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Central Asia – Along the Silk Route 2010

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at Song Kul Lake, Kyrgyzstan

In 2009, we were inspired to travel along the Silk Route after reading an interesting article in the Financial Times about a group that travelled across the Pamirs in Tajikistan on horseback.  Whilst we were fascinated with the idea of traversing the Silk Road on horseback, both Bruce and I knew that this would be particularly ambitious since neither Bruce nor I could competently ride a horse.  So as a compromise, we selected an itinerary that had some riding (and in the interim, we taking riding lessons before the trip) but that the trip would be heavily weighted towards experiencing the cultural and historical aspect of the region.  And from that one news article, the seed for our 2010 Silk Road odyssey was sown.

Map from the traveller’s pack – courtesy of Wild Frontiers UK.  (However, please note that we would NOT recommend travelling with Wild Frontiers UK)

The above map shows the planned route.  Unfortunately, due to political unrests and the humanitarian crisis in the Fergana Valley (and in particular, in Osh), our trip had to be amended to bypass this area.  As such, the alteration resulted in days lost in avoiding the restive region and consequently, Dushanbe was dropped from the itinerary.  But that was not the only complication — getting to the starting point was tricky as there were no direct flights from Hong Kong to Bishkek. Our actual route was:  Hong Kong —>  Seoul (overnight stopover) –>  Tashkent, Uzbekistan (overnight stopover) –> Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan.

From there, our 21-days trip took us from Bishkek –> Song Kul Lake –> Tash Rabat –> Kashgar (along the Torugart Pass into China) –> Naryn, Kyrgyzstan –>  Bishkek –> (flight to) Tashkent and then we drove thru the safe parts of the Fergana Valley (bypassing Osh) –>  Kokand, Tajikistan –> Khodjent –> Panjikent –> Samarkand, Uzbekistan –>  Bukhara –> Khiva –> Tashkent –> Seoul –> Hong Kong.

Our first stopover in Tashkent was an eye-opener to life in an ex-Soviet republic.  We were warned beforehand that the Uzbek custom officials can be ‘particular’ and thus we had to declare every single bit of our electronics as well as account for all of our foreign currencies to the pennies on our entry form otherwise we risk trouble when departing.  Fortunately, we had no problems when we made our connecting flight to Bishkek the next morning, but, we have heard of horror stories about customs officials challenging people for the silliest things — in one case, a couple had their their wedding rings challenged because these were not declared when entering the country!

Changing money was also another interesting experience.  At the hotel, there were signs everywhere reminding tourists that it was illegal to change money anywhere except from a Uzbek bank.  But, the moment the baggage boy helped us with our luggage into our room, he offered to exchange money and his rate was better than the bank’s rate.  Mindful of the warnings, we’d politely declined.   It was quite fortunate that we did decline because we later discovered that at the current rate, US$100 yielded two brick-sized wad of local currency.  Impossible to fit discretely in a wallet or in our travel pouches, the local currency was transported around in big Ziploc bags.  But, after a day of sightseeing plus dinner and drinks, we only had a few Uzbek sum left.  To our surprise, we found it impossible to use the last of our Uzbek sums at the Tashkent Airport!  The hunger for foreign currency was such that the Uzbekistan International Airport refused to accept it’s own local currency and thus if we wanted to purchase water, etc. then we had to pay for it in either US dollars or euros.

The other interesting observation about changing money in Central Asia (not just in Uzbekistan) was that the money changer will only accept crisp, clean foreign bills.  Any rips, marks or excessive folds in the currency resulted in the money changer refusing to accept it.  And,  whilst there was only one official published exchange rate, in practice, there were many official rates based on the size of the denomination exchanged — the lower the denomination, the poorer the exchange rate and conversely,  the higher the denomination, the better the exchange rate.  In other words, 5 twenty dollar bills have a relatively poorer rate than 2 fifty dollar notes.  As such and contrary to conventional wisdom, for travel to Central Asia, it was preferable to travel with the largest possible denomination of foreign currency.

Bishkek – Central Square

We had a day to ourselves in Bishkek before meeting up with our travel group.  Coming from Hong Kong where the weather is typically hot, humid and sky overcast (due mostly to the terrible air pollution), we were overjoyed to be bathed in blue skies and crisp, clean and cool weather.   The task we’d set for ourselves that day was to explore the city by foot and to find Lenin’s statue.  After the fall of the Soviet regime, Lenin was moved from the his prime real estate and relegated to a less prominent position somewhere in the city.  Armed with a map and good walking shoes, we’d started our exploration.  After a few hours and a few misdirections, we finally found him — he’s now in the same square as the American University!

The next day, we meet our travel group and before setting off to rural Kyrgyzstan in a zill (an indestructible Soviet truck converted into a people carrier), we needed to pick up some essential supplies.  First stop was the Osh Market.  And, the Lonely Planet was completely accurate about the corrupt plain-clothed policemen on patrol at Osh Market.  No sooner had Bruce taken 30 steps into Osh Market, someone grabbed his sleeve and demanded to see his passport.  This was the beginning of a shakedown.  Fortunately for us, our local travel guide was nearby and came to our rescue.  The first step was to politely but firmly refuse to hand over Bruce’s passport and then politely and firmly refuse to ‘follow him’.  The plain-clothed policeman wasn’t going to easily give up on his shakedown.  So, the next step was for our guide to go on the offensive — our local guide then demanded to speak to the policeman’s superior officer.  By this time, a small crowd started to gather around us. Using the power of the public attention, the local guide then shamed the policeman by asking him why he was targeting tourists especially given that tourists were presently very scarce at the moment (due to a recent violent uprising) and as a result he was hurting national interests.  At this point, the police relented and Bruce was ‘released’.   Needless to say, we hoofed out of Osh Market ASAP.

Before setting off on our road trip along the Silk Route, we needed a cultural hit and thus visited the National Museum.  The  Soviet propaganda from a bygone period was the highlight of the museum’s treasure.  In particular, in the photograph below, it’s is said that the cowboy riding the missile is an avatar of Ronald Reagan!

The Kyrgyzstan countryside was as varied as it was beautiful.  At times, the field of sunflowers evoked Provence, France.  At other times, the Tian Shan mountain range brought back memories of Switzerland.  But the occassional farmer’s market alongside the road was pure Central Asia — and the melons from this region were some of the finest (juicest and sweetest) melons we’ve ever tasted!

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Traveling in a zill was an unforgettable experience.  It’s difficult to express in words what it is like to ride in one of these (other than you need to have a strong constitution and no history of back pain). In lieu of words, there is a short video clip — please click on the below image to access the video.  Whilst a zill was a characterful form of transportation, it was unfortunately slower relative to 4x4s and thus we spent hours (and hours and hours) in it.  The advantage with the zill was that we could go off-road (if necessary), but, the trade-off was that we spent more time in transit than really necessary.

Video – 43 seconds – external link to Facebook

After a full day in the zill, we finally arrived at our destination at Song Kul Lake in central Kyrgyzstan. For several days, we stayed with a local family in one of their yurts.  Nights in the central open plain were amazing — there was absolutely no light pollution and thus we saw the clearest and most remarkable starscape.  And although it was August, a wood-burning stove was lit in each yurt for warmth.  The smell of wood-fire always take me back to memories of Christmas in Yorkshire.  And, so it was that on a cold summer’s night in Central Asia, I laid in bed thinking of mulled spiced wine, minced pies and other delights associated with XMAS. Surreal.

The sunrise that morning was glorious — the lake blazed in golden light.  As we chowed down breakfast (local yoghurt, bread, jam and coffee), the family prepared their horses for us.  This day was the culimation of one year of horse riding lessons almost every Saturday whilst in Hong Kong (at www.ceec.hk). As complete novice riders, we knew that it would be foolish to try to ride a horse for the first time in Central Asia so we started taking lessons one year out.  And, that decision paid dividends.  Although the horses were placid and agreeable, the terrain and the remoteness of the location meant that we had to be confident and competent riders.

Once we returned from our day out exploring the area on horseback, the family that hosted us invited the locals over to demonstrate and showcase their national games including: horse wrestling, picking up parcels from the ground whilst in trot, wrestling, and ‘kidnap the bride’.

Krygyz horse wrestling does not simply involve pulling your opponent off his horse.  (That would be too simple.)  The wrestlers use their horse’s heads to literally head-butt their opponent whilst at the same time the men would punch, whip, and pull at each other until the opponent is off his horse!

To win at the parcel game, the rider must have amazing dexterity as he rides his horse whilst concurrently hanging off his horse in order to pick up a small parcel from the ground.

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Kyrgyzstan

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And, in ‘kidnap the bride’, the female has a head start. And if she manages to out-race her pursuer, then in round 2, she gets to whip her pursuer (assuming of course that she can catch him)!  Although there was a fair amount of merriment in watching this game, ‘kidnapped bride’ is not something to be taken lightly as it is a present day threat for many women as it is still very prevalent in Central Asia.  In fact, our hostess herself was once a kidnapped bride.  Telling her story, she admitted that at first she was deeply unhappy as she was taken away against her will and not permitted to see her family until much, much later.  But, after a few years, she came to the realization that she “married a good man” and thus she began to love him.  Interestingly, when we asked the host (i.e. ‘the kidnapper’) what he would do if HIS daughter became a kidnapped bride, he admitted that he would not like it at all and that he would do his utmost to stop it from happening.  It’s difficult for us to be objective here as this is not part of our culture.  But, looking at the family, they seem to be happy and content (they have two lovely children — a girl and boy).

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boys wrestling

After the horse games, the local boys demonstrated to us their skill and dexterity in wrestling.  And, to conclude the festivities that evening …. VODKA!  During the vodka celebration, I noticed that whilst the local men accepted the women in our group as ‘Western Women’ and therefore different, the men were still vry traditional and not comfortable shaking the women’s hands when leaving.  Instead, the women got a polite nod for ‘goodbye’ from the local men.  But, the Western Women got double kisses on the cheeks from the local women (which the Western Men didn’t get !!!) so, in the end,I think that the Western Women got the better deal!

After a few days at Song Kul Lake, it was time to hop back onto the zill for Tash Rabat — famed for it’s caravanserai which is half-embedded into a hillside.  According to the Lonely Planet, “local sources say it dates from the 15th century, although some sources say the site dates from the 10th century when it was a Christian monastery.  Either way, historians agree that at one time Tash Rabat must have had significant Silk Road political and trade importance to justify the investment of the labour required for its construction”.

Tash Rabat Caravanserai

Tash Rabat Caravanserai

Tash Rabat Caravanserai

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We stayed with the local ground keeper and his lovely family.  The family had a small house and thus our meals were taken indoor (instead of from a dining yurt).  As they had a working kitchen, the food was more varied and I vividly remembered a particularly delicious garlic eggplant mash with warm flat bread.

In addition to earning an income looking after the caravanserai and for hosting tourists, the family also produced wool and felt.  During the winter when there are no tourists, the family produced wool slippers, wool mats, felt wall hangings, etc to sell to the summer tourists.

Sadly, our 2 nights at Tash Rabat was our last time in a yurt.  From this point onwards, we would be in either hotels or homestays.  A yurtstay is not for everyone as the amenities are very basis.  But, we loved it.  If the yurt is carpeted, then it is customary to leave your shoes outside, or, inside but by the wood-stove.  Our sleeping arrangements were communal with the women in one yurt and the men in another. Each yurt is purpose-specific so there is one for sleeping and a separate one for eating.

  

Saying goodbye to Tash Rabat and the yurts, we’d hopped into the zill to reach the Kyrgyz-China border.  We spent most of that morning traversing the Torugart Pass before reaching the border.  Given Torugart’s reputation as one of Asia’s most unpredicatable border crossing, we were pleasantly surprised at getting thru border control without any hassle.  But the border crossing meant that we had to exchange the zill for a mini-bus at the Chinese border as the zill could not cross.

It is often said that Kashgar is a tale of 2 people — the local Uyghur and the Han Chinese.  This saying is deeply rooted in truth as there were many times that I had to remind myself that I was actually in China.

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yes … this _IS_ from China

Although this is a politically sensitive region, we had no problems walking the streets and markets.  And, once, when we walked thru Old Kashgar we were invited by a family to tea in their courtyard.  Although we were complete strangers, the code of hospitality was particularly strong and we were completely welcomed by this lovely family.  But the best memories of Kashgar was from the evening we ditched our group and elected to roam the streets of Old Kashgar under our own steam.  What was particularly memorable was when Bruce and I purchased some hot buns from a food cart and as we were walking down the street munching away on our food, a man on a Vespa-like motorcycle came from behind us beeping his horns.  When he got our attention, he said something to us that we could not understand and then handed to us a bag full of these buns.  He then gave us a nod and then drove back in the direction he came.  We were completely baffled but could only surmised that the food seller must have over-charged us originally.  Either out of guilt, or, shamed by his friends, the food seller then sent his mate to find us and give us this bag full of hot buns.

Videos from Kashgar:

Kashgar, China

Video – Pursuit of Dumplings – connect to external site Facebook

Video – Kashgar streetlife at night – external link to Facebook

Sadly, the glimpses of Old Kashgar that we saw will soon be relegated to history as the local authorities are pursuing a wholescale forced refurbishment of the area.  In place of the traditional low-rise houses with a courtyard as the heart of each home, the Uyghurs will be rehoused to modern apartment blocks.  The government says that this is for the good of the Uyghurs, but, the Uyghurs disagreed.  Our local guide advised us that the apartments are viewed as nothing more than cell blocks.  The security cameras (to protect them) could be used to monitor the locals.  And more importantly, without a courtyard for their animals, these new apartment blocks are the death knell to the Uyghur’s traditional lifestyle.

We were exceptionally fortunate to be in Kashgar on a Sunday as this enabled us to visit the famed Sunday Market.  Enroute to the market, we saw all sorts of vehicles transporting livestocks on the highway.  Although never cruel, the treatment of the animals at the market can be discomforting to those who are accustomed to Western animal welfare practices.

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After Kashgar, we had to recross the Torugart Pass enroute to Bishkek (via Naryn).   Succinctly, we had an ‘interesting’ border crossing.  (I’ll save the details of this border crossing for another blog at another time.)  The next 2 days was a blur as we were in the zill racing to get to Bishkek for our flight to Tashkent.  The original plan to visit Osh and the surrounding area was scuppered as the area was deemed unsafe for foreign visitors.  And, that was a major disappointment for us because we wanted to experience as much of Kyrgyzstan as possible — but not from the window of a zill.

Once we landed into Uzbekistan, everything was also a blur as the ground crew bundled us into a caravan of cars and drove like maniacs to get us to our next destination in Tajikistan.  Although we’ve been in ‘fast and furious’ car situations before  — i.e., in India (but there is an element of “organized chaos” on Indian roads) and in Turkey (crazy, crazy taxi drivers!!!)  —   the situation in Uzbekistan was one of just pure manic driving.  Fortunately, our car had functioning seat belts.  (Unlike the time when we were in Cambodia — our taxi driver noticed our discomfort when we’d realized that the seat belts were not working and he said — and this is a direct quote —  “don’t worry … if we crash, we will crash slowly” !!!)   At the first pit stop, we had a quiet word with our tour leader and she then had a word with the drivers.  From then onwards, the drivers drove a bit more responsibly.

The border crossing from Uzbekistan to Tajikistan was staff with young men (boys?) with guns.  Fortunately, these boys were sweet — they even tried to flirt with some of the ladies in our group.  But, I think we had the last laugh — one of the ladies in our group is an ex-SAS soldier and therefore knew an unloaded gun when she saw one — but we didn’t let the boys know that we knew.  First, that would have pricked at their pride, and second, it would not have helped us cross the border any faster.

Once we passed border control, we were bundled into another set of cars and trundled off.  The Fan Mountain has some amazing landscape — noticeably, some of the passes on this mountain range are particularly treacherous as we saw many skeletons (trucks and cars) littering the side of the mountains. Nonetheless, our drivers zipped thru this that area rather quickly(!).  We also observed that there were A LOT of Chinese construction workers toiling on the main Tajikistan highway (and many Chinese trucks carrying goods into the heartland).  It is clear that China is building a modern ‘silk road’ thru Central Asia and nowhere was more obvious than on the main road thru the Fan Mountains.

After many hours in the car, we’d arrived at our first homestay.  A characterful homestay would have been the perfect antidote …. but, this was not to be.  Although these homestays were 10x more comfortable than our yurtstay, I can honestly say that I prefer the yurts because it had more charm and more importantly, we had more interaction with the local family.  Our homestays in Takijistan (and Uzbekistan) can only be described by the following routine: arrive in the evening, tidy up, eat, drink and then sleep.  It was in essence nothing more than a hostel. We had very limited interaction with the local family and that was a huge disappointment because the idea behind a homestay is to get-under-the-skin of a place.  To make matters worse, neither the tour operator nor the ground crew did their homework as some of the places that we stayed were wholly inappropriate.  As it was too late to ameliorate the the homestay arrangements, Bruce and I just had to grin and bear it.

After a few days in Tajikistan, we headed back over to Uzbekistan again to hit the “must see” on any Silk Road itinerary — Samarkand, Bukhara and Khiva.  These three grande dames didn’t disappoint.  But, sadly, Samarkand was quickly becoming a bit too Disney-fied.  The old and characterful streets have been bulldozed over and these were now wide, tree-lined boulevards.  Furthermore, everything was too clean and too modern.

Video: Samarkand at sunrise (external link to Facebook)

But, if you scratch the surface, the old blood still pulses.   And so, we scratched.  We heard that it might be possible to climb in one of the towers in Samarkand if you tip the guard on duty for access.  And the guard gladly gave us access — and left us alone to explore the tower.  The problem is that this place was DANGEROUS (note:  no health & safety regulation in practice).  The internal tower was very dark (fortunately, we were well prepared with head torches), there were huge gapping holes/pits, and the stairs did not have any safety railing.  And once we were under the tower itself, only 1 person can realistically climb the tower because the steps were very steep and the passage was very narrow. At the top, the openning was tiny and the view was restricted.  How the guard must have bellowed with laughter knowing that we put so much effort to see so little!  But, the upside was that because it was very early in the morning, we were the only tourists and thus had the full place to ourselves to roam around at will!

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In Bukhara, we visited several craft shops.  Despite my herculean attempt to resist, I’d cracked (no surprises here) and purchased a few embroidered cushion covers and a gorgeous large duvet cover.  These are definitely not machine-embroidered — because after the purchase, I found a small bit of dried apricot stuck onto the duvet cover!  I love the idea that someone was snacking whilst stitching my duvet cover.  It just made me love this piece even more!

In Khiva, we’d stayed in a hotel that was once a madrassa (religious school) with a courtyard at the center of the complex.  Khiva is an UNESCO protected old town and as such it avoided the Disney-ification of Samarkand.  Like a grade-listed building in the UK, there are restrictions around what could be done to the old forted city — but, it does not stop modernity.  Thus and although we were in an ancient and protected city, it didn’t feel quite authentic.  Perhaps the huge amount of tourist tat (presumably for our benefit sadly) overwhelmed the quiet charm of the city.  Happily, the quiet charm was still strong outside the tourist area.  We walked along the fort walls of Khiva and we were enchanted by the residential neighborhood.  Inspired by the site, we decided that we would return to the fort wall again at sunrise the next morning to try to capture the magic of the residential area.  Sadly, as this was at the end of our 21+ day trek and as we were tired, this sunrise walk unfortunately did not materialized — we were too comfortable in bed that morning.

My favorite memory of Khiva was when we’d encountered a woman in the street carrying a beautiful handmade and hand-painted cradle.  We spoke to her and discovered that the cradle was for her 3-day old grandson.  She was beaming with joy and pride.  So much so that she allowed us to photograph her smiling — this is very unusal in Uzbekistan.  This is because most people have gold teeth and when it comes to being photographed, they will almost always smile with a closed mouth.   This was my last portrait shot on the trip and it was the shot I wanted — a beautiful smile to go along with a beautiful memory of a happy grandmother!

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Uzbek grandmother

In summary, this trip was a great first-taste to Central Asia.  Despite the strenuous border crossings, bureaucracy, and shakedown at Osh Market,  the overwhelming kindness and hospitality of the people in Central Asia trumped all the negative aspects of this trip.  As such, Bruce and I are still very excited about coming back …. and perhaps, this time we would do the Pamirs on horseback!

Photo Albums:

Song Kul

Kyrgyzstan

Khiva, Uzbekistan

Uzbekistan and Tajikistan

 

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We’d traveled with Wild Frontiers UK (www.wildfrontiers.co.uk) on their ‘Silk Road Odyssey’ package.  Based on our experience with this company, we would  N O T  recommend Wild Frontiers UK to our friends and family.  To understand why, please see my OP-ED.

But, we would recommend the Kyrgzy local guide “Tommy” (full name: Artem Volkov) who can be reached at fenrir83@mail.ru or at +996 555 99 33 15.  He was awesome!

 

Travel Blog – Burma 2011

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We had a very positive experience travelling with Nevada Wier when she led the National Geographics Photography Tour of India in 2009.  So, when she emailed to her friends and clients that she was running a private tour to Burma, the following is exactly what transpired:

Tram (in home office reading email):  “Hey Bruce …  Nevada.  Burma.  2011.”

Bruce (downstairs in the living rooom):  “YES!!!”

Tram emails Nevada:  “We’re coming!”

Burma is a country that I’ve always wanted to visit but always held back because of the travel boycott advocated by many (but not all) Burmese political dissidents as the military junta benefits directly from international tourism.  I’d read the Lonely Planet’s advice column about whether or not to go and vacillated for a long time.  On the one hand, the military junta is a major beneficiary of the travel dollars.  But, on the other hand, if tourists are careful about where to spend the money, then they can ensure that a significant amount of spend will go directly to the local Burmese.  Nevada is an expert on Burma and with her in the lead, our concerns about travelling to this country were completely assuaged.  And, it was absolutely the right call — because very soon after, Aung San Suu Kyi was released and the whole tourist industry exploded.  Everyone is now visiting Burma, and as I understand it, the prices for hotels and flights have skyrocketed.  Our timing was completely auspicious!  And the country certainly did not disappoint!

As Burma has always captured my imagination, I wanted to spend as much time as possible to rumble thru the streets.  To this end, Bruce and I arrived 2 days before the main group.  And, we used our free time wisely — our itinerary was largely based around our stomach and we’d plotted our course based on the Lonely Planet’s food recommendations.  Fortunately, the streets were safe to walk around and, if necessary, the taxis were cheap if the distance was too great.  Under our own steam, we’d visited a Hindu temple, a synagogue, and lots of monasteries.  And when the heat was too oppressive and/or if we needed a “cool porcelain break” (i.e. visit the loo), then it was  a tea (or, rather a G&T … a gin and tonic) break at a nice hotel such as The Strand.

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Ngahtatgyi Paya – one of the most impressive sitting Buddhas in Southern Burma

While in Yangon, we stayed at the Traders Hotel (on Bogyoke Aung San Road) and the unique thing about this hotel is that it is also home to The United Nations.  The UN leased a floor in this hotel to run their initiatives and as such, it was an odd juxaposition to see bleary-eyed tourists with stacks of suitcases standing next to UN officers in the elevator/lifts.   But then again, Burma is a country of odd juxtapositions.  In Yangon, you can be forgiven to forget that you’re in one of the last unspoiled countries in the world as Yangon feels like a modern albeit quaint Asian city.  But once outside of Yangon, you’ll see the real Burma where ox-pulled carts and overloaded passenger trucks compete with the modern 4x4s (used almost exclusively by the tourists and government officials).

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quaint Yangon

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transportation by any means possible …

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Our trip was designed to see the beauty of Burma in 15 days.  As it was impossible to visit every part of Burma in just 15 days, we skipped Mandalay and Inle Lake (perhaps for another visit another time) but the highlight of the trip was spending three days with the tattooed Chin Tribe at Kyahto Village in Western Burma.  Travel to this area was restricted and required special travel permits — as such, this was an experience rarely experienced by most.

Our first stop was to Bagan in central Burma.  Bagan fills a 26 sq. mile arid plain with 4000+ temples with some dating back centuries.  As such, it is a must-visit for any visitor (note: there is a mandatory US$10 entrance fee to the Bagan Archeological Zone which goes to the government).  Our trip was timed to coincide with the Ananda Temple Festival where people from all over the region come to offer donations/offerings to over a thousand monks and monklets.   The offering varied based on the ability of donator and the offerings were piled onto large tables where senior monks  distributed the goods to the queuing monks. To prevent double-dipping, each monk was given a ticket at his monastery and must have this ticket to redeem his offering.

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a sample of the offerings — this pile was for young monks (note: toothpaste and notebooks for homework)

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It was absolutely endearing to see the monklets enjoy their offerings.  Moreso, it was a joy to see young boys being boys.  In the West, we often have an stereotypical view of the stoic monks.  But, the truth is that in Burma, every man is encourage to join a monastery at least once in his life.  (Our local fixer later mentioned that after guiding our group, he planned to ‘check in’ to his local monastery for two weeks to detox his well-being.)  This explanation makes sense especially in light of the brutal government crackdown on the 2007 protests which were largely led by monks (some of which were, in effect, ordinary men in robes).

Sadly, it seems that the offerings were for monks and monklets only.  The nuns appeared to be excluded.

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Next to the temple grounds, the locals have set up shops, a fairground, and sleeping quarters.  Although Burma was under heavy international sanctions (at the time) and as such, it was largely isolated from the West (but not to the extreme as in North Korea), we were completely suprised to see rows and rows of Justin Bieber (?!?!!?) posters at the market stalls.  This was almost as bizzare as seeing a Manchester United poster in a tiny local cafe in ‘Nowhere Burma’.  When we asked the local fixer about this, he mentioned that the military junta does not dare to switch off all satellite transmissions — this is because many in the army are big football fans and it would cause too much trouble if the junior officers could not watch European football!

Another interesting observation was on the resiliency of the ordinary Burmese.  On the temporary fairground, the festival organizers had installed a ferris wheel.  But, this machine did not have an engine to spin the wheel around.  The solution was to have young men climb up the device and pull the wheel as they jump off!  Truly amazing!

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We started the next day in pure luxury — with an early morning balloon ride over Bagan.  We were lucky in that it was a gusty morning (but not too much to warrant a flight cancellation) and as such, we had a relatively longer flight because we had difficulties landing (landed successfully on the third attempt). Couldn’t help but feeel sorry for the poor lads who had to ‘chase’ the balloon and then use their bodyweight to ‘anchor’ us down.  Every time we tried to land, our balloon seemed to be drawing a crowd.  The crowd consisted mainly of young kids — half are interested in us (the foreigners) and the other half have something to sell.   Given that these kids made such an effort to find us, I bought a copy of the omnipresent Burmese Days by George Orwell — except that my version was decidely a bootleg variety.   The cover looked like the genuine article but inside, the pages were photocopied!

View from the air — village and temple ruins merged together

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Video: view from the air (80 secs) – Facebook link

After a few days of photography mania around Bagan (temples, monks, monklets, streetlife, sunrise and sunset!), it was time to hit the bumpy dirt roads and drive West to Mindat before trekking to Kyahto Village to spend time with the Chin Tribe.  Again, we had luck on our side as our local fixer in Mindat had a relative who was getting married on the day of our arrival and we were all invited to attend the church wedding and the festivities.  (While much of Burma are Buddhists, the Chins are mostly Christians and are believers in animism.)  As such, it was a real treat to witness a local wedding and then partake in a local meal with the wedding party the next day.

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the happy couple . . .

Whilst in Mindat, we were told of the rat plague that ravaged this region a few months prior.  Apparently, this was caused by the blooming of a particular bamboo flower.  Fortunately, this type of bamboo does not flower often but when it does, it affects the rats’ fertility.  And the effects were devastating.  As a consequence of the rat plague, not only have the villagers lost all of their crops for the season, but in addition, their children were pulled out of school so that the kids can help work the fields.  The Chins are subsistence farmers which mean that they have to start all over again and this unfortunately means that they have to slash and burn more land.  The situation was pretty dire as one of the shaman offered to sell an amber necklace that has been in his family for several generations — he was desparate to raise cash to buy rice for the village.  The good news was that (1) as a group and under our own volition, we donated several hundred dollars to the tribe and (2) while we were there, we saw foreign food aid (in particular, Australia Aid) coming into the region.

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a makeshift bridge – enroute to Kyahto Village

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Not sure how, but, I managed to pick up a terrible bug during my time in Mindat.   This meant that during our trek to Kyahto Village, I was completely out of sorts.  As such, what should have been a three hours trek turned into a half-day trek to the village.  When we finally arrived and after Bruce set up our sleeping bags on the wooden floor (with a mosquito net to protect us), I zonked out.  For the next two days, I slept and slept.  Although I missed out on visiting nearby villages, I had a special treat …. The kids in Kyahto Village were very interested in me.  Here was a Western (and Asian) woman cuddled up in her sleeping bag during the middle of the day — was she sick?  Tired?  Lazy?  Uninterested in us?  They gathered right outside of the hut and tried to get a glance in. Feeling slightly better, I entertained them with my iPad and they were completely mesmerized with our photos from previous travels.  They shrieked at the sight of the masked Bhutan dancers.  They giggled at any photographs that had animals.  And, they automatically connected with any photographs I had with other children from around the world.

Later that evening, while I was sleeping (again), the kids told their elders about my iPad and the elders were interested to see this amazing device.  Bruce then showed them his iPad and in particular, showed them an application called Star Walk.  The concept behind Star Walk is that you point to any celestial object in the sky and Star Walk will describe what that object is.  In addition, it will show the full starscape and as you move the iPad around, the internal compass will match the movement and the starscape will change accordingly.  Unfortunately, one of the elders pointed the iPad downwards but still saw stars on the screen.  The result was a tremendous debate whether or not this machine really worked.  The village shaman was an educated man and therefore knew that the world was round.  To help settle the debate, the villagers and the shaman knew that the moon was behind a hill but at the present moment, the moon could not be seen.  As a test of whether or not the machine really worked, they pointed the iPad to the hill and Star Walk showed the moon.   “The Machine works” was the villager’s verdict!

The Chins are famous for their tattooed women with each village/tribe having their own unique pattern.  The Burmese government is actively trying to end this practice and imposes a significant fine.  As a result, the majority of the tattooed women we saw were older — with the youngest tattooed woman in her late twenties.

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During one evening, the Chins hosted a fireside dance for our group.  The highlight of this was when one of the elder woman sang a song that only she knew the lyrics to — the younger generations were not interested in learning the lyrics and as such when she passes away, the song will be forgotten.  To hear this song, please click on the below image to hear the video recording.

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After three days of Chin hospitality, it was time to head west to Mrauk-U.  But, in order to head west, we needed to head south and fly west as it would have been too onerous to attempt to drive west.  As such, the detour included heading back to Bagan (overnight stop) and then fly back to Yangon (overnight stop) for our flight to Sittwe (one day stopover) and then a boat ride to Mrauk-U.

At our Yangon stopover, Nevada crammed in as many photographic excursions as possible.  We did sunrise photography at Shwedagon Pagoda.  And, gatecrashed into a local monastery where the young monklets were at study (see video).  Walked the Yangon streets to capture streetlife.  And, in the evening, we went to the Sin Oo Jetty by the Yangon River to photograph riverlife at sunset.

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Headmaster at Study Hall

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Video: monklets in Study Hall (33 secs) – Facebook link

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Streetlife, Chinatown – Yangon

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Yangon riverside — river taxi ready for passengers

Given Sittwe’s proximity to Bangladesh, Sittwe has a more diverse mix in race (Rakhaing, Indian, and Burmese) and in religion (Hindus, Muslims, and Buddhists). At the time of our visit in 2011, Sittwe was peaceful.  Sadly in 2012, sectarian violence exploded resulting in murder, burning of homes and the mass displacement of people.

We were completely unaware of the potential tinderbox during our visit.  At this time, Sittwe was a place of rural tranquility. We particularly enjoyed visiting the famous fish market before sunrise.  At the first blush of light, about a hundred little boat returned to shore with their catch and the fish market bustled into activity.  People of all race, age, and beliefs were there in the market.

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dried fish, Sittwe

After the fish market, we also visited the Mahaatulamarazein Monastery at sunset and caught the most amazing colours!

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The next day, we hopped onto a chartered boat for a 6-hour cruise to Mrauk-U. During this lull, some sunbathed/napped on the deck while others were busy photographing the wildlife on the river banks and watched the world sailed by.  Nevada serenaded those interested with a reading from a book about the aftermath of Typhoon Nargis and the subsequent riots in 2007.  It was bliss to sit on the deck chair listening to riverlife, the birds, and Nevada’s dulcet readings.

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boys playing by the river banks

Mrauk-U was once a center of one of Burma’s most powerful kingdons. Unlike Bagan where the temple ruins are strewn over a vast arid plain, the ruins of Mrauk-U sit on or against bluffs in hilly terrain interlaced with streams and leafy trees.  As such, there was no deja-vu or feeling of ‘did it, done it’ about Mrauk-U.  The magic was still very strong.  And, the locals were so welcoming that we were able to photograph intimate shots of local monks bathing (with clothes on, of course), villagers collecting water from the local well, village girls carrying heavy goods homes, etc.

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Monks – at evening bath

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But the best photography excursion was saved for last — sunrise photography of the temple ruins over the leafy hills.  We were extraordinarily lucky in that local monklets (who were very interested in us and followed us) allowed us to photograph them against the temples in the background.   MAGIC!

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Mrauk-U – The ‘fog’ in the background is actually woodfire smoke. Like clockwork, the valley fills with smoke during breakfast and dinner time.

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Morning stretch, sunrise at Mrauk-U

Sadly, Mrauk-U was our last stop before heading back to Yangon for our flight to Bangkok and then onwards to Hong Kong.

As Burma will likely change in response to the political changes, it will remain to be seen if the Burma we witnessed in Jan 2011 will be anything like the Burma we will see during our next visit (no dates set). Regardless, it is definitely a country worth revisiting!

 

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This trip was organized as a private tour by Nevada Wier (www.nevadawier.com).

For more photographs of Burma, please click on the below:

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For more photographs on Burmese Monks, please click on the album dedicated to Monks and Monklets (and a few sprinklings of Nuns and Nunnies):

 

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Nuns at Shwedagon Paya

Advice: 

+ Changing money in Burma was very similar to changing money in Central Asia — every middlemen wanted clean, undamanged (i.e. no folds), large foreign denominations.  If they know that you’ve just arrived into the country, then they will reject any currency that isn’t ‘perfect’.  If, however, they know that you have been in the country for sometime and if THEY want to close the deal, then they might give you a poorer exchange rate for the ‘damaged’ bills.   Best advice I can give to future travellers is to make sure that your foreign currency looks like they’ve just been printed! And, only exchange enough money for little things like bottled water, entrance fees, donations and taxis because most places accept US dollars.

+ At time of travel (Jan 2011), there wasn’t a ‘visa on arrival’ scheme.  Anyone arriving without the correct visa will be denied entry and send back on the first available plane.

 

Travel Blog – Guizhou Province, China

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August 2012

Equipped with news footage about the torrential rain in China and with an email from our group leader to bring along proper rain gear, I had visions of mud, mud, more mud, grey skies, and lots of rain — in other words, I had to pack for a typical British summer day!  To this end, I’d packed my green Yorkshire wellies for the expected deluge.

Fortunately, the worst of the rain had passed by the time we arrived and the most we got was a little drizzle every now and then.  But unfortunately, there were landslides everywhere and this impacted our itinerary in a BIG way.  As such, we missed a major festival as the roads were impassable.  In addition, another festival set along the riverbank (and in the river itself!) was cancelled due to inclement weather.  Furthermore, a village that is only accessible via a natural limestone cave tunnel was ruled too dangerous for us to reach because in the narrowest part of the cave, the water was chest-high and fast moving (more importantly, our camera gear would have gotten wet!).

With our plans in disarray, we had to rely on our local fixers’ extensive knowledge and networks (as well as a good dosage of serendipity).  For the most part, this was successful.  The most memorable of these encounters was an evening funeral at a neighbouring village.  We honestly did not know what to expect, but, we knew that this invitation was too incredible to pass up.  So, we hopped on the bus and hit the muddy and bumpy mountainous roads with vertiginous drops (fortunately, it was too dark to see the drops) and hairpin turns.  The drive to the village took much longer than we expected (due to the poor road condition).  Once we arrived in the village, we knew immediately that we were going to have an unforgettable experience.  The first clue was the hauntingly beautiful sounds coming from the Lusheng pipes (made from bamboo).  The second clue was the huge turnout — there must have hundreds of people from the village (and neighbouring villages).  And, the third clue was the start of the fireworks.  We arrived just in time — the funeral festivities had just begun.

It was a funeral unlike anything that I have experienced before.  In the main house, the mood was somber.  But outside the house, there was music, dancing, and general merriment.  This continued throughout the night — and even while the shaman performed his rituals.

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The funeral was for Mr. Liu Wen Shu, a 66 year old ex school teacher at Wuyao Village.   The Miaos believe in burying their dead only on auspicious dates and as such, Mr. Liu’s funeral was delayed until this evening.  As such, the body was kept in a refrigerated casket in the corner of the room.  In the other corner, the family lit candles and provided offerings to the spirits.  The immediate family sat by the casket while the shaman and his assistant conduct the funeral ceremony.

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Although we did not know the deceased or his family, as foreign visitors, we were greeted warmly and treated as honoured guests.  At around 11:30 PM, we could see lightening in the near horizon and sensed that a nasty storm was brewing.  Mindful of how bad the road was under good condition, we were keen to leave before it started to rain.  Once the word got out that we were about to leave, the family invited us to stay on but we had to politely decline.  The festivities were in full swing as we were leaving and my parting memory of this incredible night was the bull-fighting dance.

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Mr. Lui’s funderal wasn’t the only funeral that we came across.  Quite coincidently and accidentally, we stumbled upon another wake in a different village earlier in the day.  The ceremony actually started the previous day but the celebration was still under way when we arrived.  (We should have known that something was going on as we saw three men fast asleep on the road as we entered the village!)  We were drawn to the event by the commotion of the women washing the dishes and preparing more food.  Once there, the men seized upon us and bestowed tremendous hospitality.  Although we politely declined the food and drinks (since we just had our lunch), the men were jovially persistent (as you can see from the below photographs).

The main goal of this trip was to explore and photograph the lesser-known festivals of the Miao (known more commonly as the Hmong) — one of province’s largest ethnic groups.  Although we missed out on a few festivals on the original itinerary, the local guides helped find alternative festivals and events.  The first was a harvest festival at Shuiguo village (Jiuqian township) whereby the shaman made a blessing for rain and good harvest by a pond.  As part of this ritual, the locals provided food for the spirits (pig head, fish, fruit, and rice).  In addition, a pig and some ducks were thrown into the pond and the local men waded into the water to catch the animals and bring them ashore. This symbolized reaping the fertility from the land and water.  In addition, the local women performed a song to ward off evil spirits.

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The next festival was held at the Huang Gang village.  As we arrived before the festival started, we wandered around the small village.  At the school, the children were in their festival fineries.  They too were waiting for the festival to begin.  But in the interim, they played.  It was a joy to see kids being kids.

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The first mark of the start was the sound of the Lushseng pipes. A procession including the shaman, his assistants, the villagers and the children followed.  The last in the procession were the men carrying the sacrificial pig.  Ontop of a raised platform in the middle of the village square, the shaman beat a drum while turning to face all four directions (north, west, south and east).  Interspersed were songs and dances — some must have been either very bawdy or comical as the audience reacted to the lyrics with great laughter.  At the end, the entire procession grabbed hands and formed circles and danced.  Some in our group were caught up in the merriment and had to stop photographing and join in.

Video (23 secs) – link to Facebook

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Video (23 secs) – link to Facebook

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the poor pig gets it !!!

After this ceremony, there was a temporary break whereby the locals returned home for lunch.  We took advantage of this lull to wander around the village and found the sacrificed pig roasting over an open fire.  The local butcher then cleaned, gutted, and carved the pig.  At one point, we saw one man blowing air directly in the intestines — we were later told that this is to move the contents of the intestine together so that it would be easier to remove!  (For pictures and video on the pig sacrifice, please check out the food blog on Guizhou Province.)

After the long lunch break, the festival continued with a harvest/fertility ritual whereby a small group of teenagers waded into the village pond to catch the catfishes.  The abundance of catfishes symbolized the upcoming  harvest bounty.  But, the in truth, it looked more like an opportunity for the villagers to have fun — the whole ritual turned into a massive mud fight!

The most surprising festival we visisted during our 2 weeks in Guizhou Province was the Climbing Mountain Festival at Linshan on Shixian Mountain. This festival was said to celebrate the day when Avolokitasvara Bodhisattva achieved enlightenment.  But, it was a huge shock for us to see dog fighting and bull fighting featured at what was a Buddhist festival!  Atop the mountain was a temple where some worshippers burned incense, but, the core of this festival appeared to be the fights (and the gambling.)  Upon closer inspection, we noticed that there were very few Miao minorities at this festival — it seemed to have been usurped by other groups.

Fortunately, it was NOT a death contest — the first animal to back off from the fight automatically lost.  Nonetheless it was uncomfortable to watch the dogs get bloodied.  The bull fights were a little easier to watch as they were quicker to yield.  One fight in particular lasted only 2 seconds as it was clear that one animal simply didn’t want to fight.  Almost immediately, it turned away and the fight was declared over.  However, in another case, there was a sustained fight and the two beasts were quite pugnacious!  The fight actually spilled over to where the crowds were standing.  Luckily, the locals knew to be nimble during the bull fights and thus got out of the way just in time.  The keepers had great difficulties getting the animals back into the fighting pen again.  It was interesting to observe the behaviour of one bull — it was angry and not cooperative at all, but, the moment one of the keepers grabbed control of it’s nosering, the bull immediately became docile.

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As an antidote to the blood sport, the next festival was more genteel.  There was a Miao dancing competition and about 5 sub-tribes attended.  The competing groups ran the full gamet from seasoned veterans to young kids.  The commonality was that the women and girls were festooned with elaborate silver jewelery and colorful costumes.

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In between the various festivals, our  guides helped organize home visits with different Miao tribes.  In some cases, the Miao kindly donned their festival clothes and permitted us to photograph them.  In addition, our local guides introduced us to some weavers and artisans in the region.  One in particular was a master of the ‘cloth folding embroidery’ technique.  Her festival coat took six years to complete as the technique is highly intricate.  Her head piece was inspired by the long-horn headpiece but instead of using the traditional silver metal, she used only embroidered cloth to make this remarkable and highly unique hat!  Some of our favorite photographs from these visits are:

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Video (2 mins 45 secs): dances and songs. External link to Facebook.

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A few days later, we attended our very last festival of the trip.  This was a major festival held in Kaihuai town in which the former governor of Guizhou Province attended.  Given that he was a ‘big potato’, a pig was sacrificed in his honor.  His attendance attracted more Miao sub-tribes  and we were treated with AMAZING tribal costumes and dances.  A big ‘plus’ was that we arrived early and were most fortunate to see the ladies ‘gear up’ for the festival.

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After the festival, there was an enormous traffic jam — the kind that only happened in Asia.  Rather than sweat it out, we decided to enjoy cold beer in a nearby restaurant until the situation improved.

A quick word about the roads in Guizhou Province.  Bruce and I actually joked that because of our horse riding experience, we knew how to land on our butt properly each time we flew into the air when going over a pot hole. On some roads, the condition was pitiful — in fact, one member of our group actually dislocated her shoulder when we went over a pot hole a little too quickly (she had to go to the hospital to reset her shoulder)!   But, on the flip side of the equation, we saw miles and miles of newly paved roads and new highways.  Construction in Guizhou Province was mind-blowing — it just went on and on and on and on  — to the point that some roads actually lead to nowhere.  We’ve been on major paved roads that suddenly stopped — the road building was still in progress!  Furthermore, we have been on new highways whereby even the petrol stations and rest stops hadn’t been staffed yet.

Technically speaking, our travels around Guizhou Province covered only a small area.  But, there were days whereby we spent long hours getting to places that were technically not that far away (i.e. as the crow flies).  Guizhou Province is 80% mountainous and as such, we were on country roads more often than not.  This meant dirt roads, rock slides, and narrow passes.  When the mountain road network is modernized, this will be a double-edged sword for the Miao hill tribes.  On the one hand, it will make their life easier; but on the other hand, the local traditions and characteristics are at risk of getting muddled as they become less isolated.  As such, we have decided to visit this region again in the near future before modernization destroys what makes the hill tribes and their festivals so special.

For more photographs from this trip, please click on this link.

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We traveled on a private tour organized by Nevada Wier (www.nevadawier.com) in conjunction with Lin Xue Biao (owner of Global Expeditions at glbexpd@public.cd.sc.cn) and Lee Maoqing, an expert in the region.

 

Travel Blog: Food in Guizhou, China

*** WARNING:  for those who are squeamish about animal husbandry and/or are sensitive about the treatment of animals, then please do NOT read this blog.  Photos include dead animals as well as animals in distress.

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Market vendors play card during a lull in the afternoon

 

RICE:

As everyone in the West knows, China is the land of rice.  And, yes, there was rice, rice, rice everywhere.  From rice in a bowl to rice noodles to rice soup (not congee or porridge — but rather, the leftover liquid when cooking rice), we had rice every day.  While we were not surprised by the omnipresence of rice, what was surprising was that rice was served AFTER the main dishes were served.  In the West, rice is served with the Chinese dishes — it is the spaghetti to the bolognese sauce.  However, on this trip, rice actually became almost an afterthought for our group as we started tucking into our food the moment the main dishes were laid out.

 

PIGS:

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China is not the place to be reincarnated as a pig!  Pork is as ubiquitous as rice on the menu.  (TIP: if you are a vegetarian, then be sure to be clear that you don’t eat meat because in some places ‘vegetarian’ may mean ‘less meat’ rather than ‘no meat’.  In particular, tofu dishes are often topped with minced pork.)  In addition to being on the menu, pigs also appear to be the animal of choice when it comes to animal sacrifices at the festivals.  While there, we’d witnessed two pig sacrifices — one death was quick whereas the other sadly resulted in the pig squealing for up to four minutes!

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At a village festival, once the pig was killed, it was taken away and roasted ontop of an open fire.  The local men then scraped the burnt skin off with sharp knives while a pack of village dogs eargerly (but carefully) surround the irresistible smelling carcass. Once the tough outer skin was removed, the men disembowelled the pig. This included blowing air into the intestines so that the contents are bunched up and easier to remove.

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Pork is as central in death as it is central in life in Guizhou.  During our 2 weeks in the region, we unexpectedly stumbled across (and were warmly welcomed at) two separate funeral celebrations.  At the first event, the men in the villages held an equivalent to what we would recognized as a multi-day Irish wake. Our first warning to the amount of celebration commited by the men the night before was the fact that we found three men fast asleep on the road as we entered the village !!!  Inside the town hive, we found the women preparing more food (pork and rice) whilst the men were eating, drinking and (for some) sleeping.  In the first picture, there is a man sleeping on the floor between the two tables and in the second picture, the man on the chair is fast asleep.

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The view from the kitchen — pork is the centerpiece of celebration

The second funeral celebration was a much larger affair.  In addition to the ritual ceremony performed by the head shaman, the evening included fireworks, music, and dancing.  For this event, five adult pigs were killed.  (For more information about this event, please see the travel blog on Guizhou.)

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Poultry:

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Life as poultry in China is no better or easier than that of pigs.  No matter how small, every market that we visited had live poultry for sale.  In one wet market, we witnessed the full slaughter process.  Not a pretty sight but it was very insightful to see the end-to-end process as documented in the below photographs.

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the killing zone . . .

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Step 1: cut neck and drain blood

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Step 2: drop body into bucket until duck is fully dead (it thrashes about for about a minute)

Step 3: duck is immersed in a waxy-like liquid for a few minutes

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Step 4: remove duck from waxy liquid and allow to cool. Then, pluck the feathers

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Step 5: dunk duck into another vat for a few more minutes. Then remove and dunk into cool water (now red with blood).

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Step 6: once cooled off, proceed to rip off the skin/residual feathers.

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Step 7: rinse duck and proceed to cut it up for consumption.

 

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Anyone writing a travel blog about Guizhou, China cannot escape the mention of dogs as food.   (This is evident in the Financial Times article about the region whereby the daughter of the author begs the writer not to eat the brown dogs as brown dogs are reputably tastier!)  But what is also inescapable is China’s history of famine — and the history is within living memory.  As such, there isn’t much sentimentality about animals as pets. And whilst it may cause discomfort to animal lovers to see animals treated as commodities (as foodstuff as well as for fighting), this is a fact of life in mainland China.

The bizarre aspect is that we saw people selling dogs in markets and yet there are many stray dogs about. (Why pay for dogs when you can snatch a stray easily?)  In addition, we saw dogs that were clearly pets — in Kali, we actually saw a Siberian husky (purebreed) in the park going for an evening walk with the owner and in the villages, we saw dogs will collars (with bells attached).  Moreover, in a restaurant that serves dog meat, we saw that it had a puppy as a pet (not in chains or in a bamboo cage — telltale signs that it is destined for the pot).

We were careful not to eat dog meat whilst there.  But, for the average person in Guizhou, it is the equivalent as us eating chicken!

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Streetfood:

There was a vibrant night food market by the stadium in Kali.  As our visit coincided with the London 2012 Summer Olympics and given the strong local interest in the games, the city officials have installed large TV screens around the stadium.  As such, we were able to watch the games whilst drinking and snacking al fresco.

The tastiest dish (and the most surprising) was the grilled river crabs.  These were beautifully spiced and grilled.  They are eaten with shells on.  As the shells were soften by the grill, they were just the right level of crunchy and completely yummy!!!

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A Last Word on Staying Healthy While Eating in China . . .

It is a testimony to our tour leader and the local fixers that no one in our group (total size is 9) fell ill during our 2 weeks excursion around Guizhou.  While there, we ate at local restaurants (often little ‘mom and pop’ shops on the street) — there were no McDonald’s or western restaurants.  Even if there were, we tried to avoid them altogether as the goal was to go local.

The list below are steps we’d taken to help give ourselves the best chance to avoid the little nasties that often plague travellers.

  1. Have very good fixers as they would chose the best-available restaurant in the vicinity.
  2. Clean hands with sanitizers before eating.
  3. We had our own chopsticks, spoons and drinking mug.  Before eating, we would clean these with alcohol wipes.
  4. Wipe off any water from bowls before using them.
  5.  If sharing communal food, then have serving utensils.  If not available, then use the other end (i.e. the clean end) of one’s chopsticks when serving from the communal plate.
  6. Avoid uncook food such as salads.  Most food in China is fried in very hot oil so we were reasonally assured that any pathogens are killed. (Our fixers knew not to order uncooked food.)
  7. If eating fruits, then do not eat the skin.
  8. Beer, wine and bottled water only.  No ice.  No fruit juices.
  9. Relax and enjoy the food.  Hangups about food (or obsession with breakfast bars, etc.) will lead to anxieties and possibly constipation (if eating only cereal bars — too much fiber!).

Enjoy!

 

 

Travel Blog – Sri Lanka

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The seeds for the short weekend break to Sri Lanka were actually first sown in Uzbekistan during our 21-days travel along the Silk Road in 2010.  Central Asia proved to be exhilarating but exhausting and during this trip, both Bruce and I decided that our next trip would be … more luxurious.

The criterion for the trip were:  (1) it had to be close to Hong Kong because this was planned as a long weekend break during Easter and we didn’t want to waste time with long travels; (2) it had to be a place that was culturally interesting; (3) and it had to be somewhere we’ve never been to before.  After many hours of internet research, I’d narrowed the options to either Sri Lanka or Bali, Indonesia.  In truth, we almost decided on Bali because logistically it was easier (lots of direct flights) whereas with Sri Lanka, we had to transfer at Singapore.  But the vote swung over to Sri Lanka once I started looking at the country in more depth.  We wanted a luxury holiday as an antidote to the Silk Road trip and luxury was absolutely possible in Sri Lanka — especially in the Hill Country.

We stayed in a converted hotel bungalow with a magnificent view of the surrounding tea plantations and pristine lakes.  Our goals during the 3.5 days stay were quite simple:  to read books, to take short strolls along the tea trails, to eat well, and most importantly, to relax.  Eating well was easily achieved as the hotel had a private chef who catered to all of our wishes (prior to arriving, I’d contacted the hotel to advise them that I would like a chocolate birthday cake to celebrate Bruce’s upcoming special day … and the chef produced the most amazing creation!) and relaxing was unavoidable as we had butler service and the staff looked after us very well.

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And of course, interspersed amongst the eating, relaxing and reading, we took advantage of our location to do short photography walks.  Unfortunately, it rained often when we were there, however and thankfully, the downpour came in short bursts.  More importantly, the rain cooled the afternoon heat and the moisture in the air enhanced the glorious landscape colours.

Sadly, the enjoyable weekend break ended rather quickly but both Bruce and I vowed that we would return again.  Little did we know then that we would return to Sri Lanka just four months later!  We typically don’t like to return to places because we like to find new travel experiences.  That said, our short hop into the Hill Country was merely a quick introduction into one small facet of the country.  As such, we felt no guilt returning again so soon thereafter.

On the advice of a friend who is a professional photographer and world traveler, we returned in August 2011 specifically for the Esala Perahera festival.  Our friend predicted that the very nature of the popular festival would change in response to the surge in tourism following the end of the civil war.  As such, it was her advice that if we wanted to see this festival, the time to do it was NOW before mass tourism spoiled it.

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The night time festival spanned 10 days during which a procession of dancers, elephants, singers, musicians, etc. followed a route around Kandy.  The highlight of the procession was the viewing of one of country’s holiest relics (the Tooth of the Buddha).  The locals crammed along the procession route during the heat of the day to secure their viewing spot.  For us (the tourists), we were there to see the festival; but for the locals, they were there to participate in a religious experience. As such, it was heartbreaking to see the devotees (particularly, the elderly) faint during the intense heat and be rushed away by the medical teams because it meant that they had lost their viewing position.

We timed our visit so that we would see the final three days.  For the first two nights, we used the hotel seats because our hotel had the best viewing platform.  On the third night, however, we decided to strike out on our own.  It was a risk because we were not guaranteed a better location to photograph.  But, we felt that we’ve exhausted the perspectives from the hotel seats and we wanted to capture the festival from a different angle. Unfortunately, all the seats along the festival processions were sold out and at one point we looked into purchasing a spot on someone’s balcony.  Somehow, fortune bestowed a smile and we found a shopkeeper who had 2 seats directly on the street to sell.  Needless to say it was costly.  But, we managed to secure a great spot.  (Word of caution: when we returned later that day to take our seats, the shopkeeper showed us seats six rows back from the street level; as a result, we protested and demanded a full refund.  Given that we paid X times over the ‘official’ price, the shopkeeper relented and gave us the seats that he’d earlier promised.)

In short, the Esala Perahera was simply magical and I’m delighted that we followed our friend’s advice to go see it.  Although I would love to go back and see the festival again, there is a part of me that is afraid to do a repeat.  I fear that somehow a repeat won’t meet expectations — i.e. it would be hard to recreate that powerful magical first impression.  That said, there is plenty more to Sri Lanka that Bruce and I have yet to visit.  I understand that northern Sri Lanka is very different from southern Sri Lanka; likewise, central Sri Lanka (where we’ve been to) is vastly different from the other regions.  As such, we have plenty of scope to make more (new) first impressions . . . .  Succinctly, we’ll be back!

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Festival Tips:

  • The festival procession last for hours so make sure you have dinner beforehand, and/or bring along snacks and drinks.
  • Hotel rooms during the festival period book up quickly – for the best rooms, you may need to book up to 6-8 months in advance!
  • The hotel with the best view is the Queens Hotel.  Despite this, not all the seats have unobstructed views therefore you’ll want the front row or the seat adjacent to the street.  A request to the front desk/concierge is not sufficient.  If you want the best seats, you’ll need to tip the staff to guarantee the best seat.
  • Seats alongs the procession route can be purchased privately; you’ll need to negotiate terms with the shop owners.  It is advisable that you book seats as far in advance as possible as these are in high demands.
  • The festival route is long and the procession moves slowly.  As such, the festival continues well into the wee hours (especially the last night).  Thus, for anyone who is a light sleeper, be sure to ask for a room away from the main street to avoid the street noise.
  • Before the start of the festival, the mahouts scrub and wash their elephants near the temple grounds.  Thus, this is an excellent opportunity to get close to (and photograph) the elephants at play.

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Photography Tips:

This festival was extraordinarily difficult to photograph.  The first challenge is to find the optimal location with a good viewpoint.  The second challenge is to suppress the gut inclination to use flash.  Flash is often over-used and often used incorrectly.  Photography with flash at this festival would be inappropriate as the harsh light destroys any sense of atmosphere and mystery.  Instead, increase the ISO sensitivity, open the aperture, and/or decrease the shutter speed.  Best to take sample shots of the crowd before the festival starts to get the right combination of ISO/aperture/shutter speed.  In fact, some of my most interesting shots during the festival were taken during this experimentation phase.

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Appendix:  Please note that all of our travels are fully funded by ourselves.  Without exceptions.  As such, the opinions/ viewpoints/ recommendations/ critiques on this website are wholly our own and are not influenced by commercial interests.

For the Easter Break trip, we stayed at the Summerville bungalow managed by the Tea Trails (www.teatrails.com) and had the lovely Garnet Room garden suite.

For the Esala Perahera festival, we stayed at the Queens Hotel in Kandy.  Unfortunately, we had problems with the reservation (despite multiple email confirmations) and thus it is highly recommended that anyone staying here double/triple check their reservation status.  In addition, I would also advise visitors to plan their fire exit route once you’ve have checked-in as the hotel is vast and the walkways are somewhat confusing.

As we wanted to avoid the hassle of staying in Colombo and wanted to be reasonably close to the airport, we stayed at the wonderful W-esque The Wallawwa hotel (thewallawwa.com).  It was a gem of a surprise — it was close to the airport but without the hullaballo and noise.  The hotel is small enough to provide personalized serivce and large enough to exude a cool, modern and yet colonial charm of a great manor house.  Furthermore, food was amazing and we enjoyed the spa.

For information on entry visa to Sri Lanka, this site may be helpful: http://srilankavisa.org

 

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mini-blog: In pursuit of Rayas . . .

 

Although I appreciate good wine, I’m quite useless at selecting ‘a good bottle’.  As such, when ordering wine at a restaurant, I try to play it safe and select something that I know — i.e.  from a region or from an estate that I’m familiar with.  While this formula is mostly successful, it is not foolproof and as such, I can’t help but be disappointed when wine from ‘a good region’ is lackluster, dull, or just unpleasant.  In particular, Bruce and I have had more bad bottles than good ones from the famed region of Chateauneuf-du-Pape than we care to admit!  So, to remedy this problem, we decided to include visits to a few of the top CN-du-P estates during one driving holiday around France.  The goal was to visit the wineries and do a tasting so that we can separate the good from the bad.

Based on recommendations from a friend, we selected the ‘top 5’ CN-du-P wine estates to try:  Rayas, Beaucastle, Vieux Telegraphe, La Nerthe, and Fortia.  We had no problems visiting the top 4 estates and they all made us feel welcomed.  But the top estate (Rayas) was a bit of a mystery as it was not on any tasting map.  Intrigued, we went to a local wine shop to inquire more information about Rayas.  The owner of  the wine shop gave a friendly chuckle when we stated that we wanted to visit the estate.  ‘Not possible!’ he said as the old man who runs it is largely regarded as ‘slightly mad’.  The owner chuckled again when we asked if we could buy a bottle of Rayas from him.  Apparently, it is far easier to buy a bottle of Rayas in London or in Tokyo than it is to buy it in France as almost all is exported abroad.  We are now really intrigued!

Determined to find the Rayas winery, we asked the locals for directions.  It was clear from the beginning that this would not be easy.  We had to find another wine estate, then turn into a dirt road which then turned into a mud road which then turned into a country track.  We drove and bounced along the back alleys of several estates until we reached the end of the road the locals told us to take.  At first, we thought that we were lost as the only estate that we could see was signposted as Chauteau something-something and there were no signs for Chateau Rayas!  We almost turned our car around and head back to the village when Bruce spotted a _tiny_ sign hidden in the bushes that had an arrow and the wonderful words “Chateau Rayas”.

Buoyed with relief (and joy), we turned into another dirt road and drove.  But, after a few minutes, we became concerned as there were no telltale signs of a chateau tower or manicured garden (like Chateau Beacastle and Chauteau La Nerthe).  All we saw were rows and rows of grape vines in the fields.  Finally, we past an old shabby  building on our left (and I’d remarked to Bruce that we must be close by because this must be where the Rayas migrant field workers lived) and continued to drive on until we came across a chain that ran across the dirt path.  Dead end.  And, no chateau.

As we made such an effort to find this place, we decided to go back to the only building we saw and ask for help/direction.

I would be kind to describe this place as shabby.  It was more akin to a moonshine shack somewhere in the backwaters of the Mississippi.  Needless to say, it looked very unwelcoming.  Bruce wanted to hop back into the car and head back to the village.  But, I’m pig-headed stubborn.  So, when we arrived at the ‘front door’, we noticed that the door bell was pulled out.  Furthermore, the windows were blacken out and plastics bags and rubbish were jammed into every nook along the window for privacy.  Despite the inhospitable look of the place, we knocked on the door.  Silence.  We knocked again.  Silence.  In the end, we got the message and got into the car and drove back to the village.  But, as we pulled out, Bruce noticed shadows moving in the shed adjacent to the house.  There are obviously people about but they just didn’t want to be disturbed.

At the end of our driving holiday in France, I recounted this story to my sister (she is also a foodie).  Intrigued by our story, she did some investigation.  A few days later, she emailed me an article that she found on the internet about Chateau Rayas.  Apparently, the “moonshine shack” where I thought the migrant farm  workers might be living was actually Chateau Rayas ! ! !  OMG! The writer of this article did exactly the same thing we did and had the same issues we had.  Except, on the day the writer knocked on the door, Mr. Rayas Senior was in the mood for visitors and answered the door.

Lucky bugger . . . .

Months later and at Christmas, my sister presented us her surprise gift:  two bottles of Rayas!!!  And, with all honesty here, it was ASTOUNDING!  It was simply the best bottle of red I have ever had.  I could go into the details about the taste and notes, etc. but that would be pretentious.  The simple truth is that a Rayas makes all other red wine taste like water.  It is that good!

Our collection of (empty) Rayas bottles — from years of careful consumption!

FYI:  since our visit, the allegedly  ‘slightly mad’ owner has died and his son has taken over the running of the estate.  The wine we tasted was from a vintage when the elder Mr. Rayas was in charge.

 

Mini-blog: Onsen and Mt. Fuji

 

Over dinner one night, a work colleague from the Tokyo office raved about this little-known (albeit, little known on the Western tourist circuit — but, hugely popular to the locals) onsen-hotel about 1 hour outside the city.   He told us that this hotel was built during the 1980s property boom and as such, no pennies were spared to make this hotel fabulous.  Each guest room faced a lake or water-feature and these were stocked with the largest and most colorful koi fish.  Furthermore, a water channel ran thru the hotel lobby and walkways and these water channels teamed with these prized fish.

Intrigued by his recommendation, we could not resist.  As the reservation staff did not speak English, our friend helped us with the booking.  Once it was all sorted, we hopped onto a train.  (Our friend also gave us a card with the hotel address written in Japanese so that we could give it to the taxi driver at the train station.)  To this day, I still don’t know the name of the hotel or the exact location.  But, I do have a brochure which I’ve scanned below:

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The hotel did not disappoint!  It was concurrently modern yet traditional.  The rooms were luxuriously simple, minimal, and neutral.  We had a little balcony which overlooked a man-made lake with a waterfall feature.  It was joyous to sit in the quiet with nothing but gurgling water sounds humming in the air.  To help us further unwind, we booked an in-room massage.   The masseuses came to our suite and set up (surprisingly comfortable) straw mats on the floor.  Despite the fact that both masseuses were tiny ladies, they had powerful hand and arm strength and thus did a commendable job!  (I still recall with a smile on my face about the time one of the masseuse started to giggle — it turned out that she was amused with the hair on Bruce’s arms.  They were sooooo blonde and the masseuse was not accustomed to seeing such blonde hair!)

Another great way to unwind was to visit the onsens (hot natural spring baths).  The normal practice to bathing in an onsen is to bathe in the nude.  Each onsen had a shower facility next to it and it was mandatory that you shower first before getting into the pool.  There were multiple hot thermal pools — some were hotter than others so it was not unusal to see people hop from one pool into the next and then alternate.  Also, the onsens were segragated by sex so one could bathe in relative peace.  The outdoor onsens had bamboo screens to separate the sexes as well as to provide privacy.  But, despite the bamboo screens, I saw pervy old men trying to sneak a peak into the ladies pools!  (For complete privacy from the opposite sex, there were indoor onsens.)

That evening, we had a traditional meal which was served in our room.  The staff came in and set up a small table for us.  The convention was to eat kneeling or sitting on our backside on cushions on the floor.  We each had a large tray of food comprising of approximately 15 little dishes.  We had: miso soup, pickled vegetables, sashimi, rice, cooked fish, a rich and well stewed piece of meat, and many others that I cannot remember.  Succinctly, it was exceptional!

Breakfast was served in the main eating hall.  Despite the fact that I ate everything on my tray the night before (and was very full), I was quite hungry the next morning.  So, I was thrilled when my breakfast was served — sashimi, rice, soup, and pickled vegetables.  But poor Bruce — he is at his most conservative when he is at breakfast — and his face fell when more raw fish was presented to him.  He was clearly craving eggs, bacon and sausages!  Despite the fact that we were the only Westerners at this hotel-onsen, we spotted what we thought was a “Westerner’s table” as it had yougurt and a basket of eggs.  Bruce picked up a pot of yougurt and a few eggs.  And, as he was cracking the egg shell, he mused that it would be really funny if these eggs were raw.   THEY WERE!  It turned out that the eggs were for the hot soup — it was customary to pour the contents from the egg into the soup and the residual heat in the soup would cook the egg.  There were no Westerner’s breakkie for Bruce ….

Despite the rough start of the day (for Bruce), we had a cracking great day!  It turned out that the hotel was near Mt. Fuji.  (We found this out during check-out when we noticed adverts for Mt. Fuji tours at the reception table.)   Despite the fact that neither of us could speak Japanese and none of the staff could speak English, we somehow managed to communicate to the hotel staff that we wanted to visit Mt. Fuji (but not with a tour group).  What the hotel staff did next was truly remarkable.  They had a long chat with the taxi driver who took us to the train station.  Once there, the taxi driver got out and found the station manager.   He passed on the instructions to the station manager who then collected us and told us where to wait.  When the right train arrived, the station manager made sure we got on.  He then spoke to the train ticket collector and train supervisor.  The ticket collector then kept an eye on us and made sure that we got off at the right spot.  When we got off, the ticket collector signalled to someone on the platform to escort us to the Mt. Fuji train.  And, from there, we had to connect with a bus to get to Mt. Fuji.  The kindness and care of the ordinary Japanese bestowed was wonderful — we would have an ‘interesting’ time had we tried to do this ourselves!

The funny thing about Mt. Fuji is that we all know that it is large, but, we really didn’t know how large it really is.  When we were on the train, we kept seeing magnificently large peaks and we would proclaim that it was Mt. Fuji.  Until that is, we saw something larger.  Then we would proclaim that ‘that one’ must be Mt. Fuji.  Until we saw something larger.  And, larger.  And larger.    The truth is, Mt. Fuji is visible from a plane.  So, none of the ‘large’ mountains could compare to Mt. Fuji.    In a nutshell, Mt. Fuji is monsterously large.  And well worth the visit — even if for a short trip such as ours.

 

Travel Blog – Burma

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A travel blog (with video) about our trip to Burma in January 2011.

Travel Blog – Bhutan

Paro Airport in the distance. Only one runway needed as there is usually a max of two flights per day!

 

The screaming headline aside, travel to Bhutan is very safe and is fairly straight forward provided that you are organized.  But as this blog is based on our travels in 2008, please check with the Bhutan Tourism Board for the latest guidelines as these might have changed.

At the time, we (i.e. all foreign travellers) were required to use a Bhutanese tour company to organize the itinerary and to spend a minimum of US$200 per person per day.  To ensure that foreign travellers comply with these rules, the Royal Bhutanese government devised a prepay system.  The net effect is that the tourism dollar stay inside the country and help drive the local economy.

The mechanism is simple: find a local travel company; agree on an itinerary with the travel company; get an invoice for the trip based on the agreed plans; wire money to the Royal Bhutanese National Bank in New York; upon receipt of the money, the Bhutan government issues a ‘visa clearance’ confirmation; tour company contacts Druk Airline (the sole airline with flying rights into Bhutan) with the visa clearance confirmation details; Druk Airline issues tickets; traveller gets an eticket and fly into the country; and finally, at the immigration counter, immigration team cross-checks the traveller’s details against a list of approved (read: prepaid) travellers.  Enter and enjoy!

Although connecting the dots before the start of the trip was cumbersome, once we entered Bhutan, the overall experience was carefree.  All of our costs were covered by the minimum spend of US$200 per person per day.  As such, our lodging, food, driver, 4×4 with fuel, and tour guide costs were already covered.  Furthermore, as we not were travelling with a group, we had the freedom to stop and go as we pleased. We were masters of our own schedule!

But the freedom of a private tour was a double-edged sword for us as we made a BIG MISTAKE with the inital itinerary.  As we had total freedom to devise the itinerary, we were originally overly ambitious.   Using the Lonely Planet book as our guide, we started planning one year in advance. Our imagination resulted in us going deep into Bhutan.  On paper, it looked do-able.  But, in reality, it wasn’t.  Whilst Bhutan is a small country, the mountain roads were somewhat patchy and do not always follow the shortest route.  Fortunately, a friend who visited Bhutan previously saw our itinerary and recommended that we scale it down, otherwise, we spend too much time inside a car.  Fortunately, we had enough time to work with the travel company to rearrange the itinerary.  But, the last minute change (i.e. 3 months before the trip) meant that all the good hotels were fully booked.  As such, we ended up with places that were definitely questionable (see appendix for details).  One place had a live electrical wire near the shower, and in another place, we had just a trickle of cold water for the shower.  Unfortunately, as we were subjected to a daily minimum spend, we didn’t “save” any money by staying in a lower quality hotel.  Any excess is kept by the government to reinvest in local tourism schemes.

Sufficiently scaled back, our new itinerary would take us only as far as Bumthang.  Over 14 days, we would hit the festivals along the Paro-Bumthang route. The updated route was: Paro to Haa Valley to Thimphu (the capital city) to Punakha to Wangdue to Bumthang.  From there, turn back to Punakha and then to Paro before flying to Bangkok for our connecting flight home.

But, before hitting the festival trails, we had to visit the famed Tiger’s Nest Monastary in Paro.  To not see it would have been deeply criminal.

The hike to Tiger’s Nest was not a difficult hike — but, it was a long hike up.  There was only 1 way up (hike) and 2 ways down (hike or mule).  The mules bring up supplies and they are only used to bring down injured tourists.  Our local guide mentioned that one hardcore endurance hiker once managed to do the hike up in 45 minutes.  But, for most people, 2-3 hours is the norm.  On the day we went up the path, it was muddy by the morning rain and as the mules shared the same path as us, the trail was ripped up by the hooves. Fortunately, we were prepared and had walking sticks with us.  These were useful to go up, but moreso for heading down as the path was steep and slippery from the mud (and mule dung)!

( CAVEAT to animal lovers:  mules are work animals in Bhutan.  They are not accustomed to being touched/petted.  As such, they will kick. )

Bhutan is such an incredible country that I think pictures will do this country far better justice than my words.  As such, I encourage you to view the picture diary which is available using the image link below.  For the remainder of this blog, I will instead concentrate on lasting memories of the country and on sharing some tips to anyone planning a trip to Bhutan.

Photo Diary of Bhutan

Fire Festival video– it is said that running underneath the burning arches will erase one’s sin (from the previous year). Nonetheless, some of these boys felt compelled to run under the arches multiple times!  (Note:  external link to Facebook)

 

MEMORIES of BHUTAN:

  • AMAZING festivals.  And what makes these festivals even more special is that these festivals are for the locals and not for the tourists.  We were there to witness the Bhutanese celebrate and enjoy THEIR festivals.  There were no “Disney” moments.
  • Rowdy and boisterous boys at the fire festival.
  • Big surprise of the trip:  India has a big military presence in Bhutan.  Presumably, this is to insure that Bhutan doesn’t get annexed by China (like Tibet).
  • Mushroom soup, mushroom soup, mushroom soup, mushroon soup!  Whilst perfectly edible and at first quite delicious, we had mushroom soup as a starter almost every night for 14 days.  It looked like the hotels and tourist restaurants follow the government’s advice on how to feed the Westerners to the letter!
  • “We have no more chicken” – waiter at a top restaurant in the capital city of Bhutan. But, chicken was featured in 2/3 of the menu!
  •  Bryan Adam’s “Summer of ’69” — song was very popular in 2008!
  • Animals everywhere — cows, yaks, dogs, monkeys, etc. on the streets and even the highways. Dogs sleeping in the middle of a busy road.  Bhutanese are Buddhists and therefore will avoid harming animals if possible.  As such, dogs have no fear of cars.
  • Non-stop canine opera nightly and constantly!  (I love, love, love dogs …. but, not on this trip!)

Punaka Dzong

 

TIPS:

  • start planning the itinerary early as the better hotels are quickly booked;
  • make your appointed travel company ‘work for you’ and get their feedback about timing, duration, distance, etc.;
  • flights to/from Bhutan are severely limited so in order to get the travel dates you want, pay for this trip as soon as you can to guarantee your seat (!);
  • have robust travel insurance as flights are often cancelled/delayed if there is fog or poor weather (Paro Airport is a ‘sights only’ airport — in other words, pilots can only land the planes if there is good visibility) and and give yourself enough time to make your connecting flight;
  • bring walking sticks (or 2) if you are visiting Tiger’s Nest;
  • bring ear plugs, otherwise, you will suffer from non-stop canine opera at night;
  • bring flashlights to see the ubiquitous drainage holes and broken cobblestones;
  • avoid food that have been sitting around too long — I foolishly ate some buffet food that didn’t look too good (should have trusted my instincts and overruled my stomach) and regretted this decision for several days thereafter!
  • If you like spicy food or want to try authentic Bhutanese food (i.e. not cooked to please the Western palate), then ask if it is possible to have the ‘driver’s food’.  This is typically more varied and delicious.
  • Sadly, the Wangdue Phodrang Dzong was completely destroyed by a fire in June 2012.  It was a major historic and religious site.  And, it was the place where we saw the Black Hat Monks dance (seeing it wipes away all sins!) as well as the colorful masked dancers.  As such, please consult with your tour operator if you are heading to Bhutan solely for the festivals.
  • have a flexible attitude — anything from landslides to ‘yak block’ can cause delays.

“Yak Block” … yaks stopping traffic!

Prayer flags in fog

  • Our tour company was Yu-Druk Tours based in Thimphu.  We selected this company based on the Lonely Planet’s recommendation — it is reputed to be large enough to handle overseas queries but is small enough that the owners pay personal attention to the itinerary.  Although we really liked our tour guide (Tshering) and driver (Pimba) and would recommend them unreservedly, we would not recommend Yu-Druk.  While there are no red-flags with them, we cannot help but be disappointed that they didn’t advise us at the outset that our original itinerary was overly ambitious. Furthermore, the goal of this trip was to see the local festivals, but, Yu-Druk head office got some of the festival dates wrong!  Fortunately, as we had our own car, driver and guide, we were able to make changes to our schedule and thus were able to shift the logistics around by ourselves.
  • If you can, try to get recommendations or client testimonials before selecting your tour operator.  However, if you can’t then don’t be alarmed —  according to The Lonely Planet:  “all operators in Bhutan are subject to government regulations that specify services, standards and rates.  You are quite safe no matter which company you choose, though the large companies do have more clout to obtain reservations in hotels and on Druk Air.”

 

Appendix:

Timeline and details of places travelled (thus far) . . .

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2015:

  • Jan/Feb: USA – Boston and Maine
  • March: Spain – Barcelona, Sevilla, Granada and Cordoba

2014:  

  • Feb: London
  • June/July: London, Yorkshire and Scotland

2013:

  • April: Tokyo and Kyoto
  • June: Indonesia
  • October: Mongolia
  • December: London, Yorkshire and Scotland

2012:

  • April:  Istanbul
  • August: Guizhou Province, China
  • Dec: New York City and Washington, DC

2011:

  • January: Burma
  • April: Sri Lanka
  • August: Sri Lanka

2010:

  • August: Kashgar, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan and Kyrgyzstan
  • December:  Australia

2009:

  • March: Beijing, China
  • May: South Vietnam
  • November:  Northern India

2008:

  • April: Thailand
  • October: Bhutan

2007:

  • November: Cambodia

 

Prior travels include:  Europe and North America.  Bruce has been to Africa, but sadly not Tram.   Neither has not been to South America (yet!).

Bucket List includes: Skeleton Coast, Namibia; Patagonia; horse riding thru the Andes and Tajikistan; the ice hotel to see the Northern Lights; New Orleans for Mardi Gras; and Kashmir.

Equipment Details

Bruce photographs with a Nikon D700.

Tram photographs with:

  • Primary: Nikon D700 (converted as an infra-red camera) & a most beloved iPhone (especially with Hipstamatic)!
  • Secondary:  Nikon D300s
  • Tertiary: Nikon D70s (converted as an infra-red camera)

To be completely truthful, we are agnostic about cameras.  The reason why we use Nikon is because my uncle also uses Nikon.  I highly respect him — so, if it is good enough for him, then it is good enough for us!  Hence, we bought the D70s and it’s been Nikon ever since . . .  .  (Tram)