Year: 2015

For the Kingdom

A last morning in Siem Reap. We largely spent our time plotting next moves. To compensate for a rushed timeline in Laos, we’d decided to slow down in Cambodia. But as each action has a reaction, this meant Vietnam would be the dream deferred. Most of our family and friends seemed most curious about Vietnam, and our detour is not just about being dissidents. It is quite likely we will come back to Asia and be able to dedicate more than 5 days to Vietnam. Plus, our Chiang Mai experience of pollution in towns with limited public transport made us wonder whether Ho Chi Minh/Saigon will be less hectic by 2018 when a metro will theoretically be functioning. But on to food. Our farewell Siem Reap lunch was at the booked-up Haven Restaurant. Known as a training ground for future chefs, wait staff and support staff, Haven would make Chef Ramsey proud. In addition to being a well-oiled machine, the food was delicious. Cambodian food has been a highlight, and we have done a lot …

Good marketing

We had one day left in our three-day pass to Angkor Wat, so we set out for the more distant temples and ruins in hope there would be more carvings than cameras. We arrived at a well curated Banteay Srei, known as the Citadel of Women or Beauty and dedicated to the Hindu god Shiva. Supported by Swiss aid, the ruins have a cloak room, restaurants and shops which are missing at larger sites near Angkor – for better and worse. For better, Banteay Srei has conservation lands surrounding it, with local farmers, water buffalo, chickens and the like which make it a peaceful setting. Aside from this good marketing, the children here have better skills. Two girls selling postcards glued themselves to T, and when their first sales tactic didn’t work, they went with this: That’s right – Hey, Mr Handsome Man!   We also went to the Cambodian Landmine museum, to show respect for more recent history. As my dad had pointed out prior, the US was responsible for intensive air bombing campaigns …

Everybody loves a circus

We had the bikes for a day, so to maximize it, we got up early. Not as early as those who wanted to see an Angkor Wat sunrise, as biking in the dark did not appeal to us! Our timing was good, as we arrived at Angkor Wat when the sun was rising and the crowds leaving on their way home to breakfast. We ate our breakfast on the steps and enjoyed being in the minority. Onwards, we explored some smaller spots, enjoying Preah Khan which formerly was a university for monks, a temple of the sword and small community. It is in a state of ruins with some restoration going on, including the Adopt-a-Garuda program! Our back roads took us to smaller temples and even over a bridge being occupied by a model doing a photo shoot! We landed back with the masses at Ta Phrom, the temple made famous by Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider. Or, for the nature lovers, famous for the impressive way trees have usurped ancient cities. As our bikes …

Wat’s up

Embracing new experiences, we got up before 7 AM to go to a Mexican bar to watch the Super Bowl! Seahawks fans were louder and prouder than the Patriots, and I’m not sure how much their shouting helped the local staff and bystanders understand the game! Strangely, the TV feed had no commercials during possibly the only time I wanted to see them! With a championship under our belt, it was time to head to the temples of Angkor Wat where fighting traditions and dancing girls were also revered. Built between 800-1350 A.D. Angkor Wat is actually only one of about 1000 ancient temple remains in the 390 square mile area. Angkor Wat itself is surrounded by a 2.2 square mile moat, which is but one feature making it a favorite sunrise destination. Our dilemma was how to get there on this 90 degree day. Eventually we set out on bikes to the temple complex about 5 miles from our Siem Reap hotel. The heat hadn’t stopped the other 6000 visitors a day from enjoying …

Gini in a bottle

On the way to the airport, T pointed out we hadn’t seen a single traffic light in Luang Prabang. The airport itself – or rather the new airport – opened in 2013 to accommodate larger planes and less frightening mountain landings. Laos, which furthered opened visas and tourism in 1989 is still seen as a sleepier, serene option to neighboring Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam. By the numbers, particularly the “Gini” measurement for income distribution or inequality, Cambodia has less inequality than Laos which has less than Thailand which has less than the US. Maybe we need an actual genie to fix all this. How, I don’t know, but I do know there weren’t malls in Luang Prabang yet, and interspersed between hotels were locals living, going to BBQ, and drying their leftover rice into rice cakes. And I wonder if in 10 years that will still be the case. Our next stop was Siem Reap, Cambodia with the world wonder if Angkor Wat; surely it had lessons in history to offer. Neither of us seemed …

Tak bat

They walked bare footed, in saffron uniforms basically composed of a sheet, and with heads shaved. We bared little. We were uniformly diverse in our attire except for the required accessory of the camera. We labored about our hair. And yet there was a pact of sorts. The monks had agreed to keep their ritual alive. They would, as they had for years, take a morning meditative walk (known as “tak bat”) gathering offerings of food from locals looking to build merit by supporting the monks. We foreigners were drawn to this ceremony, so much so that we were being asked to adhere to guidelines on our end. Published throughout town were signs advising on how to stave off offensive behavior by not stopping a monk’s walk for your photo or dressing disrespectfully for with exposed shoulders and legs. Tourists wanting to participate get dropped off in vans to pre-set mats with foods ready to offer. Much is written about how this religious ritual has been distorted or even perverted by foreign tourist paparazzi. Reportedly, …

Negotiations

We could have gotten up early to see the monks. I had a leisurely pancake breakfast instead. We could have bought the little birds for sale as an offering to Buddha during our tour of Phousi Hill and the Vats. I didn’t know what you were suppose to do with the birds – set them free? Leave them by Buddha in their miniature bamboo cage? My Lao doesn’t go far enough to ask. We could have hopped on a tour. I wanted to pick up ballet tickets for the night instead. We could have taken it easy, and ridden bikes between coffee shops. I jumped on the discounted offer to the waterfall as an exchange for T sitting through ballet. We could have made it back in time for the drumming. We made in back for a pre-ballet cocktail instead. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Except… – Maybe booked in with French group who had tablecloths, wine and a catered picnic by the falls. Darn those French! – Maybe found the steps down the …

Joy of cooking

Recipe 1 local Lao chef with English good enough for jokes 2 large BeerLao, cold 4 Germans, 2 Canadians, 1 Texan living in Spain 40 stems of lemongrass 1 bottle of fish sauce 1 jar of local fish sauce (the stinky one per Chez Joy) 1 gangal root never seen before (like ginger) Tamarind A pinch of salt A pinch of MSG just because Instructions: 1. First go to fancy restaurant in the morning where you will find other farangs (white people) dropping hundreds of thousands of Kip. 2. Pile into tuk tuk where you and the other farangs inconspicuously follow Chef Joy speaking English to explain the local herbs while locals stare at us taking pictures of pineapples. 3. No stopping for questions in the meat section of the market. It makes the vegetarians queasy, and most carnivores too. So know in advance the thing you don’t recognize is congealed blood, and yes, they do sell pigs faces as an offering to the spirits or the base of a stew. 4. Pile back in …

Blizzard

My last meal in Thailand was a Dairy Queen blizzard in solidarity with Boston peeps digging out. And because foolishly I thought we’d have more food options at the airport! But alas..our last Thai meal will likely be in Cambodia or New Zealand instead. We wished we’d arrived in Chiang Dao earlier or been able to stay longer. It was a sleepy town with beautiful town with many trails to explore, yummy places to eat and breathing was easy. I can understand how a wandering monk ceased wandering and planter roots here. A hop, skip and a jump and we were in Laos. The prospect excited and scared me as it meant time had tricked me again, and rather then moving slowly as it felt, weeks had flown by. Luang Prabang in Laos is a UNESCO world heritage site. This moniker comes with the recognition of being significant (here to architecture and religious history) and also getting some preservation funds. It also means there is finally no Starbucks. Laos is also one of five communist …

In a happy fog

We woke up in the mists to roosters. It was a happy reset. The town crier was shouting out news updates incomprehensible to us. The Chiang Dao mountain stood strong, and the locals wrapped in sweaters and hats went about morning market and other activities in this “wintery” morning of low 60s. When in Rome, we we went with the locals to the market and I finally caught the pig! When we’d been in Bangkok, I’d asked our Thai hostess what people do here with pig’s faces as I’d seen a few at markets and couldn’t fathom the purpose. She hypothesized it was just so people would know its pork! And said she hadn’t seen such things. T being ever accommodating held a photo session with the pigs head/face at the morning market so I could provide evidence to our friend. Strangely, he found this photo session easier than my waterfalls pictures, but to each their own. We continued exploring around on bikes, and as we were in the mountains it seemed a hike was …