“…it’s just like Springvale/St Albans!”

Vietnam is just like I remember it,… back at home! The smells, the food, the smiles and the crazy driving. I’m not trying to be funny, but I feel very much at home here in Ho Chi Minh City!

I should probably back-track a little bit. We last left you in Siem Reap, ready to board our plane back to Phnom Phen. The flight was rather uneventful, just your regular short trip (a 30 min flight sure beats the 6 hours drive on bad roads in a crowded bus) in a small Boeing. We did however get a free upgrade to business class – but so did the other 9 people on our flight! We arrived safely back in Phnom Phen and caught a taxi back to our hotel.

A hundfull of the thousands of skulls found following the Khemer Rouge in the killing fields.The following day we casually decided to take in a couple of tours – The Killing Fields and the S21 Prison (“the place where people go in but never come out”). It was very confronting seeing these sites and knowing that these atrocities had occurred in our life time. The S21 prison was mostly left in tact and of the 17,000 people that were imprisoned and tortured at S21, only 7 survived – the artists making busts of Pol Pot. We were dumb founded at Pol Pot’s cruelty and the measures that he took to ensure his power. Our guide informed us that 10 to 15 year old boys were used to perform the killing – this was viewed as an impressionable age where the superiors could mold the boys minds. We saw the mass graves and the bones that show up after every wet season as the topsoil is washed away (we accidentally stood on some loose teeth and exposed clothing). Shovels and axes were used to slaughter the people because bullets were too expensive. Any ideology that Pol Pot had worked to was lost by the time he reached power and his rein seemed to be purely about self preservation – even killing his own men when he suspected that they knew too much. Our taxi driver gave the best description of this man – “Pol Pot was a psychopath”. The killing field that we visited is one of 400 that have been discovered so far. Over Pol Pot’s rein, 3 million Khmer people died (with a total population of only 8 million) – from butchery, starvation and as a result of the American’s secret carpet bombing campaign. During this time rice and food production increased, however the Khmer people where only provided two bowls of watery rice soup – as the food was sold to China by the officials.

Being a little emotional, I decided that I had had enough of “roughing it”, and decided to fly to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) and camp out in a nice hotel after Philippa and Rob made up there mind to “float” to Vietnam. Their trip took four days (mine took one hour), and from what I hear was a lot of fun (Phil/Rob will post a separate blog about their trip later).

While waiting for them to arrive, I did the usual… Watched a lot of TV, sussed out the local KFC (several times) and did a bit of a walking tour which resulted in me getting very lost. A friendly “Cyclo” driver offered to show me around,… I promptly instructed him to “head for the nearest McDonalds”. 10 minutes later, we arrived at KFC (again) – apparently KFC is the closest thing that HCMC has to a McDonalds. I thanked the Cyclo driver for the ride and asked him how much I owed him; the ride *should* have cost 5,000 Dong and I was not surprised when he said 50,000 Dong (all I heard was the “5”) – I promptly paid the man, and realised that I had been ripped off while chowing down another Zinger burger! Groan – all these different currencies are giving me the irrits.

Cambodia was again a real culture shock at first, however the beautiful people with their warm hearts have given me a real passion for the country and I suspect that we will be back sometime soon. Vietnam so far has been a lot of fun, and I am finally leaving the hotel now that Philippa has returned (God, I missed her). I think the next three weeks here will be great if the past few days are anything to judge the country by!

Now onto some serious news! Why the hell is Philippa getting 2-3 emails a day and none to me… Starting to think you buggers don’t love me! 😛 Miss you all sooo much and looking forward to getting home, sometime in the next couple of years!

Angkor what?

Night time view of Matt and I have tried to keep the blogging pretty balanced – taking turns to give our perspective about the places that we visit and the things that we have experienced. Matt has begun this blog three times and has been unable to finish it because in his words “they were too negative”.

Cambodia!

I think that so many myths precede visiting here that it is hard to come with an open mind. Pictures of Khmer Rouge, the killing fields, mugging on the street, sex tourism and land mine victims. But a lot has changed in Cambodia over the last five years and there is definitely hope here. That is not to say that you do not see land mine victims begging in the street every day and hear terrible stories of corruption that make your blood boil.

Actually pretty much everything that we saw on our first day in Phnom Phen reinforced our preconceived ideas. Walking off the plane from Bangkok the second billboard that we saw read “Sex with children is illegal – 940 people have been prosecuted and imprisoned – UNICEF”. What is this place that we are visiting?? Matt and I bought a book from a landmine victim entitled “Off the Rails in Phnom Phen – Guns, Girls and Gunja” – a book that details what expat could get away with in Phnom Phen in the 90’s. So at this point we were ready to sit in our hotel room until our Vietnam visas had become valid on the 7th of March. That same day, while we were walking through a market a drunk/mental ill man hastled Matt and dad – they were lucky to get away only with nipple cripples…then later that evening some very interested, sleezy boy tried to pick me up until he realised that my big burly dad was sitting next to me…actually that didn’t really slow him down that much either! Reading the Phnom Phen Post the next day didn’t help either – as they detail all the crime that has occured over the two weeks – like the classified at home. The pages were filled with grenades going off and police men accidently shooting themselves and their friends dead when playing with their guns while drunk.

But our anxiety settled as we talked with expats and local at our hotel (ironically the Hotel California2) and we began to venture a little further out and see another side to Cambodia. We visited the royal palace and the silver pagoda – what a beautiful palace amongst such decay! Later that day at the central market we bargained hard – Matthew was ready to disown dad and I – rightly so, it seems trivial when you are quivalling over one US dollar.

Cambodia: Overgrown Tree in templeAfter a few days in Phnom Phen we caught the boat up the river to the major lake in Cambodia (the name of which escapes) – as the tide was low we had to transfer to a local boat and we travelled through a floating town – it had everything from department stores, milkbars and a church! When we arrived at the muddy bank our driver Rou was there to meet us – what a gem he turned out to be! In his semi-proficient english he was able to answer many of our questions. His honesty and frankness was a breath of fresh air. From local politics and customs, to translating Khmer music, to organising our itinerary for the four days of visiting the Angkor temples he was a God send! That day he drove us to our guesthouse situated in Siem Reap while filling us in on the illegal imigration of Vietnamese people into the area and their “electric fishing” methods that were making the locals angry”. Our guest house was very comfortable for a mere US$15 a night, complete with TV and A/C.

Siem Reap is the town closest to the Angkor Temples, at any given time I think that there is almost as many foreigners as locals! Rou took us out to the see the sunset the same evening we arrived – it was the first time we viewed Angkor Wat (the most well know of the temples), it was one of those take your breath away moments. They rank this engineering feet up there with the pyramids and when you read the specs on this building you understand why. The photos cannot really capture the grandness of this building that is over 1000 years old, and once was the “capital of the world”. We walked up a very steep hill, to see a very ordinary sunset, over very amazing buildings. Over the following three days we visited about 15 of the 100 temples – everyone of them was worth visiting. The temples are huge and not close enough to walk between so we had lots of conversations with our driver Rou. How posh does that sound “our driver”, we actually found it a little uncomfortable – but you can get used to anything.

I will not bore you with the details – other than saying WOW and if you come to Cambodia for no other reason, this is a good reason to visit! On the final evening we took Rou out to dinner to say thank you – we asked him where he wanted to go and being the typical obliging Khmer person, he took us to a place that he thought that we would like – it was to the shadow puppet theatre restaurant. We had had plenty of conversations about this on previous days as Rou happened to have travelled to France and Japan to perform in the shadow puppet theatre. Aside from this he also taught the local children in his village English and had a vision of opening a centre for children one day which could teach them about Khmer culture (something that was lucky to survive the Khmer Rouge times). What a top bloke! It was a pretty emotional goodbye – we exchanged contact details and promised to keep in touch.

The plan was to depart from Siem Reap this morning to Phnom Phen, but unfortunately I became unwell yesterday morning and decided to bring up the content of my tummy – for everyone that knows me it will not be a surprise that it was quite a lot. So under orders from Matt and dad I spent the day in bed, which was wise because everytime I got up I felt queasy again. Dad caught the bus as planned this morning (as we had non refundable tickets) and Matt stayed behind to look after me. I feel heaps better, and had to break out of the guest house because staring at the yellow wall was driving me crazy. I have had my first real meal in 48hours this evening and am still feeling fine – fingers crossed. Matt and I decided to treat ourselves to a bit of luxury and have booked a flight to go back to Phnom Phen tomorrow, rather than braving the bus.

So that brings us up to date. Sorry about the big gap between entries. It sometimes takes us a bit of time to process our own experiences. We will be travelling to Vietnam early next week.

Hope all are well!

Phil the dill

Foyer at the classic Hotel Atlanta!We finished our stay at Koh Phangan zipping around on a motor bike with our very our cool crash helmets. As we were not allowed to go on dirt roads we spent a lot of time back tracking (as made roads would abruptly finish without warning or notation on the map). Having a motor bike gave us so much freedom and as the roads are fairly quiet on Koh Phangan we felt confident to venture out a bit. And that we did for a steak dinner that Matt claims is the best he has had in months.

On our last morning the concierge of the hotel abruptly burst into our room as we were packing and said that we had to catch a taxi in 10 minutes, (despite being told earlier that we had a midday taxi booked), as we don’t like being rushed when we are packing we declined the offer of the taxi, to which he stated that the midday taxi would be fine, the driver would just have to make two trips.

So there we were all packed and ready to go at midday with our boat and bus transfers. We jumped on the back on the ute and held on tight as the taxi fish tailed its way down dirt roads. We arrived at the ticket counter for the boat and bus and Phil, that’s me who was holding onto the transfers for safe keeping, discovered that the pink bits of paper were no longer in her pocket! After some panicking Matt said calmly, “Phil it only costs $12 each”! After a couple of beers on the boat, I had calmed down – really when someone says 600baht, it just feels like so much more than $24!

The train ride back to Bangkok was without killer bugs – but we did get of the train pretty red eyeds and were snapped up by a crazy tuk-tuk driver in our haze. Matt agreed to pay him 120baht for the trip because the driver called him his friend. This driver I think was trying to break land spead records while dodging traffic on the Bankok highway (while we had our packs on our knees). We arrived at our hotel paled faced…but alive!

Our hotel is amazing – in this short amount of time I will not be able to do it justice – but to get a feel for the place have a look at http://www.theatlantahotel.bizland.com/ . It doesn’t look like it has changed much since the 1950’s!

While in Bangkok we have taken in a couple of movies and visited the Grand Palace – which is the number one tourist attraction in Bangkok and rightly so – it is pretty spectacular. Matt managed to miss the “Jade Buda” which is the most renound Budda in Thailand…but I thought he was pretty cute. Matt spent some time gaining enlightenment under the Banyan tree decending from the one that Budda sat under.

The most exciting news is that my dad joined us yesterday – just in time to be taken to a few local pubs, having a kid make a grab for his watch (luckily it was on securly), go for a tuk-tuk ride and catch the sky train before being whisked away to Cambodia.

As you can probably tell I am punching this blog out at a frantic pace because we have to catch a taxi to the airport in 5 minutes – off to Cambodia.

Hope that my jibberish makes some sense, I will edit this blog when I get a chance. Please pray for a safe transfer to Cambodia!