Hanoi and more

So now we have 4 days in Hanoi, we only planned on two, but since we opted to cancel the 30+hour bus ride from Laos to Vietnam the plane ride added some days to our schedule. We have intermittently visited Hanoi 4 times now, it is a hectic city, with millions of motor scooters, one for every 2 or 3 people in the city. Crossing the narrow streets is like a video game, the motor scooter barrage never ends and is likely to run you over rather than stop, all while many other pedestrians are also trying to do what you are. Be sure not to run into a street food vendor either.

We had a few goals while in Hanoi, see Ho Chi Minh, find the best bowl of pho we could, visit the Hanoi Hilton and come to a consensus on Vietnamese cuisine.

First off we set out with Nick and Julia the Aussies to visit Ho Chi Minh's shrine? grave? displaying case? whatever it was. We found the property and eventually the entrance after a 20 minutes walk from our Rising Dragon Hotel. From there we were funneled to the entrance, put in two lines and stripped of all our possessions before witnessing the embalmed and waxy looking Ho Chi Minh in a heavily guarded glass case. He looked fake, and a source informed us he is actually kept somewhere else, figures. It was a quick trip and closes everyday around noon.
We sampled some street pho, it was pretty good, nothing special yet.

The Hanoi Hilton is well known in America as being the jail which housed US soldiers during the Vietnam War, most notably Sen. John McCain. Visiting the jail was well, interesting. For most of it's existence the jail was used by the French to retain Vietnamese revolutionists, but during the Vietnamese war it earned it's nickname from Americans. The majority of the jail, now a museum and only a 1/3 of its original size focuses on the oppression of the Vietnamese by the French. When showing the history of its treatment of Americans by Vietnamese the propaganda painted a picture of well treated prisoners and "best possible living conditions" for US soldiers. BS, even from a Vietnamese tour guide who said he has spoken with John McCain and other US prisoners upon return a few years ago. Later that day we burned up time going to the movies and cruising around Hanoi's major mall. More pho, this time at a chain restaurant, better, but still nothing special. While street pho is around 25 cents, restaurant pho at a few dollars is about the same.

On the next day we set out on a tour guide trip to see "Ha Long Bay" of the land, essentially the same limestone phenomena but inland. We visited a few replica Wats first, then took a boat ride in pairs through the valley via a river bordered by rice farms. The whole operation was like a Disneyland ride, one boat being rowed by a Vietnamese woman that would pick up her passengers and then return to get the next couple waiting in line an hour later. There were hundred of boats along the river, the women wanted tips, had prearranged agreements with vendors to make us buy snacks and drinks for them and tried to sell blankets and tablecloths during the ride. When we got back to Hanoi we decided to celebrate our last night together by going to the best fine dining restaurant we could find. The place was elaborate, with ponds you walk through en route inside, and all kinds of great decorations and traditionally formal dressed waitresses. Even here, while the food was good, it failed to blow us away. Guess they just don't have it in Vietnam. On our walk back we experienced the country of Vietnam celebrating their SEA Games semi-final soccer victory against Singapore. The streets filled with motor scooter riders waving flags and soon a serious party was on. It was a fun sight to see and a definite highlight.

Eric and Brandon left early the last day to catch their flights while Amy and I were left behind to burn the entire day in Hanoi before our red eye flight to Seoul. We had seen it all, so the day was spent shopping around, not buying, just shopping. We ate lunch at a great euro style cafe on the same block as our hotel, the most expensive meals, but the best, especially the desserts (lemon meringue pie). Then it was on to the spa where I received a hot rock massage and Amy a facial. Still more time to burn, so it was back to the euro cafe for a great dinner (Asian pear tart with ice cream for dessert this time) before our chartered Taxi to the airport. Goodbye Hanoi.

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Sapa, Vietnam

Coming back from Ha long, we spent a few hours at our hotel in Hanoi before next setting off on the Oriental Express night train to Sapa, Vietnam. The nicest train we traveled on, we had our own private four bed cabin, equipped with a TV, nice and dare I say fancy beds and linens, and even some complimentary water and moist hand wipes. It was nice to relax, be comfortable and wake up at our destination after sleeping all night and not wasting a day to travel.

Sapa was cold, the air seemed clean and the mountain scape was worth the trip alone. However, this stop in Vietnam also had some of the best food options, friendly and compassionate guides and great accommodation. We stayed in an awesome small hotel looking out over the city booked through the tour company, with a room nicer than any we had stayed in so far on our travels. The whole Sapa visit package was a great deal in comparison to Ha Long, the included meals at the hotel's restaurant were great and we even got to stay with one guide and fellow tourists the entire time. Joining us for the visit was an Australian couple, Nick and Julia, who had also recently graduated from college and were on vacation from Sydney. We all got along great and did things together all day, whether or not they were with the guide or on our own time.

The first day we made a visit to the local market, got an up close and personal viewing of dog on the butcher table, horse and cow heads were also there too. All strange things aside, one vendor was actually selling live rainbow trout in a tank, he called them salmon though. Next we were off to hike down the valley through the terraced hillsides. Unfortunately we were not visiting during the growing season, the fields were muddy and wet, some being prepared for the next season this winter. Sapa has two growing seasons and supplies most of Vietnam with rice. During these seasons the scenery is either a vibrant green or a golden yellow, all set below the towering peaks above. It still was a beautiful place, and many of the people whom live in the valley are part of various local tribes. The river flowing through the bottom of the valley was grand, carving its way through boulder fields and running a translucent emerald color. Unfortunately a hydroelectric dam was in the process of being built, good for the local people, not so great for the future health of the river.

On day two we took another trip into the gorge, this time heading north to the head of the valley. We visited several villages, schools and tourist spots along the way before backtracking out and having Pho Ga (chicken soup) for lunch at a restaurant that featured a fresh litter of puppies that were scurrying around. There was also a litter born recently in a storage section next to our hotel, so we spent a lot of time watching and playing with the little guys in both locations.

That night we were taken back to train station, boarded the Oriental Express once more and said goodbye to our young, friendly, talkative and helpful guide. By far the best of the trip. At 5am we arrived in Hanoi, our friend from the Rising Dragon Hotel already outside our window as the train lurched to a stop. It was nice to not have to think about how to get back to our hotel without being ripped off at that time of the morning.

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Vietnam Follow-Up

HA LONG BAY

After spending one night in Hanoi at the Rising Dragon Hotel we left the next morning for 3 days/2 nights in Ha Long Bay, an anticipated highlight of the trip. The process of getting to our boat bound for Ha Long from our hotel was quite the complicated mess. The travel agency we were with booked through our hotel was friendly, but seemingly unorganized. The entire three day trip would be no different, with many boat, tour guide, and bus transfers, we never seemed to be with the same group of tourists the entire time...I guess a good way to meet lots of people though huh?

Once aboard our Junk, the Vietnamese version of a cruise ship, we sailed out into the geologic wonder that is the islands of Ha Long Bay. The scene is spectacular, with limestone islands shooting straight out of the jade water. The bay is vast and most of the trip involves steaming around and taking it all in. At least while on the boat you don't have to worry about being sorted like cattle. While the food was sub par, we were able to buy as many Oreos as we wanted from the floating concession stand ladies who rowed around the different inlets intercepting Junks as they stopped. We read, played Bananagrams and enjoyed some people watching, a group of loud and often intoxicated Malaysians were also on our boat. One day I took up the crews offer to go swimming and did a few back flips off the top level of the Junk into the cloudy, somewhat fuel stained ocean, entertaining the Malaysians and others on the boat, mostly because it was actually pretty chilly and high.

We did have two off boat excursions, one to a cement laden cave and the other to the largest island of Ha Long, Cat Ba. The cave was really impressive, well lit with multi-colored lights and sprinkled with penguin shaped garbage dispensers made it look a little silly, but what was most disappointing was the strange texture of the ceiling and other parts of the walls which we later found out to be sprayed cement, not natural as our guide had told us. Lacking authenticity would be a trend for the remainder of our time in Vietnam. Outside the cave was a beautiful bay, minus the collections of floating garbage and sickly water, wasn't this place supposed to be a national treasure/preserve? The Junks and their unique sails did however provide the imagery we had hoped for, even if it wasn't really that pristine. Cat Ba was bigger than I expected, taking about an hour on a bus to drive from one side to the other. In the middle of the island we stopped to climb to a highpoint and get some great views along with a few hundred other tourists. Later we had lunch and some time in Cat Ba city, nothing special, more greasy food and no Monkey Island for us, something we had hoped for but weren't going to see because we booked two nights on the boat instead of one night in the city in a hotel. Back to the boat, but not our boat first, a different Junk that would take us to our boat, we hoped. An hour later we boarded another junk and were met by a new tour guide and new passengers, but yes it was in fact our boat and our rooms still held our belongings. In the morning we headed back to port and more bus travel, bad restaurants and confusing organization in order to return to our hotel in Hanoi. Some sunny weather would have been nice on the trip to Ha Long, as well as clear and clean water.

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Steak & Eggs...and then some Spaghetti

On day 1 home from Asia I have been thinking about the foods I would like to have most. All of us are now interested in homemade spaghetti for dinner, after relinquishing our burger cravings in Luang Prabang at some fancy euro/american cafes. But before dinner, I am going to have steak and eggs with a side of tomato for breakfast, that and a large glass of orange juice. "Orange juice" in Asia is very, very sweet and more of a deep orange color, we are pretty sure they add syrup to it. It really doesn't hit the spot like good old California or Florida orange juice does. A large pizza sounds great too.

Nightmare Bus

After hearing tales of long, crowded and sketchy bus rides from Laos to Vietnam, we opted to purchase planes tickets for the last leg of our trip to Hanoi from Luang Prabang, Laos. In the end, we still got a taste of these "nightmare experiences".

The night before we left we booked a small mini-bus out of Luang Namtha to Luang Prabang, this option was more expensive than the public bus and was advertised as being 2 hours shorter. However, when our taxi driver dropped us at the bus station 10minutes outside of town he tried to purchase our mini-bus tickets from the ticket window, only to find it was sold out. They were supposed to be reserved, but in a place like this things tend to not work out like they should. We could have gone all the way back to town and demanded our money back from the travel agency, but we wanted to get going so we purchased the public bus tickets, got some money back and hoped for the best. Our journey was now slated for 8 hours. The public bus was old, probably from the 70's or 80's, windows were stuck open, the interior was cramped, but the tires looked sturdy. Something you need to consider when most of the roads are a patchwork of dirt, rock and asphalt. We boarded and actually got to have our bags kept in the back, not far from us and there was still quite a few empty seats. Within 10 minutes this all changed. The bus driver and two helpers stopped along the road for nearly anyone flagging them down and soon the bus was jammed. There was luggage everywhere, massive bags of rice, fresh produce, and lots and lots of people, we were the lucky ones who got to actually sit on seats! The bus helpers were constantly moving up and down the cramped walkway and even climbing out onto the roof to stash more luggage up top while the bus was tearing down the highway. The highway was probably only a lane and a half wide at the most, so calling it a highway is a stretch, but one of the only true roads in the north.

Passengers were squawking on phones, throwing up, eating and spitting onto the floor, throwing garbage out the window, trying to steal your seats. It was a scene. The driver took to the road like it was the Indy 500, making passes left and right, narrowly missing other cars and trucks. On one occasion we came around the corner and he had to slam on the breaks sending us sliding and tipping slightly before coming to a stop feet from a jammed road of logging trucks. The road trip surpassed 8hours and we were still far from our destination. Darkness came and luckily so did better road conditions, so we were able to finish the rest of the drive in 2 additional hours. I can't imagine doing that everyday, but that thought gave me some confidence in the driver, he must be really good by now.

Although 10 hours on this circus bus was not the best way to spend a day, we made it alive and took in some great country along the way. The landscape of Laos conjures up scenery shots from Vietnam war movies with hillsides containing a mosaic of rice fields and jungle, thatched bamboo huts and women and children out playing or working around the streets. There are some grand mountain ranges jutting out in the distances and I have a feeling the region looks the same as it did during the Vietnam war, but with motorized scooter bikes and power lines now thrown in.

Our destination, Luang Prabang, is a world heritage site, and even referred to as one of the jewel's of the orient. It is probably one of, if not the most pleasant city we have come across on our travels. Quiet, yet full of tourists, it has loads of great Asian and European cafes, classy hotels and guesthouses, friendly people and plenty to do. It sits on a peninsula between the Mekong and Nam Khan rivers and definitely has an "old world" European holiday feel to it. Quite the oasis for now.

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Welcome to Laos

Crossing the Mekong on a wooden boat for about 5 bucks, we left Thailand for Laos. The first "third world" country on our trip, and one of the 20 poorest nations on earth, Laos was destined to be a new experience. We took an evening bus for about 5 hours to the northern town of Luang Namtha. Not much of a city, the local economy was fueled by eco-tourism due to it's proximity to Nam Ha National Protected Area.

After finding a relatively brand new guesthouse to stay the first night, we signed up for a two day trek with a local guide company to experience the national park and spend a night in a local village within. Luckily we had a full day of rest and relaxation in between leaving for our trek and our arrival in Luang Namtha, because we would need it. Waking up early that day, Eric pulled out of the adventure after enduring a fever all night, and soreness from our mountain biking in Chiang Mai. Brandon once again remained behind, because he "had to work". Amy and I would be going alone.

Once we met our Laotian guide, we were quickly on our way, with a quick stop at the local market to buy ingredients for our meals. A fellow American joined us on our trek, a guy from San Francisco who had already been traveling for 11 months with his wife. They had been environmental city planners and decided they were tired of California and needed a break. Before coming to Asia they had spent 3 1/2 months in Eastern Europe and 3 1/2 months in South America. He had some great stories to tell and information to share having already been to China, Cambodia and Vietnam before Laos. His favorite location so far had been Argentina, specifically the Patagonia region. No where had he found a better steak, or scenery.

Driving down a dirt road paralleling a river, we arrived at the trail head about an hour after leaving Luang Namtha. There we met two local women who helped carry our food half way on the first day's trek. Passing between clear-cut areas for rice farms and jungle we slogged on in the heat of mid day. There was little humidity, but the steep hill climbs and temperature made me sweatier than I have been all trip. We stopped and enjoyed a nice authentic lunch on banana leaves at a farm hut around noon, after which the two women and their dog said farewell and left us to continue on our way to the village. The remainder of the hike was mostly in the jungle and continued up and down over mountains. Overall we travelled 24km the first day according to our guide.

Arriving in a larger village first, we bought a few more supplies and then continued on through some corn and rice fields to the small farm we would be staying overnight at. A fenced enclosure housed 4 buildings, all bamboo thatched style huts on stilts. This style of home makes up probably 90 percent of all buildings in Laos. With rice fields surrounding the property, the fenced in area was a bustle of farmyard animals. There were geese hissing and snapping at loud roosters, dogs chasing cats, pigs squealing and gangs of ducks chasing around solo chickens. It was very entertaining. As the evening passed, more animals began to show, dinner time was soon. After the mother of the village tossed out grain and vegetables the feeding frenzy began. Unfortunately for one of the ducks, it would have been best to skip the meal, because before he knew it he was being weighed and tied up, about to become our dinner. He was boiled and then plucked, and then taken to the river to be cleaned while we kept warm by the fire. The meal that night was interesting, and I don't think any Americans tried the blood and intestine soup, we were stuffed too full with rice anyway. The local people here push food on you, more and more rice even when you try your best to turn it down. It is especially tough when you are hiking. That night we all slept under mosquito nets in the family's main hut, on pads and with extra blankets, because it actually got pretty cold at night.

The next morning we were again stuffed with rice and noodle dishes before heading out to hike another 20km or so. This day was full of steeper ascents and descends, and the end seemed to never come. After reaching a relatively clear river, we bathed and soaked in the cool water before meeting a taxi to take us back to Luang Namtha. It was a fun adventure, a great way to see the countryside, but not the most comfortable few days, especially when it came to trying to keep all that rice down...

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Thanksgiving in Chiang Mai

One hour outside Bangkok via train is the city of Ayutthaya, a former Thai kingdom. We hired a Tuk Tuk driver for the day, and were off on a tour of some of the city's famous Wats. It was an easy and fun way to spend the day, and most of the Wats were spectacular. You could even view some of them on the back of an elephant, which we passed on. That night we were scheduled to take the sleeper night train to Chiang Mai at 9, so after eating dinner the Tuk Tuk driver took us to a pub/cafe to burn the remaining hours before our departure. Here we were met by a long haired Thai man who spoke great English, as well as a handful of other languages, and put on Nirvana in his Cafe because we were from Seattle. Jimi Hendrix also. He quizzed us about the US, knowing more than we did, and taught us some great bar tricks.

After arriving 2 hours late, our train finally made it and we were on our way to Chiang Mai.

Chiang Mai is in the northern part of Thailand, cooler and less humid it was a pleasant break from being sweaty 24/7. We stayed at a relaxing, helpful guest house on the edge of the interior city, that provided complimentary high speed Internet, wi-fi, toast and tea/coffee/hot coco. It was also very quite, and mostly unoccupied, had a lovely garden and relaxing outside lounge area. The owner called taxis for us, set-up our mountain biking and food course, as well as giving us discounts when he could. So on our second day, Thanksgiving, we took a Thai cooking course. We were picked up in the morning by our instructor, a young, pretty Thai lady and met the rest of our classmates back at the school. Two other Americans, on their honeymoon from Utah, were also in the course, making the Thanksgiving meal a little more family like. First on the agenda was a trip to the local market to learn about ingredients. This was followed by a tour of the school's own garden which contained their spices and peppers. Eric sampled "mouse shit" chilies straight from the vine, the chili Thai's use most to fire up their meals. Many leaves, basils, fruits and chilies were also sampled. Each of us then chose our 7 dishes we would be cooking, an appetizer, a soup, a stir fry, noodle dish, curry paste and curry dish as well as a tasty desert. There were soo many choices, but some of the highlights were spring rolls, tom yum soup, pad thai, pad sew uw?, green curry, red curry and the Chiang Mai khoa soy? curry. In the end, just like at Thanksgiving back home, we were all incredibly full and ready for some serious nap time. Eric and Brandon were hoping they could bring the lovely Thai teacher home with them, that way they wouldn't have to remember the recipes anyway, right? Plus she was funny and got a kick out of her own jokes, and telling us to "kill the little mouse shits!" when the chillies were to be smashed with a knife.

The next day we all enjoyed chatting with everyone back home on their Thanksgiving, before Eric I were picked up for a day of mountain biking. Amy had a spa day planned and Brandon worked. At the bike shop we selected some pretty beat looking downhill bikes, were given full body armor, a dinky little helmet and thrown into the back of a truck with a British kid and a French Mediterranean yacht captain (only 33 years old! what a life!) who had previously raced downhill bikes competitively back in Europe. The British kid had just quit his sales position and was traveling the world for a year with his girlfriend, and planned on seeing the Rocky Mountain region of the US in an RV next summer. He had also never been mountain biking before...

Between Eric, the French captain and myself we were not worried about the day ahead of us (no way it could be like Whistler..), Amy had also instructed us to be mindful of the lack of medical assistance. Oh how wrong we were. The upper trail through the national park was thick forest, narrow steep trail, vines, low trees and the riding was fast. The guides just kept going faster and faster and even the french racer was working to keep up followed by myself and then Eric. After the forest section we came to some very intimidating steep rock gardens, your only choice was to point it and lean far back on the bike. Going slow only led to gravity catching up with you. It was intense. An hour later we had successfully made it through the rock gardens from hell, success being no major injuries because we all bailed at least a handful of times. From there things opened up and we could tear down more stable and open trails to the finish. It was one of the greatest and most technical rides I had ever done, and the French captain agreed. He wanted to go again and said he would be coming back with his own bike and pro friends to this undiscovered downhill thrill ride. The newby British kid was a little shaken, but also enjoyed it, pretty impressive for his first experience. The guides said they never get to ride that fast though and most people end up walking their bikes down. On the way back to town we enjoyed some tall refreshing Singha beers and shared our travels.

That night Brandon and Eric went to a Thai boxing match, Amy and I stayed at home, too expensive for us. They got back late and haven't shared that much information about the night besides "it was pretty fun". We didn't go when Eric really wanted us to so he decided he would withhold the ongoings of the night from us.

Onto Laos, first via the most northern town Chiang Rai for one night. Stayed tuned for more on long strenuous treks and nightmare bus rides before we arrived in our current oasis of Luang Prabang, Laos.

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Bangkok, Thailand

Back on firm ground, we arrived in Bangkok at 5 am following a night bus ride from the south. At this time of the morning we had no other real option than to head straight for our hostel and hope to spend the rest of the morning inside with a cup of tea and maybe something to eat. After taking a shot in the dark guess of the hostel's location (forgot the name and never wrote it down...) based on Amy's intuition we found Lub-d hostel (the taxi driver had no clue either). Another great modern style hostel, Lub-d was open and we were able to have some breakfast, lock our bags up and use their wi-fi and computers to plan the day ahead of us. Around 6:30 am a Thai bus driver came into the hostel proclaiming "floating market!", the exact location we were most interested in visiting. We inquired and were soon off in a van full of other tourists, all looking tired as well. Being tired turned out to be not such a big deal in the end, for we spent the next 2 hours driving to this floating market that was in fact not in Bangkok. Upon arrival the tour guides barked orders, showing us our meet-up location and time, then hurried us over to a line started to board wooden, canoe-style boats. While the idea of this market sounded great, it turned out to be more of a tourist trap type of deal. We were expecting authentic floating fruit&vegetable boats, food vendors, flowers, more Thai people. Instead we were greeted by merchants trying to sell us the standard tourist crap, an overwhelming amount of tourists and just a few food vendors. The whole experience was neat, but busy and expensive for the short while we were there and long journey to and from.

After returning to Bangkok we were able to check into our room, before setting out to find traditional Thai massage. Amy was very interested and had researched a nice, quiet and authentic house, that had an organic, Seattle feel to it. Usually lasting 2 hours, we opted for the 1 1/2 hour version not sure what lie ahead. Husky women twisted, stomped and pounded on us with intensity, our bodies were tenderized and even they seemed tired afterward. The rest of that day would be spent relaxing. Which worked out perfectly with Amy's plan to find a movie theater showing "New Moon". Displayed prominently on the side of one of the major malls, a giant New Moon poster aided Amy in her quest. We bought tickets in the "emperor class" theater and then strolled around the monster Asian mall. Malls are a big deal here, providing us with plenty to do and see, plus eat. Amy and Eric had some Dairy Queen blizzards and I went to Red Mango. Toppings were a little different then what I was used to though... We tried to contact Lindsay and inform her that we would be seeing New Moon hours before it would be released back in the states, but could not get through. Amy really wanted to rub it in. Emperor class seats had their own lounge where we were given complimentary blue Star Trek style cocktails, which were gross, before the movie showing. Inside the theater, the emperor-class room was limited to only a few dozen seats that fully reclined, and came with a blanket and pillows. Amy enjoyed the movie, Eric and I watched the movie and maybe got a quick nap or two in.

The next day we met back up with Brandon at 5:30 am to try and give the morning market concept another try. Setting out for a downtown "flower market", we arrived a little late, but still found a market full of flowers and Thai people buying their needed fruits and vegetables for the day. This was more like it, and it was fun to see exotic plants, fruits, vegetables and foods, as well as the hustle and bustle of locals minus tourists. It was then onto the Grand Palace and Wats(temples) of the Thai royalty.

Finishing our tour of the royal grounds, we took a Tuk Tuk ride to a restaurant Brandon had visited the day before with his friend whom he had been staying with in Bangkok. This restaurant offered only toast, on white bread with about a dozen flavors and was one of the city's trendy spots. You order your toast with jam, chocolate, sugar, taro root, etc. then a drink and that's about it. It is so simple, yet so successful, similar to places back home. Eric wants to open one. Back to the hostel we went in the Tuk Tuk, basically a motorcycle equipped with a body to make it more of a car with seats in the back, except much more exposed, loud and exhausty.

That night we met up with Brandon's friend Patriya to have dinner at one of her favorite local spots and enjoy some good, authentic food. Patriya grew up in Pasadena, CA and met Brandon at Harvard, but now lives in Bangkok working in finance and living with her parents who have retired there from the US and have homes throughout Thailand. We feasted on Thai style fried chicken, spicy duck and glass noodle, spicy baked fish and green papaya salad. Very tasty. From there we went and took a stroll through a night bazaar before parting ways. Some went home, some went to sleep and some went to see mysterious Bangkok traditions. Amy and I went to sleep.
From Bangkok we traveled next to former Thai kingdom Ayutthaya, en route to Chiang Mai in the north.

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Chomp!

Giant Barracuda at Richelieu Rock from Bobby F on Vimeo.

Andaman Sea - Diving

Our last day in Khao Lak before we set off for our 4 day 4 night diving adventure, we rented scooters and headed to some of the more remote beaches around the area, suggested to us by a local surf shop run by a guy from Oregon. We scooted out towards the point of Khao Lak, passing by many luxury resorts and quite a few thai fishing boats. We found our beach which had a couple of small restaurants and a place to rent surf boards. We set up camp under a few umbrellas and beach chairs and relaxed the day away. We did rent one board even though the surf was quite small. I think we were all able to get up on the board even if it lasted only a few seconds before we were back in the water. Other than the few torential downpours, one of which occured on our ride back to Khao Lak (piercing rain to the face), we had a very relaxing sun filled day.

At 8pm we met at Sea Dragon Dive shop and prepared for our live aboard trip. The boat was pretty big holding 17 divers, 5 dive masters, and a thai crew of about 5. It was three levels, our bunks and dive equipment on the bottom, food/sitting area in the middle, and a sun deck on the top with 3 hammocks. As we left the harbor the Thai crew set off firecrackers, the loud noises keep the bad spirits away and provide good luck for our trip.

The first night we "steamed" for about 6 hours til we arrived at the Similan Islands, our first dive location. The diving was very good, clear waters, many fish, lots of coral. This first dive we saw a white tip reef shark. After we took the dingy to the shore, a beautiful beach with the softest sand ever. We hiked to the other side of the island, and up a very steep, slippery, muddy hill to a viewpoint. I didn't quite make it to the top, a little too steep. It was a little like mud skiing on the way down. After a few more dives, and nights we steamed up to the Surin Islands which provided more beautiful dive sights and beaches.

The last day we headed to Richelieu Rock, one of the most famous dive sites in the world, one of Jacques Cousteau's favorites. Marika, our dive master, was amazed to see only one other dive boat at the site when we arrived. I guess it can get quite crowded and be one of the worst sites because of the number of people. For us it was the best site of them all. There was so many different corals, and fish everywhere. Our first dive we saw a giant barracuda, a school of regular barracuda, and 4 cuddlefish, two of them were mating (one top of each other and changing colors). The second dive we saw more barracuda, pipefish, box fish, and a little tiny yellow seahorse. After another delicious Thai meal we headed back to land.

We had Sea Dragon drop us off in kuriburi? a town on the way back to Khao Lak where we were able to catch the night bus up to Bangkok. The first thing we noticed about our bus was our lady-boy bus stewardess?? who brought us snacks on the drive. We enjoyed an interesting 12 hour bus ride second to last row on the bus, with much whispering and giggling coming from the back of the bus from under the blanket which housed the lady-boy stewardess and another male bus rider. I guess we will see much more of this in Bangkok...

-Amy

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Photos and Vids

Would love to post more photos, upload to flickr and vimeo, but it is proving hard to find a place with a fast enough connection. Might have to wait till we get back to the states...Plus Eric and Amy have all the good, high quality pictures anyway.

Back in Khao Lak

Arrived back at the Poseidon Bungalows and everything was pretty much as I remembered. I have a feeling there was a change in management or chef because thai spicey was not the same thai spicey. Everything seems to be much more geared toward the euro crowd (image above). The town itself has grown as well although we have not had the time to explore the beach which had been wiped out before. The sun is intense and we are already burned. Ready to hit the dive boat and islands for the next four days. Cheers

-eric

Tea and Biscuits! (Cameron Highlands)

From Taman Negara we took a private mini-bus for the 5 hour bus ride up into the mountains of Malaysia known as the Cameron Highlands. This area farms all of Malaysia's fruits, vegetables and flowers. The views from the bus were spectacular looking over hills and hills of greenhouses. We arrived at Father's guest house around 5pm and checked into the cheaper rooms which were situated in old British army barracks.

The next morning we had a delicious breakfast of tea from the Cameron Highlands and hot scones with whipped cream. After we set off on one of the many hiking trails that surround the area. Along the trail we saw a lot of beautiful fungus growth on trees and views of the region. The trail we took passed by Robinson waterfall which wasn't too spectacular, before dropping down a muddy hillside onto the main road. We were planning to follow the road to the BOH tea plantation, but decided the 7KM was more than we were wanting to walk. We followed the road 1KM to the main road, passing by a honey farm along the way. At the main road we waited about 20 minutes until the local bus picked us up to take us back to the city of Tahan Rata (where we were staying). There were 3 other people that were waiting for the bus who had taken the same hill trail, an Australian man and a European couple. The Europeans waited about 10 minutes before they decided to just walk the 10KM up the main, steep, windy hill back, and the Australian waited about 18 minutes before heading back to the trail which was 6KM. Just 1-2 minutes after the Australian left the bus came. The lazy Americans win again!

Every meal in the Cameron Highlands consisted of Indian food. We ate a lot of naan and curries. The next day we went on a tour to see the rare Rafflesia flower, an Orang Asli village, the BOH tea plantation, and a hike in the Mossy Forest. We started the tour by climbing into the back of an old school Rangerover with our driver "Bob". We set off down the main road, quickly turning off onto a very muddy side road. The trip to the hiking trail was one rough 4x4 adventure. There were 3 Rangerovers in total, all slipping and sliding up and over rocks and through giant puddles. We had to get out and walk a number of times for our own safety as the Rangerover struggled to make it up super steep slippery hills, and areas with drops (Bobby will post some videos from the ride on Vimeo, eventually). When we finally reached the destination it was a short 15 minute walk to the Rafflesia flower. The flower was beautiful and very unique. There were 3 other buds along the vine that wouldn't bloom for another 6-8 months. The flower we saw was 2 days old, and will get darker red each day until it turns brown in a total of 5-6 days.

Next we went to the Orang Asli (original people) village where we learned a bit about the natives and how they make the blow guns that they hunt with. There was one traditional hut made of bamboo, but most of their houses have been updated made with metal siding. After we had a quick lunch and headed to the BOH tea plantation, the largest in all of Malaysia. The BOH tea center was a beautiful open building overlooking the fields of tea. We enjoyed the view with tea, strawberry pie, coconut pie, and pound cake.

Last we headed to the Mossy Forest, which looked almost the same as the forests back home. Lots of plants related to Rhododendrons and moss covered trees. It started raining as soon as we got out of the car so our hike was quite quick which was unfortunate. We were able to see a few pitcher plants, another carnivorous plant of the region, but didn't get any pictures because of the dumping rain.

In the morning we took a bus back to KL, staying at the Tune hotel, a transit hotel right at the airport terminal, in order to catch our early 7am flight to Phuket. Hopefully there will be less rain on the beaches of Thailand.

-Amy

Malaysia Photo Album

Off Road search for the Rafflesia from Bobby F on Vimeo.

Hello from Malaysia! PART 2

Since traveling to the island of Borneo (part of Malaysia) was too complicated and time consuming, we opted for a jungle experience on peninsular Malaysia. Taman Negara is the largest national park in Malaysia and it's most coveted. Estimated at 130 million years old, this rain forest is one of the oldest in the world, surviving the most recent ice age and volcanic eruptions. Following a three-hour bus ride from Kuala Lumpur we arrived in Jerantut, and were quickly picked up by a local travel company that would take us to the boat jetty and supply us with lunch. The boat ride from the jetty to Taman Negara was quite the experience, the first hour was fun, so much to see and take in, the second hour was more of the same and by the third we were ready to be at our destination. Along the way we did spy some very colorful kingfishers, monkeys and one large water monitor (only Eric).

Once in Taman Negara, we docked at one of the many floating restaurants/travel companies on the river, which were constantly being re-situated with ropes by the locals so they weren't too far from shore. We decided on hiring a guide to take us on an overnight trip on a less traveled part of the park in hopes of seeing more animals, which also included spending the night in a cave. This ended up being a great decision.
The next morning, after staying at the Yellow Guest house hostel, we met up with our guide "Brian", obviously not his true Malaysian name. A funny, scrappy little fellow, he was full of life and carried a pack that appeared as heavy as he was. We again boarded a long wooden boat fitted with an outboard motor and zipped up the churning, chocolate river, this time through rapids. It began to rain heavily, and never stopped. The trailhead was about an hour upstream, allowing for another scenic ride through the jungle.
Once on the trail we were quickly greeted by the local leech population. Broken down into two species, the common "brown leech" and the biting "tiger leech". Luckily we mostly met the brown leeches, but Amy had one run in with a tiger leech. These little pests sense vibration and then reach to the sky hoping to grab onto our passing shoes. We each collected hundreds throughout the day, flicking them off if we had the chance to see them, or finding them later plump with our blood. Other than being gross and leaving little red blotches on our legs they weren't that big of a deal and I was glad we had to deal with these and not a 10 foot king cobra or 30 foot python. We waded waist deep through swollen creeks, were briefly followed by some animal (intense smelling moments), and slipped and slid through the mud. After 8km we reached our destination, a large limestone cave, full of stalagmite and a common home to local elephants. It was an amazing place and offered a nice, dry break from the rain and leech armies. In the cave you could see old footprints from elephants, and Brian told us stories of late night intrusions by the large animals seeking shelter.
Brian cooked up a great meal that evening, probably the best we experienced while in Malaysia. We dined on tom yam soup, anchovies and garlic on rice, beef and chicken curry and many, many cookies. Eric and I were coaxed into eating more than we wanted to, but the meal was still great. Following our meal we set up for bed, all sleeping on little mats near the fire, surrounding Brian so we could wake him in the night if we heard animals in the cave. Tigers, black panthers, multiple species of water buffalo and the elephants are all found in the area and Brian took keeping them away seriously. He lit the massive cave with candles, kept a fire burning almost all night and stayed awake for most of the night. Eric and I also stayed awake most of the night wet with sweat, it was hot as hell.

The next morning we were met with clear skies, a nice relief from the rain, but a hot steamy day lay ahead. My fever was amplified on the hike out and the 8km seemed like a marathon. We spotted centipedes, jumbo ants, one poisonous snake, more elephant tracks and dung but no animals. There were a few crashing exits by nearby animals throughout our hike, but we never saw anything warm blooded. In the end it was a great trip and a location I will always remember. The jungle was thick and intimidating, giving you the feeling it was watching you, waiting to swallow you up if you stepped out of line. The boat ride out was a welcome relief, although I would go back if I had the chance someday, minus the fever. That night we spent a little more money for a resort, enjoyed clean beds, took hot showers and watched TV. Onto Cameron Highlands...

Hello from Malaysia! PART 1

After a delayed 10 days or so I have finally gained access to the internet without having to pay or worry about being kicked off by other interested users. This first entry may be short, and I don't have the ability to upload photos or videos, but it will have to do for now.

The journey from Seattle to Kuala Lumpur went well, Amy made it through all the security thermal scans with a slight fever, Asiana Airlines was one of the best I have ever experienced and we met up with Eric easily in Hanoi, Vietnam for our overnight layover. After spending the night in Hanoi at a quiet hostel, we left early the next morning in route to our first long term destination: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Kuala Lumpur is a very diverse city, hot and humid, very westernized and development taking place everywhere. The city limits are a patchwork of apartment and cookie-cutter home neighborhoods being constructed amidst jungle, while the downtown area is a busy Metropolis. The city seems to be a melting pot for all of Asia, there are so many different types of people here, along with the very modern buildings and transportation facilities it makes you think you are on some sort of intergalactic spaceport. Eric and I were just waiting to walk into a bar and see the Mos Eisley alien band playing. We stayed at a nice, clean and modern looking hostel called Back Home. While the city looks impressive, that was really all I took from our experience there, some interesting temples and gardens, but not all the much to see. The Petronas Towers, built by the Malaysian oil and gas company Petronas were at one time the tallest buildings in the world, today they are now only the tallest twin-towers in the world and 4th tallest overall I believe. We waited about 2 hours for a free trip to the skybridge connecting them, about 40 stories up and as far as tourists can go. Neat, but luckily it was FREE. At the base sits a mall filled with all the world's top designers and retail stores, no big whoop, essentially Bellevue Square. Kuala Lumpur would fit right in back in the US, everyone seems to speak english, all signs and advertisements are in english, US stores and companies are everywhere. You want an Auntie Anne's pretzel, you can get one, get some shades at an Oakley store, sure, then go to KFC or Pizza hut, go right ahead.

We did manage to find some neat parts of the city, namely the Chinatown district and the heavily Indian concentrated part of town "the Brickyards". Food has not been that exciting so far, with many of the eateries being from the US, and the rest a mix of mediocre Chinese and Indian restaurants. We did however find one curry house where I enjoyed some of the best Indian I have ever had.

It rains hard here, the lightening storms are intense and I got sick with Amy's cold not long after arriving. Next we were off to Malaysia's largest and most coveted national park, Taman Negara. Hope to get some pictures and videos up soon...

Journey to the Far East

Lonely Planet Photo (Felix Hug)

Tomorrow Amy and I take off for Southeast Asia for 7 weeks of travel. We will be meeting up with Eric in Hanoi, (Nam) for a brief overnight stay before we begin our adventure in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. I intend/hope to update this blog as much as possible for family and friends back home. We will be visiting Malaysia, Thailand, Laos and Vietnam, each for about 10 days to 2 weeks. It is going to be awesome!

Swim and Ski

Freediving World Record - 88m without fins from william trubridge on Vimeo.

Avalanche Skier POV Helmet Cam Burial & Rescue in Haines, Alaska from Chappy on Vimeo.

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Auf Wiedersehen O. mykiss

Good luck to the fly fishermen who still have a shot at finding themselves a mighty pacific steelhead in 2009. With the run of 2009 breaking records, the Columbia river system has given many a fall to remember. I enjoyed the few chances I got to fish an old favorite, as well as experience a classic river for the first time. Till we meet again somewhere on the wild coastal rivers of Washington this spring. (Benson I hope you are putting some bend into those spey rods...)

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