Sunday, January 30, 2011

Greetings from Fantastic Nepal!

Before we get into all this Nepal business, we wanted to tell you about our favorite people from Phnom Penh.

This is Ka, the manager of Sinh Foo Guesthouse where we slept in Phnom Penh. On our last night, Ka, Ty, and I went out dancing at the hottest Cambodian disco in town. We had a blast. On the day of our departure, the whole staff came out to wish us farewell. They gave us parting gifts including kramas and keepsake pewter Angkor boxes. Truly amazing people that we will miss very much. Thank goodness for Facebook right Ka!?

On one of our first days in Phnom Penh, this gentleman, like many others, tried to sell us some books. Like usual, we said no because of our tight budget. Regardless, each day, we were greeted by his huge smile, jokes, and attempts to sell us those books of his. Despite the fact that he spoke no English, we quickly became friends and even bought a book after we sold some that we had finished. He was delightful and had one heck of a sense of humor. Sometimes, he would sneak up on Ty and put his arms around her neck - BOO! At one point, he was really interested in an energy drink I was sipping called "Sting." I bought him one and popped it open for him. He did a little gig as his body began buzzing from the caffeine and sugar. It's safe to say he was a fan of the Sting!

On our last day, he pulled this photo from his bin and gave it to us as a little gift. We printed one for him too. One more big, warm, hug, and it was another sad goodbye. We'll miss his spirit, smile, and kindness.


This is Borey. He's the dude who took us to see the orphans. He was the first person in Cambodia to memorize our names. After a week of being out of town, we came back and he greeted us. "Hey Nick and Ty! Welcome home!"

He dug polo-style shirts, so I gave him my orange Express polo. The next day he rocked it hard and looked better in it than I did.










We ate most of our meals at this place where we met Him. Him always greeted us with a smile and a handshake as we walked past. If it wasn't busy while we ate, he sat and talked with us. We gradually became his "brother and sister" from America. He too gave us a picture of himself before we left. He told me, "I've never had a brother, I'm very happy to have one now, and very sad that you leave."

Him is learning English from a poorly written book he bought from a language school. We offered some free lessons, but he works 7 days a week and about 14 hours a day, sleeping at the restaurant at night. No time for English lessons! We'll miss you Him.


This is Srun. I often drank my morning Red Bull while sitting in his parked tuk tuk and we had some laughs and talked about family. He had a pretty brilliant sense of humor and liked Ty and I even though we didn't really use his services. Sorry Srun!

The people of Cambodia, more than anything, made it one of the most wonderful experiences we've ever had. Someday, we hope to return and visit our friends again.


By the way, it may please some of our readers (cough, Karalyn and Claudette) that a unanimous decision was made by our Cambodian friends that we're not allowed back in the country without a baby Andersen in our arms. We'll see what we can do guys!

One final tuk tuk drive with our friend Leang and we were off on a 1 hour flight to Bangkok for a 12 hour layover. Sleeping in the airport chairs wasn't that bad! We felt like Tom Hanks in that one movie everyone forgot about.




Our first glimpse at the Himalayas! YES!










From the moment we stepped off the plane, Kathmandu was sensory overload. It made Ho Chi Minh City seem like a walk around the Mill Creek Town Center. So many new things that we didn't understand to see, hear, and smell! Motorbikes, micro-buses, cars, taxis, rickshaws and pedestrians all jostling for space within the same narrow streets.


Kathmandu is an explosion of color. Prayer flags, rainbow facades, flowers on ornately decorated rickshaws and a myriad of shops selling yak's wool textiles spanning the entire color spectrum. WOW. We can't believe we haven't been hit by a car with so much to look at, be distracted by, and wonder about.



Kathmandu is the most ethnically and religiously diverse (and tolerant) places we've ever been. There are hundreds of religious sights sprinkled throughout the city. In many areas Buddhist monasteries and stupas mingle with Hindu shrines in the same area. Also, there is a small Muslim presence near India and Shamanism is practiced in the mountains!

The colorful patches hung from the stupa are prayer flags; they are all over Kathmandu. It is believed by Himalayans that the wind will blow the flags and spread compassion, blessings, and goodwill. Eventually the prayers fade and become part of the universe. At that point they are replaced with new prayers.






Walking around Kathmandu is a non-stop adventure for the eyes and spirit. We've met several people that are Hindu by religion but practice Buddhism. Buddha is not a God and Buddhism is not a mono-theistic religion; instead it is considered by many to be simply a philosophy and a way of living. So far, people have been very gracious with their willingness to teach us and answer our many questions about the things we see.










Hindus are often seen sporting tikas, a symbol of blessing from the gods; they represent the omniscient 3rd eye.

Traditionally, they're given by Sadhus (Hindu holy men). In Kathmandu, tourists are often stamped with one and then expected to pay a tip. Ours was free and applied by a citizen in a gesture of friendliness. I think we look kind of spiritual in them personally.



As our budget dwindles, our willingness to try various cheap street food expands. This particular dish, although we never learned the name, was dang delicious. Kathmandu is much, much more expensive than we thought, so scoring lunch for less than a buck was a revelation. Nice.















We almost consumed our entire lunch before noticing this creature awkwardly ogling up at us. How do you eat an entire meal and not notice such a strange goat?










This is a Buddhist monastery adjacent to a nunnery. We thought the building was beautiful.

At the base there, you can see the round mandala paintings. We wandered in and received an impromptu detailed lesson on the significance of the various styles from one of the novice art students.






So, along with expensive food, the occasional beer has also been eliminated from our list of indulgences. We were happy to find this cheap local substitute called tongba.

How it works: you get a tube filled with dry fermented millet grain, and then you pour boiling water over it releasing flavor and a little bit of alcohol. It tastes a touch like hot sake and hits the spot when the nighttime temperature dips to around freezing.











Tea and tongba are real lifesavers in chilly Nepalese restaurants!










On our second day in the city, we made the journey by foot out to Swayambhunath Stupa (a.k.a Monkey Temple). Along the way we noticed quite a few cows casually sauntering about the streets (I've never seen cows in the city). In a land where cows are worshiped and not consumed, these girls have it pretty good!







Swayambhunath Stupa in the distance.

We wondered if the temple would live up to its namesake and actually have a monkey or two. Also, we weren't sure if we could shake off our two weeks worth of Phnom Penh lethargy and physically make it to the top! It was just as far as it looks.












Along the way, were were rewarded with some expansive views of huge Kathmandu.















And then, more stairs. Now I know what you're thinking, can we please have another fascinating video of you guys climbing stairs?

The answer is lamentably, no. I'm sorry to let you down.








It was worth the climb. And true to it's namesake, alas, there were monkeys. Lots and lots of monkeys.









Unlike the furry-jerk Vietnamese variety at Monkey Island, these dudes at Monkey Temple were a little less hopped up on beer and caffeine and consequently a little more docile.

They preferred oranges to suds and seemed to be slightly pacified by the tranquility of the temple.






I'm not kidding about the oranges. Professional voice over courtesy of yours truly.




I hate to say it, but I kind of fancied them cute. This, in no way, is a retraction of my earlier sentiments. I still find most of them to be quite cheeky, high strung, and frankly, arrogant.











Buddha's three eyes (the third symbolizing the insight of Buddha) are painted on the stupas to look out into the world from all four directions. The swirl under the eyes is the Nepali number ek, meaning "one" and symbolizes unity.

Depictions of these Buddha faces on stupas are found all over Kathmandu.












More monkey pics. These guys pretty much own the place and they know it.



























Never underestimate the power of familial bonds. Tim, Chris, will you eat the bugs out of my hair?












































This picture was taken before an all out gang-style turf war ensued. Hooting, hollering, barking, gnashing teeth and all. Quite the ruckus.















I really am a slow learner aren't I?














Remember the cute little scooters in Thailand? The Nepalese blast through town on these beasts - they don't drive slowly and they're not afraid to use those horns.

Many are equipped with burly metal grills that we can only assume are pedestrian bumpers.





More of these crazy cows. They graze not on fields of grass, but on heaps of garbage.
















We leave you with the "Peace Pond" at the base of the monkey temple. This was found next to the designated monkey swimming pool (I'm not kidding) of the same shade. I have no idea how it retains this particular shade of jade and I wasn't exactly tempted for a refreshing dip, but I can still appreciate the message!

We're having an invigorating time here in Kathmandu so far; it's been a mind blower and we already have more stories and pictures for the next blog! We can't wait to share it all with you!

Kathmandu is so fascinating, that we'll probably stick around for another week or so to explore the valley and some smaller surrounding areas. We're hoping to learn more and meet more enlightened cats to help us understand this complex and fascinating city. After that...who knows.

We hope everyone is doing well at home. Please don't hesitate to email us and tell us how you're doing as we haven't heard from many of you lately and Skype is sketchy at best. We miss everyone dearly as usual!

Nick and Ty

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Crabby in Kratie

As I sickly sleep away the afternoon, Nick attempts to organize our trip out to see the Irrawaddy river dolphins in a little town called Kratie (Krat-CHEH). First its downstairs to buy our bus tickets from reception. The receptionist assures Nick it will be a "VIP" bus, complete with a toilet. Nick taps the picture on the little yellow bus ticket and asks again if our bus will match the one shown. "Yes, yes. Same, same."

Bus ticket obtained, Nick searches for a guesthouse. Apparently none of the guesthouses take advantage of online booking so after an hour or so of scouring, Nick sacrifices the two bucks for a Skype call. Two hostels are full. I wake up as he's calling the third, which happens to be the one with the best TripAdvisor reports.

"Hello, it's nice to finally get a hold of someone. When will you have a room available?"

"I don't know. Probably tomorrow night."

"We tried booking online but that wasn't possible. Can I reserve a room over the phone please?"

"I prefer not to take reservations over the phone because people flake out."

"My wife and I are 31 years old. We've already bought our bus tickets. We're responsible people and we can assure you we'll show up. Are you sure you can't make an exception, please?"

"I really prefer not to. There are other places to stay."

Helpful guy. If you ever get a chance to stay at "The Balcony" in Kratie, don't. We will just have to search for a place when we get there. But first we have a bus ride.

We wake up at 4:30am to pack our bags. We're facing an "eight hour" bus trip from Siem Reap to Kratie. We are to be picked up from our hotel at 5:30. Reception calls us at 5:15, "You check out today?"

"Yep."

Another call at 5:28. "Can you hurry up? The bus is waiting for you."

"Yep." We hurry to the "bus station" (parking lot) where we find that "the bus" (mini van) waiting for us is already packed full of people.

Nick and I squeeze into the last two available seats. I'm in the back row with a full-grown family of three from the states and Nick is directly in front of me in the slanted seat that folds out to fill the aisle. Our bags and the hatch-style trunk is secured by bungee, leaving the trunk open about eight inches. It seems we're ready to leave. The trunk is full, the 12 seats (including the driver's seat) are already crammed with 17 people. The Americans next to me are extremely worried about the safety of the van holding this many people, and at one point try to provoke a "mutiny." Another person boards our bus. Eighteen people, yet we continue to wait.


It appears we're finally ready to leave. The driver pulls out of the driveway and onto the street. And stops. We wait.

Nick, asks the driver if we're waiting for more people, and how long before we switch to the bus in the little yellow picture. "One more person" they tell him, and "2.5 hours." We continue to wait.

At 7am, our "6 o'clock" bus is ready to go after three people who kept us waiting (employees of the bus company) finally pile in. Four in the front seat including the driver. Nine in the front row: four facing backward; five facing forward. Three in the second row, and four in the last row. Now you might be saying but Ty, 4 + 9 +3 +4 = 20. Where's the last person? The 21st passenger (the guy wearing a blue denim shirt pictured above) is standing on the rail at the back of the van. Yes, his body is outside, and he tucks his head inside with the luggage, his arms grabbing at bags and bungees to hold on. He stays this way for the duration of our minibus trip.

After more than four hours of speeding, narrowly missing cows, proper-sized buses, and motorbikes, and being stopped by cops at a road block, we pull up to a depot with a bus waiting. Yes! Nope, not ours. We're told to wait ten more minutes; our bus is coming. Ten more minutes turns into twenty more minutes, twice. In just under an hour we board our bus, and there are no seats. We stand until the next town, which we're told is only "ten minutes" away.


We do finally get seats, but our bliss doesn't last long. Our bus breaks down three times on what's supposed to be a 5 hour ride. The bus overheats, they kill the air-conditioner, we overheat, and then they pull over to fix the problem.

They go about fixing the bus with the aid of some tools: a discarded water bottle, a couple wrenches, and a stick that they appear to be whacking the engine with...

An hour later we're back on the road. Ten minutes after that, we pull over at our scheduled "lunch" stop.

Maintenance and organization are clear priorities for this bus company.

We arrive in Kratie around 5:30, three and a half hours later than intended. We are hungry and dirty. We strap on our front packs and backpacks and walk first to the infamous "Balcony Guesthouse." Surprise, "all full."

We walk the river front, where some hotel employees shout the above two words from their doorways saving us a trip to the door. We finally find an overpriced riverfront room, but we're beat and it will do.

By this point Nick is on a good one. He's ranting about the bus company and the owner of the Balcony Guesthouse. He's vowing to write negative TripAdvisor reports for both companies and to contact our hotel in Siem Reap to advise them against selling those bus tickets. First, though, he wants a shower. And a toilet.

From the other room I listen to him. "Why is there no towel rack? Where do they expect you to put a towel? Why are there wires hanging out of the bathroom wall!?" The final straw...

While rinsing the conditioner out of his hair he notices the worst design flaw in the bathroom. The toilet will have to wait.
















He then can't help but notice how our river front view is obstructed by Alcatraz-style bars.

"I feel like I'm in prison!!!"

I told you he was on a good one.







I encourage him to take a different perspective. The view's really nice when you move much, much closer to the window.

He "reserves the right to be in a bad mood," and proceeds with emailing our previous hotel and the owner of the Balcony Guesthouse. At 7:30 Nick finishes the letters and we are starving. I close the door to our room and realize I have forgotten to push down the button on the door nob to lock it. I am not surprised to find that although not locked, the door will not open. Two hotel workers and another stick later, it's open. In order to "check the door," I head inside with one hotel worker, and Nick stays outside the room with the other. The door gets closed again, and stuck again. Minutes later we're freed from the room and it's clear to all that a new door nob is in order. Nick's mini-tantrum boils on.

After a good night's sleep the previous day's frustrations have softened enough to joke about them as we walk around the dirty, dirty, streets of Kratie.

Notice the kid on the motorbike. This is the typical riding style for the little ones. BTW, Cambodia has officially broken our most-people-on-a-bike record. Five!





Helping out the big boys. I don't think this little guy owns a Playstation 3.










There is rubbish everywhere. The food stalls on the riverfront toss their garbage over the wall to the riverbank below. Why are the dolphins endangered?
















Launching point to go see some Irrawaddy dolphins (not to be confused with the dolphin / kangaroo hybrid in Corey Klier's twisted imagination - the Dolpharoo).









Cambodia's Mekong River is one of the best places in the world to see these unique freshwater Irrawaddy dolphins. Unfortunately their numbers have dwindled from thousands to only 75 in the past decades. An alarming number of calves have been found dead for inexplicable reasons (could it be the pollution?).

They are elusive little buggers and have learned to stay away from the boats, following years of being hunted. When we're lucky enough to be near them, it's not for long. They don't pose for pictures.


Despite being shy here, this species has proven to be quite intelligent and helpful:

In a section of Myanmar’s Irrawaddy River, the dolphins are known to fish cooperatively with humans, herding fish schools toward the fishermen where they are easily caught in cast nets. The practice benefits the fishermen—increasing the size of their catches up to threefold—as well as the dolphins, which fill their own stomachs on the cornered fish and those that fall out of the fishing nets.
-www.wcs.org

















Irrawaddy dolphins look nothing like Flipper. They have virtually no "beak" or snout, and a tiny dorsal fin. The folks at http://marinebio.org/species.asp?id=341 captured a great face shot.


Our videos:





We return to the hotel and opt to explore Kratie by bicycle.


























































"A pretty province spanning the Mekong...Kratie is a lively riverside town with a rich legacy of French-era architecture...a thriving travel hub." -You guessed it, Lonely Planet. Man, we love these guys.






































With it's empty streets Kratie looks like a giant, filthy Monopoly board, complete with waterworks, department of tourism (wanna buy a hotel?), and a post office.






















This school reminds us of another former school, the Toul Sleng prison in Phnom Penh. Class is in session now. This must be what Toul Sleng looked like before being converted by the Khmer Rouge.
























The beauty salon and the "hand in your weapons" people use the same artist.


























Kratie encompasses old and new. Horse-drawn carts, bicycles, motorbikes, cars and trucks all share the road.























We now sit in our windowless room in Phnom Penh, listening to the pitter-patter of tiny rat feet in the ceiling above our bed. Our goal here is to save some money for our trip to Nepal in a few days. We are looking forward to the exercise that Nepal has in store, but are dreading the freezing temperatures after seven months of extreme heat. Most exciting is the chance to learn about entirely new cultures and customs.

We'll miss you Cambodia.

Love,

Us