• There and back again

    There and back again

    Well I'm well and truly back home.  In fact, I've been back for over 2 years.  I recently updated the underlying technology of this blog and gave it a sweet redesign so I thought I'd write this post so sum up the last bit of my trip.

    So, it was a fairly straight forward train journey up to Amritsar.  Got nice digs, stayed for a day or 2 (can't quite remember) managing to take in the beautiful Golden Temple then hot footed it to the bus station all set to catch a ride to Dharamsala.  The bus journey was arduous due to bad traffic about half an hour away from our final destination but we got there in the end. On arrival I quickly found someone to share a taxi up to Mcleod Gange with and got a room.  I then proceeded to be ill for the next 3 days.  I seem to remember that by this point I'd really got quite used to being ill a lot and it didn't cripple me as much as it might have done 4 or 5 months earlier. 

    After spending a few days right in the centre of Mcleod Gange I made the enlightened move to Bagsu. Here I spent what might be the best 2 weeks of my entire trip. Each day I spent 3 hours doing Yoga with Ohmka on the roof top of the guest house I was staying in. I found fantastic places to eat and enjoyed strolling round hills. I was very settled here, I seemed to need less of everything.  I guess it was the yoga.

    I befriended a couple of Tibetan refugees; Gendan and Lobsang. They showed me some sights including Norbulingka where I got to see and touch, amongst many other things, the Dalai Lama's toilet, lovely. One afternoon, with Gendan and Lobsang, I went to a local makeshift cinema to see the awe inspiring Baraka. Amazing to see such a beautiful film in such a wonderful place. When we emerged from the cinema we found very broody skies and it looked like it was going to throw it down so I started to hot foot it back to Bagsu. As I sped up the road the heavens opened and the thunder and lightening commenced. My first Himalayan thunder storm is something I'll never forget. Sat on my balcony watching the forks strike the ground in the vast landscape of the foothills was really quite breathtaking.

    While in Dharamsala I also, for the first time in years, spent easter sunday morning in a church. It was the Church of John the Baptist just below the village of Mcleod Gange. It was quite an interesting service.  The priest took the opportunity to spread the story and the cause of his church rather than preach the gospels. It seems he had found the church in a somewhat abandoned state and had spent lots of time and effort reclaiming the building from the undergrowth.

    After that it was time to leave. I caught a bus all the way back to Delhi where I had a couple of days to shop and prepare myself for re-entry into north of England life.

    What a trip it was and I hope it has broadened my world in all the ways travel can do. Back to India one day? We'll see ;)

  • What I read on my trip to Asia

    What I read on my trip to Asia

    Reading seemed to form such a large part of what I did while I was away that a list such as this seems warrented.

    A short history of nearly eveything – Bill Bryson (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Chronicles (Volume 1) – Bob Dylan (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Galileo’s Daughter – Dava Sobel (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Cosmic Triggar (Volume One) – Robert Anton Wilson (View at amazon.co.uk)
    The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Siddhartha – Hermann Hesse (View at amazon.co.uk)
    The Buddha of suburbia – Hanif Kureishi (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Northern Lights (His Dark Materials Trilogy) – Phillip Pullman (View at amazon.co.uk)
    The Black Album – Hanif Kureishi (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Midnight All Day (Short stories) – Hanif Kureishi (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Jitterbug Perfume – Tom Robbins (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Midnights Children – Salman Rushdie (View at amazon.co.uk)
    If You Meet Buddha on the Road, Kill Him – Sheldon Kopp (View at amazon.co.uk)
    The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho (View at amazon.co.uk)
    The Last Continent – Terry Pratchett (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Interpreter of Maladies – Jhumpa Lahiri (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Holy Cow – Sarah MacDonald (View at amazon.co.uk)
    The God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Myths and Legends of India – J. M. Macfie (View at amazon.co.uk)
    An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth – Mahatma Gandhi (View at amazon.co.uk)
    The Celestine Prophecy – James Redfield ()
    Even Cowgirls Get the Blues – Tom Robbins ()
    The Prophet – Khalil Gibran ()
    The Body (Short stories) – Hanif Kureishi (View at amazon.co.uk)
    The Invisibles – Zia Jaffrey ()
    Love in the Time of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez ()
    Being Indian – Pavan K. Varma ()
    Jonathan Livingston Seagull – Richard Bach ()
    Untouchable – Mulk Raj Anand ()
    The Pilgrimage – Paulo Coelho ()
    The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain ()
    The Name of the Rose – Umberto Eco ()
    Making History – Stephen Fry ()
    Longitude – Dava Sobel (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Villa Incognito – Tom Robbins ()
    Illusions – Richard Bach ()
    Jingo – Terry Pratchett (View at amazon.co.uk)
    Freedom in Exile – The Dalai Lama (View at amazon.co.uk)

  • Quick update

    Quick update

    Am in Delhi again waiting for a couple of things to be sorted before I can move along. Varanasi was OK. I was a bit worried about going to Varanasi for some reason so I had booked my ticket out of there before I'd even arrived. Also I'd elected to stay away from the ghats as these ares have a reputation for being dangerous, particularly at night. As it turns out 2 days was not really enough and having not spent that much time around the ghats at night I ended up finding this bit of the town to be the most peaceful and tranquil. Well next time, if there is a next time, I'll spend more time in Varanasi. The highlight was getting up at 4 one morning to catch the rising sun over the Ganges on a rowing boat. So beautiful it was.

    As you may have noticed my plans have changed somewhat. After realising that I had a week less than I had originally thought my options seemed severely narrowed. I was in Rajasthan and wanted to see Varanasi, Nepal and the Indian part of the Himalaya. I decided to drop the Nepal bit for this reason:

    The political parties and Maoists have agreed on a program of street agitation in Kathmandu from 6 - 9 April 2006, which is likely to include large rallies, demonstrations and a shut-down (on 8 April 2006) of the capital (see Local Travel). You should be careful if traveling in Nepal during this period, expect disruption to your journey, and avoid demonstrations and large gatherings of people.

    Quoted from FCO website Click here (FCO article)

    Maybe that was a little over cautious of me but at the time I was looking for ways to cut down my itinerary and this provided an excuse to cut Nepal out. I had also spoken to many Indians about Nepal, many of which said it is safe and many of which said it is not.

    Next stop is Amritsar, should be leaving tomorrow night. I have just less than 3 weeks of traveling left before I need to be back in Delhi to prepare for my trip back to the UK.

  • 4 weeks left!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    4 weeks left!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Well here I am sat in another of India's scuzzy cess pit towns, Allahabad not far from Varanasi. By this time tomorrow I'll be in Varanasi and by Wednesday morning I'll be back in Delhi, nearly ready to embark on the last leg of my trip which will take place in northern India. Since my last post I have spent a week in Pushkar, a night in Agra on my way to Khajuraho where I spent 3 nights. Then I moved on to Chikrakut for a couple of days before arriving in Allahabad yesterday.

    Pushkar was a wonderful week. For rupees 100 per night I had a clean room with a double bed and shared bathroom. My room opened out onto a rose and papaya tree garden and room service was provided. This made waking up in Pushkar everyday for a week an untold pleasure. Twas wonderful to fall out of bed into the beautiful sun soaked garden and be fed chai on request. Pushkar itself has a wonderful atmosphere. My only regret was that I was there alone. That didn't matter too much, there are plenty of people to talk to in Pushkar.

    Moving on, I knew what to expect from my one night in Agra having been there already. The journey to Khajuraho was a bit tough. The first half, train to Jhansi was a piece of cake but the second half, bus to final destination was a bit of a nightmere. I was sat next to this indian psycho who wouldn't let up for most of the journey even though we had established that we didn't have a common language and therefore couldn't speak to each other. I thought he was gonna get violent eventually. He didn't thankfully. I wasn't the only victim. He had 2 Japanese women close to tears for a good chunk of the journey, it was all rather horrid really. Of course all the other Indian males on the bus thought it was hilarious, wankers. It did make me wish that I was making more effort with my Hindi so I could tell him to fuck off more effectively.

    Anyway, Khajuraho was a bit shit. The temples with the occasional Karma Sutra depictions are wonderful. There aren't many dirty carvings though, maybe 1 in a hundred. I feel all templed out in many ways at the moment, I've seen so many in the last 6 months. I was only really interested in the Khajuraho temples because of the Karma Sutra depictions and was disappointed that there weren't more (te he). Having said this, of all the ancient temples I've seen, the ones in Khajuraho are probably in the best nick. The reason Khajuraho was a bit shit is that it's off season there. This means that I was one of the few tourists and while this is good when viewing the temples, its shit when walking around the town because it meant that every shop owner, rickshaw wallah (rickshaw wanker more like) and scamster was on to me and when the tourists are few, their resolve to not take no for an answer is all the more deeply held.

    Chikrakut was interesting. They don't get many non indian tourists there. The indian tourists that are there are really there as pilgrims. Chikrakut is said to be the place where Vishnu, Bramha and Shiva took their incarnations or to but it another way, were born. It's also the place where Rama and Sita went after Rama's father banished Rama from Ayhodhya. Cant remember why Rama's father banished him from Ayhodhya, I've read the story. It was probably at the rediculous request of some Brahmin. Anyway Rama is an incarnation of Vishnu and in Chikrakut Ram as he is referred to is worshipped heavily. There are several things to do as a pilgrim in and around Chikrakut. One of them, which I did is to walk around a local mountain that I think represents Ram. Its a 5 KM walk and is done bare foot. Monit, the chap I did it with (originally from Delhi. Says he's in Chikrakut because he's a bit mad and wants to concentrate on god. I think he just wants to smoke more chillum in the country air) does it 3 times a day. He believes it gives him power. I kinda wish I'd have stayed in Chikrakut a little longer and got to know Monik a bit more.

    Like I said, now I'm in Allhahabad. By the way. Allhahabad's special feature is the fact that the rivers Ganges and Yamuna (and the entirely imagionary Saraswati) converge at this point. I think this is where the Kumbh Mela event is held. I went to see the convergence today and like pretty much every other inch of india that I have seen, it's just a desolate waste land where people shit and drop litter.

    Home in 4 weeks, big up the mountains!!

  • I hate having to think of titles to posts!!!

    I hate having to think of titles to posts!!!

    Another post so soon? Well it's a bit of a slow day. I'm still in Jaipur, off to Pushkar tomorrow I hope. I haven't done everything I wanted to from Jaipur. I didn't make it to Balaji. I did see Amber fort (today), the museum, the city palace and the observatory. All these things are royal attractions. To be honest, I'm finding that I'm not at all interested in royal things, they bore me, they always have. This is helpful as it means that I can pretty much exclude these types of things from the rest of my trip. I haven't enjoyed Jaipur that much, it's ok. The food here hasn't been great (I'm sure there's great food if you know where to look), Jaipur a very busy place with lots of traffic and the usual array of beggars, rickshaw drivers and general hawkers constantly hassling. here is probably not the best of places to have made my first destination after the preceding few weeks. After 5 days here and before that 8 days in Delhi, I have high hopes for Pushkar's calming tranquility.

    I have been reading a book of abridged and translated versions of some of the legends told in some of the holy books of Hinduism. I have to say that this line of enquiry into the religion has led me to like the religion less and less. It is sooooo sexist. It is not at all surprising that with Hinduism as one the building blocks of Indian society, India suffers from a deeply ground in backwards attitude towards the sexes and what roles in the family and in society people are allowed to fulfill. In addition to this, in tales of great devotion, the devotee (usually a man) will carry out a great deed in honour of a god. He might stand on one leg for a thousand years whilst reciting devotional mantras or sacred texts. I think in all the cases that I have read the man (usually, probably always actually, his wife is probably along for the ride so he has someone to massage his feet and wipe his brow as he toils) does this to bring to himself great power. In many cases this power is unleashed in some horrible act of revenge against man, beast or god. This does not fit in well with my conditioned idea of what kinds of ideals a religion ought to promote, not a religion as such but give me Buddhism any day of the week. My last point about Hinduism is that so many of the tales seem to have the moral that:

    a) You should never kill a brahmin.
    b) You should never argue with a brahmin.
    c) YOu should give cows to brahmins.
    d) Brahmins are absolutely top and know everything and are as gods

    Hmmmmm. I wonder, did brahmins write these texts?? Well, yes, it seems they did. So, as it stands, I'm not about to become a massive Hindu zealot. What am I to do with my Om and Ganesh t-shirts???? (Actually, none of the stories I've read so far have said anything about Ganesh.) If I were to erect a shrine for me to focus such things as prayers on, it would probably comprise of statues of Buddha and Gandhi and maybe an ash tray full of Bob Marley's old spliff ends.

    I am starting to formulate a plan of what to do next, see list below:

    Pushkar
    Jodhpur
    Jaisalmer
    Udaipur
    Ahmedabad (Gandhi's ashram where he was resident)
    Nagpur (Not far from here, Gandhi's other ashram, can stay at this one)
    Khajuraho
    Varanasi (Oooooo, bombs at the station here recently apparantly)
    Bodhgaya
    Kathmandu
    Pokhara
    Amritsar
    ..... some places in the mountains .....
    Rishikesh
    Delhi
    Home

    I have less than 2 months to do the above so it's probably not all gonna happen. Anyway, prolly post again in Pushkar or summink ;~).

  • MASSIVE update (part 2)

    MASSIVE update (part 2)

    I'm currently sat in an internet cafe on the main Bazar of Paharganj in Delhi. In the morning I board a train to Jaipur. Audrey caught her flight yesterday morning so I'm on my own again. This post will summarise all my time in India so far. I had intended to produce it in bite size chunks but as my willingness to sit in internet cafe's is not what I thought it might be, I'd rather just spill the whole lot in one summary post.

    Before I go on I'd just like to say a little about Audrey. We have spent the last 2 months together and though we had many a good time it wasn't always so and it's been difficult for both of us. Audrey has suffered much illness including a 5 day stay in hospital. On top of that she has had to suffer some of my worst personality traits (and I hers). She has borne all of this on the whole with patience, grace and compassion. I'm not sure that I could not have borne a state of such unrelenting illness and not given it up and gone home. Audrey's perceptions on conditions in India have enabled me to think and understand more deeply about India and it's people than I might otherwise have done. I cannot really express properly on a public journal my gratitude toward Audrey for having given me the great honour of being my companion for a significant portion of my trip (just fumble my way through a few words such as these). All I can say is "Thank you so much sweet heart with love xxxx " { sicksicksickgagpukesorrysick}.

    Ok, the flight from Bangkok was fine and easy. I landed in Mumbai at around 10 or 11 PM and my taxi was waiting at the airport. I had a room booked and was taken straight there through the still pretty busy and noisy streets of Mumbai. I remember being struck by the Mumbai slums and the general smell of the whole city. The smell being very reminiscent of what can only be described as shit. My hotel was in the Colaba district. I spent the rest of the evening before sleep being constantly amazed at the fact that I was in India and excited at the fact that in about 24 hours I would be meeting Audrey at the airport.

    The next day I went out for a walk and managed to find a restaurant. I was too nervous to order food so initially just ordered Chai. The Chai was ok but not quite what I was hoping for. It was just sweet, milky tea with a tiny hint of extra spice (I have since realised that this is the norm and that for a spicy chai it is best to order Masala Chai). After watching others order food I plucked up the courage to order a Thali. The waiter was very helpful, I think he could see that I'd just got off the boat so to speak. The food was fantastic and I went back to that restaurant many times when in Mumbai (in fact Kamat Restaurant on Colaba Causway is still my favourite restaurant in India). Audrey's plane arrived that evening without too much delay. We spent the next 4 or 5 days in Mumbai visiting various things and just getting used to being in India.

    After Mumbai we visited Matheran for a few days, a peaceful, cool rest from the filth heat and noise of Mumbai situated in the mountains of Maharashtra. From there we visited the Ajanta caves stopping off at the towns Aurangabad and Jalgaon. The Ajanta caves were a fatastic place to visit for an afternoon, having been in South East Asia for 2 months I felt right at home among all the Buddha images.

    Things were getting quite stressful so at this point we decided we needed beach life for a few days. We set off for Goa. This took a train to Mumbai and then another to Goa. We had selected Benoulim for its reported quietness as our first port. We spent about 5 re energising days there. Benaoulim is ok, there's not much there, it reminded me of being in a coastal, tourist town in southern Europe.

    Next we set off to Hampi. Apart from severe illness for both me and Audrey I really enjoyed Hampi. We stayed there for 17 days, saw some temples, climbed a big hill to a monkey temple (Hanuman) and spent the rest of the time sitting around soaking it up. I could go on and on but I'd rather just whizz though it all if you don't mind (as I'm sure you don't).

    After Hampi it was back to Goa to meet Dave and Emma in Vagator. This Goa leg was a little different than the last one and involved a 5 day stay in Hospital in Panjim for Audrey. Vagator is a little more representative of what I might have expected of Goa than Benoulim. Lots of young hip n trendy party goers and holiday makers line the sandy beaches while the headland is lined with shops selling trance pants and the like. We spent about a week here before Audrey's hospitalisation occurred. After Audrey was discharged we bussed it to Benoulim (not far from Margao, Goa's main train hub) to await the fast train to Delhi. At this point Audrey had about 9 days till her flight and wanted to spend that in Delhi.

    The shopping opportunities in Paharganj are something else. Paharganj has something on the Khao San Road in Bangkok in that unlike the Khao San Road there are more Indians doing their thing there than there are foreign tourists. During our stay in Delhi I managed to get some new specs, Audrey (like a kid in a sweet shop full of the best sweets ever) shopped till she dropped and together we managed a quick daytrip to Agra and the Taj Mahal. At lightening pace that's it! I have omitted so much. I have many reflections on India and on myself and all that to include in this blog at some point. I will try to write more in this vein in future posts as things come up.

    At the beginning of this post I stated that I was sat in an internet cafe in Delhi. It's a bit strange but now I've got to the end I find myself sat in one in Jaipur. Well there you go. I'm on my 2nd day in Jaipur. This afternoon I visited the pink city (another very busy area of another indian town with all the stench, hassle and dirt that I'm coming to expect) and the Central Museum. Tomorrow I intent to bus it to Balaji in the hope of seeing some possessed Hindus get exorcised on a big screen outside an exorcism temple. Sometimes I think that this travelling malarkey is just sick but if they're gonna erect a big screen.... Before I leave Jaipur in 2 or 3 days I hope to see the city palace, the observatory and a fort, maybe the one in the town or Amber fort not far away. After that it's off to Pushkar and maybe more regular postings on this here blog.

    Sorry for the whirlwind approach to the content of this post, I just can't be arsed going into tonnes of detail. Hope you're all wonderful, especially you Audrey (not that you ever read my blog ;~) ).

    xx

  • MASSIVE update (part 1)

    MASSIVE update (part 1)

    Of course I have tonnes to catch up on. Today is February 13th and the last time I posted was Christmas. I'm currently in Hampi, karnataka, India. I will be leaving tomorrow for a return visit to Goa to meet Dave and Emma for a few days.

    I'll be brief (spelling of place names likely to be total shite)...

    Left Sihanouk ville on the 27th December 2005. I would have left on the 26th if it were not for the massive hangover that I awoke with on boxing day. Christmas day turned out ok, I met some people from Leeds to share dinner with. The boat (sea) back to Thailand was cramped and hot and took 8 hours or so to reach the border. We (me and the 70 or so other westerners making exactly the same trip) crossed, used the usual set of dodgy transport to move through the stages of the border crossing then taxi'd it to trat. I was gonna get straight on the night bus to Bangkok. I didn't do this, I was shattered and decided to stay the night in trat. Next day I boarded the 5 or 6 hour bus ride to the Thai capital. This day was to be an epic in terms of miles traveled. I got to bangkok with the knowledge that the Krabi buses were leaving in 2 hours. After being told they were all full an apparent cancellation meant that I could travel as planned. Quick food and internet then on another bus. The journey took 15 hours (arriving in the middle of nowhere at about 6 AM).

    There were a few other people looking to get to Ton Sai beach so we all got together and chartered a long tail boat. The journey from Krabi town to Ton Sai beach was sublime. The Krabi coastline comprises of some of the most stunning natural beauty I have ever seen. We arrived at the beach to find that most of the rooms were full. There are many stories to be told here but i did say I'd be brief. I was lucky enough to end up with probably the last room on the beach. I stayed in that room for the next 8 days or so. I really enjoyed my time in Ton Sai. I spent lots of time with Sheldon (mentioned in last post) and Yin, fantastic people, well into climbing.

    New year was a blast. I spent it on ton Sai beach where though there weren't many people the atmosphere was warm and nice. Later on I went and investigated the green spirit party whatsit that I had been planning to go to since I was in england. I wasn't really into it. There was no chill out, the music was a little dull (all massive Israeli tunes) and I was on my own and a little drunk and in the dark. I resolved to get drunk and fall asleep under a tree till first light at which point I could get a tuk tuk and a long tail back to my beach hut. This I did and did not feel I had missed out on anything.

    I was back in Bangkok again by the 6th of January as my flight to india was on the 9th. My last few days in bangkok were fantastic. I spent time with pretty much all the people that I'd met on my trip that I would want to meet again, they all just happened to be in bangkok at the same time as me, twas wonderful.

  • Happy Christmas yer arse!

    Happy Christmas yer arse!

    As usual I have loads to catch up on. Tis Christmas Day today and I'm in Sihanoukville in south western Cambodia. This is the first beach destination of my trip and it's ok. I had expected to find a little party scene down here but it's just bars and alcoholics.

    It took two days to get to Siem Reap from Bangkok. There are quicker ways, the direct tourist bus for instance but these are notorious for scams of all kinds. I took a four hour or so public bus to the border crossing into Cambodia's Poipet. Poipet is not a place you would want to linger. Gambling is illegal in Thailand but not in Cambodia this means that the border towns on the Cambodian side have huge casino's (mainly Korean and Australian owned apparently). This is a very odd first look at Cambodia. Poipet is filthy, there are many beggars and the road is just a dirt track but lined with big, grand, fulla money casino complexes, the contrast is staggering.

    Once inside Cambodia travel options are limited. I had expected to be able to get a pick up truck type taxi where the cost is split between many passengers. This wasn't possible, I think it was a little late in the day. I ended up sharing a 3 hour car taxi ride to Batdambang with a German couple which cost $30 split three ways. On arrival I got a room for $5 (more than the guide books lead you to believe, it seems they've cottoned on to something in Cambodia as like Thailand and Laos, everything is more expensive than the guide book says it's going to be). The next morning I got up early and necked breakfast before boarding the boat to Siem Reap. The journey can apparently take anything between 5 and 8 hours. On that day, due to low water levels and a boat that wouldn't stay completely operational for more than an hour or so, it took 9. I managed to get a room at the guest house that I'd spotted in the guide book and hooked up with a moto driver who would give me a 3 day tour around the temples of Angkor.

    Siem Reap is just a big tourist town and isn't that interesting so it was good to be spending most of my days away from there. The three days I spent touring the temples were possibly the best 3 days of my trip so far. The temples were lost to the jungle for a very long time and it's hard to see how that could have happened to these huge constructions. It just goes to show how powerful nature can be. One of the temples in particular, Ta Phrom, is still somewhat covered by jungle. This one was my favourite. Angkor Wat, which is the biggest and highest of all the temples is a sight to behold. On the last of my three days I got up at 4:30 ish to have the chance to witness the sunrise over Angkor Wat. Unfortunately it was cloudy. It was well worth the early start though because though hundreds of people were milling about waiting for the same thing as me, when I went into the temple after the sun had come up there was almost know one else there and there was wonderful silence. I took lots and lots of pictures and next time I have picture resizing facilities I'll try to get some uploaded. There's loads more I could say about this bit of the journey like what it was like to hang out with a Cambodian for 3 days (his name was Tann and though he looked like a Siem Reap wide boy he was actually the son of a poor rice farmer (almost everyone seems to be a rice farmer) who spoke excellent English and was studying the history of Angkor so he could become a fully fledged tour guide, which will cost him $800 for some reason) or the number of beggars in Cambodia, or tonnes and tonnes more about the temples.

    Because of my intent to be in Sihanouk Ville for Christmas there was no time to spare so I boarded the next bus to Phnom Pehn. I met up with an Irish guy and 2 Canadians so the 6 hour journey was quite pleasant what with having someone to talk to n all. I was out of Phnom Pehn in less than 24 hours. I just had time to see the Tuol Sleng museum (formerly known as S21, Khmer Rouge death and torture camp which was a school before it was commandeered by Pol Pot) and the killing fields of choeung ek (Khmer rouge execution site about 15 km from the capitol, around 12,000 people died there 2000 of which were children, often new born babies). I had a really quite horrific 24 hours or so in Phnom Pehn. I didn't take any photographs in these places, it isn't something I would wish to remember in that way. Visiting these places is just depressing, there is no way of getting away from it. There is much I would like to know about the Khmer rouge era of Cambodian history but I don't feel able to discuss it with Khmers. The burning question for me is what happened to all the Khmer Rouge foot soldiers, all those people that were probably 'just doing their job'. It didn't happen that long ago and many of the hands on people in the Khmer Rouge were apparently children making them somewhere in their thirties now. There are many books on the subject and at some point I will read one or two of them.

    So that kinda brings us up to date. I've been in Sihanouk Ville for 3 days or so and I'm leaving tomorrow. The next plan is to get to Krabi province in Thailand to see if this 3 day new years party is gonna happen (this might take 3 days, one day to get back to Thailand mainly by boat, another to get to Bangkok and then another to get to Krabi). I'm a little apprehensive because I may struggle to get a room when I get there. When last in Bangkok I met a Canadian called Sheldon (Canadians travel!!! I have met sooooo many Canadians on my trip). He is somewhere in Krabi now and I'm hoping he'll be able to help me out if I'm stuck. I have his current address and he said he'd be happy for me to come a knockin on his door. So in conclusion I really like Cambodia and the Khmer people. Having visited Laos (though i didn't spend anything like long enough there to get to know the place at all really) and Cambodia I can now see how tacky and over developed Thailand is. I would go as far as to say that apart from the southern area (because I haven't been there yet), I don't really like Thailand that much. It's a bit of a relief to have realised that in many ways because I was getting worried that I just didn't have the right attitude or something. I did have many good times in Thailand but on the whole, for me, it's not a hugely interesting place to travel in alone.

  • Very bookish

    Very bookish

    Still in Chiang Mai, gonna collect my India visa tomorrow then off to Chang Kong. I have just found an area of Chaing Mai that I actually like, typical really as it's the day before I leave (and it's the kings birthday today which means everywhere is closed). It's a lesson learnt I guess. I gave up on Ching Mai after spending 3 or 4 non-consecutive days here.

    So not much going on so (as this is as much a record of my trip for me as it is a way of avoiding sending out tonnes of emails) I thought I'd blab on about the books that I've been reading as reading is what I'm spending nearly all my time doing. I'm carrying a hell of a lot of books around with me (5 lonely planets for instance) and spending a lot of money in bookshops (and getting ripped off by book sellers on trade).

    Lost this bit of this post for some reason. Ain't gonna type it all out again so here is a list:

    A short history of nearly eveything - Bill Bryson
    Chronicles (Volume 1) - Bob Dylan
    Galileo's Daughter - Dava Sobel
    Cosmic Triggar (Volume One) - Robert Anton Wilson
    The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
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  • I hate Chiang Mai

    I hate Chiang Mai

    Chaing Mai is shit.

    It's Thursday today. I applied for my India and Cambodian visas on Monday. I am collecting the Cambodia one tomorrow and the India one on Tuesday of next week so I'm stuck around here till then. I escaped Chiang Mai for a couple of days to a place called lampang but now I'm back because I got bored.

    I don't like it here, it's full of middle aged white men with egg on their t-shirts escorting or being escorted by infeasibly attractive young Thai girls. I'm about ready to drag one of those Tuk Tuk drivers out of his silly little hair dryer just so I can point out to him in no uncertain terms that if I suddenly get the urge to be taken for a ride (in more ways that one) then I'll be sure to flag down a taxi (not like our taxis, more like a cross between a tuk tuk and a mini bus) or tuk tuk and that there is no need for every tuk tuk driver in the city to ask me on a 2 minute rotation. No I still don't want a suit, I'm not planning on booking a trek, I'm not into lady boys (really I'm not) and your quaint local craft work is very lovely but you're the 50th woman in a silly hat to ask me if I'd like one or many of your bracelets or bags in the last half an hour.

    Wouldn't mind a massage though!

    That's better.... let it out Flanny.

    Na really, it's not that bad at all. I can handle all the hassle. I'm sure it'll be 10 times worse in India from what I've been led to believe. However, I do not like Chiang Mai. My extra long stay here might mean that I can do the monk/meditation thing that I think I mentioned in a previous post. I've just tried to book it over email so we'll see. Anyway, thanks for letting me vent, all seems lighter now ;~).