is this you?” I replied affirmatively, and his job was done.

    We all made it out fairly quickly and met Dom, our guide, with little trouble. He, and our driver, Ton, will be with us the next two days. Dom has the best English of any of our guides so far. Apparently he was a monk, when he was younger, and his temperament confirmed it. I’m looking forward to spending a couple of days with him. In the meantime, we took a tuk tuk to the night market to top off the evening. Although there was a lot going on at the market, it was nothing compared to the frenetic pace of Vietnam.

    Before winding down tonight, I hopped on google and noticed an interesting google doodle. I clicked on it and learned that today is Cambodia’s Independence Day (from the French in 1953). It is clearly not celebrated like July 4th, but yea for them.
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  • Wat an amazing place

    November 10, 2018 in Cambodia ⋅ ⛅ 81 °F

    We started our day at Angkor Wat. Built in the 1100’s, It is one of the largest religious monuments in the world. As we approached the site, the first thing that was obvious was the giant moat surrounding the complex. The water was sparkling in the morning light, with green vegetation on both sides. After parking, we walked over a floating bridge, added recently to safely deliver tourists to the gate. As we crossed the bridge, the three towers were prominent on the horizon. The complex has been in use, since its construction, and there are about 20 monks currently living on site. The complex was built with lava rock and sandstone. It’s surprising that the sandstone has weathered as well as it has; however, it is a heavy rock and the bottom of the pillars show noticeable where from the weight. We were saddened at the sight of several beheaded Buddha statues. The antiquities have been raided over the years and sold to museums and collectors. Apparently a museum in Paris has several pieces, but they will not return them because Cambodia cannot “prove” they were taken from them. There was still plenty to look at. One temple represents Mt Meru, the center of the universe. How often do you get to stand right in the middle of the universe? The other temple has elaborate stories carved into the wall, encircling the entire building. One relief displayed the realms of heaven and hell, with the good people of earth walking between them. Down the wall to the right of center was a depiction of judgment at death, with a whole group of people headed downward.

    It was very hot, so we were relieved to get in the van and head to Ta Prohm, or the Raiders of the Lost Ark temple. It was my favorite, mostly for the atmosphere. The jungle has taken over the complex, with banyan trees growing over and through the stone structures. It was an incredible sight; Angkor Wat would look the same, if not for being occupied all these centuries. Oddly, and the guide couldn’t give an explanation, there are two dinosaurs depicted in the carvings on one of the temples. Remember, these were built in the 1100’s, so I don’t understand how a carving that is very clearly a stegosaurs appears on the side of the building. Super weird.

    My favorite part was the gate as we were walking out. On second glance I saw a face, then we realized there were four Buddha faces, each carved in the separate directions. Someone said something about Raiders of Lost Ark, so I guess I’ll have to watch it again and see if it’s there.

    We drove an hour to visit Banteay Srie. Although our guide said that it was a temple, where women were allowed to worship, it was not built by women. The name means Citadel of the Women, so there was some confusion. Our guidebook said that how much women may have worked on it is still up for debate. The argument lies in the relief carvings. Some have argued that the carvings are so intricate that a man’s hand would have been too large to create the detail that exists. Regardless, it was a beautiful and peaceful site.
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  • Angkor Thom and beyond

    November 11, 2018 in Cambodia ⋅ ⛅ 79 °F

    We started the day at Angkor Thom. As we approached the South Gate, there were Buddhas lining one side of the roadway and demons on the other (similar to the churning of the ocean of milk yesterday), while the gate is topped with four faces of Buddha, representing compassion, equinimity, sympathy and charity. We visited the Bayon temple first. I think it was my favorite, in Siem Reap. It has 54 towers, representing each of the provinces at the time it was built. Each tower then has four Buddhas, for a total of 216 Buddhas looking down at you, as you visit. The towers are different heights, depending on the size of the province; for example, a populous province would be taller than a less populated one. Surrounding the structure were extensive carvings that depicted a day in the life of your average Khmer. It was quite intricate, with scenes detailing such things as daily markets, a buffalo nursing its young, and a man stoking a fire; however, no dinosaurs. We stretched out our stay as long as we could, since all of us enjoyed it so much.

    We eventually moved on to Baphuon, which is a three level, pyramid looking structure. There are few carvings to see on the building, but the view at the top offered a glimpse at the surrounding jungle. The steps were very steep and reminded me of the ones that take you above the tree tops at Tikal, in Guatemala. I’m sure they have visitors that get to the top and have a hard time coming down. Unlike the Bayon temple, which was a Buddhist dedication, with hints of peace toward Hinduism, the Baphuon is a Hindu temple, dedicated to Shiva. We didn’t spend a lot of time here, as it was less spectacular than what we had been seeing, so we walked toward the Royal Palace. At the gate, a banyon tree had completely destroyed a building and as we walked by, we could see a few stone blocks stuck in the trunk. I suspect that all of it will be covered someday. We got through the gate and looked at Preah Pithu. We could not climb up because it has been closed for some time, due to a tourist diving from the top to his death. It, too, had a pyramid feel to it, with large lions guarding the building on the corners. This building was within walking distance of the king’s pools, as well as the Terrace of Elephants. The terrace sits high off the ground, and the supporting walls have enormous men and elephants carved onto the side. The terrace was used for the king to watch out over military exercises and other ceremonies, in a large area in front of the terrace. Across the meadow, there were 12 buildings, which we understood to be armories; one building for each type of weapon.

    From here, we drove out from the grounds. We stopped in for lunch before being dropped at the airport, where we left for Laos. The flight was about two hours, and we experienced no problems getting through immigration. Our guide, Nik, definitely has the best English, yet. He was exceptionally friendly and helpful. He taught us a little Laotian, so that we can be polite with the locals. He also recommended a quick trip down to the night market. We made it about 20 minutes before we made our first purchase.
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  • Laos: the best kept secret

    November 12, 2018 in Laos ⋅ ⛅ 72 °F

    Laos has been amazing. The people are incredibly gracious, and the atmosphere just feels different here. I would love to return to Luang Prabang and spend a month just walking the streets and enjoying fresh baked croissants, with a cup coffee, at a sidewalk cafe. The city is the old capital of Laos and still displays its French influence. The “downtown” area has been a designated UNESCO Heritage Site, so the whole area is protected and under strict regulation for development. It really makes for. A delightful place.

    Our day started with a quick lesson on Buddhism before touring the Wat Xieng Thong. The temple, built in the 1500’s, was used by the royalty until 1975. It is a beautiful structure and there were very few people at the site while we were there. From the temple, we walked down some stairs, crossed the street, and continued down to the river bank, where a long boat was waiting to take us up the Mekong for the day.

    Again, it was just the four of us and the two hour ride was enthralling. The Mekong is surrounded by jungle, where small homes pop up here and there. The banks are farmland during the dry season. The ground is extremely fertile, since the Mekong just dumped a bunch of fresh soil on the shore during the wet season. We saw corn and greens growing on both sides of the water. On occasion we spotted a fisherman, either on his boat or trying to catch fish from the shore. Oddly, we saw no water birds, but there were several buffalo and cows grazing in a few of the open areas, where jungle had been cleared. Our destination was the Pak Ou caves. There are two caves, crammed with over 4,000 Buddha statues. Originally, the king hid the valuable statues in th cave during war, to ensure they would be safe. Since then, the caves have taken on special meaning to the locals and have become a repository for Buddha statues big and small. The first cave is about two stories above the Mekong River. It is a large opening with thousands of Budddhas looking down on the visitor. It there is a nook or cranny, there is a Buddha statue in it. They are everywhere. Another 200+ stairs took us up to the second cave, where there were fewer statues but a much larger cave. There were probably stalactites and stalagmites at one time, but the cave has had a lot of use. It has a few different areas, where the Buddhas are concentrated, but in fewer numbers than the cave below. After walking up the steps, I can see why this cave is visited less than the other. It was warm and humid and the exercise certainly worked up a sweat.

    The caves were as far north as we would travel into Laos. We motored back down the river to lunch, where we had a table on the bank of the Mekong. Apparently, and unbeknownst to us, this is the same restaurant where Barack Obama enjoyed fresh coconut juice, during his visit to Laos a couple of years ago. His picture seemed to indicate that the coconut juice was good, but I decided to have a bottle of water. I’m pretty sure I sweat out a liter or two at the caves.

    We left lunch for what would become another top 10 moment on the trip. We drove into the mountains to visit Kuangsi Waterfalls. The falls originate from a spring in the mountain. There are three tiers to the falls, which create three pools, where swimming is allowed. The first pool was empty of visitors, and Nic lead us to the second pool. There were some good sized waterfalls feeding this pool, which we were told was a little deeper than the others. There were some basic dressing rooms, where we quickly changed into swimwear. I tossed my towel, grabbed my GoPro, and headed for the thick limb of the tree, where others were jumping into the water. It reminded me a little of Talofofo Falls, where we would go when we lived in Guam; except, the water in Guam was very warm, and I was remembering that this was spring fed, so probably not. I figured it couldn’t be that bad because other people were swimming. So, I climbed up the side of the tree, walked out to the edge of the limb, and mustered up the gumption to jump into the cool water. Wow! Cold! It was cold. Thankfully, it was relatively warm outside, so the water soon felt “refreshing.” We floated around a bit, swam to the back side of one of the smaller falls, and kicked over to the edge, where this pool spills down some smaller falls to the swimming area below. The water was a soft color of blue, and the jungle came right down to it. The place was serene; although Nic said that it gets pretty busy during the middle of the day. Fortunately, it was late afternoon, and there weren’t a lot of people in the area. Once we were properly cold, we slogged over to our towels and repeated the process in the changing room. When I came out of the changing room, Kim pointed at the sign on the tree, where I had leapt into the water: Danger! No Jumping. I swear I did not see it, even though I walked right by it. I hate it when tourists totally disrespect the rules, so now maybe I will tell myself that they just didn’t see the sign.

    Once we were packed up again, we walked up to the next pool, which is fairly shallow, with smaller falls. Again, there was no one swimming in this pool, so we took a few pictures of the water. It was just a short walk up to the final fall, or the first fall, depending on how you look at it. This is the first fall that comes from the originating spring. It is about 150 feet high and fairly wide at the bottom. It crashed into the pool with enough vigor to spray visitors on the bridge over the pool. We took lots of pictures but mostly just enjoyed standing there and watching the water seemingly fall from the sky. What a great way to end the day!
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  • Another set of stairs

    November 13, 2018 in Laos ⋅ ⛅ 73 °F

    We started our day with another set of stairs. This time about 100 more than the caves. Before leaving Luang Prabang, we opted for a hike up Mt Phousi. The mountain is named after a hermit, who took residence in a cave and taught the people about Buddhism. At the top of the mountain is a stupa dedicated to the monk, Si. About halfway up, there is an overlook, where we took a few minutes to take pictures and enjoyed the view. A bodhi tree, given as a gift from India, provides shade and a place rest. But not for long. We commenced the stairs again, zigzagging our way to the top. The view of Luang Prabang was beautiful, and we took it in from all 360 degrees. In the distance we could see a large pagoda, as well as the confluence of the Mekong and the Nam Khan Rivers; both flow on either side of the town. We descended on the other side of the mountain, where we got to see a Buddha footprint. This was on my bucket list, so I was very excited. Supposedly the Buddha left footprints both as a symbolic reminder of the path, as well as an actual demarcation of his presence. There are about 3,000 of these footprints in Asia, but I’ve never actually seen one. This one was preserved, with a small structure built around it. The footprint was about 5 feet long, with heel and toe impressions very clear.

    Leaving Mt Phousi also meant leaving Puang Prabang. We drove south, toward Vang Vieng, with the intention of enjoying the scenery. Laos is about 70% mountains, so we were looking forward to taking in some beautiful views on our four hour drive, which included “comfort” stops and a lunch break. Unfortunately, the wet season was unkind to the roads, so the conditions made for a much longer drive. Also, there was rain and low lying clouds, so we didn’t get to see the peaks we had hoped. But there is always beauty to be had. The cloud covered peaks seemed mystical. Karsts shot up and into the heavens, and we could not tell how high. Occasionally, there would be a break in the clouds, and we could see that the mountains reached fairly high altitudes. One of the passes, where we got out and walked in the fog, was over 3,000 feet in elevation. We started out at about 1000 in Luang Prabang.

    We stopped in a small village (Kari) for lunch, then worked our way south to Vang Vieng. Along the way, we saw several farms, where the rice harvest was underway. All of them were cutting the rice by hand. Sometimes there would be a single person cutting the rice and other times there would be a whole team of 6-8 people working the field. We watched as they swung a sickle across the stocks, leaving a wake of rice piles as they moved. We also saw farmers tending to other crops, such as hops, corn, and rubber trees. Cows and buffalos walked freely along the road, though we were told that you have to pay the other farmer, if your cattle tramples their land.

    On arrival in Vang Vieng, it initially stopped raining, so we walked to dinner without our rain jackets, but we got to the restaurant in time to avoid the rain...and then a downpour. We weren’t in a hurry, so we waited. When 7:15 came, we decided it wasn’t going to stop raining, so we headed out into the weather. It was coming down slowly and it was warm, so it wasn’t bad. I’m just hoping that my clothes will be dry by morning.

    I’m not crazy about Vang Vieng. Compared to Luang Prabang, it is louder and more active. We read that several years ago the government had to put a halt to some of the partying in the town, as it was getting out of control. It had become a heathen’s delight, where young backpackers drank themselves into stupors and did ridiculous things. It still has a party vibe and there are 20-somethings everywhere, looking as if they haven’t been home in months. I’m happy that we are only transiting here and leave for Vientiane in the morning. I don’t see myself returning here in the future.
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  • One last day in Laos

    November 14, 2018 in Laos ⋅ ⛅ 82 °F

    Today included another half day in the car to travel from Vang Vieng to Vientiane. Although the distance is about 150 km (about 90 miles), it took four and a half hours. We had a couple of bathroom breaks along the way, as well as a stopover at a local market. Nick took us through the market that had a wide favorites of foods. First we stopped at the insect table. There were different kinds of crickets, grasshoppers, small crabs, and worms. Nick purchased a variety bag and offered samples. I had a hard time even looking at the insects, let alone eating one. But, when would I ever have the opportunity to try one again? I picked the smallest one I could find, which happened to be a grasshopper. When I tried to put it in my mouth, I couldn’t get my arm to raise. It was as if my body was saying no for me. I made a couple of attempts and finally deposited it into my mouth; antenna, legs, and all. I bit down and found it to be crunchy, salty, and not terribly flavorful. Actually, other than the shape, it wasn’t much different than a potato chip. These insects had been stir fried with oil and sprinkled with salt. It certainly wasn’t as bad as I thought, but I wasn’t interested in seconds. There were also other things to try. Nick had bought some skewers of meat. I sampled the snail and water buffalo. Both were very chewy and tough. I finally gave up chewing and had to just swallow them whole. Kim had gotten a rice patty, also on a skewer and held together with egg. I took a few bites of it to wash down the taste of buffalo.

    We left the insect/skewer table and moved to the fresh meats. Fresh being a very descriptive word. The frogs, eels, fish, and snails were all alive in large metal containers. Every once in a while, an animal would liberate itself, and Kim almost stepped on a small eel, trying to squiggle its way to freedom. From the water dwellers, we processed by the mammals. There was an entire skinned calf curled up in a bowl about one quarter the size of a kiddy pool. There were rats, moles, and other animals. We continued to walk to the other corner of the market, where the avian products were located. One rooster was tied down, but all the others were either in covered baskets or underneath large baskets that had been inverted to create cages. There were pigeons, ducks, and chickens, as well as other birds that I couldn’t identify. We completed our tour through the fresh fruit and vegetable section. There were many items that I was familiar with, but Nick had to help us out with several of them. We have been served river weed several times and finally saw it “raw.” It looked like a mess of hair. Their were vegetables from China, for which Nick did not know the English name, but they looked like they came from the cucumber family.

    We left the market and continued driving to Vientiane, where we drove straight to Wat Sisaket. It is the oldest temple in the city and now serves as a museum of Buddhist objects. In a rectangular structure around the temple, there were over a hundred Buddha statues lined up, facing the temple in the middle. Behind the statues were small cubby holes that each held two small Buddha figures. This was repeated on all four sides of the wall. In the temple, there is a honeycomb on every wall, again filled with little Buddha statues. In all, there are over two thousand Buddhas in the temple and about four thousand on the grounds.

    Across the street is the formal Royal Temple, Wat Prakeo. It, too, serves as a museum for numerous Buddhist artifacts. The building also was the previous home to the Emerald Buddha; however, it is now in Thailand, after the Thais took it during the Siamese invasion in the late 1820’s. I searched my memory for a moment and then blurted out, “It’s at the Royal Palace in Bangkok!” Nick confirmed the location that I had remembered. The Emerald Buddha is so stunning, its image is still burned into my mind from viewing it almost 18 years ago, on my first trip to Thailand. I turned to Kim and reminded her that the Emerald Buddha was the one that I was impressed by all those years ago and we would be seeing it in Bangkok in just a few days. She was interested but not remotely as excited as I. The Wat was certainly worthy of such a jewel. The large structure has gold trim and detailed wood carvings on the main doors (now preserved behind glass). Inside, the Laotian architecture creates a high ceiling, with deep sloping roof.

    We finished up the day, after lunch, with two more stops. First was the Patuxay Monument, which looks like a small Arc de Triumph. The structure was constructed to memorialize independence from France, so I thought it was ironic that they decided on this design. As much as it looks like the monument in Paris, the details paint a different picture. The window frames are enclosed with decorative metal, with a Buddhist flare. Where one sees gargoyles from a distance, the creatures are Buddhist in nature. There are also Buddha figures at the apex of the roof, reminding the onlooker that they are worlds away from that grand French city. It takes about 300 or so steps to get to the top, so we climbed them all for a panoramic view of the city. Below we could see temples interspersed with homes and buildings. In the distance the Mekong winds slowly past Thailand, which lies on the opposite riverbank.

    A short distance away and last of our sights to see in Laos was That Luang Stupa. With a more recent coat of paint (thanks to a donation from Barack Obama), the stupa gleams in the sunshine. Although it was originally built centuries ago and has been restored numerous times. It was mostly destroyed during the Siamese invasion and rebuilt once again. It is a three level stupa, surrounded by a wall to keep the traffic out. Like Wat Sisaket, the wall around the stupa has a number of old Buddha statues and other Buddhist antiquities, such as stone tablets engraved in Sanskrit. The building was gorgeous, and we took a bit of time to enjoy the peaceful grounds and magnificent presence. We also knew the end of our time was nearing. With a heartfelt goodbye to Nick, we were dropped off at our hotel. Our driver will return to fetch us in the morning, but once we get to the airport, we’ll be on our own for the trip to Thailand. It has been a great tour of these three countries, and I can’t wait to recollect the magic in the thousands of pictures that have been taken.
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  • Off to Siam, I am

    November 15, 2018 in Thailand ⋅ 🌧 82 °F

    We left Laos in the late morning and were sitting at the hotel pool, in Bangkok, by 3pm. We did very little today, which came as a relief. After finishing a 12 day tour, during which we felt like we were constantly moving, we were exhausted and didn’t have the energy to do much of anything today. We didn’t even bother to go out to dinner, choosing the hotel restaurant out of convenience. After platefuls of Thai food, we retreated to our rooms. We’re going to tackle the big sights in Bangkok tomorrow, in 90+ heat, so resting up is in order.Read more

  • One night in Bangkok...

    November 16, 2018 in Thailand ⋅ ⛅ 91 °F

    We chose to stay near the airport because we all have early morning flights tomorrow. Unfortunately, that means we are quite a ways from the sights we want to visit in Bangkok. After much deliberation about getting into the city, we decided to try out Grab, Asia’s version of Uber. We were picked up by Jim Bowie (not his real name). He was possibly the best driver I’ve ever had. Jim shared with us that his father worked at the US Embassy, and his American nickname is based on the actor Jim Bowie. That’s what we understood, but Carolyn googled it and discovered that Jim Bowie was the character, and Russ remembered a bit about him. Jim was very talkative and made sure we had some easy listening, playing all the pop hits of the 60’s - 80’s. By the end of our trip we were all singing along to the radio. He kept joking that he would have to charge us an additional 5 baht for karaoke on each song. As we went through one of the toll booths, Jim rolled down the window and smiled at the security camera. He explained that he was actually quite well known, then showed us a YouTube video of himself being interviewed on the local news show. Apparently he was commentating on the Thai government, about which he has very strong opinions. He got us close to the Grand Palace but told us that Grab is not allowed to operate in this area. Like thieves in the night, he asked us to jump from the car quickly, so the police didn’t have time to fine him. Needless to say, Mr Bowie was an unexpected treat that we all enjoyed immensely.

    The Grand Palace is the crown jewel of Bangkok. It houses the previously mentioned Emerald Buddha, as well as a collection of beautiful buildings, temples, statues, stupas, etc. Built in the late 1700’s, it was used by the kings of Siam for over 100 years and is still used for some official royal events. When I was in Thailand, about 18 years ago, I came here, so I was very excited to return. I couldn’t remember details, but I do remember being awed by the place. As we got our tickets and walked in, I realized that I was very fortunate to have visited so long ago. When I came the first time, there weren’t more than a couple hundred people there with me. I will also have to check my photos, but I’m sure that I was able to take a picture of the Emerald Buddha, as well as to walk up close to it. Today, there were thousands of people on the grounds, the vast majority being Chinese tourists. It was tremendously crowded and most of our pictures have unknown visitors in the frame, with the occasional cut off head or apologetic face. It was kind of ridiculous how many people were in there. The temple, housing the Emerald Buddha, was packed, and only Thais could approach the altar. The rest of us had to stay a ways back. However, despite the density of humanity, the place is still breathtaking. Everything seems to shimmer. The largest buildings are covered in mirrored or glass mosaic tile. It was cloudy, but when the sun peeked through, the place just sparkled. Although the sun would have been nice, the clouds kept the temperature down a degree or two. It was in the lower- to mid-90’s and very humid. We spent a couple hours wandering the grounds; most of the time was spent taking pictures and feeling amazed by the small details, which are easily lost in the grandeur of the premises.

    From the palace, we grabbed lunch and made our way to Wat Pho. The property is, again, a complex of buildings that includes the largest reclining Buddha in Thailand, which is also the ninth largest Buddha statue in the world. When we first walked by the building, I pointed at the open window to draw Kim’s attention to it. She looked dismissingly and I said, “See the reclining Buddha?” She seemed puzzled; the only thing visible was what appeared to be a gigantic gold wall. “That’s his flank,” I informed her, realizing that she didn’t quite understand how large he was. She looked again and realized that what she saw was just a fraction of of the statue’s length. We came around to the entrance of the building, and all of us were a little overwhelmed at the enormity of the statue. The statue stretches over 150 feet long and is just short of 50 feet high. It took us a while to walk the length of the statue, as we stopped frequently to take pictures, hoping that one of them might capture what we were witnessing in person. At the end of the Buddha, the bottom of his footprints are inlaid with mother of pearl, against a black background. As we moved along the back of the Buddha, there was a place to purchase 108 coins, which we then dropped in 108 buckets; each time making a wish along the way. The buckets end short of the building, where we gathered to walk out together and view the grounds. Wat Pho has over 1,000 Buddha images on the property, in and around its many structures. Within the walls also exists the first Thai massage school. When I was here in 2001, I had a Thai massage; however, the thought of having one now, given how sweaty we all were, was unfathomable. We decided to postpone the massage for later tonight.

    As we were leaving Wat Pho, raindrops splashed on the ground and developed into a heavy downpour by the time we reached the exterior of Wat Pho. By the time we got a cab, we were drenched. We immediately hung our clothes to dry, when we reached the hotel, hopeful that they won’t be wet when we need to pack in the morning. My swimsuit was dry, so I replaced my clothes and headed to the pool to enjoy the weather one last time. It’s forecast to be 30 and snowing, when we arrive in Denver tomorrow tomorrow.

    Before leaving Thailand, we felt it necessary to have one last massage, having already had one in every country we have visited. We all walked down to the local “spa” and had an hour long Thai massage for 300 baht; that’s $9.13. It was a great massage, and we were all very happy with the service. We stopped in at the food court for dinner and then proceeded to the hotel. It seems like I’ve been gone for summer break, so part of me is excited to be returning home. I miss my bed.
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  • Pit stop in Tokyo

    November 17, 2018 in Japan ⋅ ⛅ 50 °F

    Sadly, we left Thailand at 8am this morning. We should arrive in Denver in about 24 hours, although it will magically be only 12:30 this afternoon. We were scheduled for a two hour layover in Tokyo, but our flight was delayed, so we found some teriyaki chicken bowls and waited patiently.Read more

  • Begrudginly wearing pants again

    November 17, 2018 in the United States ⋅ 🌫 25 °F

    Deb picked us up and we were shocked back into reality with sub-30 degree weather. I haven’t worn pants in 3 and half weeks, so it was a bit of an adjustment.

    I’m glad to be home and when I think of this trip and five different countries, it’s tough to limit the top ten to just top 10, but here we go:

    10. Crawling around the Cu Chi tunnels.
    9. Practicing English with a young boy in Vietnam, who thanked me with tiny origami figures.
    8. Taking a leap from a tree limb into a pool at Kuangsi Falls.
    7. Walking around Bayon temple with Buddhas staring down from every direction.
    6. Kayaking among the giant limestone monoliths in Halong Bay.
    5. Giggling like a junior high girl, while our guide said Pusi 10 times really slowly.
    4. Miscalculating the exchange rate in Bangkok and trying to withdrawn $10,000, only being stopped by the limit on the machine.
    3. Taking a balloon flight over Myanmar.
    2. Somehow managing to eat a grasshopper and try weasel poo coffee.
    1. Taking a leap of faith and literally walking into Vietnamese traffic with Kim, Russ, and Carolyn.
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    Trip end
    November 17, 2018