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14 Point Turns

2010-03-25T09:00:00.000-07:00

Having a car in Fontainebleau is essential. Many people (including me) live out of town and the transportation alternatives (taxis, public transportation, cycling) have some severe limitations. I opted for a long-term rental of a 5 seater so that I could enjoy a few road trips around the region and take my bike along. It's great on the road; spacious and comfortable, with plenty of room for my bicycle. What I didn't bargain for was the challenge that my gigantic vehicle would create when my trips came to an end. Welcome to Europe, land of the impossible parking spaces.

Every time I have to park, I seem to need to do a 14 point turn. I can't help but have a flashback of Austin Powers (sorry, Erik):

Français essentiel

2010-03-17T12:49:00.000-07:00

finalement, je suis en France, et il est temps pour moi d'etre sérieuse a propos d'apprendre le français. hereusement, la vie présente ses opportunites, comme je l'expliquerai. mais, je crois que je vais essayer d'écrire un blog par semaine en français en vue de pratiquer plus. si vous parlez le français et découvrez une erreur (je vais en faire beaucoup), s'il vous plaît envoyez-moi un mot pour que je puisse l'améliorer.quand je conduisais vers l'école ce matin, j'ai crevé un pneu. je n'ai pas de téléphone en ce moment et il n'y avait pas de taxi à proximité (j'étais au milieu de la forêt), alors j'ai eu à voyager avec un étranger qui passait en voiture.

Erik m'a dit que je devais repairer le pneu crevé moi meme - mais je n'étais pas intéressée par cette experience a la nuit tombee. alors j'ai appelé un mécanicien. bien sur, il ne pouvait parler français. j'ai expliquer en mauvais francais. à ma grande surprise, il a compris mon explication et il a fixé le problem tout de suite.

Je ne sais toujours pas comment réparer une crevaision, mais je suis venu avec une bonne idée commerciale: pantalons a taille haute pour les mécaniques.

Empire State of Mind

2010-03-13T11:10:00.000-08:00

New York.

I love this place.

With a few days to spare until classes commence again, I've come to spend a little time with Erik, who is here for work. There's so much to do in this city...

- cycling: 'up state', including a private ride in a police cruiser (don't worry mom)

- concerts: alice in chains concert; it's been a while since I felt like one of the young people at a concert

- museums: tim burton exhibit at the moma. oh momma. oh yeah!

- and 3d movies. It's becoming a habit...and Alice in Wonderland happens to be my favorite story...Erik happens to be my favorite date...Tim Burton happens to be among my favorite movie makers. sooo...how can one go wrong! (that's my 'blue steel' in the picture, erik is trying out normality)

I think that alicia keys is on to something. I love this city.

Home. Sweet, Sweet, Home.

2010-03-05T08:36:00.000-08:00

Another country, another home. It's not exactly the Club Med that I enjoyed in Singapore, but that doesn't mean it's a step down. In fact, I've secured myself a spot at a 16th century chateau located between Fontainebleau and Paris.

I'm living in the servants quarters, but I get treated to this view every time that i return home.

I can go for a 30 minute + run in the walled backyard - starting around the canal.

after six months in singapore, it's nice to be close to nature again. to feel the cool breeze on my cheeks.

my running path goes around a small lake.

past some sculptures in the forest

hello Atlas.

I think that I'm going to like it here.

So Long Singy

2010-02-27T12:58:00.000-08:00

When I initially decided to come to INSEAD, the prospect of completing a small part of the program in asia was definitely part of the draw; however, I was most interested in INSEAD for the the opportunity to live in France, so I didn't ever expect Singapore to be a significant part of my program experience. Two months there, tops.

Ultimately, after consulting with students and alumni, I decided to start in Singapore, which meant spending a minimum of four months there. I was certain that this would be plenty of time to satisfy my curiosity about the region and to take in the island nation. Some travel before the start of the program, combined with a few weekend trips - a lot could be accomplished in four months, right? Well yes, but it's all relative. My wish list of things to see and do in the region just kept getting longer. So, I stayed another two months. Besides, Fontainebleau in January/February was reputed to be dark, cold and lonely - how could I possibly leave the tropics.

Staying an extra couple of months afforded me the chance to see a few more places, and a bit more of the city. In total, I've squeeeeeeezed in a number separate trips over the last six months:

- papua new guinea (various)
- indonesia (bintan)
- indonesia (bali)
- japan (tokyo)
- malaysia (kuala lumpur)
- sri lanka (various)
- indonesia (pangkil pulau)
- thailand (koh phi phi)
- brunei (bandar seri begawan)
- vietnam (saigon)
- cambodia, thailand (bangkok), myanmar
- china (hong kong)
- thailand (koh phangan)
- australia (sydney)
- malaysia (kota kinabalu)

I've also enjoyed a number of Singapore's own offerings:

- Singapore Night Safari

- Chinese New Year

- Deevali

- Sunday Brunch at Raffles Hotel

- Singapore Flyer

- Singapore National Day

- Formula 1 Night Race

- Singapore Marathon

After six months in Singapore, it's time to say goodbye and look ahead to finishing my MBA program in France. I'll miss this place, but I feel like I've accomplished a lot during my time here.

Doin the Tourist thing

2010-02-25T14:46:00.000-08:00

Do you like animals? Do you wish that you could see them in the wild? Do you get frustrated when you go to the zoo and you have to use your camera zoom lens just to get a closer glimpse of the animal hidden at the back of its cage? Then, seriously, you need to check the Singapore Night Safari out out.

I went last night as a part of my effort to see the city's main attractions before I leave Singapore. I don't know how the zoo here has set things up so smoothly, but it's unlike any zoo I've been to before. Cages are more like habitats - very few (if any) signs of cages and fences.

Even with the lions

and the rhino's,

it feels as though you are right in the same field as the animals (indeed, sometimes you are). Somehow, animals are all in an easy to see location - sometimes sleeping - but nevertheless visible. It was amazing. A great way to spend a night in Singapore. My only wish is that I would have taken more time - I could have easily spent 3 more hours there.

I also checked out the Singapore flyer - a the city's version of the London eye.

A pretty way to see the city, though slightly less impressive than the zoo! It was a tough act to follow.

Douchebabes

2010-02-25T05:53:00.000-08:00

The fifth in our National Week series, Russian (Vodka) Week took the campus by storm this week. As a part of the festivities, the Russians hosted a treasure hunt around Singapore. I formed a team of 5 girls and, to properly get in the spirit of the event, we decided on a team name - Douchebusters.

To express our enthusiasm and awesomeness, we put together costumes and gave ourselves some douchebabe names. Blondie, Money Penny, Nancy Drew, Snow White. I was Maple Sugar. Even the driver that we hired gave himself a nickname - the Black Mole!

Considering that I've been in Singapore for six months now, I was shocked to discover so many new places. Such a shame to just be doing this at the end of my time here. As it turned out, we were the only team that thought to dress up, but I'd say that it only added to the fun. After three hours of clue solving and bombing around the city, we finally reached the finish. We didn't win the hunt, but it was unanimous that we'd had the most fun.

To finish the night right, we decided to hit the town together. We pulled a superman move and tucked into the restroom at the Swisshotel with our Douchebuster packs. 15 minutes later we were ready for action. Not bad.

Mt. Kinibalu, Borneo

2010-02-21T16:17:00.000-08:00

One of my last weekends in Asia, but one of my first to enjoy the outdoors here. We travelled to Borneo this weekend to climb Mount Kinabalu, the highest peak on the island.

We took the typical route, which entails a two day venture, going most of the way up on the first day, then summiting for sunrise on the second day and taking the rest of the second day to complete the long (and severe) descent.

The first day took us above the clouds. I haven't been in that position for a long time except in an airplane. It is much nicer when you can feel the wind against your skin and not be interrupted by inflight announcements regarding duty free offerings, etc.

I hiked most of the first day with my good friend, Laura. She's from Switzerland, so she 'gets' my love of the mountains. When we got to the lodge at the end of the trail for day 1, we felt like we could make it to the top - no need to pack it in for the day. We were so full of energy, it was like we were high. We walked into the lodge to the sight of another group, who, apparently, felt a bit differently about the mornings exploits.Starting out late on the second day was slow, on account of a few of the tardier members of our group. This would not have been an issue, except that it meant that we were stuck behind a long line of slow people. We quickly became frustrated (it was cold out, and we were moving at a snails pace). We decided to make a pass and took an aggressive pass (off 'path') in the dark. We paid the price, as I bailed on some rough granite and skinned my knee and a few others suffered rolled ankles. It served us right, but it was worth it. At some point we ended up close to the front of the pack. It wasn't like we were in a hurry per se, we were just trying to keep warm. We were the last to leave the lodge and ended up to be the second (only by a matter of minutes) to reach the top. It was a good thing, too. There was very limited space to sit up there on the tippy top of the mountain. We basically took all of the vacant space.

It was still dark at that point, with no sign of sunshine and we all speculated on the direction in which the sun would rise.

Eventually, the sunlight began to peak through.

We hogged our space at the top until it was bright and warm.

And we enjoyed the views all around. Talk about being on top of the world.

Chinese New Year - in style!

2010-02-14T11:08:00.000-08:00

This being Chinese New Year, I elected to stay back and do something unusual; enjoy a weekend in Singapore. With the Chinese comprising a large percentage of the population here, the entire island seemed to be decorated for the occassion. Our Saturday night plan was to check out the fireworks in Chinatown. Sounds like a good plan, eh? Well, apparently everyone else in Singapore thought so, too. The show itself was confined to an area smaller than Olympic Plaza and was closed off by walls of buildings on every side (*hello* who's brilliant idea was it to have the show here?). By the time we arrived, which was just in time for the fireworks, about a zillion people were already there. The courtyard sized area was already over capacity and we were stuck behind a building. We could hear and smell the fireworks, but could see nothing.

Not to let a good weekend be lost, we packed it in early so that we could get up for brunch on Sunday. One of the essential stops on any proper stay in Singapore is the Sunday Champagne Brunch at Raffles (for those who don't know, Raffles is an over-the-top colonial era hotel named for the founder of the city/country). It's not cheap, but I'd say that we did our best to get our money's worth.

When the place eventually shut down, we headed to the casino - the first (legal) casino in Singapore (since the 'good old days'). It opened today. The government has developed a dual entry scheme in order to capitalize on foreign money, while discouraging gambling among citizens. That is, when you enter the building, you have to show your passport; foreigners enter for free, while locals must pay S$100 just to enter. My guess is that this is a deterent not only for locals but for some foreigners as well. When you combine this with a culture that is, by nature, more reserved than the community in vegas, the result is an empty room completely devoid of enthusiasm. As I don't gamble myself, I realise that I might be missing something; however, it would seem to me that the uninhibited enthusiasm is an essential ingredient in a successful casino. This was neither a fun place to be, nor the sort of environment in which one might get totally carried away and bet the farm. It will be interesting to see how this place does in the long term.

Sydney!

2010-02-07T17:29:00.000-08:00

Ever thought that Australia was just a stone's throw away from asia? Do you know how long it takes to fly from Singapore to Sydney? 7.5 hours! and that's a direct flight.

Erik was 'Down Under' last week to do a bike race, so I jumped on a plane to meet up with him in Sydney while he was on his way back to Canada. My journey was till shorter than Erik's, but...really...would you have thought Singapore-Sydney flight would somewhere approximate Calgary-London?

The last time I was in Sydney was almost 20 years ago, so it was interesting to see the city through my adult eyes and also how things have changed.

Our hotel was right near the Opera house, which made it i) a beautiful place to relax, ii) close to some great dining, and ii) a wonderful starting point for some rainy but warm cycling.

By day, our adventures mostly took us North of the city. Moving around by bicycle allows you to appreciate the little differences - the sounds and smells. And it's a great excuse to check out the Aussie hospitality when you stop to take a break. In usual Erik fashion, this included indulging in a fancy drink.By night, we checked out the waterfront restaurant scene. A nice range of world cuisine. It was fun to just walk about and fool around. Good place to spend a long weekend, even if it was a long journey (for both of us).

Full Moon Party in Koh Phangan

2010-01-29T15:28:00.000-08:00

Succumbing to the whims of the masse, I joined a group of about 50 of my classmates to attend the Full Moon Party in Koh Phangan, Thailand.

If you're an early 30's workaholic, the Full Moon Party sounds like a semi-touristy of cultural experience and a great opportunity to enjoy a night out doors on the beach. But, if you're an early-20's overweight-substance-abusing-Australian, you'll know that the Full Moon Party is a chance to meet up with all of your friends and do things that you wouldn't think of telling your mother about.

The first clue that this is a soulless night of mayhem is the plethora of booths selling alcoholic drinks in buckets.

Fortunately, I was surrounded by many friends whose interests were closer to my own, which meant the fun was not entirely lost. One nice thing about traveling in a group this size is that you can rent out entire restaurants for your own purpose.

And when it comes to a night of fun on the beach, you can make your own party.

Of course, I didn't need to come all the way to Thailand to enjoy the company of my classmates. Then again, they don't have sunrises like this in Singapore.

Hong Kong, at last

2010-01-22T11:48:00.000-08:00

Using Singapore as a base for travel in Asia over the last six months has been wonderful. It's a beautiful city and I always love coming back to it because it is i) first world (has potable water and I can eat street vendor food) ii) safe (I can walk almost anywhere at any time without feeling at risk), and iii) easy (accessible for foreigners). This sets it apart from most of the nearby destinations that I have visited. It is truly remarkable how different a neighbours can be, and Singapore has set a fine example of the advancements that can be achieved through of a relentless pursuit of economic development through i) fighting corruption, and ii) enforcing rules (setting the stage to establish steadfast institutions that invite market development).

Thanks to subsidized housing, the government ensures that all citizens have access to affordably put a roof over their heads. A favourable tax regime has attracted expats and businesses from around the globe to set up shop in this island nation. By comparison to its neighbours, please in Singapore are living well.

Of course, this prosperity has come at an expense. I have heard some people liken the perfection that has become Singapore as 'sterile'. True, the nation's subsidized housing may not be showing up in any architectural digests (admittedly, this is changing with new developments). And, the arts scene in the city makes Calgary look like a wonderland (January's inaugural fringe festival was a respectable start).

I have also heard many criticisms of the 'ruthless conviction' with which the government has charged ahead to impose rules and change since it split from Malaysia. If you try to engage a taxi driver in a discussion on politics you'll see him squirm in his seat in fear that you are out for a sound byte that might incriminate him. The 'big brother' paranoia permeates almost every facet of Singapore life, if you have your ear open to it.

I might be forgiven in thinking that these are the necessary evils of economic development in the region. But wait...there's Hong Kong. I knew Hong Kong by reputation as a commerce centre for the region. Like Singapore, Hong Kong has been shaped by its roots as a British colony. And even more than Singapore, Hong Kong has established itself as the charter city for development. I don't know the intricacies of how the economy evolved here, but it was quickly obvious that this is no Singapore.

Prosperity? check. Safety? check. Accessibility? check. Sterility? nope!

The thing that struck me first when we landed in Hong Kong was how 'imperfect' it is. Sidewalk at an angle. A little bit of litter on the street. Moss on the walls.

Imperfection is beautiful.

I guess that the place just feels 'lived in'. And it's nice. It's like Europe. In Asia. And, yet, it somehow feels more asian than Singapore. I can't explain it, really.

A walk around our hotel took us to an inner city botanical garden that showcased a wide range of primates and generated an echoy 'ooooo oooo aaaa aaaaa' that resonated in the surrounding blocks.

The climate in Hong Kong is a bit cooler than Singapore, which made it nice to walk around. I've heard the heat can be oppressive in the summer - but, in January, it's perfect for a few Canadians, a Brit, an Austrian and a Slovenian to do some exploring on foot. It feels nice to be somewhere with seasons!

As you might expect from a densely populated island, the transit system is well developed. We found these 'add value' machines in the subway. I couldn't help but reflect on how I was always trying to add value in my old job. Too bad that I didn't have a machine to help me out! (side note: no idea what these kids in the picture are doing).

By night, we took a lovely harbour cruse to check out the city lights and make our way to a dinner spot across the water. Super cheesy tourist thing to do - but it was absolutely lovely (if a bit chilly).

The dining in Hong Kong was incredible. Affordable and top shelf. The separation between expat hangouts and local hangouts is notable (and somewhat takes away from the experience), but we tried our hand at both and were not disappointed. If you are planning to spend some time in Asia, Hong Kong is worth a visit. It's a nice example of how a place can move forward, while maintaining its character.

Passport

2010-01-16T15:36:00.000-08:00

Before I set out on this wild and wonderful year of 'education', I took the time to renew my passport (well in advance of the otherwise scheduled timeline for replacement). I wanted to ensure that I had adequate flexibility to travel - space for visas being a key driver.

I get excited every time I go to a new country and collect a stamp. Some places have an ink stamp. Others have a paper stamp like the one you might put on a postcard home. Others still give you an entire page stamp. (Side note: There seems to be an inverse relationship between the size of the stamp and GDP per capita for the issuing nation). Whatever the mark, it's exciting every time. It's more fun than the sticker collection that I had as a kid.

My American friend, Liz, has even had new pages sewn in her passport - TWICE! It almost looks like the passport is fake, since it is stuffed with so many visas and has straddled a change in passport design, such that the pages that are sewn in look very different than those that were included in the original passport. What a beautiful souvenir.

I've found myself browsing through my own passport, wondering what it will look like by the end of the year. Wondering what adventures are in store for me. As I was preparing my French visa application in anticipation of my move there in two months, I had reason to take another joyful flip through my passport. What I discovered is that my brand new passport had only a couple of blank pages remaining. With a few trips lined up over the coming two months, and an entire page required for the french visa that will need to last me until at least the end of July, that spelled a need to visit the Canadian embassy.

Sadly, the Canadian passport office will not simply sew in new pages. I will need to get a brand new passport (not so easy when you're not in Canada!) and start my collection from scratch. Again.

Myanmar - Finale

2010-01-09T14:55:00.000-08:00

Leaving Inle Lake was difficult. Not only because we wanted more time to explore, but because we knew that the next stop was Yangon; a place in which we had already fruitlessly turned almost every stone in search of inspiration. There was just one more thing to see in Yangon, the Shwe Dagon temple. The main attraction. The ‘dessert’ that our tour organizer had saved for last.

Out front, we were treated to an impromptu hooligan caneball match, which was an exciting distraction.

Indeed, the temple was interesting, even to a non-Buddhist. The sheer goldness of it was hard to ignore. But, after Bagan and Inle Lake, it was hard to really appreciate its glory. I felt for our guide, who tried hard to make our tour exciting, knowing full well that we had just come from a grand tour of the inland. And just when we thought the sightseeing was finished, we were invited to check out the Burmese nightlife. As you might expect, things are done a little differently here. We went to a place called Power Light, which fits somewhere along the spectrum between karaoke bar and strip club. Hired women come out and sing, sometimes also dancing (conservatively, of course…often in that grade 7 style). Men show their approval by buying things to decorate the ladies with – mostly garlands. Sometimes the garlands pile so high that it becomes awkward for the girl to sing or dance. It is possible to tell how popular a girl is by the quantity and quality of the garlands she is strutting by the end of her song. Not surprisingly, it turns out, many of the girls that become well endowed end up ‘working overtime’.

It was an interesting end to this crazy trip. This is a place of contradictions. Gold everywhere, and people living with nothing. Rule takers and rule breakers. Peace loving buddhists and an aggressive militant regime.

Apparently there are promises of an election sometime this year, though nobody seems to know when or if they will happen. This is a country ready for change. It seems that Aung San Suu Kyi’s virtual endorsement of travel in the region has begun to open things up. Elections might be a window for full fledged tourism in the near future, in which case, this place is about to undergo tremendous change. There are certainly signs that this could be positive for the people living here; however, I’m not sure they are ready for rapid change on that scale.

Water Village, Flaming Pink Tassles and One legged Fishermen

2010-01-07T20:04:00.000-08:00

This trip just keeps getting better. From Mandalay, we headed to Inle Lake, an outrageously beautiful body of water that is the setting for a number of traditional settlements. Starting with the market, we enjoyed an intimate look at the way in which the people in the region live. This beats any try-hard-city-slicker farmers market that I've ever seen. It's the real deal.

Even monks enjoy dvd's and music. Tasty...Though there is clearly a tourism industry here, it feels a less disturbed by it than, say, Bagan and Mandalay. Accessibility seems to be the key reason (it certainly isn't a matter of virtue). We had to take a one hour journey on a long boat to get to our lakeside hotel, which was another 45 minutes by boat from the 'main attraction'; an entire community built on the water. Stilted homes. Floating gardens.

The community depends heavily on fishing and, in fact, is known for its unique fishing style. The fisherman use one leg to paddle and steer the boat, meanwhile using both hands to handle the fishing net.
There are a few religious sites located in the village, including a temple that is home to a family of jumping cats. I hadn't realized that cats could be trained so well to do tricks.

A visit to another village, located nearby on the lakeside, made us wish that we had more time here. Hiking and trekking opportunities abound from here, but we were only able to enjoy a taste. There was a local fair taking place, which meant a lot of excitement and carnival-style games, including gambling (which is illegal). The main game here is like a giant manual slot machine (pictures werent allowed, otherwise I'd have a whole slideshow!). Three gigantic dice about the size of milk crates, resting on a flat board that is at a 60 degree angle, suspended by a long stick that is held by a person who releases the dice (one by one). It seems so primitive, yet even we (who have been to vegas) were captivated.

Our short hike took us past 1045 stupas on a hill. Had we not already been to Bagan, this might have been more interesting. It seems a shame that it is so easy to start to take these impressive things for granted. Then again, by now, the things we are appreciating the most are the people and the way of life here. It just seems so peaceful. Like these kids playing in their island yard. It's hard to tell from the picture, but one of the kids is wearing gummy fangs. We were passing by in a boat and just wanted to jump out and play along. Looked like so much fun.

Our hotel was presenting a cultural show. One of the stars of the show was a giant pink deer - the sort that has two guys underneath it, operating the movement of the legs, body and head. This one was special because it could pick up a candle with its mouth and light it. Impressive. And then they brought out the fireworks. Given that we were dining in a wooden house on a lake, this gave me the same sort of uneasy feeling that I had a few years ago when Erik's uncle Gary was pouring gasoline on the fire at our campsite in Kananaskis. but we watched with interest anyway think that it might have been my North American. When he knocked one of the over and then tried to correct it with his foot, flaming pink tassles seemed inevitable. But, thankfully, they quickly got it under control.

We spent two nights here, but could have done more. Sunsets continue to inspire. The first night.

and then the second.

Mandalay and the Moustache Brothers

2010-01-05T19:16:00.000-08:00

We caught an early flight to Mandalay and arrived in time to watch 1000 monks having lunch at one of the larger monasteries in the city. And can you believe it, we saw yet another few friends from school. Seems that Burma is the place to be right now.

We visited a 1.2km long teak bridge that was built in 1849 and generally explored the area surrounding the city. The Royal Palace is in the middle of the city, surrounded by a moat and then a brick wall that is 2 metres thick and 2 kilometres long on each side. Sounds safe, but not so much. The palace itself has been rebuilt as the original was destroyed through a combination of fires and war. In any class, it's clear that protecting the palace, and the country, is now of paramount importance. The sign outside explains the 'people's desire'...

Another of the city's attractions is the Golden buddha. It gains 6 pounds per year on account of the gold leaf that people bring and press on to the statue. Must have more gold... Some monks approached us and asked if they could take a picture, which was kind of funny.

Our pursuit of the perfect sunset continued in Mandalay. This time we caught it from a temple on a hill overlooking the city.

We met up with two of the other INSEAD groups that are coincidentally here in Mandalay at the same time as us. Dinner was an adventure as we grabbed some local food at a restaurant whose menus made you want to take a shower after you touched them. Miraculously, none of us are feeling sick yet. (if you can't tell, I'm struggling a bit with the food here).

Then we it a comedy show put on by the infamous Moustache brothers. In 1996 after telling politically charged jokes about Myanmar generals at an Independence Day celebration at Aung San Suu Kyi's compound in Yangon, two of the performers were arrested and sentenced to seven years hard labour. After protest from the international community (Rob Reiner and Bill Maher), the two were released after 5 years.

They perform in the private and for foreigners only (our guide would not even drop us off at the place). For our show, the place was packed with about 16 people. Since the power supply is so unreliable, they have several back up solutions to provide light and sound. When one supply cuts out, a red light bulb flashes on, accompanied by an alarm. The first time this happened, I think that I just about had a heart attack.

As if we didn't have enough adventure for the night, the eight of us packed in/on a tiny blue mazda truck to get home. You'll note that there is not sitting room for 8.

Bagan part deux

2010-01-05T08:52:00.000-08:00

We were lucky to find someone today that was willing to talk about life here and learned an interesting fact that, in my opinion, is quite revealing in terms of the economic barriers to wealth creation in this country. The central bank has a history of implementing tactics such as making the 50,000 note (US$50 equivalent) illegal, on the justification that the only ones that hold them are corrupt officials. A great equalizer, I suppose, but doesn't inspire confidence in the currency. Perhaps that is one reason why trust and the bank system are two things that don't go together here. If we think that we have problems in North America, think again. People don't even use banks here.

There are other differences too. Like the Thanaka paste that people (mostly women) put on their faces. You'd be hard pressed to find a woman here without it. It's made from ground bark and applied to the cheeks to protect from the sun and also to look nice. To a westerner, it's a bit freaky at first. But, after a few days, we are basically used to it. Stopped to look at some wall paintings and ran into a few friends from school. That makes the fourth time I have come across someone that I know from school during this trip.

We stopped at a farm and watched how sesame and peanut oil being made the old fashioned way - with an ox and a gigantic morter and pestle.

At the same place, we also saw how palm wine is made - a two day home brew process using a distilling process that resembled the Liebig condenser that we made in grade school science class.

We saw a man on the street with an owl. Apparently they are easy to catch during the day since they are sleeping. (that's not hunting!). It seems that the main purpose of this is to get westerners to pay them money to release the owls. The main event of the day was a visit to a temple on top of a dormant volcano. We could drive most of the way to the top, bu then climbed over 700 steps to reach the top. Normally this would be a piece of cake, but these particular stairs were infested with mangey and aggressive monkeys. To make matters worse, the monkey-pee-covered-stairs were apparently part of the temple, which meant that we had to be barefoot as we climbed them.

Little monk kids fooling around.

There was a payphone in one part of the temple.

We also checked out a weaving factory/sweatshop. Hard to believe this stuff is still done by hand!

Another spectacular sunset. From the top of a temple.

From my hotel room.

Bagan

2010-01-04T08:36:00.000-08:00

The airport was abuzz for our 630am departure. Apparently this is what happens in a country in which you have a limited number of carriers and a limited number of airplanes. Start with first daylight, do your round, then repeat the circuit until it gets dark.

Our tickets didn't have our names or the time of departure on them, just a flight number. So, we waited patiently as men would come around with hand drawn cardboard signs indicating which flight was boarding. Rather informal, which is why we were not entirely surprised when Iris's luggage failed to make it off the plane with us. A detail that caused a bit of concern since it wasn't obvious that there was a system in place to i) locate, or ii) return the luggage.

We carried on with the tour of Bagan anyway. Our first stop was a monks graduation/celebration procession. The procession is accomplanied by music, which is played from an gigantic oldschool loud speaker.Essentially a three hour parade in which young children who have just finished the first stage of their monks studies are dressed up in fancy clothing and shown off to the town.

At first the costumes seem over the top. That is, until you see the temple. Apparently, gold is pretty popular here.

Next stop was the market, since we needed to pick up some ammenities for Iris in case her luggage didn't show up - and also since we were hungry. We found what we needed for Iris, and our appetites were taken care of (rather unconventionally) by walking through the meat market. If last nights experience at the market was shocking, today really put that into perspective. Look closely and you will see dead fish baking in the sun, next to red meat covered in flies, next to dead chickens baking in the sun.

The winner was the dead rats covered in flies. I bent down to take a closer look, thinking that my eyes might be deceiving me. When I got in nice and close a swarm of flies flew off the carcass, causing me to panic (to everyone's amusement).

The market is full of neat things to see. Like this old lady smoking a stogie.

Walking around, we eventually bumped into a guy (seemingly randomly) who advised us that Iris's luggage had been found - in Mandalay. I have no idea how he found us - our decision to stop at the market was spontaneous. It did make us feel a bit as though our activities were being monitored. Or at least it was not difficult to find us, if someone wanted to.

Our hotel on a river that is lined on either side with beautiful sandy beaches. Where the sand ends, agriculture begins. It's stunning. The place will be ruined in a matter of years as the tourism industry expands and destroys the landscape.

No tour is complete without a trip to a temple.

And there are plenty around here to see. There are literally thousands of temples, pagodas and other religious structures here. It's crazy.These two little monks aren't as cute as they look. They asked me to take a picture, then insisted that I pay them. It kind of took away from the 'innocent and holy' image that I like to associate with monks.

We visited a Lacquerware workshop, which was interesting. Lacquerware is an extremely labour intensive process that turns bamboo-based structures into something that is more durable (but not as durable as, say, plastic) and attractive. Interesting to look at; however, it doesn't strike me as the type of industry that will get this country into the next stage of development. Too many superior substitutes are available. We climbed up one of the highest pagodas for a view of the sunset. I think I might have taken about 50 pictures, it was so incredible. But I will share just one. Afterward, we went to the night market. It was too far to walk, so we took a taxi. In Bagan that means a horse cart. Seriously. A place stuck in time.

Yangon

2010-01-03T08:12:00.000-08:00

After leaving Erik in the Bangkok airport, I headed straight to boarding my flight to Yangon, Myanmar. Every country in the region seems to have its own quirks in the immigration system. This was no exception. The visa process begins with a minimum two week processing time that involves 'sending the application by courier to the Ministry of Tourism, which is 300km away'. Even with my stack of paperwork in hand, I was unable to avoid a two hour hang-up with customs officials.

As it's not possible to get local currency before entering the country and bank machines are non-existent here, we had to make arrangements for foreign exchange after our arrival. We sat down for tea and 'our local banker' whips out a stack of cash of the size you might expect to see in a James Bond movie. The exchange rate is something like 1000 Kyat to 1 US dollar, and the common denomination is 1000 Kyat and exchanges are done on a minimum transaction of US$100. Translation, leave your wallet at home, you're going to need a bag to carry your money here.

Our guide attributed his excellent English to Nicolas Cage, whose movies had been a source of hours of entertainment and education about American culture. I want you to think about the consequences of that for a moment. During his explanation of religious beliefs, he explained that 'what you think about before you die will determine how things happen in your next life'. So, he explained, he will plan to think about America before he dies because many beautiful people in America. Hate to break it to you, but I'm not sure that the people you see in Nicolas Cage movies are the best proxy for the American population.

After ticking the boxes for the usual tourist stops, we took a bicycle taxi down to the water for sunset and watched the locals flying kites. Then we headed to chinatown for dinner and checked out the market. Clearly, there are different notions about how to handle meat in this country. Impossible to capture it in a picture, but perhaps as effective, I will share with you a question that Ani posed to me in the market...'Is that a CAT on the meat?'. Nuf said.

Bangkok

2010-01-02T07:19:00.000-08:00

The journey from Phnom Penh to Bangkok took only 70 minutes, but it feels like we just teleported to another dimension. All of the luxuries of a western city (proper toilets), combined with constant reminders that 'oh yeah, you're in asia' (knock off street vendors).

From our hotel room balcony, Erik spotted a sweet pool/patio on the roof top of the building next to us. When it turned out to actually be OUR pool, it almost made us forget that our room was five floors above the most popular bar in Kosahn.

To fulfill our culture quota, Erik and I checked out a temple at the national palace. It was a good reminder that attitudes around 'personal space', 'line-up etiquette', and 'safety' differ in this part of the world.

side note: there are a disproportionately high number of white dudes with asian girlfriends here. just an observation.

We were feeling adventurous with dinner and checked out an asian grill. Although the it was novel to cook your own food, it seemed a little impractical to have half of your meat stick to the grill. It wasn't until we were down to the last few pieces that we realized the white stuff that we had been saving for last was fat, not fish, and that it was meant to be cooked first. Rookie mistake.

For the finale, Erik took me to see Avatar in 3D. Although I love movies, I haven't been to the theatre since we went to see the Lord of the Rings. The fact that the story line is predictable and the movie is 2 hours 45 minutes long is entirely compensated for by the intense visual experience and the good company.

The End of the Road

2010-01-01T01:18:00.000-08:00

Heading south from Phnom Penh and the Killing Fields, Erik and I continued our discovery of the Cambodian countryside. Takeo, then Kep, then Kampot, then Sihanoukville. Each with a slightly different flavour.

We passed 5 weddings getting to Takeo. Weddings here are invariably decorated pink, orange and yellow, with Khmer music blasting over speakers that must come from the drive-thru-window-speaker factory. Tables are arranged under a tent on the 'side of the road' (on the road). Beside the entrance is a picture of the bride and groom dressed and posing like they might be royalty.

Kep was our first stop at the beach. Seems to be where the 'have's' go to play. Neither Erik nor I are particularly fond of actually going into the ocean, but the sound of the waves, combined with the reduced mosquito population make it a pleasant spot to unwind. We stayed at a beautiful little boutique hotel that had only a handful rooms - colonial stone architecture, combined with a little bit of 70s style add-ons. An infinity pool. A few hammocks. And some peace and quiet. It wasn't uniquely Khmer, but it was the sort of place that makes you want to work hard so that you can afford to stay there longer. If I could do it again, another night there would be time well spent.

We encountered our first 'hills' of the trip as we made our way to Sihanoukville. All hills here are marked with signs; even some that might qualify as false flats in Canada. I suppose these are helpful when you are driving an ox-drawn carriage that doesn't have any brakes to speak of, but they are totally useless to bikes, motos and cars.

Our last day full day here was in Sihanoukville - the end of the road. It was scheduled to be a rest day, after almost two weeks of riding. Erik convinced the guide to take us out for one more spin.

I feel like we could spend some more time here easily. Packing the bikes up just felt a bit premature. But, there is real life for both of us to get back to, eventually.

Next stop is Bangkok for a few nights, then we go our separate ways for another couple of months.
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The Spirit of Christmas

2009-12-27T16:03:00.000-08:00

When I told a friend of mine that we were coming to Cambodia for Christmas, he joked 'what better way to say Happy Birthday Jesus than to visit Angkor Wat'.

As it turns out, the highlight of Christmas Eve Day was a visit to the S-21 prison; a high school that was converted to a prison/torture compound during the Khmer Rouge regime. We followed that up on Christmas Day with a visit to the killing fields at Cheong Ek, where something like 20,000 of the S-21 prisoners were brought for execution and disposal.

Though the peasant-based agrarian communist movement lasted less than four years, the Khmer Rouge continued to be a lethal nuisance for 20 years after its fall. Wiping out intellectuals, women, children and enough men to bring a population of 8 million to be comprised of approximately 64 percent women. This country has been through a lot.

Being that I am not Christian, the original meaning of Christmas has little significance to me. I associate its true meaning as being more than a birthday; something related to a message of love and non-violence. In that regard, I think we found a fine way to recognize the occasion.

Merry Christmas from Cambodia.
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A Different Kind of Tourism

2009-12-26T20:25:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I'm embarrassed to be a westerner. When I visit places like Koh Phi Phi, Bali, Cabo San Lucas, etc. It seems a shame that the impression we leave of western culture is that we like to be loud, drink-till-we-puke, and buy tacky souvenirs. Could we leave a worse impression? I was reminded tonight that the answer is yes.

Erik and I arrived in Phnom Penh this afternoon, marking our return to urban Cambodia and the return to a heavier flow of tourism. A different kind of tourism. The kind marked by solo male 'tourists'.

The sex trade itself is something that I have never fully understood, but I realize that it is one of civilization's oldest professions and that scientists have recently shown that even monkeys will engage in forms of prostitution. But in civilized society, the service itself seems something that should not be exchanged for money, unless it is entirely voluntary. For this reason, I can get my head around Heidi Fleiss style prostitution, in which buyer and seller engage in trade on fair terms (i.e. neither party is compelled to trade as a consequence of some other factor). But situations in which buyer and seller are on completely unequal economic terms (for example, the seller's alternative is extreme poverty) and the service involves something of this nature, does not qualify as trade.

People come here to do something that they can't do at home. More specifically, to do something that they wouldn't admit to with their friends or family (isn't that the basic rule to know if what you are doing is right or wrong?). Sex tourists are filth. And this is the impression that the western world leaves in Phnom Penh? Really unfortunate.
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I Should Have Been an Ice Cream Truck Driver

2009-12-26T18:55:00.000-08:00

Our discovery of Cambodia started in Siem Reap, a small town whose raison d'etre seems to be serving the masses who come here to see the infamous Angkor Wat. There's a reason this has become a mandatory stop on the 'ancient ruin' circuit; the abundance of fine stone carving and gigantic stone architecture is mind boggling. Impressive as it is, the excitement doesn't stop with Angkor Wat. There is a seemingly endless list of Angkor era temples and ruins (many of which have recently been cleared of land mines) available for your viewing pleasure (sans the crowd).

For many people, this is the only Cambodia they will experience. That's a shame. Only once we hit the road on our bikes did we really get to see the country. Getting away from the sewage filled river that runs through Siem Reap, away from the dime-a-dozen Dr. Fish foot massage and other tourist gimmicks. Into the countryside, where people manage their rice paddies, drive ox-drawn carriages, and serve freshly processed sugar cane juice from a stand in their front yard.

The best part is that people are really, really excited to see you. Of course, it helps that the underlying assumption seems to be that, since we are white, we must be working for an NGO and helping their community in some way, like providing freshwater wells to households.

Naked and half-naked children alike drop what they are doing and come running toward the road yelling an enthusiastic 'Heeellloooo!'. Occasionally, this is followed by some more complex english phrases; 'What is My Name? or How are You Today?'. Adorable. I could really get used to this. Maybe I should have been an ice cream truck driver. Either that, or a Spice Girl.
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Kampuchea

2009-12-17T18:33:00.000-08:00

Erik arrives in Singapore tonight. It will be cool to finally show him where I live and go to school, but that's about all of the city he will see on this visit. We will be heading to Cambodia tomorrow evening for a two week bike trip.

Why Cambodia? Triangulating 1) Erik's time constraints and desire for some beach time with 2) my desire to see more of SE asia and 3) our joint love of bicycles, this is what I could pull together on in a relatively short time frame.

I know embarrassingly little about Cambodia. What I do know is that it has a long and rich history that has been marred by decades of civil disputes. Sandwiched between two more popular destinations, Vietnam and Thailand, my intuition tells me that its unlikely that we are going to discover a cultural void.

I'm looking forward to spending some time with Erik and learning more Kampuchea. I'm also looking forward to getting on the bike again. I haven't sat on a bike seat since the first weekend of August!