Monday, November 12, 2012

Laos (Land of a Million Elephants) to Chiang Mai, Bangkok and HOME!!!!

Here at last! Back in Bangkok and eagerly awaiting our flight. Like horses champing at the bit, WE CAN’T WAIT!!!! Apologies for the lateness of this, our last blog in Asia. It’s been a crazy 2 weeks since landing in Laos, with not much internet connection and even less time. Also, we keep thinking we get to share all of these stories with you in person soon so feel like we can hang on to them a bit longer!


But for completeness sake I’ll quickly recap…

Forgoing the 3 day bus journey for a 1 hour flight into Laos allowed us just enough time to see the gorgeous little town of Luang Prabang. Beautiful wide streets, crumbling French villas and loads of Wats decorated with coloured lanterns for the festival celebrating “Bun Awk Phansa” (End of the Rains Retreat). The morning started at 6:30am watching a stream of about 60 saffron swathed monks walking silently down the street collecting alms from kneeling locals. The rest of the day was spent wondering along the river banks watching boat races, eating baguettes and getting foot massages. The night market swallowed us whole with its beautiful stalls of fresh silk, paper lanterns, paintings and food. Eating barbequed pork on a stick with finger-fulls of sticky rice at a wooden table in a smoky alley filled with vendors, locals and grubby, smiling children under a full moon. This is why we travel.

Early next morning saw the beginning of our slow boat trip up the Mekong for 2 days passing pristine jungle, remote mountain villages and naked children playing in the shallows while water buffalo looked on. Sadly no sign of the tigers, elephants, sun bears, or clouded leopard reportedly inhabiting these parts, but it’s good to know they’re out there somewhere. There were some signs of the logging industry threatening to gorge on Laos, like so many other countries in South East Asia. Interestingly, it has become more obvious the more north we’ve come, which also means the closer we are to the Red Giant. (Legally or illegally, I guess the hungry dragon must be fed.)

By the time we reached the small border town of Huay Xai the full moon festival celebrating the end of the rainy season was in full swing. We also met up again with Natalie and Harriet, the same girls who joined us in Borneo for the diving. Our reunion was celebrated with a sky full of paper lanterns and great big paper boats covered with candles released onto the river. Beautiful!

The next day began the Gibbon Experience, a 3 day adventure playing Peter Pan deep in a Laos reserve that involved some hefty hiking, sleeping in tree houses 40m above the ground and zip lining/foofy-sliding across the jungle canopy. A mind-blowing experience that must be the closest realization of those flying dreams everyone has when they’re children. Incredible enough to put even the thought of leeches and spiders at the back of our minds. (Although not enough to keep them away from our feet! Pete, who shall henceforth be known as Pablo, Sanchez or Pedro due to the fuzz on his top lip (in honour of Movember), fended off leeches left right and centre and managed to survive with only one blood-sucking bite.)

Back into the border town after a pretty hairy drive on roads that made the Transkei look like the N1 out of Cape Town. After a good shower and dinner it was a sad farewell to our travelling buddies again before a good night’s sleep in preparation for the border crossing the next day. A relatively painless experience with a quick ferry across the Mekong to the Thai border and a 5 hour bus ride to Chiang Mai. Two days of relaxing before the legging it to Bangkok.

In Chiang Mai, Pedro decided to take the day off for a good sleep in while I went off to do a day of Mahout training at Chang Siam Mahout Elephant Training Lodge (say that fast 20 times!). Nestled in a little valley with a beautiful stream, I met Dodo, a 4 year old ele with a penchant for sweet vrot bananas. With him, our little group of 5 learnt the necessary commands to control an elephant before being given fully grown ones of our own:
1.      “Song-suun” – lift up your leg so I can stand on it, grab your ear and swing myself onto your neck
2.      “Huh” – move…forwards preferably
3.      “How!!!” – Stop!!!
4.      “Toy” – go backwards…pleeeease!

These commands were given with gentle barefoot nudges to the back of the ele’s ears. But while they made us feel like we had some control, we were very aware that the massive animals beneath us couldn’t give 2 hoots what we were trying to say to them. After about an hour in the jungle plodding along, trying to stop our elephants from scratching their backsides against passing trees and eating their daily 70kg quota of jungle, it was time for a river bath. And what a bath! While the elephants lay on their sides completely submerged by the stream except for the tips of their trunks, we scrubbed them down with shoe brushes and got soaked by the mahouts who leap-frogged from elephant to elephant trying not to get wet while dumping buckets of water over us. A farewell trunk-full of water in the ear later I drove back to town to meet Pablo who had spent the day getting a massage and sorting out some “admin.” The rest of the eve was spent eating and catching up with some university friends who were fortuitously in Chiang Mai the same night we were.

Another day of eating and massages before catching the overnight sleeper train to Ayuthaya, the old capital of Siam. Saw some pretty impressive ruins, including a Buddha head wrapped in tree roots, but this still palled in comparison to the glory of Cambodia’s Angkor Wat. Squeezed in our last meal at a local night bazaar before crashing in the heat and hiding in the aircon for the rest of the night.

Second last day and we arrived safe and sound in big, bad Bangkok. Finally found a hotel near the river and managed to catch the Royal Barge Procession, the royal version celebrating the end of the rainy season and a Thai tradition that’s over 700 years old. A stunning farewell to round off an incredible 7 month adventure.

South East Asia has been quite the geographic, gastronomic and cultural experience. Thank you for sharing it with us here and we look forward to sharing more with you all in person.

God bless and see you soon!
Love Pablo and Amanda
xx
Colourful Lanterns in Luang Prabang

Pork on a stick...Yum!!

Umbrellas in the night market

"Jo ma" coffee house...a little touch from home?

Monks receiving alms early in the morning

View up the Mekong from the slow boat

Riverside hamlets along the Mekong

Waterfall in the jungle

Zip lining into the tree house on the Gibbon Experience
Our toilet...a room with a view!

View of the zip line across the valley

Rice farm in the middle of the jungle

A leech!!
An ele kiss from Dodo
A bathing ele
Going other places...a postbox in Thailand

Sleeper train

Buddha head in a tree, Wat Mahatat, Ayuthaya

Final dinner in Bangkok...next stop SOUTH AFRICA!!

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Goodbye, Vietnam. Hello, Laos!!

Sitting on the Mekong after meeting up once again with this mighty river further north in Luang Prabang, Laos. Flew from Hanoi into Laos the day before yesterday after narrowly escaping the Typhoon “Son-Tinh” which hit Halong Bay only hours after our departure. After all the hawking and spitting, interminably unfriendly people, some pretty aggressive monkeys and a few bed bugs, I can’t say that we are heartbroken to say goodbye to Vietnam, particularly the north.

The last time we wrote we were leaving the beautiful little town of Hoi An, about half way up the coast of Vietnam. From here we headed north for a night and a day in Hue which allowed us just enough time to see the Song Huong (Perfume River) and crumbling remains of the heavily bombed Citadel belonging to the last emperors of the Nguyen Dynasty. 

And then our journey really began…

Have you ever been trapped in a place that you’re pretty sure God has designed to remind you why you don’t want to end up in hell? Well, that about covers our 17 hour haul up to Halong Bay. A train ride complete with demon cockroaches, hawking and spitting on the cabin floor, cabin crew smoking under the no-smoking sign and seats so comfortable they must have been designed by Satan’s carpenters themselves. And to complete the scene, a woman doing something on loudspeakers that can only be described as strangling a herd of cats. Our arrival on Cat Ba Island in the “Bay of the Descending Dragon” was heralded by the resounding “plonk” of us face-planting into the first bed we could find.

After this, Cat Ba turned out to be just what the doctor ordered. The next day we hired a motorbike and spent the day beach-hopping, swimming and drinking coffee. We also managed to get to Hospital Cave, another ingenious hideout for wounded Viet Cong soldiers during the war with America and a hang out place for Ho Chi Minh himself. The day after this finally saw us use the hiking boots we have lugged around with us for the past 5 weeks! A beautiful 15km walk up and down jagged, rainforest-covered limestone karsts in the hope of seeing a Cat Ba Langur, a mow-hawked little monkey endemic only to this island. Our 3rd endangered primate of the trip!

Sadly no monkey, so the next day we hopped onto a junk boat for a 2 day, 1 night trip around Halong Bay. Kayaking into hidden lagoons carved out of the stone by the wind and the waves, swimming in the emerald waters and eating fried spring rolls, morning glory and fish for 2 meals a day will be our abiding memories of this place. We also had some unexpected visitors in our bed that night and woke up with more than a few bites that will hopefully fade together with the sound of midnight karaoke bouncing off the surrounding mountains.

A hop, skip and a jump later we were back in Hanoi having unknowingly evaded the tropical storm on our tail. A day in Hanoi was just enough time for us to catch an exquisite water puppet show and see the ancient Temple of Literature. Water puppetry is an ancient art developed by Vietnamese rice farmers who manipulated wooden puppets and used flooded rice-paddies as the stage. It wasn’t difficult to imagine this even though we were in a theatre.

Just before heading to the airport we indulged in some more Vietnamese coffee. This time made from coffee beans that had undergone a certain digestive process in the intestines of a local wild civet. Hmm, maybe a little too strong!! But it kept us going all the way to Laos and now here we are. Chugging up the Mekong in a slow boat for the next 2 days. Next stop: Huay Xai, the border town between Thailand and Laos and the site of our last big adventure, the Gibbon Experience. Can’t wait!


Cruising around Hue, local style.

View across the gardens of the Citadel in Hue

Beautiful Nguyen Dynasty pots

The lady pagoda next to the Perfume River
Some seriously sufficiently train rules...
The stunning view before boarding the train...a picture of things to come perhaps...?

Halong Bay - Bay of the Descending Dragon

Kayaking into Caves

View from a mountain top

Another Viet Cong hideout

Sunset with some children in Halong Bay

Early morning views in the rainforest 

Jungle trekking

Local junk boats


Farewell, Vietnam!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Danang & Hoi An…

Sipping “jaag-op, reg-op” Vietnamese coffee sweetened with condensed milk while we wait for our next bus north to Hue (pronounced “hoi” which is pretty much what all the hawking and spitting sounds like by the locals!). Yesterday, after an early morning swim on a beach that could have been plucked right out of SA, we decided we hadn’t quite had enough of Hoi An just yet and decided to stay another night.

Cau Dai Beach
Our first day in this genteel, French and Chinese influenced town was an incredible mix of roaming the narrow streets of Old Town (a Unesco World Heritage Site complete with ancient teak stained houses), watching old fisherman and woman in pyjama-like outfits and conical hats float down the Thu Bon River, and viewing all the local craft: silk lanterns, paintings, marble beads and, of course, tailors. Hoi An is the best place in Vietnam to get affordable custom made clothing, an option we did our best to resist until we met Mamma Emma… 

Chinese teak temple doors..."happy long life!"
Japanese covered bridge
Walking down the street, on the way to the river, we were cheerfully stopped by a short little lady with a smile as wide as her hat. After a small purchase of some Vietnamese coffee and a hat of our own, she pulled out her tailors’ recommendation book along with pictures of previous outfits. Before we knew it, we were in her family’s shop picking material with 5 other family members, most of them Mamma Emma’s daughters-in-law. (And this in spite of warnings about the tape measure “wondering” into some rather privates places!) All said and done we left the shop with one suit and one dress ordered and strict instructions to be back for a final fitting at 5pm. This was around 1pm!! Not possible you say? I kid you not, we walked out of that shop in just over 4 hours with a perfectly tailored suit and silk dress that fitted better than any item we could have bought in a shop. Amazing!!


Added to this purchase was the personal experience of meeting Emma’s family and little grandchildren, one of them with Cerebral Palsy. It was fascinating to see a different culture’s attitude toward this difficult life-long disability as well as hear about the family’s access to specialized health care, like physiotherapy. If our money had to go anywhere, I’m glad it went here.

We spent the rest of the day wondering around town with ladies chasing us down the street to sell us things and Pete bargaining until they dropped to a 5th of the original price (I swear the man was born to do this!). After a delicious meal in a riverside café we caught a small boat trip up the river and set two water lanterns free. Watching the twinkling lights reflect off the water and listening to our squatting boatman paddle us upstream will be one of the highlights of this entire trip.

Drinking a beer watching the world float by
Floating lanterns 
Locally made silk lanterns by night
Early the next day found us at the beach for the swim that convinced us to stay a 3rd night. Following this Pete decided to have a “Bar Ber Clean Ear” experience. Let’s just say that he got what it said on the label…and then some!! I’m still not quite sure what they did to him, but by the instruments of torture on display I can only imagine it wasn’t very pleasant. Squeaky clean, we spent the rest of the day reading and swimming on the beach while fending off vendors plying their wares on the sand.  
Vietnam's very own Sweeney Todd!
Our 3rd and last day brings us to now. Another early morning swim beginning the last day of our 1st full month on the road! The experiences remain amazing, but we’re starting to look forward to unpacking our suitcases for longer than a few days now. Just a few more stops before we do… J

Lots of love to all and see you soon!
xx


Easy riders...the best way to get around Vietnam
 Museum of Cham Sculpture in Danang
Emperor Who?
Another ele

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Goooood morning, Vietnam!


Sitting on a night train from Saigon to Danang, half way up the Vietnamese coast. A massive leg-eating cockroach has just run past Pete’s foot leading us to recall a few odd things that have happened in the last few days. Things we never thought we would do, see, hear or say….

1.      Hear no evil
-         Our grumpy tour guide on a day trip through the Mekong Delta: “We go sticky together. I no lose you!”
-         Same guy: “Pleeees keepa jor hands insida da boat for da rocodi.” (We presume he meant crocodile, but can’t be sure.)
-         Heard of, but yet to be seen: Fertilized duck eggs. A lucky dip of a snack as you don’t know what stage of development the duck embryo might be in before you get it. Apparently it adds just the right amount of crunch! Yum yum!!
-         The Easy Rider motorbike taxi driver who heard we were from SA: “Ahhhh, you have wuwuzela in Soud Aaaafriga!”
-         Waiter at a restaurant in Hoi An: “How are you? I’m fi, I’m six, I’m sewen…”???
-         The blaring sound of Saigon’s second language…hooters!!!
Easyrider on our way to Hoi An!

“Pleeees keepa jor hands insida da boat for da rocodi.”


2.      See no evil
-         The INSANE traffic in Saigon/Hoh Chi Minh City where walking fast across the road will definitely get you killed. The slower you go the better chance you have of the moped hordes seeing and missing you. At one point today we were stuck in the middle of the road surrounded on all four sides by screaming motorbikes. Pete says he prefers being surrounded by barracuda. I’d have to agree.
-         Cobras and scorpions preserved in rice wine for sale.
-         Heaps of fried tomato and onion crickets.
-         Tarantulas….Yup. Big, hairy, 8 legged buggers deep fried to a crisp!
-         Deep fried baby chickens, head, legs an’ all! Also deep fried and a rather suspicious shade of orange.
-    The 'boobi traps' which awaited American soldiers...they were not expecting a war like this!
-    'China Beach' - where the American GI's landed during the war, a 30km stretch of beach.

Anyone for a drink???

China Beach!

A camouflaged swing door trap...a soldier's nightmare! 
3.      Speak no evil
-         “Oh, balls!” Pete’s exclamation after being bombarded by the band West Life “once again my friend…” AGAIN!
-         Pete after an exceptional meal that included more than one local delicacy: “I have steamed catfish stuck in my teeth!”
Mmmm...catfish!
4.      Do no evil
-         Finding and climbing through the underground Cu Chi Tunnels used by the Viet Cong guerrillas in the Vietnam war.
-         Being unceremoniously shoved from our pavement dinner table by the restaurant hostess as beer is illegal past an imaginary white line that is strictly enforced by police. We were allowed to return after they had walked by so that’s good.
-         Tasting coconut candy toffees and honey tea made by the locals living on the islands in the Mekong delta.
-         Watching Pete help a lady unpack an entire restaurant from a small square trailer on the banks of a river while drinking the local brew, “Biere Larue”

Helllooo Cu chi!


Everything from a restaurant to a kitchen sink from this one trolley!