Saturday, 12 December 2009

Fulfilling a life long dream...

Steph:
Today I rode an elephant!

This has been on my 'Things to do before I die' list since a very young age and today in Laos, I could finally tick it off!
Bravely, I jumped at the chance to 'drive' the elephant instead of the guide! I was very intrigued by the elephant's extremely squashy head... Squashy and hairy. Felt weird.

Aside from the Animal Rights concerns floating around our heads (not because of any mistreatment that we saw, but because we don't know how we feel about taking elephants away from their herds for the sake of tourism), we had a wonderful time even though it was dark and had turned into something of a night-time safari!


Laos - Land of Waterfalls








Love at first sight in laid-back Laos




Chris > We began our journey to Laos in the old royal city of Luang Prabang. Our Vietnam Airlines commuter jet touched down at Luang Prabang’s sleepy airport and we then hopped into one of the local songtails (converted pickup trucks). On one side the Nam Khan river swirls between steep banks and on the other the Mekong rolls, flat and still and brown. The girls who cycled past us were holding umbrellas to block the sun along our drive into town.



Laos has one of the lowest population densities in Asia (about 11 per sq mile). This 'second city' is a tiny, magical place. The temple-monasteries, or wats, rise behind the porched houses that line the streets now considered a UNESCO world heritage site. I have never been immediately drawn so strongly to a country this beautiful before.



After marching around to find a decent hotel for $10, we sat at a table overlooking the Mekong to take in the glorious mountains, sunset and taste our first Beer Lao. I had heard of this legendary lager before. Beer Lao is made with rice in addition to malt. This, gives the pilsner beer a flavor that is both light and crisp. It's considered sort of a funky, travelers' beer that is a rare hit by backpackers and beer snobs alike.

As the sun goes down on this sleepy town I think this is going to be a magical visit.

Thursday, 10 December 2009

Laos from the sky



Even from the window on the plane I could tell that Laos was special. I've never seen untouched landscapes that go on for so long. The lush, green mountain ranges seemed to go on for ever without any sign of human interference.

Even when flying over the Alps in Europe, it's possible to see small villages and towns interspersed amongst the peaks. Not with Laos. If you've ever flown over the Fjords in Norway, what you see is a similar scene of green and untouched nature yet here in Laos, the natural landscape is uninterrupted for so much longer.

As we flew in closer to Luang Prabang, tiny hamlets of around fifteen huts started to become visible but with no road leading to them, they still remained as tiny specks of yellow amongst the green, mountainous jungle.

We were excited to spend time getting to know this country whose second largest city, on first sight, seemed more like a small town!

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Angkor Wat



Chris' prediction that our trip to the Angkor Wat temple complex was going to be the highlight of our trip so far wasn't far wrong.

We were sobered by what we saw in the country's capital Phnom Penh, but we were awestruck by what we saw here at Angkor Wat, five and a half kilometres from Siem Reap.

At $20 per person for one day's access to the complex, it's not exactly cheap as chips to come here. However, it's completely worth it. Many people take two to three days to explore, a sensible option. As per, chris and I were short on time so did as much as we could in just a day.

Built in the 12th century, mainly from sandstone, the complex of temples is immense at 1000 square kilometres. Angkor Wat itself is so magnificent, one wonders whether it's even worth visiting any of the others!

Our favourite however, was the Bayon temple in Angkor Thon: with hundreds of faces staring out at us, there's an eerie sense that living mortals aren't the only ones around!

Strangely, that evening on HBO (on our satelite TV in our $10 air-conditionned room, don't you know!) Lara Croft appeared before me at this very site! Having never seem the film Tomb Raider, I couldn't believe part of it was filmed at the very temple I had visited just that day!


Our tuk tuk driver did a great job of taking us to the largest and most magnificent temples and we were completely overwhelmed at each.


This vast Khmer temple city once was home to a million people at a time when London had only 300,000. We tried to imagine these jungle-covered ruins in all their majesty in the 1850s when the French rediscovered it in all its splendour. It took them five years to just clear the vegetation before beginning preservation. Chris proclaimed it to be real Indiana Jones exploration:

"You do feel a childlike sense of discovering a new hidden place. How incredible would it have been to explore this ancient city with the French archiological school of Indochina? " (Quote from Christophe!)


As has happened a few times with us on our travels, especially in India, the tuk tuk got a flat tyre. This was one of our only experiences in Cambodia to get off the beaten track and meet people living out of the 'dollarised' cities that the tourists flock to. We were nothing less than thrilled with this chance to meet some locals who live very simple lives on the doorstep of Cambodia's biggest tourist attraction.



Strangely, we were touring Angkor Wat the same day exiled ex-Thai PM Thaksin Shinawatra headed for a game of golf with his mate the Cambodian PM. This relationship is enraging Thailand. He's closer than ever to his native Thailand after being ousted from rule. The Cambodians however refuse to extradite him. As helicopters fly overhead and we whizz past hundreds of military police on the way back to the hotel, our tuk tuk driver explains that he is convinced that there will soon be war.





Monday, 7 December 2009

Dr Fish!

Fish Amok (in coconut suace).

Siem Reap > Tonight we ate traditional Cambodian fish from the Tonle Sap lake. Then we went next door so the fish could eat us...


The owner of Dr Fish said we could could feed his fish with our dead skin for as long as we could take the tickling.


We let them go to town - our blistered hiking needed quite a bit of exfoliating...

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Phnom Penh, Cambodia


Steph > Chris and I were completely sobered on our first day in Cambodia after exploring the country’s recent history. Visiting the Killing Fields directly after the Genocide Museum at the ‘security centre’ , once an old school, brought home the horrors of what people suffered at the hands of the idealistic Communists that were the Khmer Rouge.

I couldn’t help but make an link between the irony of some of the Khmer Rouge’s ideals and those of Adolf Hitler, the brown-haired dictator promoting an ‘Aryan race’ full of blond-haired beauties. Similarly, the leaders of the Khmer Rouge were all highly educated academics (Pol Pot had been educated in Paris before returning to Cambodia as a teacher in a private high school) who exterminated any of their country men who had received an education themselves: teachers, doctors, scientists, and many urban dwellers. Unless they were part of a select few (let’s keep it in the family) they were all executed . Their crime: education and thus a connection with capitalism and a suspected involvement in free market activities.


The truth, it seems obvious to me, was more likely to be that their education and knowledge could have been used as a most powerful tool to rise up against the new regime. Pol Pot himself knew the power of education and thus believed he must eliminate the most likely to be able to provide argument and to appeal to the global community and his regime would remain safe.

I am amazed that they managed to pull it off to be honest. To empty a whole city in a matter of days is really something. The belief that they would be moved only a few kilometres and be returning to their homes in a matter of two or three days, and that the whole purpose for the evacuation was the imminent threat of American bombing, was encouragement enough for the inhabitants of Phnom Penh to leave behind their homes. If only they had known that this lie would lead to separation from their family, starvation, slave labour and a high possibility of death…

What remained was an illiterate society with a severe lack of modern medical knowledge. As an unfortunate consequence, until recently, Cambodia still lacked skilled workers and a literate mass. Due to the deaths and extermination of such a high proportion of the population in the 70s, today, the majority of Cambodians are under 35 years old.

To keep you is no benefit. To destroy you is no loss.
A Khmer Rouge motto in reference to ‘New People’ or urban dwellers new to life as a peasant following the evacuation of the cities.

With this new knowledge, we were both left deeply unsettled. I wonder why it’s not taught as part of the UK’s National Curriculum and others in the West to be honest.


On our second day, Chris and I took a far more relaxing bicycle tour of local markets and then visited a number of establishments for their Happy Hours, as researched by Chris. First, we stopped at Hotel le Royal, owned by Singapore’s very own Raffles chain. More interesting than this though, this hotel was where the foreign journalists along with so many Cambodian journalists took refuge when the Khmer Rouge first began their emptying of the city in 1975. Only a few days later however, foreign journalists were sent to the French Embassy before being forced to leave the country two weeks later. Sadly any Cambodian journalists, their being educated and all, were sent to Security Prison 21 (now the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum which Chris and I visited) to be tortured before their extermination in the Killing Fields. The film ‘Killing Fields’ depicts exactly this and is partly set at the Hotel.

The hotel itself was old-world and splendid. Chris and I had thought to leave our bikes for the Valets to collect. They were having none of it however and we were encouraged to wheel our vehicles around the side of the hotel so as not to make the place look untidy!

Inside, we felt the decades melt away and we were back in the 70s in a large bar area with comfortable couches and floral décor.


Following our cocktails here, we cycled rather tipsily to the Foreign Correspondants’ Club - the site of Chris’ previous blog entry - and indulged in a number of their Happy Hour Delights.

We were excited to explore a little more of this fascinating country and looked forward to the next day’s journey to Siem Reap in the North for our discovery of Angkor Wat.

N.B Interesting info I have learned recently...Cambodia was ruled by the French for 90 years when in 1863 the King invited them to impose a protectorate over his weakened kingdom in order to protect them from Thailand. The French preceeded to model Phnom Pehn on a provincial French town!

Compared to Vietnam however, where the French ruled for many more years, the French invested relatively little in the Cambodian economy. What they did leave behind were roads and port facilities. In addition, the French rediscovered Angkor Wat, promoting for the Cambodians a huge sense of pride in their previously unknown yet utterly magnificent medieval history.

Friday, 27 November 2009

Remembering the unclear morals of the iron fist.


Chris : I'm sitting here under the terrace fans of the foreign correspondents club in Phnom Penh. The leather armchairs are perfect for taking notes while enjoying the war photography on the wall and a grand view of the river. For the first time in weeks I've been able to clear my thoughts because a lot of questions have been filling our heads.

There were sharp contrasts for people on either side of the wall in Germany and today there are many contrasts in consumerist Cambodia.

Touring communist-influenced countries on the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall has given many interesting comparisons of how governments' take hold of peoples lives, past and present. From present day Chinese censorship and Indian corruption, we had already seen a lot. Now we are meeting the people of Indochina who dealt with genocide and countless bloody wars in the not-so-distant past. It was interesting to see what had become of the moral bankrupcy of communism that pope John Paul II did so much to expose, and the West tried so hard to bury during the cold war.
Propaganda posters are still painted on the walls of small towns and large cities.

For me it was very hard to come to terms with a deeper understanding of what the Vietnamese now call the 'American War', the horrors of chemical warfare, and one of the darkest chapters in US history too. Looking over at the latest headlines from Afghanisthan on the New York Times, I don't even want to ask the question of whether America will learn from it's mistakes.

Vietnam has seen so much conflict in the last century that one can not help but being surprised by an amazingly positive people who have certainly moved on. I wished I had asked the few people we talked to in cafes and street stalls.

After a few days in Saigon we headed an hour north yesterday to cross the nearby boarder into Cambodia. We soon realised that nothing could compare to the recent history that Cambodians had to put behind them. We went straight to the 'security centers' (torture prisons) of the Khmer Rouge here in Phnom Penh. We learned what life was like in the 1970s when this city was evacuated under the politics of 'Demicratic'
Kampuchea.


It is almost impossible to underatand how these radicals eliminate the capitalist bourgioise influnces into an agrarian hell for three years, and how Pol Pot could pull this off overnight. During the mass evacuations of all 'evil' cities, Cambodians were marched to the fields. They brought only the possesions they could carry and the shirt on theor back to work in a classless system of agriculture and farming. The new class of laborers were given nothing and allowed nothing. They even had to shower in their clothes. All daily conforts were erased. Human institutions of religion, love, marriage were all deleted. Even family was forbidden. The legal system thrown out the window. How were these morals just thrown out the window?

Instead Cambodians were given two things: fear, and a sole purpose to work in the fields for the 'Angkar' (organisation) under the gun of the Khmer Rouge. People with an education, or any other potential for disobedience were eradicated. They say it was better to torture and kill 10 innocent people, if only one turned out to be a dissident. There were no more than a few thousand administrators who were living in this ghost city in order to organise the country and process prisoners.

It sent chills down our spines to creep through cells with no one else around. I won't explain the torture methods but just say that almost everyone who was brought to these security centres were soon sentenced to death.


We drove straight to the killing fields almost an hour outside Phnom Penh where men, women and children were brought for execution. This was an eerie visit for us. We arrived at sunset to find the area empty with no other tourists around just before closing time.

People told us we would be shocked by what we found. But as we followed the paths, we couldn't find any signs of the mass graves. It soon sunk in that the scraps of cloth sticking out of the dirt in the path was clothing that had gradually surfaced as visitors pass day after day - the same clothes they were not allowed to take off for neither sleep, nor shower. Steph soon looked a little closer and found a scattered set of teeth. We then saw a bone sticking out in the middle of the path. Not much was touched here since the days when around 300 people were murdered each day.


When the sun set we drove back to our hostel in the city, just a few hubdred metres from the royal palace. Fireworks were thumping across the sky above to mark independence day from the Vietnamese who left in the 1990s after toppling the DK, while families watch from their picnic blankets.


"To see what is in front of you often takes a constant struggle." George Orwell

It is perplexing to think that most of the Khmer Rouge were never brought to justice. Today there is a large gap in the older generations while the torturers live alongside the tortured.

How to the crowds filling the park feel about their past, their country?? What do all the happy cyclists smiling back choose to remember?

It is just unimaginable to me how each and every Cambodian can live with this only 30 years on.