Khmer Kingdoms Tour, February 2013
Angkor Wat has been on my "bucket list" for several years. I'd been told that it was trecherous walking and possibly slippery, so I waited until my broken-nakle-of-summer-2008 was well healed before contemplating a trip like this. Then, those great tour oerganizers at Archaeological Tours put together a compelling itinerary for 22 days in February 2013. This tour will go again, so if you are interested in the day-by-day, here it is: http://www.archaeologicaltrs.com/as_khmer.html
This tour will focus on the historical, ethnographic and religious aspects of these exotic lands. We begin in Myanmar (Burma), closed to foreigners from 1961 until recent years; its glittering pagodas, golden temples and saffron-robed monks create a wondrous atmosphere of vibrant color. We will have the unique opportunity to see this picturesque and gentle land on the threshold of transformation. Our visits will include ancient royal capitals, deserted royal cities as well as some of the thousands of pagodas and temples.
Thailand offers an exotic blend of ancient history and natural beauty. For nearly two thousand years its countryside has seen rulers and cities rise and fall, and for the last thousand it has been the heartland of Theravada Buddhism. Much of this legacy remains in the art and architecture of its temples and towns and the still-honored customs of earlier court-centered civilizations. Our tour will explore this past by visiting the major Khmer ruins in remote Isan (northeastern Thailand) and slip into Laos to see the magnificent 7th-century Khmer ruins of Wat Phou.
Cambodia is a country of contrasts; active Buddhist monasteries, teeming markets, spectacular palaces and, of course, the incomparable complex of Angkor Wat. Our time will be divided between bustling Phnom Penh and serene Siem Reap, where our five days will provide ample time to explore the Angkor ruins from every perspective. As we travel through these wonderful places, we will have the opportunity to experience traditional music and dance, sample the local foods, examine crafts and explore lively markets.
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| Dr Cooler in action |
Our accompanying archaeologist, Dr. Richard Cooler, was a wonderful lecturer and guide to the cultures. He first came to Burma in the 1970's as I recall, and his stories are entertaining and educational. His CV: Professor of Art History and Director of the Center for Burma Studies at Northern Illinois University. He has lived, lectured, and conducted research in Thailand, Burma and Malaysia for many years. An accomplished lecturer, he received a Fulbright to develop a curriculum in Southeast Asian art and archaeology while teaching at the University of Sains, Malaysia. Professor Cooler recently published his book, The Magic Pond: The Karen Bronze Drums of Burma. He has been leading tours to Southeast Asia for Archaeological Tours for over 15 years
So away I went....
January 31, 2013: En Route to Bangkok via Hong Kong
It is overcast here at the airport at 7:40 a.m. Hong Kong time... that is 16 hours ahead of San Francisco (Bangkok will be 17 hours ahead). I used to fly into Hong Kong a lot in the early 90's, enroute to cover stories that helped open Asian markets for Service Tool on Hainan Island (new press for making easy-open can tops for soft drinks), to Jakarta to learn about corrugated industry for James River, to Manila to look at desiccated coconut dryers for Proctor & Schwartz, to Singapore to look at the sachet (pouch) making machines for ketchup for McDonald's. It was pretty thrilling then with the old airport, because the tips of the aircraft wings barely missed the apartment buildings lining the flight corridor...you could almost make out the patterns in the underwear hung out to dry on the balconies. I chose a window seat for the flight from HK to Bangkok, so I can see what the new airport flight pattern is....I'm sure it is safer, but then the adventure lessens, doesn't it?
Whatever I do on this trip, I am protected from evil because Sofia insisted that Matt make the sign of the cross before I got into his car for the ride to the airport last night. I now remember a funny thing an irreverent client of mine once told me about the sign of the cross... he said that in his youth, it was easy to remember the correct motions and order (and mind you, this recollection of his dated from the days when men wore suit jackets with inside pockets...) by this little ditty: spectacles, testicles, wallet, comb.
I'd heard that there is a lot of wealth in China these days, but still I was startled to see so many Chinese traveling. In the "old" days, HK airport had a predominance of Western faces. No more.
I already know that a challenge here is going to be to keep my sodium intake down, so my feet don't swell and my cranky toes act up. I saw on CNN in the lounge that the new dietary guidelines are 2 mg of sodium a day... down from 5... HELLO ! Put those salt shakers away! There is some kind of entrail-looking stew available for breakfast in the airport lounge. I voted for the egg and tomato sandwich instead.
Whatever I do on this trip, I am protected from evil because Sofia insisted that Matt make the sign of the cross before I got into his car for the ride to the airport last night. I now remember a funny thing an irreverent client of mine once told me about the sign of the cross... he said that in his youth, it was easy to remember the correct motions and order (and mind you, this recollection of his dated from the days when men wore suit jackets with inside pockets...) by this little ditty: spectacles, testicles, wallet, comb.
I'd heard that there is a lot of wealth in China these days, but still I was startled to see so many Chinese traveling. In the "old" days, HK airport had a predominance of Western faces. No more.
I already know that a challenge here is going to be to keep my sodium intake down, so my feet don't swell and my cranky toes act up. I saw on CNN in the lounge that the new dietary guidelines are 2 mg of sodium a day... down from 5... HELLO ! Put those salt shakers away! There is some kind of entrail-looking stew available for breakfast in the airport lounge. I voted for the egg and tomato sandwich instead.
February 1, 2013: Bangkok - Day One report, and Day Two events planned
I traded for a window seat on the flight from Hong Kong to Bangkok, but it didn't make any difference in visibility. Hong Kong air is a mess. That is probably due to its own industrial activities, but one wonders how much pollution is drifting over from mainland China. I think by now that everyone who reads a newspaper, watches TV, or listens to the radio has heard about the dangerous air quality in Beijing recently.
Still, it was nice to 1) have a hot meal on a short flight ... remember those days in the USA? And Cathay Pacific 2) seems to choose only young pretty girls as flight attendants.... remember those days in the USA?
As we approached Bangkok, I looked out the window to see my first view of Thailand.... and what I saw at 11 in the morning was a bright blue sky where the airplane was operating, and below, a deep pink line denominating the layer of pollution wherever you looked. Sad to say, the situation on the ground is pretty grim air-wise too. Add to that, the humidity is about 150%. But the taxi from the airport to downtown was somewhat air conditioned, and so, after about an hour of the most horrible traffic I have seen in a long time, I arrived at the Hansar hotel. It is around the corner from the Four Seasons in downtown Bangkok, and so, a pretty nice neighborhood.
My room wasn't quite ready, so get this... the Director of Rooms upgraded me to a wonderful room with its own living room. The Thai hospitality is of course widely rumored, but I must say that I am experiencing it first-hand. I loved having breakfast in a hotel restaurant where your plate is whisked away as soon as you are done with the last bite. So nice to have a tidy table at which to settle in and read the Bangkok Post.
I walked in the heat, smog and humidity for 15 minutes to go to a big department store complex, Central World, and got a cell phone ($17) and a bunch of minutes. Also a hat for the trip ahead that will protect my face and neckback, and a lightweight cotton nightgown. Haven't worn such nightclothes in a long time in the USA, and so.... buy local. Oh they had a Hagen Dazs shop there where the ice cream scoopers actually give you a glass of water and guide you to a cute seating area. All this for a $7 dish of 2 scoops. Apart from that naughty treat, prices so far are very reasonable. The experience was fun, despite being almost run over by a rapidly-moving suddenly-left turning moped at a walkway. These moped drivers live dangerously, it seems to me... real Evil Knievals navigating the bumper to bumper traffic on the narrow-laned 6-across highways into and within Bangkok. (Oh! That's where the pollution comes from!)
Then, a quick shower and nap, and my HBS 76 classmate Pote Videt picked me up (or at least, his car and driver picked us BOTH up) and squired us to the first meeting of the HBS Club of Thailand. I met a very interesting group of people: a member of parliament in Thailand, the director of the huge hospital complex was at the HBS meeting, and.... lots of other folks too...country director for General Motors, Excellence director for Bristol Myers, etc.
February 3, 2013: Bangkok – Markets, Mopeds and Malls
I've done it...completely over jetlag and ready for my real trip to begin.
This downtown Bangkok hotel, the Hansar, is located on a street that runs between the Four Seasons and the St. Regis, but due to the wonders of www.agoda.com, I got quite a good rate. Make a note of this website if you are looking for hotels in SE Asia.
I am venturing out today to try the Bangkok Skytrain, including changing stations, and take myself to the famous Weekend Market. I've been cautioned about the pickpockets and so will do the usual thing and stuff money in my bra. :-) That way, if I am pickpocketed, a least I will get a cheap thrill for the price.
It was a mere half block walk to the main road, turn left, go up the stairs, and then try to figure out the Skytrain system. This is Bangkok's version of the subway system, but it is overhead. I guess the water table is too high to dig anything subterranean (do you remember last year's newspaper photos of the streets of Bangkok submerged?) For 35 baht, or $1.17, I bought a ticket to the end of the line, where the big Weekend Market is located. It was kind of thrilling to get off at a station called "Siam" to change trains, but no big deal....walk 40 steps across the platform and there was the next train already waiting. Although the Skytrains are crowded, that might be an a result of everyone going to the Weekend market... it is a big deal. But the trains are clean and... air conditioned!
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| Food vendors at Skytrain stairs |
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| Flip-flop vendors at Weekend Market |
A short walk thought a city park takes you to the stalls of the Weekend Market. Many stalls are outside, particularly the food vendors (don't worry, it is too early in the trip to chance street food) and then there are acres and acres of little shops under a roof. These are the quintessential family-owned businesses, with everyone from the three-year-olds folding and re-arranging goods after buyers sort through the piles of merchandize, to the pre-teens wiping off the glass of display cases, to teenagers putting in new watch batteries, and everyone older than that being quite prepared to sell and, of course, bargain. You wouldn't want to insult a businessperson here by paying full price, after all. The bargaining is part of the sales transaction, and expected. Don't speak Thai? No worries. The bargaining takes place back and forth on a handheld calculator. 850 baht for that watch? Wave your hand in a parallel motion toward the ground, and the calculator then shows 750. And so on.
Many of the food vendors who have actual shops on the periphery of the market offer tables, chairs, and disco music blaring out loudly. Teenagers gyrate. It is all great fun!
February 3, 2013: Going to Burma
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| Our intrepid 22 at Angkor Wat |
The buzz about Burma is good. I have 2 sets of friends who have gone in the last three months, and no negative reports. Everyone says that it is very interesting, and so... off we go!
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| Getting the message out in no uncertain terms at shops in Bangkok airport |
The Bangkok airport international departures terminal is a shopper’s heaven. But my baggage is already 21.2 kilo, I am only allowed 20, but smiles go a long way... nonetheless, no shopping prospects until en route back to SFO. I will relieve my case of 1 kilo when I hand out the Valentine's Day goodie bags that I prepared for my fellow travelers. Always nice to have a touch of hometown America while you travel!
February 4, 2013: Burma and Buddha, Temples and Travel
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| ShweDagon Pagoda, Yangon |
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| Pouring a Blessing on a Buddha at Shwe Dagon, while a spirit statue watches over |
There's a lot of talk about doing things in an auspicious way, when you are in a Buddhist temple. First, let's get a few things clear: a pagoda is just a lazy way of talking about Buddhist and Hindu religious structures...leave it to the Brits to shorthand things like this when building The Empire. A temple is a place where monks hang out and where religious events take place. A stupa, on the other hand, has a relic in it... that makes it really really special... and the relic, it seems, must be something that came from the actual Buddha.... a fragment of his tooth left after his cremation, a hair he gave someone who offered him rice milk and honey when he was thirsty etc.... and so this stupa to which our group went today, the Shwe Dagon "pagoda" was just incredible. It is probably the most important religious place in all of Myanmar (aka Burma). (pronounced Me Oh Ma)
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| The sun is scorching in Burma, and most children wear a paste-like sunscreen ground from wood |
It is auspicious to walk in a clockwise way around the main structure. Why? Well, the right hand is the clean hand, and the left hand is used for... ahem... cleanliness functions... so if you walk around the main tower clockwise, you see, the right hand is nearest the tower under which the relic is encased.
However, this day started out in a rather inauspicious way, and I am not talking about walking counterclockwise around a tower with my unclean hand closest to the relic. I am talking about the onboard computer that shut down the Bangkok Air flight when the pilot was going full throttle down the runway to take off for Yangon.
I guess that's good. I understand from some of the techie guys in the group that the blown tire would not have performed well in a landing scenario, and the pilot didn't detect it. The computer did. Needless to say, the other tires overheated with such a sudden stop. Great odor on the plane! After a while, the airline brought a bus out, and offloaded us and then loaded us up again 4 hours later... onto a different plane. So we all got to Yagon (the Rangoon of Kipling's time) in the afternoon. But our luggage did not.
However, this day started out in a rather inauspicious way, and I am not talking about walking counterclockwise around a tower with my unclean hand closest to the relic. I am talking about the onboard computer that shut down the Bangkok Air flight when the pilot was going full throttle down the runway to take off for Yangon.
I guess that's good. I understand from some of the techie guys in the group that the blown tire would not have performed well in a landing scenario, and the pilot didn't detect it. The computer did. Needless to say, the other tires overheated with such a sudden stop. Great odor on the plane! After a while, the airline brought a bus out, and offloaded us and then loaded us up again 4 hours later... onto a different plane. So we all got to Yagon (the Rangoon of Kipling's time) in the afternoon. But our luggage did not.
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| A while-you-wait tailor shop in the market |
We re-arranged touring plans and went to see a local market. Great introduction to the sights, smells and sounds!
Then off we went to the Shwe Dagon pagoda (photos and commentary above). We ended this re-arranged day by having to sit down for dinner at the Savoy Hotel, stinky and annoyed. Finally, at 9:15 p.m., luggage has arrived. That would be 9:45 Bangkok time. Burma is 1/2 hour behind Bangkok. Crazy, huh? Gotta roll with the punches on these trips!
You have to take off your shoes in stupa and temple, by the way. And your socks stockings etc. This was all right at 4 p.m., but in future days with the sun glaring down on the marble tiles, ouch ouch ouch! Stay tuned on that one.
But for now, I am going to dig out the soap and shampoo and get ready for tomorrow's traveling delights. I have a feeling in my gut that there will be more leetle glitches coming our way. They might have a Starbuck's in the airport, but that doesn't mean they are ready for tourists...
Then off we went to the Shwe Dagon pagoda (photos and commentary above). We ended this re-arranged day by having to sit down for dinner at the Savoy Hotel, stinky and annoyed. Finally, at 9:15 p.m., luggage has arrived. That would be 9:45 Bangkok time. Burma is 1/2 hour behind Bangkok. Crazy, huh? Gotta roll with the punches on these trips!
You have to take off your shoes in stupa and temple, by the way. And your socks stockings etc. This was all right at 4 p.m., but in future days with the sun glaring down on the marble tiles, ouch ouch ouch! Stay tuned on that one.
But for now, I am going to dig out the soap and shampoo and get ready for tomorrow's traveling delights. I have a feeling in my gut that there will be more leetle glitches coming our way. They might have a Starbuck's in the airport, but that doesn't mean they are ready for tourists...
February 6, 2013: Mandalay – Ferries, Carts and Crafts
Yangon Airways got us to Mandalay pretty handily. Not sure I am comforted by their slogan, but at least no surprises on the tarmac.
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| Mandalay royal craft guild - stonecarvers of Buddha and other temple trimmings |
Mandalay -- it sounded romantic on the tour brochure, and in fact this is a fairly spectacular destination. The hotel our group is staying at is pretty fancy -- it certainly belies the still-rustic nature of much of the nearby countryside.
For example, to cross a river to get to Ava, the 14th-century Burmese capital, we took a "ferry" -- a motorized wooden boat with a flew slats laid across it for seating. The moveability of these slats are important for the commercial success of the ferry... if they had been fixed in place, then it would have been impossible to get the mopeds on the ferry too.
On the other side of the Myit Nge River, horse drawn carts waited for tourists. A few bumpy miles down rutted paths to see a wooden monastery convinced me that just maybe... I don't want to do the Route 50 wagon train this early June in California. Suffice it to say that I have a greater appreciation for the bone-jarring nature of travel by the early American settlers and I am grateful for their sacrifices.
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| Young Buddhist monk near Ava, where there is a wooden monastery |
Add the dust to the prevailing smog that is caused by burning the chaff off the rice fields (it is that time of year in agribusiness here, apparently), and then voila! you have that early morning hacking cough.
Three major topics to photograph: 1) Buddhist stupa, temples and monasteries. 2) Monks and street scenes (the two are in one topic group because, you see, monks in their red, orange, brown robes and nuns in their pink robes are EVERYWHERE you look...). And 3) offerings of water.
In Buddhism, you receive "merit" (think: pennies in heaven, but ummmm no heaven in this religion) when you make offerings to monks and, in the instance of water, to passersby. Water is so key to this country... rice is a wet ag product, you see. And the big rivers that dissect Burma were of course major transport routes. But during the dry season, drinking water can be scarce and so folks put urns of water and metal cups out in front of their houses and shops. What a juxtaposition with our cities in America, where public drinking fountains are disappearing rapidly!
Today is our last day in Mandalay. Tomorrow we go to Bagan, which was the first capital of united Burma, founded in 900 CE and containing over 5,000 pagodas and temples. Bet I'll see a few monks there too...And in case you want to know… This segment brought to you by ibuprofen, the wooden-cart-riders' best friend!
February 9, 2013: Buddha-ed out.... almost
Today in Bagan... also known as Pagan (pah gone) as opposed to Pagan (pay gan) and it most certainly is not pagan, I mean, how could it be pagan when it is filled with karma, giving manifold opportunities for merit-making (not merry-making) ... I saw at least a zillion Buddhist stupa, temples, and images of Buddha in various states on his way to nirvana.
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| Balloons over Bagan |
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| Sunset on the Irrawaddy |
Get up time today was 4:30 because those of us who paid a bit extra to take a hot air balloon ride over Bagan had to meet the bus at 5. We had an opportunity to see the sun come up over one of Bagan's 1200+ temples/stupa while the balloons were inflating. Sixteen to a basket, and away we go. AFter brushing the bit of ash out of my hair (what do you expect when a propane burner flares overhead for 30 minutes), I relaxed and enjoyed the hour ride. Don't worry, you will have plenty of photos to view. And, as in the hot air balloon rides in wine country, this one ends with champagne and a few things you won't necessarily be served in wine country, like papaya freshly cut. www.balloonsoverbagan.com for more photos.
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| Making an offering at a temple with a LARGE monk's bowl |
Then we headed out for some serious temple-viewing. My wimpy broken left toes are okay for an hour at a time... because it is shoes (and socks) off in these temples. For the most part, walking on the marble tiles is okay... it is the broken cement in places that is a killer for the tender-of-foot. Next time I come to a Buddhist area, I shall somehow toughen my feet up beforehand!
Most of our meals are taken at open air restaurants on the bank of the Irrawaddy River. I quickly learned to avoid most everything that comes in an orange-colored sauce. This is a result of trial and error, the trial resulting in a rapid rise from the table while I choked, coughed and tried to catch my breath, and the error ...well, no error like THAT in the future of this trip. Luckily for me there is a foodie couple from Santa Fe who likes things hot and they clue me in aforehand.
The shopping has been fun. I confess, I will buy almost anything offered by a child vendor. So I have a small collection of hand-drawn daisies, horses (I think they are horses...) and sunrises. Also mysterious candies, necklaces, tattered used books, etc. There are no social nets in Burma for old people, and so, there are a fair number of contributions that come the way of toothless old ladies. I may be one someday myself...
Tomorrow is another early get-up to go on a horsecart ride and see the sunrise over the temples. We shall see if the little kids got it right...
February 10, 2013: Cloudy today in Bagan
Aarrgh, the third morning of a wake-up call at 5:30. But well worth it. There were fifty percent of the group who chose this option instead of sleeping in. We walked to the end of the road that the hotel is on and were greeted by 10 horses and carriages...and in we clambered. Down to the main drag, across a dusty path, and to the base of a decommissioned monastery. Up some sandy, slanted, narrow, high, dark and precarious stairs to the roof. We stood and watched the sun come up... or try to. Clouds started to form on the horizon, but still the tops of the stupa (stupas? help me out here!) were lit with a golden glow and it was nice to see the village come awake. A rickety bus with what sounded like a large old putt-putt-putt lawnmower engine chugged by, with the seats filled with ochre robed monks, and then another layer of monks riding on the top of the bus. Riding on the top of busses is pretty par for the course here. Would you believe... NO seatbelt laws! Harrumph!
After the sunrise, our buggies took us on an extended tour down back lanes and rutted paths, through a thicket of stupa. We must have passed at least a hundred of them in the 30 minute ride. Already people were on their way to leave offerings of flowers and to say their prayers before the Buddha statues within.
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| Novitiate |
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| Novitiate Procession for Young Monks-to-be |
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| Very young Novitiate monk |
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| The princess-dressed girls come next |
Following all was a cart containing drums and other instruments. The ceremony and celebration, wherever it was going to be held, would be a noisy one.
We were lucky to see this, because it is not really "the season" for such ceremonies.
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| The monastery on the mountain in the valley near Mt Popa |
The somewhat-disappointing sunrise presaged a cloudy afternoon here, but that's okay with me. It gives me time to catch up with reading. I mentioned that the children sell books? So I now have a small pile of books on life in Burma, and hope to get through those before we move on to Laos.
Tomorrow is going to be a long travel day. We fly back to Yangon (formerly Rangoon), have lunch and then go visit the big vegetable market, and then fly to Bangkok. It's not possible to fly from Burma to Laos... Bangkok is the hub.
What the future holds: Laos is a series of one-night-stands, so time and internet connection might be dear.
February 12, 2013: Laos, the War on Vietnam, and more on food
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| Mekong River from hotel in Pakse, Laos |
Yesterday we crossed over the border from Thailand to Laos. This was accomplished by flying to a town in Thailand named Ubon, getting on the most pimped-out bus I have ever seen, and driving to the Laotian border. There was time for a quick run to the nearest market-stall for a Coke LIght, and then of course the inevitable wait wait wait.
Coke Light at foodstall
Going (once again) through Thai immigration was easy. I can fill out those immigration departure and landing cards in my sleep. This tour, because we go back and forth between 4 countries, some of which do not have airlines that fly from one to another but only to Bangkok, means a lot of departure and landing cards. This time, however, instead of boarding a flight, we went through a tunnel and emerged the other side in Laos. The immigration agent there took a long time, about 5 minutes per person. We are 24 persons including our lecturer and tour expediter. Finally Mary Lou our tour expediter, gathered all the passports and paperwork, and marched bravely into the building with a bunch of local currency. Expedited. That's how it works sometimes in these still-developing countries.
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| Mary-Lou Leddy, our tour manager |
The transition to Laos was a marked one... from prosperity to trying-hard. I think, as a hardcore capitalist, that a big problem here is the "elected" Communist government. Suffice it to say that the standard of living dropped several notches over the border. The dust quotient, however, picked up.
We visited a tea plantation. To me, the most notable thing there was the ingenious rainwater capture system that the farmer and his family had rigged up... from thatch roof to a kind of makeshift gutter, through some PVC pipe to another roof level, into another PVC pipe that stretched across the driveway and into a little shed that had some other pipes coming out of it. I thought for a moment that it was a still, but no corn is around to make mash.... so, no.
The green tea was bitter. I passed on buying any of it.
When we got settled into the hotel for lunch, it finally happened. The dreaded big fish with bulging eyes appeared in a thin broth with vegetables clinging around the edges. The restaurant served a dish that looked pretty appealing, but only one of us put it on our plates before Mary Lou careened down the table and whisked it away to the kitchen. Rumor has it that she gave the cooks some hard instructions about how Americans (at least HER tour group) are not to be fed anything that is not thoroughly cooked. This is in no way a diss against Mary Lou.... so far, no travelers trots or whatever the SE Asian version of Montezuma's Revenge is called.
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| HOT sauce! |
I took time this early evening to go to a local supermarket. After decades of being involved in food and beverages and their processing and packaging, this supermarket check for me is always an essential stop. If no supermarket is in sight, of course, there are the market stalls to look over. But this was a real supermarket. Vegetarians of the world rejoice! Here you can find Pringles chips made of seaweed! Dozens of noodle looking packets (dried). Next to the Heinz ketchup is Heinz pepper-sauce. A variety of edible oils in containers from 5 gallons on down. A row of laundry detergents of which the most prominent is one with the brand name "USA" . Hundreds of candies (I like these folks, the have a sweet tooth to match mine...but I have toothpaste and don't chew betelnut so my teeth are prettier...) . Wines. Oh yes. French. Some Australian. A Chilean malbec. And… Gallo. It was great fun for me to wander around for an hour.
During the day today and for a few days past, as we get closer to the Ho Chi Minh trail, the memories of living in the time of the Vietnam War impinge on our group. And the draft and its consequences. I do not think that any of the men in our group fought in this war, but I'm not sure. Some of the guys were married and had children already. Others considered moving to Canada (but didn't). Thoughts of how to game the physical that draft boards gave crossed almost everyone's mind in the 1960's. My first husband, Gerry, had so many problems stemming from his rheumatic fever as a child that he was a 4-F (not fit to fight). I remember the relief we both felt when that 4F came through. (this is, however, a man who died at age 33...) My ex, Chad, as a West Pointer, went to Vietnam with 100% of his class. Fifty percent returned.
Those were difficult days. I marched against the war in the streets of New Brunswick. Yet I grew up winning essay contests at the Nappanee VFW hall on topics dealing with patriotism. A conflicting time in our American society. So sad.
Some of the positive offshoots of that time were the infrastructure improvements made by the US Army in these countries we are visiting. Bridges. Airstrips. Roads.
Still... was it worth it? A war that tore apart our country....and decimated most of SouthEast Asia. So sad.
February 15, 2013: Buses, Buffalo and Karma
A short dispatch today since
I have been under the weather with a cold of the hacking cough variety. Rather
than subject my fellow travelers to that, I decided to 1) ride in the back of
the bus and 2) sit out a day. So I am writing from Korat, Thailand, where I finally
saw the light and said to myself, "hmmm they must have pharmacists
somewhere in this town" and went on a walkabout to find some version of
Nyquil. Success! Although it does make me drowsy but that is better than
continuing on my sore-ribcage path from the coughing.
To get from Laos to Thailand, the simplest way is to drive. I've already talked about the startling difference between the two countries that happens right at the border. We had a long drive from Ubon to Korat yesterday, cruising along the side of the Cambodian border but on the Thai side...but a few notable observations...
There are loads of double-decker and tandem trucks on the road. One double-decker was filled with brand new shiny motorbikes. The tandem was filled with locally grown potatoes. There are also trucks with mandarin oranges....an import from China.
The plight of the average farmer in Thailand is not awful. It costs 30 Thai Baht, or $1 US, for a doctor visit. Smart of the government to institute this good level of health care, and according to our lecturer, that positively took the wind out of the sails of the Communist party here.
Lots of water buffalo at the side of the road. This is an area where most of the rice is dry farmed (no irrigation) to there is only one crop a year. What water is captured is funneled into roadside ponds, and that is where the water buffalo are taken to bathe once a day. This is essential because otherwise their skin would crack. Bathing the water buffalo is the job of the small boys in the village, who will bathe with the buffalo at the same time, and frolic with them. As big as they are, they are docile unless provoked, although there is more than one story of US soldiers who provoked a water buffalo and found the jeep on its side.
If a farmer has a water buffalo, that pretty well indicates that he is poor, because he has not raised enough buffalo to sell them and buy a small tractor.
The rice farming here is slash-and-burn, and that of course contributes to the pollution problem in this and other SE Asian countries. Sadly, the rice produced by the Green Revolution was not attractive to consume by the people... someone should have done some consumer research first. Most of that rice goes to feed buffalo.
A few notes about karma. If a child is born less than perfect, for example mentally handicapped, it is generally considered by these Hindu-oriented people in Thailand, that this is due to bad karma in the child's past life, and NOT what parents did in their past lives. Therefore there is more acceptance in the villages for such children, and they are treated well. Better luck next life, I guess.
One startling sight on the side of the road is a statue of an American Indian in full headdress, seated on a white horse. Go figure.
Lots of 7-11s here, featuring gas, convenience stores, ATM's and of course toilets. No one has started ranking the toilets, but they are universally not up to my standard of cleanliness. Hard to keep things clean with all the dust and humidity, I suppose.
To get from Laos to Thailand, the simplest way is to drive. I've already talked about the startling difference between the two countries that happens right at the border. We had a long drive from Ubon to Korat yesterday, cruising along the side of the Cambodian border but on the Thai side...but a few notable observations...
There are loads of double-decker and tandem trucks on the road. One double-decker was filled with brand new shiny motorbikes. The tandem was filled with locally grown potatoes. There are also trucks with mandarin oranges....an import from China.
The plight of the average farmer in Thailand is not awful. It costs 30 Thai Baht, or $1 US, for a doctor visit. Smart of the government to institute this good level of health care, and according to our lecturer, that positively took the wind out of the sails of the Communist party here.
Lots of water buffalo at the side of the road. This is an area where most of the rice is dry farmed (no irrigation) to there is only one crop a year. What water is captured is funneled into roadside ponds, and that is where the water buffalo are taken to bathe once a day. This is essential because otherwise their skin would crack. Bathing the water buffalo is the job of the small boys in the village, who will bathe with the buffalo at the same time, and frolic with them. As big as they are, they are docile unless provoked, although there is more than one story of US soldiers who provoked a water buffalo and found the jeep on its side.
If a farmer has a water buffalo, that pretty well indicates that he is poor, because he has not raised enough buffalo to sell them and buy a small tractor.
The rice farming here is slash-and-burn, and that of course contributes to the pollution problem in this and other SE Asian countries. Sadly, the rice produced by the Green Revolution was not attractive to consume by the people... someone should have done some consumer research first. Most of that rice goes to feed buffalo.
A few notes about karma. If a child is born less than perfect, for example mentally handicapped, it is generally considered by these Hindu-oriented people in Thailand, that this is due to bad karma in the child's past life, and NOT what parents did in their past lives. Therefore there is more acceptance in the villages for such children, and they are treated well. Better luck next life, I guess.
One startling sight on the side of the road is a statue of an American Indian in full headdress, seated on a white horse. Go figure.
Lots of 7-11s here, featuring gas, convenience stores, ATM's and of course toilets. No one has started ranking the toilets, but they are universally not up to my standard of cleanliness. Hard to keep things clean with all the dust and humidity, I suppose.
Our drive included a stop to tour Ayutthaya, which was
the capital of Siam from 1350 to 1767. Not far from the site is the National
Museum. We were there on a holiday, vying with the groups of schoolchildren for
a look at the fabulous collection of gold jewelry and religious objects dating
from the glory of Ayutthaya.
Ayutthaya
Treasure from
National museum
In this part of the trip, we've been seeing a lot of Hindu temples, most dating from the 11th-14th centuries. And Buddhist temples too. There is a lot of work being done with reconstruction, and improving the tourist infrastructure.
Temple site being
re-constructed
Shrine created by
local people,
behind the temple at Prasat
Making peace with a Hindu god
at Wat Prasat Phanom Rung, Laos
Of course the big bonanza is next week at Angkor. 25 square miles of temples. To give you a perspective, Manhattan is just 24 square miles....
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| Ayutthaya |
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| Treasure from National museum |
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| Temple site being re-constructed |
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| Shrine created by local people, behind the temple at Prasat |
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| Making peace with a Hindu god at Wat Prasat Phanom Rung, Laos |
February 18, 2013: You've got to be crazy to drive in Phnom Penh
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| Night traffic in Phnom Penh from a Tuk-Tuk |
Apart from the sweet smell of exhaust at street level which is, after all, a part of the low-cost-ride deal, this is not a ride for the claustrophobics among us. Cars, buses, motorbikes, bicycles, food vendor carts, trucks ... every means of wheeled conveyance that sees fit to be on the boulevards of Phnom Penh are close at hand. Close enough to touch. Some are driving in the wrong direction, streams of motorbikes lunge out of side streets and cut other traffic off, families 4-to-a-motorbike are perilously close, and so on. But it will take a while for more autos to come. I am thankful for that... would spoil the character of this absolutely charming city. The reason, however, has nothing to do with character-keeping and more with the fact that a new car costs around $150,000 US.
The night market was a disappointment merchandise-wise -- lots of cheap stuff from China, nothing local. But in the midst of the plaza were spread out a half-football field are of woven poly mats, and the mats were ringed with food stalls of all kinds. Picnic time! A stage featured wanna-be stars, and the music is Western tonalities and love-songy type of things. Demographics, 20-somethings through late 30-somethings.
The demographics are not surprising. You don't have to reach far back in memory to recall the Killing Fields of Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge. How would a country allow this to happen? Is it something in the Cambodian national character? A number of us have been quietly discussing this, and an emerging consensus is that the terror of wartime, with bombings and killings so seemingly random, allow evil to emerge in humankind. A kind of PTSD, in a way. We have our own behavior to account for in places like Abu Grahib, so there can be no sense of moral superiority. But a whole generation of Cambodia was extinguished, with the educated and intellectual class (read: folks like us) the prime targets, and then, anyone affiliated with those members... infants, children, colleagues, extended family. Horrifying. The result is all around me today... a demographically-young society still struggling with the demons of the past, a town of re-building everywhere, and a sense of needing to catch up commercially with the rest of the world.
Phnom Penh is in the best shape it's been for a long time, notes our lecturer, since the recent funeral of the long-time president called for a general repainting, replanting and overall cleanup of the town. It is a colonial City, the capital of Cambodia when it was a French colony. It is laid out a bit like Paris... with boulevards quite wide, an ArtDeco market we will see, and a monument (Independence Monument) in the focal point of the main boulevard,( Norodom Boulevard) , copied in style from the Champs Elyssee.
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| View that shows French influence from the dining area of the FCC |
Phnom Penh is built at the confluence of four great rivers, the Tonle Sap, the Upper Mekong, the Lower Mekong and the Bassac. At two million people, it is Cambodia's commercial capital... there are only 15 million people in all of the country. At 15 million, this country is smaller in population than the city of Bangkok.
My sense is that this is an easy place to visit on one's own. The American dollar is the accepted currency (but they want crispy new bills dated 2006 or newer...), the tourist infrastructure is developed, enough English is spoken to get out and about on one's own, the hotels are great and inexpensive, the food is marvelous with a haute cuisine tradition Asian-style, and sidewalk cafe's abound with a mixture of French, English, German, Swiss, Swedish... you name it... everyone comes to Phnom Penh .
Today we lunched at the famed FCC, the Foreign Correspondent's Club, which is a public bar and restaurant along the Tonle Sap river, not far from the conjunction with the Mekong river. It is often referred to as 'the FCC,' or just simply 'the F.' It is in a three-storey colonial-style building with wonderful views over the river. I've clipped a bit from an Australian newspaper article about the FCC, so you can get more flavor of the historical background...
""Expats flocked to the place; and as Pol Pot took his final stand in the jungle, so journalists filed breaking stories from the "F", including Nate Thayer, the correspondent for the Far Eastern Economic Review, who famously scored the last interview with the elusive Khmer Rouge dictator. Thayer, it is rumoured, had a penchant for randomly shooting automatic weapons from tall buildings — as did several other regulars at the FCC. According to Hayward, many a bullet was fired from the balustrade in those early days, fuelled by alcohol and the frontier spirit that permeated the city. This was the wild, wild east — but in a lawless city where kidnapping, assassinations, rapes and theft were rife, the "F" was a haven of relative sanity and probably the safest place to be." Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/travel/happy-hour-on-the-mekong-20100304-plct.html#ixzz2LFoiMQY
Not far from the FCC are some of the most interesting shopping streets I have ever seen. Cambodian silk is wonderful, and many boutiques design dresses, handbags etc using this material. It's difficult to get too enthusiastic about shopping when the humidity is high and the outside temperature rising, but the shops feature items so beautifully fabricated and presented that it's like going to a series of art galleries
My shopping score of the day (sit down, friends!) was two vintage Hawaiian print shirts.... not my fault... I had to get something short sleeved for this upcoming hot part of the trip and like a dummy I packed only long sleeved safari-type shirts. What WAS I thinking? Not to worry... no Bermuda shorts in my suitcase yet....
Tomorrow we board yet ANOTHER flight and travel to Siem Reap, wherein the ruins of Angkor, the great Khmer temple complex, are located. All 25 square miles of ‘em. Can hardly wait!
February 20, 2013: Angkor - Torch bearers, heat, and the ravages of humidity
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| Angkor Thom |
There is a ghostly sense to Angkor. These magnificent buildings dedicated primarily to Hindu gods and goddesses with an overlay of Buddhist elements. have survived for almost a millennium despite the humidity, hordes, rain, and ravages of other kinds. Wars between the Cambodians and their traditional enemies the Vietnamese, invasions by India, France, and more... it's all here and echoes again and again in the architecture, the pace, the face of the people.
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| Blind land mine victims play music for donations, near an Angkor temple |
A band of 5 blind musicians was playing a haunting and atonal melody near one of the gates of the crumbled temple we visited. I put some cash in their collection box, and then noticed the sign in front of the box: land mine survivors.
We haven't talked much about Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge, one of the great genocides of all times carried out against any family where a member had even a bit of education. But the reminders are everywhere and I guess they will be for many many generations to come. Despite this, the Cambodians are a welcoming people.
Angkor is lively with tour groups. We often have to stand aside to let the groups of Koreans, Japanese, Chinese, French, English etc tours push past, so we can hear our lecturer. The popularity of the site has of course encouraged the theft of artifacts. Hard to know if it is the poor farmers nearby, or gangs of organized art thieves that make lots of money on the international market. Regardless, it is a lucrative business, and the Park conservators have put mines around the monuments to discourage the thieves. Grim business.
We had our first casualty of heat and humidity, as one of the older gentlemen on the tour just seemed to crumple and fall down right in the middle of an on-site lecture. Heat stroke. Lucky for him we were on a grassy walkway around the perimeter of the temple. It's not fun; happened to me at the Taj Mahal in 1978 and the best remedy the Indians had was to throw me in a bathtub with cool water, bring ice, and make me soak for an hour. OUr fellow traveler had the benefit of an IV at the local hospital.... modern medicine.
I am at the point where I have seen 6 temples including Angkor Wat and Angkor Thom, and it's feeling like quite enough. I'm putting myself on a half-day program for the next two days, and I'll watch some documentaries in my cool hotel room instead. I'm pretty hardy, but this is 'way too much.
Now a bit of advice: if you come, December is the best month. Don't do as I do... do as I say!
February 22, 2013: Angkor Wat, Thom, and a bunch of others
Were it not for Angkor Wat, perhaps all the other wonders of the great archaeological park that makes up the treasures of Angkor, the quintessential jewel of Khmer architecture and religion, might not have survived the onslaught of climate and conflict of the last 1000 years. I always thought of Angkor Wat as the destination, but it turns out that there are dozens of notable and beautiful structures near Siem Reap.
By the 5th century, the rulers of this part of Cambodia revived customs that we think of as being primarily Indian in origin. The art of the area was focused on stone sculpture, primarily portraits of Vishnu and Shiva. The first statues of Buddha appeared a bit later. Temples to honor the deities took a few different forms, but most of the temples of the Angkor region have a pyramidal top … that’s the view you see most often in postcards and on teeshirts.
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| Inside Angkor Wat |
The most impressive part of Angkor Wat, I thought, was the third gallery, 600+ feet long and the location of an incredible series of carved stone reliefs that tell a continuous story/stories from the mythology of Vishnu. The most compelling one is the story of the Churning of the Ocean of Milk. I am giving you an excerpt from a guidebook, next, in order to get it right. It is complex,
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| The south Gallery, Churning of the Ocean of Milk |
Before the world began, the gods were continuously menaced by the demons and they asked Vishnu to help them. Vishnu advised them to gather some amrita, ambrosia that guaranteed immortality. This nectar lay in the depths of the ocean of milk, and in order to extract it, the gods needed the air of the demons, to whom they promised a share of the ambrosia. After the agreement had been made, the Mandara, the cosmic mountain, was placed in the ocean with the Vasuki serpent tied around it so as to make a means to churn the ocean. The two groups began to pull the snake, the gods on one side of the mountain holding onto its tail-section and the demons on the other side holding onto its head-section. This caused the mountain to spin like an egg beater, but the mountain began to sink. So Vishnu assumed the form of a turtle, and descended into the ocean to become the foundation of the mountain. During the churning, marvelous beings and objects of creation emerged from the ocean, as well as a poisonous mist, which Shiva immediately swallowed in order to save the universe. At last the physician of the gods appeared, holding the vial of ambrosia. The demons shouted for their share of the nectar, but at that moment, Vishnu appeared in the form of a beautiful girl and distracted the demons. Vishnu was thus about to distribute the ambrosia among the gods only, who then had the strength to defeat their adversaries and become lords of the universe.
Angkor Thom, the capital of the Angkor region, at one time held a population of one million. It housed the court, the priests, the high officials and its walls were significantly massive and fortified. It was bordered by a moat that was 300 feet wide. Of course there were many ceremonies here too, and statues and carvings of Hindu deities adorn it.
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| Ta Som temple |
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| I mean, these are BIG trees! |
I have got a ton of photos, but promise not to bore you. A few close-ups of the marvelous statues and carvings will give you a good idea.
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| Temple details near Siem Reap. Let me bore you with my iPad slideshow sometime... |
It has been a challenging trip with the heat and humidity and compromised air quality caused by open burning of garbage everywhere, undrinkable water except in plastic bottles, congested streets, etc etc, but I am glad I went.
