Sun, 5/6.  Other than watch a little cricket, did nothing.  Never left the hotel.  Extremely windy.  Very hot.  The breakfast here barely supports western tastes.  They apparently don’t consume eggs.  Pastries with “no eggs used” signs.

Tomorrow we’ll fly to Bhutan, where I’ll hopefully do stuff.  I’ve spent three days traveling or sitting.  There are indications that I’ll have connectivity, but I don’t know how good it’ll be.  (In 2016, only 7,300 Americans entered Bhutan.  Our consulate for Bhutan is in India.  It’s that remote.)

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Note: I prefer two spaces between sentences.  But I’m not consistent.  (The subject is in the news.)

Sat, 5/5.  No photos.  Flight was okay.  New Delhi is hot and dirty.  My escort treated me as even more mentally deficient than I’ve become accustomed to.  “Your pickup will be Monday morning at 3 AM.  Perhaps you can think of that as Sunday night.  That’s tomorrow night.  The day after tomorrow you will be picked up at 3 in the morning.  Okay?  Do you understand?  Shall I repeat it?”  He was disappointed when I wouldn’t say it’s the hottest I’ve ever been.  (Bahrain and the bottom of the Grand Canyon).  I guess I touched upon some point of pride that New Delhi is most uncomfortable place in the world.

Appeared that my hotel reservation for an extra non-tour night was misplaced, either by the tour group or the hotel.  Spent about an hour in the lobby while the escort and multiple clerks sorted it out.  Finally got a room, to which I was escorted by a bellhop and clerk.  Mentally incapable of getting there alone I guess.  Bed is so soft I may sleep on the floor tonight.  (Note: Jacky in China apologized several times for beds being “Hard”.  We altered his wording to “Firm” and also corrected his perception that all Americans prefer “Soft”.  I don’t know where this perception came from, but I hope it doesn’t spread.)  Wifi is great, but internet connectivity is horrible.  Bar is fine.  Cricket on TV.  I understand the sport, but the on-screen stats are bewildering. Finished reading “Your Uncle Lew”, written by a great grandfather in 1901.  Thought boredom on the flights and hotels would finally push me to read it.  It worked, but wow, it’s a bad book.

Security is better than most naval bases.  Customs has two checkpoints.  Unsmiling airport guards with signs “Stand Back” and “No Questions”.  At hotel, engine hood and trunk are opened.  X-ray for bags.  Pat down. Large men in suits wandering lobby.  Sad, but necessary way to live.

I don’t think I’ll leave the hotel tomorrow.  Heat, smog, security, etc.  Hotel has an outdoor pool and Blue Moon Beer.  I mentioned the idea of going to Agra (Taj Mahal) to my escort.  His facial expression clearly indicated that the very thought lowered my IQ even more in his eyes.

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Fri, 5/4.  No photos.  Flight out of Cambodia to Hong Kong, via Bangkok.  If the opportunity ever presents itself to visit the Bangkok Airport, don’t!  Hot.  Confusing (Terminals A through G on various floors). Few facilities.  Few distractions (stores).  Few seats.  On the flip side, Hong Kong’s Airport is huge but welcoming.  Airport Hotel is a four minute indoor walk from the terminal.

In a day I went from $2 beers to $15 beers.  Bottle Shock indeed.

Tomorrow I fly to New Delhi (airport hotel), so there will possibly be no photos.  2.5 hour timezone difference.  (I know India is famous for their mathematicians, so is a half hour timezone difference an act of just rubbing it in our faces?)  I might take a pic of the acclaimed smog, if the air is clear enough to see it.  Sunday I was thinking of a three hour (one way) trip to the Taj Mahal, but 106 degree temps plus smog plus a deadly sand storm are huge discouragements.  I might just enjoy a day with no activity, but if I do I won’t be able to list India as a country I’ve visited.  Sunday night I meet my new group members who are doing the pre-extension trip to Bhutan.  It’s possible that I’ll have no substantive activity to record until Monday.

I don’t think I ever posted a photo of the favored mass transit mode in Cambodia.  It’s their taxi and bus system. (There are no actual buses.)  Of course, if only family members are involved and there are only two adults and two children, they just use a scooter.  In Morocco, they build and sell a three-wheeled version.  Here there is a customized saddle to attach the carriage, when desired.  More flexibility.

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Thurs, 5/3.  Day of Transportation.  Took an ox cart ride.  Suspension needs work.  I was offered the chance to drive, but passed on that.  Two wheels, yes.  Eight legs, no.

Highlight of the day was a visit to one of the Boat villages that populate the largest fresh water lake in Southeast Asian.  Huge difference between the dry season (now) and monsoon season (September).  A boat stuck in a tree illustrates the change.  Each boat has a septic system.  People need to catch about 10 lbs of fish per day to survive.  The excess can be sold.  Trips onto dry land are infrequent.  There is a mayor.  Crocks!  In cages, not lake.  Huge tourist industry.

Before lunch Rath had time to school me on the game of snooker, which as apparently a popular sport here.  It was a fun and not too expensive education.  I was going to buy him a beer anyway.

After a siesta, we visited a War Museum, essentially a collection of mostly USSR scrap metal.  Large collection of small arms with serious displays of the Khmer Rouge atrocities and the ongoing problems with land mines.  Cambodia deserves some good days in their future.  Next we took a leisurely stroll around the city park.  Bats the size of small cats run along tree branches.  A nondescript shrine uses colored lighting for effect.  Birds are sold.  Buy one, let it go for good fortune.  Discovered a Raffles Hotel, taking me back to Singapore!  With threatening clouds we spent an hour on the balcony waiting for the eventual five minute rain burst.  I had a Singapore Sling.  Duh.  Power went out.  Walking in the market with no power was a unique situation.  Storefronts with dark inner passages.  Something evil this way comes.

Dinner and a show. (Transported back in time.)  Buffet style, so I had spaghetti.  Show was just fine.  The way women can bend their fingers and toes backwards so far is painful to watch.  After the show people rush up on stage for a photo op.  Tacky.

Walked back to the hotel.  At 9 PM, beauty shops still were open and busy.  Late night dates I guess?  Cambodia is largely a matriarchal society.  According to Rath, “Men don’t marry and get a wife.  They get a boss!”

It’s been a great time Siem Reap.  Being the only object of Rath’s attention

Video Provided too.

Huts for parties and lunch breaks. Restaurants provide food.

Note the boat in the trees. High water mark.

Don’t want your helmet stolen while fishing? Easy solution.

Population, 6,000.

A Buddhist monastery.

Big lake, but only five feet deep.

I passed on a chance to buy a crock belt.

Elephant trunk on roofs. I carefully staged the shot with the dragonfly and bird.

I guess someone buys this bird and lets it go. Then it returns to the salesperson to sell again. Good fortune for someone.

Same glass design in Singapore.

Most popular vehicle? Motor scooters. This is the second most popular. Not a joke. Lexus RS300s are everywhere.

Power goes out? Light a candle.

Looks very much like a Mongolian horsehead fiddle, without the horse’s head.

 

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Wed, 5/2.  Drove a scooter!  My home hosted lunch was out in the countryside.  The host, a 24-year-old school teacher came to pick me up at the road.  I asked to drive and she said okay!  I didn’t figure out the gearing until the way back, but I didn’t hit anything either.  Furthest I’ve every driven without a helmet.  Her neighbors appeared to enjoy the sight.

The day was mostly spent looking at temples.  The one known throughout the world, Angkor Wat, was huge as expected.  Carvings cover nearly every surface. It’s hard to describe.  We also saw the newer and larger but less well preserved Angkor Thom.  It once had 216 large stone faces carved on its  54 towers. Next was Ta Prohm, which has been overrun by towering trees.  We also drove by various other temples, as well as a large field where elephant polo was once played.

Truth be told, yesterday’s temple remained my favorite.  Because of it’s type of stone, it’s much better preserved.  All the sites are being examined and partially rebuilt (following strict UNESCO rules) by various international groups.  Japan, Germany, Italy, USA, etc.

Before sunset we returned to Angkor Wat for quiet tme and a bottle of Cambodian whiskey, 23% alcohol.  With snacks of peanuts, chicken, water buffalo meat and rat legs.  That’s not a typo.  Tasted like chicken.

After dinner we did a scooter-wagon ride to the center of Siem Reap’s hot spot.  Rath dropped me off so I could walk around.  Bars, shops, curb-side massage center, featuring fish foot massage.  Hawkers were a nuisance.  Found a bar specializing in bug food.  The menu is populated with bugs you eat.  Passed.  I did have sugar cane juice, which someone should bottle and sell.

Hot, hot day.  But worth every bit of time in the sun.

Angkor Wat.

The old steps are narrow (so you can’t point your feet at the Gods) and very steep. The tourist steps are very steep too.

It might just be me, but the carving looks somewhat like the crowds streaming in.

Angkor Thom.

The balloons were a hit again.

Note that the bicyclist is moving along by holding the elephant’s ear.

A picture of me!

Fish nibbling on feet.

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Tue, 5/1.  What. A. Day.  Siem Reap, nearly in its entirety, is a UNESCO World Heritage Centre, with reason.  First stop was a buddhist temple partially made over into a memorial for the Cambodian holocaust.  Years ago a builder across the street, while digging a foundation, discovered bones from one of the estimated 20,000 mass graves.  The bones were transported to the Temple, where a new mini-pagoda was built to house a small sampling.  Billboards tell the story.  I asked Rath if the government was making any effort to downplay the history.  His reply was that with the whole world watching, they couldn’t try.  A lesson on the importance of international influence.  A sobering hour.  No pictures out of respect.

Next was the Siem Reap Museum of History.  Exhibit halls had AC, connecting corridors did not.  Very well done and exhaustive.  It combined a narrative of Cambodia’s extensive history with an examination of the evolution of its art and religion.  I learned a lot more detail about hindu (and Brahmanism).  Cambodia had an interesting (and peaceful!) progression from Hindu to Buddhism.  The artistic side was a lot more detailed than I was ready to study.  But two+ hours went be quickly.

Lunch was standard salad, greenish soup, a stew of lightly curried veggies and chicken, ending with fruit cocktail.  At a brewpub!  Very western.

After a siesta we departed on a bumpy ride to Banteay Srei, a thousand year-old temple with incredibly well preserved carvings.  Made of sandstone, one of the harder forms of stone.  The complex is not large, but the details are awesome.  Pictures don’t come close to the impression one has while there.  I could not accept that it was so old.

One the way back we stopped at some of the food stands.  Bought some palm tree sugar.  Tasted just like maple sugar.  Ate the fresh fruit from the same source.  Looked like floppy scallops.  Then I had some stuffed frogs.  The stuffing was frog, pork, veggies and spices.  Except for the tiny bones, it was fine.

After a fairly normal dinner, we drove through the happenin’ part of town.  Lights, bars, etc.  I’ll get there tomorrow I think.  (I learned today that $100 US is equal to 400,000 Cambodian Riel.)

My room. Needs a pool table.

Who does this remind you of?

Pray to crocodiles. They are the messengers of the Gods.

A picture of me. More or less.

Craft beer. Not bad, though all were on the light side. The stout was as expected.

Touch the leaves and they squeeze shut immediately. (Next picture.)

Weird, huh?

You can see more by Googling Banteay Srei. But the pictures don’t do it justice.

Remember, this is 1,000 years old! Outdoors, in one of the wettest areas on earth.

From the trees.

Carved out of the insides.

Stuffed frogs.

 

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Mon, 4/30.  No pictures.  Trip to Hong Kong Airport was just Jacky and I, who was heading home for a week before doing it all over again.  Got to vent a little about the man on the tour who should have been sent home on day 1.  Walked about .5 MPH.  Seriously.  Other, more kindly members of the tour group supported letting him stay, though many later regretted their support.  They should not have even had a vote.  Brochure stressed fitness as a requirement.  I won’t officially complain to Overseas Adventure Travel (it would impact Jacky, who was great otherwise), but I enjoyed venting directly to Jacky.

Hong Kong Airport is a monster badly in need of a tram.  Flight via Bangkok was fine.  Doesn’t count as a visit to Thailand.  Pretty airport though.

Arrived Siem Reap after dark.  Sign at customs reads “Children are not tourist attractions.”  Warns against giving $$ to scams professing to support orphanages.  Cambodia is a deep third-world country with one magnificent tourist spot.  Rath, my tour leader, speaks excellent English.  I asked for an ATM to get Cambodian currency and it spit out a $100 US bill.  Huh?  Rath says, “Oh, everyone takes US money here”.  The lesson cost me a $5 transaction fee.

Hotel is terrific.  Big room.  Excellent AC.  Used the pool and the fitness center.  Downside is mosquitos, which I failed to prepare for right away.  Had a beer for $3 (no tip).  A shot of Bourbon is $5.  Restaurant menu looks to be a copy of my favorite Thai restaurant.  I suppose I’ll spend some time touring, in among eating and drinking.  It’ll be 91 degrees tomorrow.

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Sun, 4/29.  Self-directed day.  Took ferry to Kowloon, toured the Hong Kong History Museum.  A little too much pre-humanity history for my tastes, but the rest was very good.  Exhaustive.  Had lunch at Japanese restaurant.  Tendon and katsudon combined.  Yum.  Hot, hot day.  Rather than visit the Space Museum, I headed back to the hotel.  Passed by a free concert by the Hong Kong Musician’s Society.  Also passed thousands of young women who are imported (?) from Indonesia to act as nannies.  The weekends are their days off and they gather in parks and pedestrian walkways to eat and talk.  It’s quite a sight.

A guest speaker (22 year-old student) talked about democracy in Hong Kong and the young people’s protest against what they see as China messing with the agreement to keep it a democracy.  Seemed a little too excited about protesting against police (how to evade tear gas).  But overall it was an interesting talk.  Considers those calling for outright independence as fringe members of the protest.  Doesn’t like “the Chinese tourists” because they seem uninterested in freedom.

Farewell dinner.  Wine was good for the only time on the trip.  My impression of Hong Kong remains unchanged.  A city of eternal activity, with flashy new buildings.  I fear for it’s future.  Our guide suggests that despite fears, “China isn’t changing Hong Kong, but rather Hong Kong is changing China”.  I don’t argue with the concept, but it needs two additional words: “for now”.

Tomorrow I fly to Siem Reap, Cambodia for four nights of a post-extension tour.  I am the only one going, so it’ll just be me and the “team leader”.  There will indeed be an “I” in “team”.  Fully 50% of the city’s economy is tourist based.  The hotel is supposed to be nice, with a pool.  Temps in the low 90s.

All the other ferry boats are green.

Hong Kong surrendered to Japan in the 3rd floor of the Peninsula Hotel.  $600 nightly. They still use dark green Rolls as their shuttle fleet.  Landfill has “moved” it off the waterfront.

Nannies’ picnics on the park.

Nannies’ picnics on the pedestrian overpasses.

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Sat, 4/28.  Hong Kong.  Pretty new buildings, same old town.  Narrow streets, many bars.  The day began with a bus tour to Daoist Temple, looooong string of open-air escalators that cut through local streets of shops/markets, Financial District, Aberdeen (fishing waterfront).  In the afternoon I walked.  Had a half-liter of beer with the spiciest penne pasta I’ve ever had and visited the Sun Yat-Sen Museum (no pics allowed).  In the evening we did a fairly useless tour beginning with a low priced dinner, followed by a ferry ride and drive up Victoria’s Peak, finishing with a ride on a double decker tram through the one-block red light district.  My opinion; the Peak is much better during the day.

Hong Kong is a fascinating mix of Asia and England, but you’ve really got to be here.  Words don’t suit.

Prettily wrapped roses.

More beef than chicken. A change from 1987.

WWI/II Memorial, in the shadow of the 2nd tallest building in HK.

Tour guide says this boatyard once built Cheoy Lee boats.  Perhaps Mom and Dad’s boat?

Floating restaurant.

View from ferry.

View from The Peak.

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Fri, 4/27.  No photos.  Wuhan’s international airport is enormous and very, very new.  Plus empty.  We could see about ten gates in a row and only two were used, including ours.  Clearly, it’s intended to  relieve some of the pressure on Beijing and Shanghai.  But not yet.

Hong Kong airport is also new; only 20 years old.  But not empty by any means.  It’s about an hour driving time from Hong Kong Island.  Hotel is very nice (small with functioning AC!) and close to the active part of the island.  Within an hour I’d had a drink in two small english-styled sports bars, something that was non-existent in China, or at least not in the locales Ricky took us to.  Women’s volleyball and Men’s rugby. Bangers and Mash for dinner on my own.

Conclusion about the People’s Republic of China: It is made up of different people.  It would be a mistake to group them into one pigeonhole, just as it would be to the same with Americans.  Duh.  The best I can say about their relationship with the central government (and their lower level mechanisms) is that it’s treated as an irritating itch which won’t go away and that they shouldn’t scratch.  Capitalism is the focus of today’s game. 99% of daily life is about getting through it. They take vacations.  (90% of tourists in Tibet are Chinese I was told.  Keep in mind that access to Tibet is restricted, even for Chinese.  But still they go.)  Pay their bills.  Talk about little things.  (Glance furtively around before complaining.)  Etc.

The only place where I saw signs with Japanese translations was at the Panda Sanctuary.  Japan may not love China, but pandas are entirely different.

Tomorrow I get to see how much Hong Kong has changed the in 30(!) years since I was here last.  Seems like just yesterday.  I’ve always thought of Hong Kong as a timeless city.  I’ll see.

 

 

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