A Few Days in Ko Samui

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164_6445-4.JPGWe’ve spent the past two days exploring the island by bike. Usually we just rent scooters, as I don’t like manual transmissions. But after a quick lesson on motorbike gear-shifting from our guesthouse owner, we were off. Yesterday, we circumnavigated the island clockwise. Driving east, we passed a few small beach towns before curving southwards towards the developed side of the island. First, we stopped at Chaweng, a super developed and touristy area. Although the main road runs alongside the beach, you cannot see any beach from the road. It’s a total Waikiki. We parked the bike, grabbed some snacks, and walked through a resort to get to the ocean. It was a really nice stretch of sand with constant waves. The water was nice- warm and shallow out past the waves. It wasn’t white sand and crystal clear waters as our guidebooks claimed (but after the Maldives, I take those descriptions literally), but it was nice. Ko Samui is surrounded by beautiful colored water. The clarity is good, but from our guesthouse in Maenam, we can see turquoise waters all the way to neighboring Ko Pha Ngan. Chaweng is similar with absolutely beautifully colored water.

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After a couple hours, we got back on the bike and headed to Lamai, supposedly another developed-yet-nice beach. However, an unnamed bay caught our eyes, so we pulled over and walked down to the beach. We think the name is Crystal Bay, based on the name of a nearby resort, but regardless I think we stumbled onto one of the nicest beaches I’ve ever seen. There’s not too many people, the water is perfect- warm, shallow, amazing hues; huge Hampi-sized boulders border the cove (like if you’ve ever seen photos of the Seychelles), powdery sand, and palms right on the beach to provide plenty of shade.

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Crystal Bay

We just swam and took in the scenery for a bit, before deciding to be on our way so we could finish our circuit before dark. On our way to Lamai, we did stop to hike to a little rocky outcrop with two well-known rocks, known as Grandfather Rock and Grandmother Rock. Then we rode straight back to Maenam covering the southern and western sides of the island. The island reminded us of Maui- a lush tropical mountainous island. Would’ve taken some photos to provide here, but we were on a bike.

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grandfather rock

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grandmother rock

One thing I didn’t mention is that we got a flat tire yesterday. So after investing 100 baht in a new tube and 100 baht in gas (which as it turns out is a lot more than we needed), we decided to take the bike out again today. Oh, also the marine park is closed as its rainy season right now. Anyways, we followed yesterdays morning itinerary of hanging out at Chaweng in the morning and then heading to Crystal Cove in the afternoon. The trouble began when the dark clouds out over the ocean moved in and it began pouring. We ran back through the resort behind us and found a restaurant/internet café. We had some hot chocolate and spent some time replying to emails, while we waited for the rain to subside. It took a little over an hour before the rain really lightened. It was past three when we decided to go- it was still drizzling, but I certainly didn’t want to be driving on wet island roads in the dark. So we hopped on the bike and began the hour-long journey back. The rain wasn’t so bad, as I had sunglasses to protect my eyes from raindrops that stung our skin as we drove. The thing that was bad was the drainage on the road. More than once we were driving the bike through puddles, streams, and huge flows of water on the road. The reddish-orange water came up to my ankles a couple times, as I drove in the wakes of the vehicles ahead of us. I’ve walked through plenty of monsoon floods before, having lived in India, but I’ve never driven through floods before. It was an experience to say the least, but we made it back safely. Its been a fun past couple of days and we’ve seen a lot of Ko Samui, from it beautiful beaches and mountains to its flooded roads.

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Ko Samui

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Greg: Your dad has totally turned you against me.

Jack: I didn’t turn her against you. You did that to yourself.

Greg: Jack, please. You didn’t like me from the second I walked in here.

Jack: I’m a very accepting person, Focker. All I ask for is honesty.

Greg: Oh, honesty? You wanna talk about truth and honesty, Jack? Okay, let’s talk a little truth and honesty. Let’s talk a little “Operation Ko Samui,” Jack.

Pam: What’s he talking about, Dad?

Greg: Yeah, that’s weird, ’cause I thought there weren’t any secrets…inside the circle of trust, Jack.

Jack: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Greg: You don’t? Huh? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Hey, Pam, guess what. Daddy’s planning a little covert operation in Thailand for the day after the wedding.

Pam: You are?

Greg: Round and round we go, Jack. Hey. I bet everybody would love to hear about your rendezvous…in the parking lot of the Oyster Bay Drug and Sundry. You know what I’m talking about. Where the guy gave you the passports and the documents. Or how about your little phone call in Thai?

Dina: Jack can’t talk Thai.

Greg: Oh, no, Dina. Jack can talk Thai. Jack talk Thai very well. I’m sorry, Pam, but your dad is not retired. He’s still very much in the C.I.A.

Jack: He’s right. My cover’s blown. I-l-I am planning…a secret operation the day after the wedding.

Pam: What?

Jack: A surprise honeymoon for Deb and Bob. You stupid son of a bitch! You just blew it!

Greg: What?

Jack: Ko Samui is an island off the coast of Thailand!

Watching “Meet the Parents” was the first time I ever heard of Ko Samui and ever since I’ve only heard good things and have longed to visit. It’s the end of our second day here and I’d have to say its been a pretty good past couple of days. The overnight bus was, in Joylani’s words, “the nicest bus I’ve ever been on.” It was a ten hour trip down to the Don Sak pier near Surat Thani and then another couple hours on the ferry to Ko Samui. At the Ko Samui pier, we reboarded our bus and drove 15 minutes to the bus stand- makes me wonder why the bus even goes all the way to Ko Samui only to drive for a few minutes. Anyways, from the bus stand we caught a sawngthaew (basically a truck with two parallel benches in the back) to Maenam, on the northern coast of the island. Wanting to avoid the super-touristed and heavily developed east coast of the island, Maenam turned out to be a good choice. We found a nice beach bungalow within 30 meters of the beautiful water, run by a jolly fat Thai man and his family. Although we got here yesterday morning, it was kind of a wasted day as I caught up on sleep and slept the day away.

Today, Joylani and I explored the village and beach a little more, both of which are spread out over several kilometers. This was, of course, between our eating, swimming, and napping. The atmosphere here is really, really laid back, which is a huge contrast from urban fast-paced Bangkok. We’ll probably rent a bike to explore the island tomorrow, as its quite big, and then do a one or two-day tour to nearby Ang Thong National Marine Park. Thailand issues 30 days visas on arrival, which means we have to be in Malaysia by January 2nd. There’s so many other places to see in southern Thailand, between the Gulf Coast, the Andaman Coast, and the peninsular interior. I thought we’d spend only a couple days on Ko Samui before moving on, but location and guesthouse are awesome and its so tempting to just stay here for longer. I guess I just have to remind myself of one of our premises of this trip: there’s more out there. We were comfy at home, but we decided to go and explore the world. Even just five months in, we’ve been greatly rewarded thusfar. And we’ve traveled, we’re continually surprised and amazed. So even though I like it here, I know that I’ll probably see and experience even more incredible things in southern Thailand before December ends. So we’ll take my grandmother’s advice, which she passed down from her parents: don’t be a frog in a well. I like Ko Samui, but we’ll continue to travel, explore, and learn.

A New Place

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The old and the new.

joylani 130pxSigh of relief. And amazement. Bangkok is awesome. I admit, even though I was super excited to get here, I tried to have low expectations—probably the result of Matt retorting, “What did you expect? This is the 3rd world,” each time I would complain or freak out at the general mildew and bugs in guesthouses, and general rundown atmosphere of inefficiencies we were experiencing throughout India and Nepal. He warned me that this is what the rest of our trip would probably be like (probably just trying to keep me more realistic and not trying to dash my hopes). Well, he was wrong. Bangkok is nothing like India. I guess that’s obvious; different country, different region. But beyond the obvious, some things really stand out. [In general] people aren’t loud, lines get formed, shoes get removed before going inside, even street food appears more sanitary…did I mention there’s not too much shouting? Like I said before, Bangkok has been a sigh of relief.

As we rode on the shuttle from the airport to downtown, I was amazed by the city that surrounded me. It reminded me a lot of Honolulu, only bigger, and fresher. So many buildings looked new. And serenely standing in the midst of housing, hotels, and businesses both downtown and through out the city are dozens of wats behind walled compounds, their fiery roofs sparkling in the sun. All the roads were smoothly paved, and at the sight of big familiar cars cruising along the highway, I thought to myself, “Oh look, they even drive on the right side of the road.” Only they weren’t. After another minute’s observation, I realized that traffic was still flowing down the left. After months of seeing Indian-made Marutis, Ambassadors, and an assortment of 3-wheelers, the sight of Hondas and Toyotas (real trucks!) had tricked my mind into thinking the flow of traffic was normal*—that, and the lack of livestock on the road, the increased speed, presence and use of lanes, and the absence of incessant honking…Traffic wasn’t the only orderly thing in Bangkok.
On December 5th families clad in yellow shirts roamed Bangkok in celebration of the king’s birthday (also father’s day). As evening fell, Matt and I walked down one of the main roads in the direction of our hotel. We noticed people had started lining the side of the street. We stood on a bench behind the crowd to get a glimpse of what was going on. It seemed they were awaiting the king’s motorcade, as indicated by the approaching vehicle on the large tv screen nearby. To my complete astonishment, about a minute before the cars arrived, the crowd went completely silent. If I was a blind person walking down the sidewalk, I would have had no idea that there were thousands of people lining the street. Forget about the 0% likelihood of that ever happening in India, I haven’t ever seen anything like it anywhere. As the motorcade passed, the crowd responded with a polite cheer (cheer, not shouts) and lit candles. While the Thais were satisfied to have gotten a glimpse of their king, I stood there amazed at the calmness of the crowd. Silence in the midst of thousands of people was just so strange.

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Silence.
When it was over the people slowly began to disperse, and Matt and I continued our way down the street towards our hotel in hopes of catching the fireworks along the way. We weren’t exactly sure where they would be shot off from, but decided to follow the crowd and stopped walking when everyone else did. Soon the show started. We heard them go off before the explosions hit the sky—dthoom, dthoom, dthoom. The explosions came in sets of 10-15 each time. The whole show was like a finale, except for the actual finale which was just a few smiley face bursts. The spot where we stood was just under where the fireworks were going off; it was exciting to watch the sky light up above us. Thankfully we weren’t too close to the launch site though. In the middle of a set, I exclaimed, “Oh my gosh, the fireworks are falling on the people!!?!” Some of the fireworks seemed to be exploding prematurely. From where we stood it looked as though some of the sparkles were going into the crowd. We watched the show a little bit more attentively, and brushed some ash out of our hair. I liked the combination of order mixed with a little bit of chaos. Some things in the States are just too sterile—they’ve lost a sense of adventure and spontaneity in the fear of being sued.

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Fireworks in the crowd.
Some things Matt didn’t mention—the king’s picture is everywhere in elaborate displays of affection and nationalism. He’s the world’s longest reigning monarch and an element of stability in a country that has seen many coups in the last several decades, as recently as 2006. It seems that everyone loves the king. From what I know, he seems like a nice guy. One of my favorite pictures is one where he has a slightly concerned look on his face, camera strap around his neck, and a bead of sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. It’s quite a different shot from those posed pictures of royals were conditioned on seeing, and definitely gives the air of, “He’s one of us. See that sweat? See the concern?” They really did a good job with the whole campaign, it’s got me sold.
*Normal as in normal flow of traffic in the States.

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Tributes to the king.

Bangkok

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164_6445-4.JPGWe’ve been in Bangkok for six days already. We’re actually leaving tonight, which means its one of those waiting/lets-kill-some-time days, which is why I finally have a chance to write. Bangkok has been non-stop since we arrived. And while I’m on the topic, I need to write a little bit about arriving. Last time I was in Thailand I spent the majority of my time building a rural village on an island in the Andaman Sea, with only a day in Bangkok. So it was with much surprise that we arrived in a vibrant, thriving, modern city. I’m not sure how Thailand is classified from a development perspective, but Bangkok is first-world all the way. The bus from the airport was the nicest one we rode since Turkey, the roads are immaculate, and everyone’s driving what looks like brand new cars. The culture seems to be much more liberal than anywhere we’ve been since Greece, although I’m unsure if that’s intrinsic to Thai culture or Western influence.

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One of the first things we noticed upon arriving was the king. We arrived the day before his birthday and the city was just electric. The gangways at the airport had photos of him and phrases like, “Long Live the King” or “Happy Birthday to Our Beloved King.” Riding into the city, it seemed that just about every building displayed a large photo (or billboard on the larger buildings) with flowers and shrines. Most people were wearing yellow polo shirts too (yellow symbolizes Thai royalty), although some were wearing pink polos (apparently the king had recently made his first public appearance, after a long hospital stay, wearing a pink shirt). The city was decorated with golden gates, giant flower arrangements, water fountains, and dozens of song/dance performances dedicated to the king. We walked around our first night and enjoyed the festivities with the thousands of other Thais that flocked the streets; watching the light and water shows, admiring all the decorations, and snacking on street food. That’s another thing we really like about Thailand- so much good food. The street stalls sell everything from your basic pad thai and noodle soup to Joylani’s favorite breakfast mango with sticky rice or desert banana pancakes (both of which are topped with a sugary coconut syrup). I’m also a fan of the red pork, whether in a bun or atop rice, as well as the plethora of kebabs- chicken, pork, beef, sausage, etc, etc.

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food stalls, where we eat every night

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all the wats have roofs like this and most buiildings have similarly shaped architecture

The king’s birthday is a national holiday and Bangkok was just crazy all day. Many streets were closed and other roads were consequently parking lots. We took a morning walk to a park near the Royal Palace and took in the madness. Dozens of stalls filled the park, giving free box lunches of rice/noodles/meat to lines of hundreds of people. I guess some organizations were just sponsoring all these stalls, so we joined the thousands of other Thais for some free grub. Oh, and everyone was still wearing their yellow polos, although today everyone was also carrying Thai and Buddhist flags. Those that weren’t eating lined the streets to wait for the king’s motorcade to pass. We thought there was going to be a parade, based on the crowds lining the streets, but they dispersed after the small motorcade passed into the palace. We explored a little bit more of the city later, heading to city center of Siam Square. Besides being the transportation hub the city’s buses, taxis, SkyTrain, and Metro, it’s a shopping Mecca. We found everything from small clothes stalls to the upscale mall, Siam Paragon, filled with stores like Hermes, Armani, and Versace- I think I’ve only seen knock-offs of all those brands since we were in Milan. Movie theaters, auto showrooms, food courts, and anything else you could want can be found in Siam Square. Our visit to Siam Square had me thinking that Bangkok is more modern than most US cities.

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7-Elevens are everywhere and are all open 24/7 to accomoddate the city that truly never sleeps

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the infamous Khao San Rd.

We returned to the park near our guesthouse and the Royal Palace that evening to take in the festivities. We watched the king give his speech and the monks chanting on giant screens set up all over the city. Then we stood and ate our kebabs and pad thai as we waited for the kings motorcade to pass on a circuit of the city. We saw the king as the lights were on on the inside of his car. We later learned that people come from all over Thailand just to glimpse the king as we had…Then we just looked up and watched the fireworks explode above us for about 30 minutes. It was really cool because they were being shot off not too far from us and they were exploding right above us. If I’m any judge, it seemed that the king had a pretty good 80th birthday.

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birthday decorations all over the city

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people in the streets to sing to the king and watch fireworks

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this guy must’ve partied too hard…couldn’t help taking a photo
Our third day was spent exploring the area between our guesthouse and Chinatown. We took a river ferry down to Chinatown, which was quite interesting. Joylani enjoyed seeing all the fruit, while I liked the meat/seafood. We walked around for a couple hours, including exploring a giant indoor market that sold everything you could ever need. We didn’t buy anything, but we did have to make way several times for motorcyclists who were driving through the market- some things will never make sense to me. Afterwards, we headed over to Wat Pho to see the wat and largest reclining Buddha in Thailand. Quite a sight, although I much prefer to just admire the Thai architecture of the temples. Sorry if my Bangkok run-down is more of a list of the things we did, but it was quick week and I’m just trying to recount what we did. Hopefully more observations and reflections will follow. I guess my realization that day, since we explored a lot of the city, is that food and shopping can be found anywhere in the city. Street markets and food stalls are absolutely everywhere- its good to be here.

Day four was a productive one. Joylani got her stomach checked out at the hospital in the morning, before we headed to the Southern Bus Terminal to buy our ticket to Ko Samui. After getting our ticket, we took a bus to Lumphini Park in central Bangkok. We hung out at the park for a few hours, seeing among other things, meter-long monitor lizards catch foot-long fish in the pond and hundreds of Thais showing up for a daily aerobics class in the evening. Afterwards, we spent a few fruitless hours wandering the thousands of stalls at the enormous Suan Lum Night Bazaar. We got a little lost on the buses on the way back, but managed to get back okay. The next day was much the same, first visiting the weekend-only, sells-everything, dwarfs-any-market-you’ve-seen-in-your-life Chatuchak Market in the morning. Afterwards, we got lost on the bus system, but ended up taking the Metro, SkyTrain, and bus back to our guesthouse. If you’re wondering why we went to so many markets, its because we’re ditching much of our belongings in Bangkok and need some warm weather clothes. So two days of shopping and getting lost- not something I want to repeat anytime soon.

Anyways, we’re off tonight on a night bus/ferry to Ko Samui. Bangkok was a pleasant surprise coming from South Asia. Developmentally, it feels like home. And while it’s a city, there are still a lot of things to see and do. The food has been good and the people helpful. I do miss three things so far though: English, chai, and shaves. Nonetheless, Bangkok has been great and I’m ready to explore the rest of Thailand and South East Asia.

Good Bye South Asia, SEA Here We Come!

164_6445-4.JPGI’ve felt kind of reflective lately, which usually happens around times of transition. It’s the holidays, the end of this year, my transition from the first half of my 20s to the second half, the end of the South Asia portion of our trip, as well as the five-month mark of this whole thing. Relevant to this blog, I’ll summarize what I’ve been thinking about those last two topics. South Asia has been great. Exploring India has been incredible, “vacationing” in the Maldives was unbelievable, and trekking Nepal was fantastic. Thinking over everything we’ve done in the past four months is simply astounding. Even just thumbing through photos from the past four months silences me with a gratitude and thankfulness that we’ve been able to do everything we’ve done. It’s been a good time and I’m going to miss the places and experiences. Now, after a month in Europe and four in South Asia, we’re on to South East Asia. I’ve been wanting to travel around SEA for a long time. Although I’ve visited once, I’m ready to delve into this beautiful and historically-rich part of the globe. The region contains some of Joylani and I’s most anticipated destinations and we’re ready to begin Phase III of our trip: SEA.

Calcutta and Small Reflections on India

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joylani 130pxAs you may know from Matt’s last post, despite getting on the wrong train last night, we still ended up in Calcutta for what will truly be our last stop in India. We arrived early in the morning, just as people were getting ready for their day. As we left the train station, the sights before me matched with images painted in Dominique LaPierre’s book City of Joy. I saw families sleeping in the rail station, children begging (practically pulling a teacake, which was meant for them anyways, out of my hands), busy food stalls along the Hooghly River serving cheap breakfasts, hand-pulled rickshaws (the last in India), and men bathing at water pumps along the road throughout the city. I felt satisfied to be ending our India leg of our journey here, in such an iconic place—a place that’s iconic not for the sights, but for the people such as Mother Theresa and those she loved, captured so poignantly in LaPierre’s book.

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It would be difficult to sum up India and do it justice while avoiding clichés, and I won’t try. Instead, here is a list of some things we liked over the course of our trip.

Top Five Foods

J: Sweet lassi, muesli banana honey curd, Keralan porotas with channa masala, tandoori butterfish, dal makhani.

M: Chai, Kashmiri kava tea, Kashmiri pulao, Keralan porotas, palak paneer

Place with the Most Character

J: Hampi

M: Leh

Favorite Beach

J: Varkala

M: Varkala

Favorite Guesthouse

J: Varkala (Never actually got the name, but it was on top of a family’s house, had hot water, a comfy bed, and a great ocean view from the balcony.)

M: Calangute (Also never got the name as it was a small place run by the family who lived next door. The water was hot, the refrigerator cold, and it was close to the beach.)

Most “Bizarro World”

J: Manali (This is due to many factors, one of which was the music store across the street from our hotel that would play the same 3 songs all day. I’ve never been so happy for a power outage. Other reasons Manali earned this ranking include: the many buildings are also hideously painted in obnoxious colors like purple, lime green, and pink; the mule operators union and random donkeys in the street; and randomly numbered shops lining the road up the mountain renting out cold weather gear—snowsuits that would make Harry and Lloyd happy and faux fur coats Cruella DeVille style. I could go on, but I won’t.)

M: Orcha (Matt says he has no comment.)

Favorite Region

J: Ladakh

M: Ladakh

Wrong Train!!!

164_6445-4.JPG“Sir, you’ve boarded the wrong train.” My jaw dropped and eyes bulged, as I realized what the train conductor had said. We were about two hours into our train journey from Siliguri to Kolkata, when the conductor got to checking our tickets around 10pm. The first worry that popped in my head was: where are we going then? We could be headed for Chennai or Delhi or anywhere…how are we going to catch our flight from Kolkata? Luckily for us, the train we boarded was also bound for Kolkata, albeit a different station. It had departed 15 minutes after the train we were supposed to get on. I still have no idea how we got on the wrong train. My best guess is that there were two trains on the same platform; sometimes in India, the platforms are really long and each end is numbered a different platform. My next worry was what about our seats/bunks- where are we going to sleep if we’re in someone elses seat? Fortunately, the conductor informed me, one of the seats was vacant and the lady that had the other one didn’t get on at the station she was scheduled to, so it looked like we’d be okay. We suspect perhaps she got on the wrong train too, since she was supposed to get on at Siliguri also. My last worry was about the conductor. We were ticketless and he could say that we had to buy new tickets, which are relatively expensive. If he told us that, I’d have to bribe him with a lesser amount and I didn’t want to have to deal with all that. Again, we lucked out as he said we were “officially” ticketless, but it should be okay. Considering we boarded the wrong train last night, I feel pretty fortunate to be in Kolkata today.

Darjeeling

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joylani 130pxIt is nice to be India again, particularly for the food and tea!  Nepali food was quite lacking.  Although we were able to get some good Japanese food and other tasty stuff while we were there, the local dishes lacked pizzaz and we always waited so long for food—even for something as simple as muesli with curds.  We gladly welcomed our culinary return to India; for lunch today we ordered some tasty channa masala (garbanzo beans in a tomato based sauce) and chicken sheek kababs (ground meat wrapped around a skewer and grilled or fried—kind of like a sausage and REALLY good).  Our food was on the table in less than 15 minutes.  We were so amazed and then we remembered that we weren’t in Nepal anymore.  On the downside, India is definitely much more littered and unsanitary…I won’t go into details about trying to find a bathroom yesterday with the help of an old Tibetan lady from the restaurant we were at.  I forgot how it can be hard to find a toilet in India.  At least that was one thing Nepal had going for it.

Anyways, where we’re at right now is Darjeeling, a name you may recognize from the tea bags sitting in your cupboard at home.  We’ve had a good time here so far.  It’s mellow; the shops on the top of the hill where we’re staying all close around 8pm, but that’s ok because we’ve been mellow too.  When I say mellow, I mean lazy couch potatoes.  Ok, so maybe not lazy because Matt is working on conquering a cold and not couch potatoes because our room doesn’t actually have a couch, but we have been watching a lot of tv.  I guess you could just say we’re filling our quota for the next month or two and making up for this past month.  We were able to catch an episode of The Office, some BBC, and lots of movies.  Luckily for me, there has been a pleasant variety of chick flicks on the two English movies stations, so that’s mostly what we’ve watched (The Breakup, Just Like Heaven, Uptown Girls, Meet Joe Black).  However, I think our favorite flick was the oldie but goodie, Kindergarten Cop.  After all, who doesn’t like watching the Governator?  I know what you’re thinking right now…“That is a lot of movies, sheesh.”  But before you think we’ve gone completely inactive after the trek, let me add that in our two days here we’ve also enjoyed some of Darjeeling’s pleasantly good attractions: the zoo, the Himalayan Mountaineering Institute, and a tea plantation.

The zoo was small, but gave a chance to look at some amazing animals up-close.  Immediately after entering we saw the most amazing birds—generally labeled as exotic pheasants (I can’t remember the specific names).  My favorite one was covered in flame-like feathers.  The most unique feature, however, were the feathers on its head that had a helmet-like appearance (think Darth Vader).  It was hard to get a decent shot through the fence because it kept moving, but here’s the best one we got.

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We also got to see some Himalayan black bears playing around, a couple of lions, wolves, and three varieties of leopards, including the rare snow leopard which had an unexpectedly thick tale.

In the middle of our zoo circuit we made a stop at the Himalayan Mountaineering Institute which is adjacent to the back entrance of the zoo.  The institute houses a museum of all things Mt. Everest including information about the Himalayan range, newspaper clippings, photographs, and artifacts from famous expeditions, such as Tenzing Norgay’s goggles.  Matt had visited the museum the last time he was in Darjeeling, but I think we both appreciated it more having just completed a little trek of our own (even though our trek was nothing compared to an expedition to Everest).  It was humbling to see a scale model of the Himalayan range and realize that the mountains we circled on our trek only make up a miniscule part of the grand range.  In addition to the museum, the institute offers various mountaineering courses and has had many alumni and instructors who have made successful Everest attempts themselves—including founder Tenzing Norgay.

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My favorite excursion, however, was to a tea factory.  The tea is so nice and hot here—it’s great!  It’s the best tea I’ve had on the trip so far.  Most of the places we’ve gone make the tea with loose leaves and serve it in a little silver pot with a little strainer to stick over your tea cup when you pour it.  It definitely beats a tea bag, especially the lousy ones they throw in a cup of “hot” water in Nepal.  And what’s a good cup of tea without some good baked items—also the best of the trip so far.  This morning we had a delicious sweet scone (crispy on the outside and so soft on the inside) and a currant loaf with our tea.  Matt says that besides the railroad the baked items on the hill stations are the other good thing the British left behind.  I must say, they’re pretty tasty!  Yesterday, Matt and I walked down to the Happy Valley Tea Estate to see just how the tea is processed before it gets into our cup.  We went on a simple little tour with one of the factory workers.  In a nutshell, how they make tea is: 1.) Pluck it  2.) dry leaves on a table 3.) dry leaves on another table with a little heat 4.) dry leaves though a really hot machine 5.) roll leaves with another weird looking machine 6.) sort out the little leaves from the big leaves, roll the big leaves again 6.) lay leaves out on a table for a couple of hours while they change color from green to brown 7.) sort out the sizes (and quality) of tea leaves with a tri-level shifter shaker machine. 8.) pack leaves and sell to tourists or ship to Calcutta where it is auctioned off.

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I loved the tour because I drink so much tea and was excited to see where it comes from.  According to our guide, all tea comes form the same plant (black, green, Darjeeling, etc.) and it is the processing (drying, fermenting, adding stuff) that makes the different varieties.  So that’s the down-low on the tea and Darjeeling.

Back in India

164_6445-4.JPGWe took a miserable 16-hour bus ride from Kathmandu to Nepal’s eastern border last night. If you’ve read my last post, it should be clear that I don’t care how miserable the ride was- we’re out of Nepal and back in India. Here’s some things I’ve missed:

Food: India is hard to beat in the culinary department, but Nepal didn’t even come close. One, their traditional food is not bad, but it gets boring pretty quickly. With that, you’re limited to touristy foreign food offerings. Two, food takes soooooo long in Nepal. I like my food to be fresh and cooked, but Nepali restaurants take way longer than the time its takes to cook food to serve you. Almost invariably, everywhere in Nepal took a long time. Thirdly, chai. Yes, Nepalis drink chiya, a sugary milk-tea similar to chai, but it falls so much shorter. Indian tea (both chai and black tea) is always hot and good (Nepali tea is usually iffy on both)… and the tea guy isn’t gonna rip you off.

People: Its nice to buy fruit or tea or anything else without a listed price on the street and get a fair price. I didn’t have to ask the chai-wallah or the fruit-wallah “how much?” today. I just handed them a bill and they handed me back my change. Just trusting people to give me a fair price is such a relief. People help us and don’t ask for a tip or commission- they’re just helpful.

Language: Not everyone can appreciate this, but having Hindi as a fallback in case someone doesn’t speak English is nice. Also, everyone here speaks English at least in a basic sense. Nepal, not so much. Its probably has more to do with British colonialism than education, although we did have plenty of problems in Nepal with getting correct change (both in the average length of time it took and in accuracy).

Sure, its dirtier here, toilets are somewhat more difficult to find, and everything’s a little crazy, but the food is good, the people honest, and while crazier things get done easier and better. It definitely feels good to be back. At least for a week, before heading to Thailand.

Goodbye Nepal

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joylani 130pxWe left Nepal yesterday afternoon on an 18-hour overnight bus to the Nepal/India border.  Let’s just say the trek was cool, but we were both ready to leave. 

The bus ride from Kathmandu was awful as expected in that it was really uncomfortable (as Matt put it, “like sitting on a board”) and bumpy.  Our bus had two drivers, and two assistants who, like on many of the other bus rides we’ve take, spent a fair amount of time hanging out the door and pointing at people while shouting the destination of the bus just in case anyone standing on the road wants to get on.  The assistants are also the ones who collect money/tickets, get luggage off the roof, etc.  The good part was that the people on board were very nice, one of the bus guys (a tall skinny goofy Nepali wearing a beanie with a yarn ball on top adding to his already towering height) saw me stretching my legs out in the aisle and decided I would probably like my seat reclined, so (probably to the chagrin of the guy behind me) I had my seat back for most of the ride.  By 5am however, as they were blaring annoying Nepali music from a speaker just next to Matt and I, I gave up on sleeping and tried a few times (unsuccessfully) to raise my seat again.  Instead of a lever there is a little knob under the seat that you twist and the seat gradually raise or reclines.  I couldn’t quite figure out how to do it, but after my third time trying the guy sitting across the aisle from me must have noticed and asked if I wanted help.  He summoned another one of the bus assistants and with the help of the guy behind me, they put my seat up.  There were also some friendly teens in the very front of the bus who let us know what was going on a couple of times when everyone was talking all crazy in Nepali.  So even though trying to sleep on a bumpy bus with essentially a board for a seat cushion all while listening to ear piercing nepali and Indian music most of the night (try to imagine the bus equivalent of the crazy boat rice in willy wonka), and despite the board falling on my head from the shelf above my seat…it was a successful and good bus ride in that the Nepalis on the bus were nice and helpful, and we safely made it to India. 

 

The food.

While there is a decent selection of foreign foods here and there (Indian, Japanese, Chinese, Italian, etc.) neither of us felt Nepali food was that great.  Dal baat is what most Nepalis eat for lunch and dinner, which generally consists of rice, dal, vegetable curry, pickled radish, and spinach. It’s good for refueling after a long day of trekking, but we found it hard to eat everyday (much less twice a day as most Nepalis do), so we didn’t. Sure, we were able to try some new dishes like yak steak, apple momos, dried buff meat, and Tibetan bread, most of which we liked, but overall remarkableness of the food was lacking in Nepal.

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The people. 

We met some good Nepalis: guides along the trek, friendly villagers greeting us with “Namaste,” and a kind silversmith who happily sold us a couple of rings (I’d been wearing a glass band for the last few months and it was time to upgrade).  Unfortunately, because we are tourists and therefore have lots of money we want to just throw around… many of our initial interactions with Nepalis were unpleasant.  It started with the first hotel we stayed at.  (Hotel Sakura in Pokhara.  Do NOT stay there.)  The owner seemed friendly enough at first, telling us how he was born in India but grew up in Japan, and how he met his wife when he was traveling in Nepal.  How sweet.  Things started getting weird when we decided not to go with him for a trekking guide after he tried to sell the service to us using scare tactics about how we couldn’t trust the other agencies.  He confronted me saying that we didn’t trust him.  I tried to explain freedom of choice and choosing an agency we thought was competent (obviously not him) and that we didn’t not trust him…not yet.  Ironically his accusations about how we felt about him came true when we found out later from another person in town that the hotel owner learned his Japanese at a language school, and was born and raised just outside of Pokhara.  It was really upsetting to have been lied to about something completely pointless and it made me wonder what more important thing he would have lied about had we gone with him for other services besides just a hotel room.  Shady hotel guy was just the beginning of our bad interactions.  They continued with a unscrupulous trekking agency, a guide who lied to us in hopes of getting us to spend more money (who knows what the trek would have been like if we hadn’t switched agencies!), a shop owner outside of Ghorepani trying to see just how much money he could get out of me for a candy bar rather than quoting a fair price in the first place, the greedy lady trying to sell me oranges for 100rs a kilo (it should be 20 or 30rs), and of course being charged a foreigner price for everything from food to entrance fees—even for places that for a Nepali is just a public area.  To end this section on a good point though, we really loved our guides and were very thankful to spend the 18 days of our trek with them.  Technically only Udaya was our guide, but Binod helped out as well.  Between the two of them we gleaned cultural information, learned about farming (I know what millet looks like now!), describing the next day’s section of the trail, had assistance crossing shaky bridges, and a look-out for falling rocks (much appreciated).  On top of all that, we had fun hanging out, conquering the trail, and laughing together at the guys’ new favorite pastime—impersonating other trekkers.  The other fun thing about the people was meeting other foreigners along the trek.  Because you go along the trail with the same general group of people for most of the trek, you start to recognize them and have conversations along the way.  I never really thought I’d meet people from so many different places while trekking (Ireland, New Zealand, Holland, Belgium, Germany, France, Switzerland, Canada…even a couple from San Francisco!).  To sum it up, the people we met in Nepal were memorable.

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The sites.

Hopefully you can tell from our trekking posts that we found the mountains and landscape amazingly impressive.  That’s why we came to Nepal.  We didn’t really come for the sites, but once we got to Katmandu we decided to check some out anyways which left us pretty disappointed.  One example is Swayambhnath temple, also known as the Monkey Temple.  After paying the entry fee (free for Nepalis of course) we hoped to enjoy the old architecture and view from the temple and dozens of surrounding stupas.  As we climbed the last of the stairs and the top of the hill came into view, we were disgustedly disappointed to find that a religious site with so much potential beauty was marred with dozens of souvenir stands selling the same junk and music you can find anywhere else in town.  Why did they have to set up shop in the temple area?  Oh yeh, that’s right: temple attracts tourists, tourist= ATM.  Hopefully you are beginning to understand our frustrations with Nepal.  Its not that we hoped to get through this country without spending too much money, we knew it would cost something, but it’s the general way we can feel we are being treated differently than in the other countries we’ve visited.  A way of being treated that makes us think Nepalis are greedy, even though I know they aren’t all that way.  It’s just unfortunate that many of the people we interacted with were.

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