Logistics Hitch

Oh the places we’ve been…
And that I haven’t posted yet. I have a series of posts that will come in short order; yep, I’ve fallen behind. Here is the first.

Logistics Hitch
The plan for Thailand was logistically straight forward. Bangkok for three days, basically just long enough to pick up FedEx packages from home, see the important Jade and reclining Buddhas, have a good meal. Next up would be Chiang Mai for ten days with day trips to Chiang Rai and some national parks, and then a final three on a southern Thai beach for Lauren’s birthday.

We have been pretty lucky on the logistics. The phones work, our local SIM card purchases fuel our data devices, we have been one or two places ahead of each typhoon and all but one flight has been on time. But we hit a hurdle in Bangkok. On arrival there we learned that the FedEx package had been stuck in customs for four days – our used hiking boots and hiking pants and jackets raising some issue with Thai customs. We really wanted to get this gear now so we could break in the boots before our five day trek so we’re getting a little tense (and we’re still on Malarone at this point so, well it’s ugly).

It gets worse though. Lauren’s phone stopped working. Now we have a major problem – a highly social teenager already missing her friends because it’s Halloween and she’s not having a silly spray fight in the alley and her best friends’ birthdays only 10 days away.

Andy, seeing the dark hand of Apple, brings up the following and timely article (http://www.nytimes.com/2013/11/03/magazine/why-apple-wants-to-bust-your-iphone.html). Lauren acknowledges the point but isn’t ready to make the switch to Android. Instead, Lauren researches apple stores in BKK and we go to iStudio to investigate. 5s and 5Ss are not in stock, 2 weeks for 5, 4-6 weeks for 5S, 4S was available but she rejected the idea of paying $700 for phone that was outdated. We then thought we would head over to a “fix it” marketplace – might have been worthwhile or it might have presented an IP lawyer’s ethical dilemma. (Not to say I’m a saint – I did look the other way when Rose got Beats in China. But I have stood my ground on the other knock-offs.) We didn’t go, and not because I was having moral misgivings, but because even if we got hers fixed, the phone would be unreliable.

So what to do? Luckily, I had Malik’s number saved. Malik is our Verizon guru. He used to be at the Verizon store on Greenwich Street next to Kaffe. He was there when Lauren got her first phone (ENv), then her droid and then finally her iphone. He has guided me through plans, global phone issues in Costa Rica, tracked down a palm pixi when mine broke and didn’t judge me for such an irrational request on my part, he even lent me a phone once. He has done the same for Rose and has been Andy’s go to as well. So I texted Malik from BKK to see if he had opened his new store. He had and of course, he would take care of us! Within 5 hours, he had coordinated with our office to send Lauren a new phone, made sure he could use the upgrade we had, set it up, filled out forms and took it to FedEx. I will always miss having him in the ‘hood but I’ll go to the Rockaways, no problem.

Thai Customs was not so easy. We finally received the hiking boots in Chiang Mai after the staff at our hotel and Andy’s near full time follow up got the paperwork they needed (again) and then, get this, we had to pay customs on our used boots! It was crazy. Lauren’s phone required additional customs agency declarations and passports (again and again) and more fees. In he end, we paid three times as much in fees on our used clothing and boots, than we did on the latest apple product! Anyway, by Nov 9 she was back online – no longer hostage to her sister’s itouch to post or check her Instagram – in time to text her friends at midnight both in her own time zone and then later in theirs! Crisis averted; thank you Malik.

 

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Thoughts on Southeast Asia

At the suggestion of Ben F, I brought along a travelogue by former NYT correspondent Edward Gargan. Ben had read it on his one year sabbatical with his family and thought it would compliment our journey. I dutifully purchased it and tossed it in my backpack/technology bag. I finally finished it here in Chiang Mai.

The book chronicles a journey from the start of the Mekong River on the Tibetan Plateau to its mouth in the South China Sea and makes keen observations about the people and countries he encounters along the way. Written five years ago, it still accurately describes the region.

Historically, the countries of Southeast Asia have had shifting borders for a thousand years. In turns the Chinese, Khmer, Vietnamese, colonizing Westerners (French, Portuguese, British, American), Thai and Burmese have all fought one another in this area. Great civilizations have come and gone. Leaders have brutalized the enemy and their own people. The past is painful. The people we met were mostly from younger generations and they seem rather uninterested in the past.

All are looking forward. Governments are looking forward. And from what we’ve seen the future looks bright. Not always but mostly.

We have written about our observations of China already – Great Wall to Great Mall. We didn’t talk about the Chinese policies that incentivize assimilation of the Han Chinese with minority areas however. Gargan writes of it; the journalists warn of it; and our guide confirmed it. He not only games the housing market rules in his large city, he married a woman from Inner Mongolia because there are incentives for doing so. Minority villages are tourist destinations and so the government encourages the safeguarding of minority exhibitions for purposes of tourism but the practices of the minority peoples are slowly giving way to integration and assimilation of Han Chinese culture. The Tibetans and the Uighur population are eyed suspiciously. We know from conversations with our guides that there is tension. So it was no surprise that when the car caught fire in front of Mao and the Forbidden City that eight or nine Uighur men were rounded up in Beijing. But that story doesn’t really add up does it? A guy takes his mother and his wife and blows them all up in front of Mao? Perhaps more information will come to light. Despite the flaws of absolute rule, we all found ourselves sympathetic to the challenges that the Chinese government is facing. Trying to manage a population and economy as large as China’s can’t be easy and the level of corruption for now is deemed passable by most of the Chinese. The people acknowledge that their government is corrupt but while the nation’s general quality of life is improving, the Chinese people are willing to look the other way. At least for now.

In Vietnam we stayed exclusively in the north so we didn’t experience the tensions Gargan writes about between the progressive south and the northerners in the country’s capital. What we did notice is the utter disinterest in the Vietnam war. They won, we lost, what more needs to be said. The Hoa Lo Prison (you probably know it by the nickname given by US POWs: Hanoi Hilton) tour talks mostly about the French and that colonizing country’s use of the guillotine against the Vietnamese. Of course they also talk about how humanely the Vietnamese treated John McCain and the other American pilots held in captivity there but this was one small display, not the main message.

The Vietnamese have an economy that doesn’t quite work but its growth is now in double digits. They seem to be focusing on improving their infrastructure though I have already posted the sad state of the telecom wiring in Hanoi. Most are eschewing landlines for mobile so perhaps a great number of the phone wires are obsolete and unnecessary. But for all of that, it has an infectious energy and a highly literate people so even if the wealth isn’t evenly distributed, the education is. Statistics put literacy at 95%. (Not sure that explains my most curious observation in Hanoi however: a 70+ year old woman with a shoulder pole carrying fruits in the front basket, dragon fruit, banana, rambutan and Fifty Shades Freed in the back. Do you suppose that when its a slow day at the market she kicks back with the final chapters? It was in fact the most bizarre site I’ve seen on the trip so far.)

In Laos, we stayed in the hippy, Hampton-ish destination of Luang Prabang where you could have a first class bottle of wine and French meal at l’elephant and a conversation about Jun pottery (a special era of ceramics in Chinas Yunnan province in the Song dynasty) with a merchant/collector. But outside this little tourist haven, this is a poor country with a corrupt and emasculated government. In a village a little ways up the Mekong, a school teacher walks two hours each way to get to the village. The village children don’t have birth certificates that tell their age so if you can touch your right hand to your left ear then you are old enough to attend school. At school you will learn to read and write the Lao language. If you are from a poor family, you might be sent to the wat in Luang Prabang to be a novice so that you may be fed on a regular basis and learn English. This is probably still the poorest of the countries we visited though Cambodia runs a close second.

We spent only a few days in Cambodia, mostly touring the impressive Angkor Wat temple complex. But we also took a ride some distance outside of town to visit the Landmine Museum. Cambodian people live in stilt or pole housing and the clay oven is still the primary cooking method. There is no electricity or running water. The Landmine Museum and Cambodia De-mining project are run by an exceptional Cambodian man, Aki Ra , who served as a teenage soldier for the Khmer Rouge, then for the Vietnamese, and then whoever came calling next as a manner of preserving his life. Today he is devoted to de-mining the Cambodian countryside with the aid of a team of 30 de-miners including Mr. Bill Morse. This guy made you proud to be an American, more than just in the Lee Greenwood way. His draft number was due in June 1973 but the war ended in May so he went into the reserves, later became a successful businessman in California. On a visit to Cambodia he met Aki Ra and started volunteering and raising money to help with the de-mining efforts. He and his wife have moved to Siem Reap and run the educational facilities – the museum, a school for orphans, and soon a center for the aged amputees. All of this goes on despite rampant government corruption in the area.

Thailand is on a different level. The Thai avoided colonization in the late 1800s because it had an astute ruler at the time and the US had military bases in Thailand during the Vietnam War so it doesn’t have the same war ravaged mental or physical landscape. The Thai are on economically sound footing and the standard of living is higher than in the other SEA countries. There are ethnic divisions however. The northern region was formerly part of the Lanna Kingdom (1200-1500s) and is more closely related to the people in China’s Yunnan, Vietnam and Laos than to the people in the far south (Phuket for example) who are more closely aligned with people of muslim backgrounds. Bangkok sits in the middle with ties more to capitalism than any particular religion or historical benchmark. Lots of shopping and snacking, commuting and working. Personally, I found it the least interesting of the large cities we visited and I am sure that there must be more to it than what I saw.

The Thai are having a series of protests now in Bangkok over an amnesty bill that would exonerate a former Prime Minister from the northern Thai area that includes Chiang Mai – red shirts v. yellow shirts. We spent three days in Bangkok and had no issues there even with the protests. (Just like an upper east sider felt little effect of the Zucotti Park camp out last year.) The amnesty bill was rejected and there are resignations afoot but on the whole, the demonstrations are not unlike what we might see at home and the Thai democracy and monarchy seem to have found a decent balance since the days of the coup in the early 90s.

Anyway, this is longer than I intended but I thought I would try to capture our own and very limited experience as we zigzagged our way through countries along the Mekong.

Now back to photos and activities…

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Safe but Sad

Several of you have reached out to be sure we are not going to be in the wake of typhoon Haiyan. We are safe and sound in the mountains of northern Thailand. Our hearts go out to the people in the Philippines. Last year’s hurricane Sandy seems so minor in comparison right now.  We suffered lost property but they are suffering an enormous loss of life.

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Elephant Caregivers

Today we spent the day being caregivers for Asian elephants. Our time at Rose Ranch/Camp Nana really came in handy. Knowing how to approach a horse, groom a horse, and ride a horse were all within our comfort zone. But imagine for a minute that your horse is now 8 times larger and 15 times heavier? This is no horse.

The owner of Patara Elephant Farm gave a great overview of animal conservation issues generally and then of elephant conservation specifically. We learned to identify a happy healthy elephant; to wash and exercise an elephant; and to feed and play together. Each of us was paired with a mahout (a full-time caregiver) and his elephant based on personality.

If you just want to see our happy photos, go to the bottom. If you are as fascinated by elephants as we are then read on…

Happy Elephant? You know an elephant is happy when her (we all had girls so I’ll use the feminine throughout) ears are flapping and her tail is wagging. Those are good signs that it would be safe to approach her. If her ears are up, not so good. Elephants have poor peripheral vision so best to approach from the front and, like  horse, touch her as you move around to the sides and rear. Their sense of smell is another matter and if you have a banana they will find you.

Healthy Elephant? did she sleep well? is she eating well? any digestive issues? is she sweating? To find out we learned to inspect the skin and the poop. Elephants sleep in cycles. They sleep on one side for say half an hour, stand for 10 minutes and then sleep on the other side. If they are sick, they don’t rotate or they stand. So we had to check the skin from trunk to butt for dirt on both sides.

Poop inspection was not so bad. Like Pandas, the food goes in and goes right out so it doesn’t smell so awful. The consistency is something like shredded lemongrass. Not slimy or gross really. Anyway, we were taught to examine the dung to determine how well she chewed her food, a good indicator of her teeth and her age; how much moisture is inside, a squeeze that produces water means she is getting enough water; and how much food she is eating, a volume of four to six dung drops the size of softballs is a well fed elephant.

Sweating? Elephants sweat in only one place – their toenails! Who knew?

The point of learning all of this, it was stressed by the owner, was not only to be proper caregivers for the day but also to be able to evaluate elephants in captivity at zoos back home and know whether they are happy healthy elephants or in distress.  Armed with this knowledge we would be able to take action.

So once the health inspection was complete, we washed our elephants with a special soap and a hard brush and lots of water. They then washed us with a nice spray from their trunks! (OK that was a posed photo but still it was great fun!) We learned some basic Thai commands and then took them on a walk up a mountain for exercise and then through a river bed which helps file their nails – apparently ingrown nails is a big problem and in some zoos they drug the elephant to file their nails in their sleep. Sad right?

When we returned to camp, we were treated with a visit from baby elephants roughly three weeks old. The babies were soooo cute. One was playing with Lauren and rammed into her. Luckily Lauren is agile! The mamas were protective but we got them eating and that got them happy so all good. By the way, elephants are pregnant for 22 months – OMG – and then breast feed for three years! Can’t even imagine.

It was a great day. OK now for the photos…
Enjoy!

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Malarone Side Effects

I am not an asshole. None of us are. But give us some Malarone anti-malarial pills and well, it’s not pretty. We may not get malaria but we are irritable and irritating. Behavior that would surprise all of you and, no, I won’t admit to or describe any of it.

The prescription directs us to take one with meals once per day for 2 days prior and 7 days following exposure to CDC malaria zones. The risk of malaria is “Low” in Luang Prabang and “Very Low” in Siem Reap. Not a high risk but in theory one of those little buggers could have gotten us and therefore we are to take our pills until Nov 7. I might have it all lapse today but Lauren, ever cautious, requested hers and after a short discussion we elected to stay with the regimen.

Some of the travelers we met along the way opted not to take anti-malarial medication because the risk was low and the side effects unpleasant (stomach pain, gastro-intestinal, fatigue, joint pain among others). My thinking was that we would certainly have to take them in February when we are to see the Great Migration of the wildebeest in Tanzania so we would test them out on this shorter period to gauge our tolerance. On the whole we are doing fine and at least now we know to expect irritability and stomach issues in February.

Only three days to go, if we don’t kill each other first …

Grumpily yours,

KPD

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Early Morning Alms

I was just lying there; wide awake at 5am in Luang Prabang. I knew that the Buddhist monks receive alms in these early morning hours. In fact, Trip Advisor has it as a top attraction so naturally tourists line up like paparazzi. I had seen the photos. Signs in town remind tourists to be respectful of the giving of alms ceremony and not get in the way of the locals or the monks; not take photos etc. So after 20 minutes of lying there, I decided I would wander and see what I could see. Washed and dressed, I put on my white jacket so I would be completely covered. I took my room key and my phone.

In my walking, I saw vendors selling offerings and thought how dumb I was for not bringing some cash – if for no other reason than to be able to take a tuk tuk back to the hotel should I get lost. After half an hour of walking around our hotel’s mostly residential neighborhood, I found myself outside a small local wat or temple – one that is not on the tourist route. Inside the gates four women sat on their bamboo mats, or cardboard remnants, their shoulders wrapped in a white shawl, a basket of sticky rice and water in front of them. Mindful and unsure, I wasn’t sure I should stay. I walked to the interior buddha, bowed respectfully to a religion not my own, and decided I would kneel behind the ladies and stay out of the way. A fifth woman arrived and saw me kneeling several feet behind her mat. She decided for me that that would not do. She went inside, got a sticky rice bamboo basket and put in it a portion of her rice. The other women followed suit. She invited me to sit on her mat with her gave me a bottle of water. Within seconds, I looked up to see that the monks had arrived.

I have no idea how many there were; I am guessing there were roughly 25 young men with ages of 6 to 16. As I knelt there, they walked in front of us and chanted. I closed my eyes and took it all in. When they finished, I followed my companion in washing my fingers with the bottled water, giving portions of sticky rice to each monk as he passed. When the line was finished and the basket exhausted, the women rolled up their mats and turned for home. I thanked my companion “Kop jai li li” and did the same.

As I did so, I was completely overwhelmed by the generosity I had been shown. The walk back was long enough for me to dry my eyes and resolve to sit down immediately to write about it.

Time to wake the kids and get ready for our flight to Siem Reap…

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Halong Bay

* Originally published on Nov 4th but edited to keep the trip experience in chronological order.

A dear friend just inquired why we don’t have photos up on Halong Bay.  We don’t?  I thought I had written something about it…but I hadn’t!  And he’s right, its worth the time to tell you about it, albeit briefly, and share the photos – the good ones are Andy’s.

We spent three days and two nights on Halong Bay.  It is as impressive as the photos posted all over the walls of the Vietnamese Consulate in New York.

Like all well-touristed places you follow a fairly set path through the bay.  Most of the tourists opt for a one nighter but we wanted to bike and kayak and swim so we opted for a longer “voyage.”  Day 1, floating fishing village, kayaking, spring roll making; Day 2 tai chi, bike ride on Cat Ba Island, kayaking, swimming; Day 3 tai chi, Jules Verne cave (not its real name) and return.  We were pleased with the experience and it was a welcome break from Hanoi and its motorcycle madness!  Best perhaps were the people we met.  Jill and Geoffrey, from Australia, Ian, Jane, Claire and Graham from England.  We spent day 2 biking and night 2 socializing and making jokes about the snake wine – the manly man potion.  Such fun!  After the cruise we returned to Hanoi for a night and then it was on to Luang Prabang.

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I guess its a good thing that we’re not fanatical about our Word Press Blog effort.  It means we’re busy living in the “outernet”

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Busted on the Wardrobe

Clothing Update:  OK so I’ve been busted a couple of times for having clothes not on my original packing list and packing for a year (yes, I want to travel through January rather than pass back through NY’s winter) is it’s own puzzle.

So, first off – I wore my grey skirt, purple tank, scarf and white jacket on the plane to Cali.  Turns out that the white jacket was a good pick.  The weather in Japan was steamy so the white was nice and cool and the black version stayed packed at the bottom of the case.

Second, I snuck in a last  minute purchase from Athleta – a skort and a white performance shirt that I bought for Lauren who dismissed it out of hand and my white converse.

OK so that’s how we started.  I picked up lightweight pants and a white tank at Uniqlo – an impulse purchase that I rationalized by the unexpectedly hot weather in Tokyo.  Bag bulge already starting, I resolved to stop shopping.    Unfortunately, by the end of week two in Kyoto I suffered defeat in the shoe department.  The Tevas that I thought would be my saving grace were an epic fail.  I had planned to wear them as daytime walking shoes with my skirts and dresses.  What to do?  The grey heels were too nice to traipse around in and I planned to (and did) ship them home after Shanghai so…I bought flats.  Black rubber ones and neutral Campers in Shanghai.  The black ones lasted one week.  So off to shoe shop in HK went I.  Luckily, HK is filled with malls.  I replaced my white converse which were looking grungy with a pair of black ones.  I found a pair of red Keen’s that were just so comfy I had to have them!

And so now I have:

Red Keens, Black Converse, Camper Flats, Water sneakers, Havianas, AND…Lauren’s black Keens.  She hates them but she knows she will need them at some point.  Until then, I guess I have those as well.

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I’m not really sick of my clothes yet – we are only 6 or 7 weeks into this trip.  I have found a couple of dresses that I liked and that were better for the hot weather.  I bought a dress on sale from Takashimaya  in Kyoto; I bought two silk dresses in Shanghai; and I bought a very cool t-shirt from Ginko here in Hanoi  – “Vietnam Telecom”.  The cotton is such good quality and the long sleeves come in handy as the weather is only in the high 60s here right now!  And…..another Viet Nam purchase is a Viet style dress called an Ao Dai.  I had my fitting today and it will be ready in four days.  The silk and tailoring here are inexpensive and the quality is very high.  I might be sporting one at next year’s black tie holiday soiree!
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Wore the skort to hike the Peak in Hong Kong and then forgot to pack it for kayaking in Halong Bay (duh).

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Note the Tevas in this photo.  This was one of the last days I wore them and it was only week 2.

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Now sporting the sneakers with Miyake dress in Dragon Rice Terraces of Guilin area.

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Vietnam Telecom really does look like this.

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Fitting of my Ao Dai!

And then there was this great dress that has Hmong embroidery – bought it even though Andy thought it looked like an apron ! Picture is a little dark for you to see but I like it…You?

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