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Bokor Hill Station

Thursday, May 3rd, 2007

Today we visited the Bokor Hill Station – an elegant retreat built by the French in the 1920s to enjoy the cooler climate and beautiful views at 1000 meters above sea level. It was inaccessible to the public until 1998 when the area was finally secured against bandits!

For $10 each we got a full day tour which started out with a ride in the back of a pickup truck to the hill station. It was a 30km ride to the top on a road that you can just barely call a road. The Khmer Rouge deliberately destroyed the road in the 70s and they did a superb job of it. Eight of us were packed into the back of the pickup truck. There were two benches running along each side, four to a bench, and we all clung for dear life to a metal bar running down the center of the pickup bed. The road was so incredibly bumpy and bad that it felt almost like an amusement park ride, or one of those ‘virtual reality’ tours at Universal Studios where you sit in a fake car, watch a big movie screen, and get jerked all over the place in your seat. We’d regularly go over such huge bumps that the pickup truck felt like it was about to flip over sideways, and all the people on the low side involuntarily screamed and then looked at each other fearfully. We also got whipped in the face by vines and branches a few times. At one point we came to a downed tree blocking the narrow path. We crept along past the tree, looked down, and realized we were inches from a sheer drop to the bottom of the cliff. Later our tour guide told us that people regularly came to this hill in order to jump off and commit suicide – especially during the Khmer Rouge period! Just two years ago a man drove his moped off the side of the cliff because ‘he had a broken heart’.

At the top we saw the King’s former vacation residence, his concubines’ house, a Catholic church, and the French retreat. The buildings were old and crumbly but still beautiful. It seemed wrong to be allowed to traipse around anywhere we wanted in these beautiful old buildings. In the US this place would be completely locked down due to potential lawsuits from someone slipping and falling into the antique pit toilet. There was graffiti all over the walls, stupid things like “Harold and Tom from Yorkshire, 2006”. The views were spectacular!

Front of the main building:

View from the top:

Standing on the rooftop deck enjoying the cool breeze:

Maybe this was an open air restaurant:

Walking through the deserted halls:

Next we did a short trek through the jungle, during which our guide sang a few Backstreet Boys songs and talked non-stop about all the leeches that might be out and about waiting to crawl into our nooks and crannies. I spent the whole time trying to minimize wet leaves from brushing me, and made it out with no leeches.

After all this we had to ride 1.5 hours back down the hill, which wasn’t nearly as fun the 2nd time around. To wrap up the day we got a short tour in a longtail boat down the river, ending up back in Kampot.

Water taxi on the river. All the schoolkids loaded their bikes on for the trip home:

Fisherman on the river:

Close to sunset on the river:

Come Heat or High Wind

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

Today was probably our most difficult ride to date: 104 kilometers from Sihanoukville to Kampot. 104 kilometers doesn’t sound that bad, but our pedaling time was 7 hours, 10 minutes, and 55 seconds due to some intense heat coupled with a ferocious headwind that never let up for the entire ride. We were on the road for 10 hours and had to apply sunscreen every hour because of the blistering sun. The wind was so strong, we struggled to hit 12 km / hour for most of the ride even though it was pancake-flat and Sarah was feeling dizzy from the heat and exertion. To make matters worse, the Asian sunscreen we bought in Bangkok absolutely sucks. For some reason, it makes you sweat more than normal and the sweat doesn’t evaporate. You are just covered with a slimy layer that feels disgusting. Luckily, we bought two other bottles of a European brand that we will switch to once we use up this disgusting stuff.

We also got our first real taste of Cambodian drivers and roads today. At first we started out on National Highway 4, which was a nice and smooth asphalt surface with lane markers and a hard-packed dirt shoulder.

After about 50 kilometers, we switched to National Highway 3 which was a little worse. The road is extremely wide with no lane markings. The surface is chip-seal with a layer of loose gravel over the top. Most of the gravel had collected on the edges of the road so we road towards the center.

Cambodian drivers are very different from Thais. In Cambodia, drivers use their horns all the time. Some drivers honk once or twice as they approach to pass you. We can appreciate this. Others honk five to eight times as they approach. This is ridiculous and annoying. Still others simply lay on their horn as they drive down the road, letting up to give their hand a rest every once in awhile. This is the worst of all. There is absolutely constant honking on the roads, with no logic that we can discern. So much so that honking has has lost its meaning and people just pretty much ignore what’s going on behind their vehicle. We were a little nervous when we first experienced this, wondering if we were about to get run over, but then we realized that everybody just loves to honk. In Asia, right-of-way is based on vehicle size, so on bicycles we are only above pedestrians on the food chain. If traffic was coming from both directions, we would have to pull off the road onto the shoulder to let everyone pass. Traffic was light on both of these roads though, so we didn’t have to pull off very often.

From the very start of this ride, we were struck by how much more green and open it is here compared to Thailand. We actually felt like we were in the countryside again. We passed some beautiful rice paddies with farmers working the fields with water buffalos and hand plows.

This woman was kicking muddy water onto her yoked buffalo to cool them off. They seemed to enjoy it.

It seems like everywhere you look here, there is a sign for the ruling party, the Cambodian People’s Party. Here is one particularly large one in the middle of some rice paddies.

After about two hours of riding, we had only covered 30 kilometers and realized this was going to be a very long day. We decided to find some food, so we pulled off the main road onto a small dirt road leading to a tiny village. We found a woman selling some sticky-rice wrapped in banana leaves from the back of her bicycle, and we bought a couple of different kinds. Sarah got one large one filled with some kind of fruit which we have never tasted before. I got another large one filled with either bean-paste or egg; we couldn’t decide which it was. We also got a bunch of small ones filled with toasted coconut. These are by far our favorite. The total for everything was only 1000 Riel (US$0.25)!

Eating in general has been very difficult for us here in Cambodia. In a lot of these small villages, we attempt to speak Khmer but the Cambodians assume we are speaking English and can’t figure out what we are saying. When we say things like “fried noodles” or “prepared food” in Khmer, they just shake their heads and try to find someone who speaks English. We have even gone up to a lot of restaurants and said “Coca-Cola” and they look at us bewildered. Then an English-speaking Cambodia comes over and says the exact same thing and two cokes are produced. The other problem is cleanliness. In one village, we looked around for a restaurant and chose the place that seemed like it would be the best. It was large, looked clean, and was actually inside a building instead of a tent. However, our cokes were served with glasses covered in some sort of unidentifiable white slime and the bowl that the fried dough was served in was covered in a greasy later of grime. Check this out.

So we have pretty much given up on eating at village restaurants here. We usually just go to the markets where we can get fruit and point at the ready-made items like fried bananas and sticky rice that we want. We also stop at convenience stores often to rest in the shade and cool down with a cold drink. I usually go for coke and Sarah always drinks soy milk which seems to be a very popular drink here. Here is Sarah resting at one of these stores.

All these stores also sell gasoline. Here is a typical Cambodian gas station.

It doesn’t seem like these villages see many tourists because everyone seems so surprised to see us. Some people just stare and laugh, but most people yell “Hello” at us as we ride past. When you say “Hello” back, they say it back again and this continues until you can’t hear them anymore. Sometimes the kids are saying it so fast and so often they seem like they are hysterical. The other phrase people know is “What is your name?”, but when you answer them and ask theirs they just start laughing. When we were sitting at one convenience store, a child walking down the road stopped dead in his tracks when he saw us. He stared at us for a few seconds like he was frozen, and then when we smiled he took off running back in the direction he came from. He returned a few minutes later with his friends and they hid behind a wooden stand staring at us and laughing. They took turns pushing each other towards us, but no one got up the nerve to say anything.

We finally arrived, completely exhausted in Kampot around 4pm. We are going to rest here for a day and tour Bokor National Park before continuing on towards Pnomh Penh.

Culture Shock: Cambodia

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

Sarah and I arrived in Sihanoukville yesterday and realized we had taken zero pictures in Cambodia. We had been trying to get used to this new country and hadn’t been able to relax enough to break out the camera. We thought we would be ready for Cambodia after Thailand but it feels quite different here. The first difference we noticed after we crossed the border is that there is red dirt everywhere. Even on the paved roads, it is blown onto the shoulder and gets whipped around by cars and trucks. Our clothes and bicycles quickly became covered with red grit.

We have also seen many more beggars here in Cambodia. It is mostly children and the old or sick who come up to you and ask for money or just moan. There are signs all over the place asking you not to give them food or money because it makes it impossible for the Cambodian social workers to help them. We heard the Cambodians are very relaxed and honest, but so far we have felt like the people want to rip us off more here. On the boat from Koh Kong to Sihanoukville, one of the workers loaded our bicycles onto the boat and then demanded a tip from us afterwards. When we arrived at Sihanoukville, another dock worker unloaded our bikes and we gave him 100 baht (~US$3), which was the same that we paid in Koh Kong, but he said it wasn’t enough and demanded 150 baht. Today, we went to the beach and it was crawling with hawkers selling fruit, seafood, and jewelry.

This woman was selling grilled squid which looked good, so I said I wanted some. She cooked up some squid and when we attempted to pay, she held up six fingers which we assumed meant 6000 Riel (US$1.50). We gave her that, but she just stared at us and said something else in Khmer. We gave her some more Riel and again she just stared at us and chuckled. We ended up giving her 20,000 Riel (US$5.00) before she was satisfied which is a very large amount when you consider a meal in a restaurant costs between US$2 – US$3 here. Afterwards, we were annoyed but told ourselves it wasn’t that much money and we will have to get better at determining prices beforehand to avoid getting ripped off. After that incident, we decided not to buy anything else and just watched all the hawkers going by.

This afternoon we went to the town market to have a look around. Wow. Outside the market, the motorbikes were swarming like bees and it sounded like every single driver was using his horn at once.

Inside it was just as frantic. People were pushing, vendors were yelling at each other, and we were quite overwhelmed as we tried to make our way on the slippery, uneven floor. There was an open ditch full of sludge running down the middle of each aisle. Every kind of food was being sold inside. Live fish, chicken, frogs, and crabs and entire dead pigs were on display for purchase. We saw women skinning live frogs and cleaning out chicken intestines in buckets. We were cautious though and just bought some bananas, mangos, and longans.

It appears anything goes on the roads here. People drive and ride motorbikes in every lane, even the ones going in the opposite direction. No one yields when turning or doing anything else, everyone just honks and keeps going, hoping the other guy will stop. We have had a couple close calls but luckily no accidents yet. There are also cows on the roads here. Yesterday we saw one lying down for a nap in the middle of a lane while everyone swerved to avoid it. The one we saw today was better behaved. At least he is traveling near the shoulder on the correct side of the road!

We have already had a couple of warnings about thieves in Cambodia. One restaurant owner told us to sleep on top of anything valuable and that thieves had crawled through a tiny air-vent in the wall of his restaurant to rob him. After we checked into our guesthouse, one of the workers was watching me lube our chains outside and so we didn’t pay any attention when he was still outside when we left to walk around the city. When we returned two hours later he was still standing outside in the hot sun near our bikes and we couldn’t figure out what he was doing until we realized he was personally guarding our bikes! At night, our guesthouse has a guard outside so we think our bikes will be safe.

The final thing we have noticed is people seem a little more reserved here. In Thailand if you smiled and nodded at someone, you got the same back. Here we have been getting a lot of blank stares in return, especially from men. Maybe that is just Cambodia or perhaps its just part of touristy Sihanoukville.

Tomorrow we are on the road again, heading for Pnomh Penh. We should arrive there in about two days.

Entering the Third World

Sunday, April 29th, 2007

It was quite a shock to go back to waking up at 5:30am, which is what we had to do to catch our bus to the town of Trat. We rode 12 harrowing kilometers through the morning traffic and smog of Bangkok, found the Eastern Bus Terminal, and then spent a bit of time trying to buy tickets on an airconditioned bus. Here I am waiting for the bus:

The bus ride to Trat was uneventful. The only notable thing was the amazing hugeness of the Bangkok suburbs. The city sprawled and spread out for hours and hours, and it was not a beautiful thing. We were very glad to be on the bus, it looked like a hideous ride. In Trat we found a delightfully clean bungalow (what a shock after the wretched Vimol guesthouse) and ate our very last Thai dinner. It was delicious!

Another shocking alarm buzzer at 5:30am came the next morning. We packed up and headed out for our first day of cycling in three weeks. Our goal was 101km, across the Thai border, and into the first Cambodian town. The day was overcast and cool and the scenery quite rural which made for very nice cycling. We stopped for breakfast at only 20km and then felt very tired as soon as we got back on the bikes. That is, I felt very tired and my butt was hurting already. It is amazing how quickly you loose the built up tolerance for a bicycle seat! Jamie on the other hand was feeling queasy and sick. He doesn’t complain much so he just cycled along in silence while I talked about how tired I was.

The hills got steeper as we neared the Cambodian border. After awhile Jamie said I had officially reached a pace on my bicycle which he deemed “trudging”. Here I am in the middle of my trudging phase. The road looks very flat, but trust me, it wasn’t always like that!

We crossed the Thai exit point and Cambodian entry point with no trouble at all. We were glad we already had our visas – all the people buying visas at the border were griping about how they’d been ripped off. There were lots of Cambodian guys hanging around the entry station trying to figure out a way to help people and then demand a tip. We didn’t want them messing with our bikes so we handled all our gear ourselves. Then they tried to grab our customs forms, and offered to fill them out for us. We told them we were OK writing for ourselves. Then they hovered around and watched us fill out the forms while saying things like “passport number there!” pointing to the space clearly marked Passport Number. As we were leaving they asked for a tip, but we said no. They didn’t put up much of a fuss.

Now that we were officially in Cambodia we had to ride 10km more to reach our goal city – Koh Kong. We got to switch back to the right side of the road which felt very weird, even though that’s what we’ve been used to our whole lives. It strange to realize that 99% of my bicycling experience has been on the left side of the road! The road itself was in decent condition, but it suddenly felt totally different from Thailand. There were hardly any cars on the road at all, only a few mopeds. The ground was covered in bright red dirt and mud, and the houses and people looked much more poor.

We reached Koh Kong and followed some guy on a moped to his guesthouse. It was very nice with a good price, so we stayed there. The owner spoke English and spent all his spare time chatting with us and trying to convince us let him take us to change money. He tried and tried to convince us this was the best possible thing to do, but the fact that he was so incredibly overeager really put us off. He even knocked on our door at night with a can of insecticide to kill mosquitos, but then found a chance to bring up money changing again! He also wanted to sell us a boat ticket to Sihanoukville, which we ended up buying from him because he told us the road we’d wanted to take through the mountains was torn up with only 20% of construction completed. We later met two cyclists who were going to take the road, so we are pretty sure our little guesthouse owner lied to us in order to sell the boat ticket. It really feels like we’re going to have to be on guard here against getting ripped off. We’ve already heard stories about American guys hiring prostitutes but then being thrown into jail until they paid $500 bail to get out. So, looks like we won’t be hiring any prostitutes here in Cambodia – shoot!

For dinner we wandered around the muddy streets of Koh Kong looking for something tasty and Cambodian. We ended up settling on noodle soup at a street vendor. We just said we wanted soup and then sat down to see what we’d get. We watched with horror as the cook took actual chunks of a pig (skin, bristles, foot, etc – all still intact and in perfect form!) from a non-refrigerated case, chopped it into pieces, and plopped them on top of the noodle soup. A few little tubes of pig intestine were also added for an extra treat. Jamie really wanted to try some of the meat but we’ve both heard horrible stories about people getting sick from Cambodian meat so we didn’t touch it.

Tomorrow we ride the boat to Cambodia’s one resort town – Sihanoukville.

Bangkok’s Last Day of Sightseeing

Saturday, April 28th, 2007

We did manage to squeeze in one last day of sightseeing in Bangkok. We visited Wat Pho, which is famous for its Reclining Buddha. We walked to the temple during a surprisingly cool and pleasant afternoon. Actually, we did still get to do the thing where we say to each other “Are you hot?” and then laugh at the beads of sweat completely covering our faces. But the temperature was low enough to allow the feeling of normal breathing without dizziness.

Once we arrived at the temple I was required to don a long sleeved shirt. I’d brought my trusty (and very warm!) Wool 4 shirt from Patagonia. It was hilarious to wear it on such a hot day.

Here I am in my wool shirt in front of the giants that guard the area. They are wearing top hats which seems very un-Thai:

The Reclining Buddha was enormous! I hadn’t been expecting that at all. It is over 150 ft long and 50 ft high. Very impressive.

Gigantor head:

Some very large toes to our right:

Outside the temple were lots of these weird creatures that I think are so cute. They remind me a little bit of Barbie (my cat), so I posed with one in her honor:

To wrap up our very long visit to Bangkok we drank one last fruit shake at our favorite stand. We got at least one fruit shake a day and the owners started laughing every time they saw us – they must have thought we had an unnatural love for their fruit shakes:

And finally, in the spirit of a post about gigantic things…check out how Jamie towers over this little fruit vendor lady!

Bangkok Wrapup

Friday, April 27th, 2007

We just spent an astonishing 21 days in Bangkok. This is the first time that our complete lack of planning really bit us in the ass – we didn’t plan to stay here this long, but we arrived just as Songkran was about to start which shut the city down for six days. We didn’t rush to apply for all the visas we needed in the three day window before the holiday, so we had to wait it out in our worm infested guesthouse. Luckily we got everything taken care of this week and are leaving the city before the next week-long holiday, International Labor Day, which begins on May 1st!

First we needed visas for Laos, Vietnam, and China. The Laos visas took two days and cost US$53 each for thirty days. We used a travel service for the visa so the cost was higher than going directly to the embassy. After we finally decided to go to China we applied for the visas directly at the embassy. They were ready in one day and cost US$86 each for ninety days. We attempted to get the Vietnam visas at the same travel service we used for Laos, but because the visas are only good for 30 days after they’re issued & the guy didn’t know when we planned to enter the country, he didn’t get them for us. Another two days wasted on that, but at least we can get those visas at the border. The one visa we didn’t have to worry about was Cambodia, which we got online a few months ago for only $US10 each for thirty days.

Next we needed guidebooks and maps for the rest of Southeast Asia and China. We made many trips to the various shopping malls and English language bookstores in search of the most up to date guidebooks, phrasebooks, and maps. We ended up with Rough Guide guidebooks for Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, and China. We also got a Rough Guide roadmap for Southeast Asia, two regional Nelles maps for Southern and Central China, ordered four Chinese language provincial maps from BikeChina.com for the provinces we’ll ride through, one Chinese/English ‘translation’ map for all of China, a Mandarin language tutorial CD, and a Mandarin phrasebook. Whew!! After all that we really feel like we’re bleeding (actually, hemorrhaging) money. It is disgusting how much money you can spend on prepping for the next countries, but as we are two people who love to plan we can’t convince ourselves to go without any of it. I’ve read of people doing trips just like ours without maps or guidebooks – one guy simply took a digital picture of a country map from the wall of a restaurant and used that for his entire trip. We are not nearly that daring, so we just spend tons of money and then spend hours sitting around talking about how wussy we are.

We visited a Bangkok clinic to get our third and final shot for Hepatitis A & B. Of course the one shot we needed was by far the most expensive shot at the entire clinic at US$71 each. When it was Jamie’s turn for a shot the nurse was very busy chatting with a friend on her cell phone. She didn’t say a single word to Jamie – just wedged her phone between her ear & shoulder and chatted happily away as she gave Jamie his shot. He didn’t even get a bandaid like I did. We hope she gave him the right shot!

I also got to experience the fun of visiting a Bangkok clinic for my neverending fun with diarrhea! I got sick after the lukewarm curry mentioned a few posts ago. I waited it out for six days as everything we read said most food poisoning cases clear up on their own within a few days. Waiting for diarrhea to clear up is not nearly as benign as it sounds, especially when you are staying in a worm & bug infested guesthouse like ours. I spent my days sweating in the tiny bedroom and running to the absolutely disgusting bathroom 8-10 times per day. We didn’t do any sightseeing or anything entertaining like that because I couldn’t be away from a toilet. After two days we came up with a much better plan – hang out for hours at a time in a nice airconditioned coffee shop, like Starbucks, where I could dash off to their lovely clean western style bathroom 8-10 times a day. You know you’ve reached a new low when you’d rather have serious diarrhea in a public place like Starbucks than in the privacy of your own hotel room.

After six days there was absolutely zero improvement so I took the three day course of antibiotics we’d brought with us for traveler’s diarrhea. The pathetic antibiotics didn’t phase my diarrhea one tiny bit. It kept raging on. On the tenth day I visited the clinic. At this point I was certain I had some sort of disgusting parasite or worm which probably entered my body by slithering through my foot from the bathroom floor! The doctor almost fell off his chair when I told him I’d had diarrhea for ten whole days. He didn’t think I had a parasite though and said he’d often found that the antibiotics commonly prescribed in the west didn’t always work on Thai diarrhea. So he gave me some new antibiotics which I started taking that night. And they are working!

After all these courses of antibiotics I started to get nervous about the possibility of a yeast infection. I know that women are at a higher risk after taking general antibiotics, I figure I’m basically guaranteed to get diarrhea and take antibiotics a few more times on this trip based on my past history, and I do not want to get stuck in the middle of the Cambodian jungle with a yeast infection and no medicine. Jamie and I have been playing a game called “What illness could be worse than diarrhea?” and in my book a yeast infection easily beats diarrhea. So we went off hunting through all the pharmacies in Bangkok looking for Monistat or something similar. So far we have not been able to find it. My most recent inquiry went something like this:

“Do you have Monistat?”
Blank look from the pharmacist.
“You know, for a yeast infection?”
Another blank look. Then a gradual dawning of realization and horror…”Monorrhea? You mean Monorrhea?”
“Um, yes?”
“No! No medicine here! Go to the hospital!!”

As we walked away feeling a little confused, we realized that she thought I was saying I had gonorrhea and was telling me to go to the hospital to get it treated! Oh brother!

In happier news, we celebrated our six month anniversary on April 21st. Jamie decided that since we have spent the last six months together 24/7 and have experienced all kinds of stressful situations and humiliating bodily experiences, this last six months is actually worth more like 5 years of marriage. We figure if we travel long enough, we will be able to claim to our grandchildren that we have been married for 100 years!

We are both pretty sick of Bangkok at this point. This city is dirty; walking around the city it is not uncommon to see giant rats scurrying into a sewer grate or to suddenly catch a whiff of an overpowering sewer stench. We usually have headaches in the evening; we think it is from the pollution. We read somewhere that living in Bangkok’s pollution is equivalent to smoking twenty cigarettes a day! We have also experienced a phenomenon we call “Bangkok fingernail.” Walking around the city, the heat and humidity leaves you constantly covered in a sticky layer of sweat. Your wet skins acts like a magnet to all the soot in the air and when you scratch one of your ever-present mosquito bites the grime collects under your nails. We have to clean our nails every day here.

Another thing that’s starting to wear on us are the hippie-wannabies that infest the city. They don’t work a job at home, and then come here and live like kings while the Thais wait on them hand and foot. It is bizarre to watch them act like they are best friends with the staff and then leave their dirty dishes on the table for the slaves to clean up. We can’t get over it. We heard two old white guys chatting at a restaurant. One was sweet-talking a Thai waitress then turned to the other guy and said “Thais are too lazy. They’ll never fix up this guesthouse. I’m gonna have to go fucking fix up the laundry room today.” The other guy got his meal, pointed at one ingredient, and said commandingly “Next time, more this!” What a bunch of arrogant pricks! The other astonishing thing about these people is the way they smell; in addition to the usual flavors of cheesy and spicy B.O., one guy at this restaurant actually had a type we’ve never encountered – he smelled like old tomato sauce. There is really something wrong with you if you come to Thailand to live a life of leisure but can not find the time to wash yourself at least once a week. What is wrong with these people?

The other thing we can’t get over are all the sex-tourists. Looking into the bars it is unreal to see all these normal looking old guys sitting around a bar with at least one or two very young Thai girls hanging off them. These are regular looking 60 year old white guys with red sweaty faces; we keep fantasizing about running into someone we know. Some guy came into our guesthouse and saw the sign that said “No guests” (i.e. no prostitutes) and that that the door was locked at 10pm. He declared in a huff, “I stay out very late! No good!” and stormed off like it was the guesthouse’s fault he couldn’t bring his prostitute over. All the women looked up from their soap operas and laughed to each other as he stormed off. Later we saw him at an internet cafe with a young Thai boy!

We also got our bikes cleaned and tuned-up at Probike here in Bangkok. For 300 baht (~US$8.50), you can get your bike completely serviced and cleaned. And when they say clean, they mean it. We got our bikes back today and they are completely spotless. The drivetrains look brand new and the tires are literally shining. We were giddy riding home. We also gave up on our Panaracer tires and had some Schwalbe Marathon XRs shipped from Wallbike to us here. We paid US$55.70 for four tires and six tubes shipped to Bangkok. We picked them up from the post restante counter at the GPO and paid another US$26.05 in customs fees.

One thing we are really going to miss about Thailand is the fresh fruit and fruit shakes everywhere. There is someone selling fresh, sliced fruit on every corner for only 10 baht (~US$0.30). Jamie eats six slices a day to stay regular!

A lot of restaurants in Bangkok have crazy names. Our favorites are: Take A Sit, Joke Me Please, Teddy the Bake, and Coffee & Toast (does not serve toast!)

Tomorrow, we are finally on the road again. Next stop Cambodia!

The Grossest Toilet in Thailand

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

The bathroom at the Vimol Guesthouse in Bangkok is hands-down the grossest one we have seen in Thailand. I honestly believe it has not been cleaned in years. Maybe decades, maybe never. The lone shelf in the bathroom is covered with toiletries abandoned by previous travelers. I tried to pick up a tube of toothpaste once and when I did so I realized that the tube had cracked open and the toothpaste inside had turned to powder. The three women who live in / work at this guesthouse are constantly watching soap operas on TV. Morning, noon, and night, they are without fail sitting in the courtyard watching TV. Literally every time we have left or returned, they have been there. It is truly unbelievable.

When I entered the bathroom one night to brush my teeth, I saw something brown on the floor and bent down for a closer look. This my friends, is an actual worm crawling across the floor of the bathroom. This bathroom is on the 2nd floor of the guesthouse. I have no idea where this worm came from. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it crawled out of the faucet.

What’s worse is that this worm was not alone in the bathroom. In the large basin of water next to the toilet, (the water you use to clean yourself), there are clearly visible little creatures swimming around the water. They are maybe 4 to 5 millimeters long and they inch/gyrate/shuttle through the water spastically. I tried to convince Sarah that these creatures were put in the water on purpose to kill mosquito larvae, but she didn’t believe me. I don’t blame her either because the bathroom is infested with mosquitos. Every time you go in, you come back out with half a dozen new bites. The women who work here have a weird device to kill them. It looks like a tennis racket, but works like a bug zapper. Sarah has a disturbing love for killing mosquitos, so she was salivating as soon as she saw this thing. She finally got up enough nerve to ask to borrow it and then went on a killing spree. I could tell she was berserk when she went outside to kill more mosquitos after clearing out the entire guesthouse. Here is the bloodthirsty mosquito slayer in action.

Last but not least, here is a little selection of the water creatures I captured and photographed. Can anyone classify them?

Still in Bangkok!

Thursday, April 19th, 2007

We are still hanging out in Bangkok waiting for all our visas to be processed. Songkran, the Thai New Year, ended on Monday so we applied for our Laos and Vietnam visas on Tuesday morning. They were submitted to the embassies on Wednesday morning and will take two days each. Once we get our passports back we’ll make another trip back to the Chinese embassy and try our luck one more time on the three month visa. We were turned away on our first try because we’d written on our application that we planned to travel through the country via bicycle. It isn’t illegal to travel through China via bicycle, but we’ve since found out that because we are applying for the visas outside of our country of residence it is most likely our host country (Thailand) that is doesn’t like the idea of cyclists. So, this time we just won’t specifically state that we’ll be traveling by bicycle.

Other than running around to apply for visas, we’ve been laying pretty low. The temperatures have been very high here over the past week, averaging around 37 degrees Celsius. As soon as we step outside we instantly feel swampy and sweaty. The humidity is also very high – I feel like I can’t quite take a full breath outside – it is a lot like being in a sauna. Much of the afternoon is spent reading directly under the fan in our tiny guesthouse room. Any part of you facing towards the bed & thus away from the fan gets very sweaty very quickly. We create damp spots on the sheets and are always trying to shift around to keep cool. We’ve been brainstorming places with air-conditioning that we can hang out in – yesterday we spent the day at the mall. We browsed at the English language bookstore, then fawned over the delicious looking bakery in the food court area. We don’t often see real western-style baked goods here in Thailand, so we treated ourselves to some croissants.

The other day we rode our bikes through the swirls of exhaust fumes and crazy drivers to a bike shop where we left the bikes for a tune-up and general cleaning/lubing – all for less than $10!

One day for lunch we tried out an Indian restaurant listed in our guidebook. My curry seemed lukewarm which worried me…sure enough, that night I got sick. This is the third time I’ve had stomach issues on the trip, if you’re keeping track. I’ve had the bug for three days now and, as I’m sure you can guess, Jamie is still healthy as a horse. These Welles seem to be a hardy folk!

In the evening when the heat starts to dissipate a bit we stroll over to a nice park on the river. A large group of people take over one corner of the park to do very energetic bouncy type aerobics to this great Thai pop music. It is so fun to watch them! Their instructor is a super hyper little guy. He is so bouncy that he is almost never actually touching the ground – the very tips of his toes touch down but that’s it. He’s practically hovering over the ground for most of the aerobics class – his pupils look very sluggish next to him.

This is the park’s pagoda at sunset:

Another corner of the park is used by a group of teenage boys practicing their breakdance moves. They’re really fun to watch too – one guy is practicing a move where he dances around like a robot and then falls towards the ground, lands with one hand, and balances his entire body in mid-air with that one hand. Another kid is practicing a spinning headstand move where his legs kick out to one side and freeze there for a second. I wish they’d get together and do a full performance of all their best moves – we mostly just get to see them practice the same thing over and over and over.

This is the Rama IV Bridge, which is visible from the park as well:

Finally the center of the park is taken up by dirty hippie backpacker types. They are usually practicing juggling or the art of spinning around these balls attached to the end of a long piece of string. Sometimes it seems like these folks are on drugs because they just stand there, almost motionless, spinning the balls around and around in a very repetitious and trance-like manner.

Songkran

Monday, April 16th, 2007

Sarah and I have spent the last couple of days in Bangkok soaking up the Songkran holiday. The entire city basically shuts down for Songkran and everyone comes out to to eat, drink, and get each other wet. People line the streets day and night with squirt guns, buckets, and even the occasional fire hose. The worst (or best?) is when they have a giant tub full of ice and water. It’s quite a shock to get a bucket of ice water dumped over your head on a 40 degree day! Our waterproof panniers have come in handy when walking the streets, but I had to risk the camera to get some shots of the fun.

In addition to the constant party in the streets, there is also a large festival going on at a park outside the Grand Palace with food, music, and dancing. We got to try a couple of new dishes and spent a fun night listening to the music and watching the dancing. We both really love Thai music. It is so happy.

We also had our first brush with fame here. We had dinner with the VW Vagabonds! Amanda and Rich have just completed cycling through Southeast Asia and are back in Bangkok planning the rest of their trip. We met for dinner and had a lot of fun swapping advice and discussing our plans for the future.

One afternoon we visited the Grand Palace and Wat Phra Kaeo. Wat Phra Kaeo is the holiest site in Thailand and houses the Emerald Buddha which is known for its healing powers. The grounds of the palace and wat are extremely ornate and beautiful. Everything is either gold or sparkling in some way.

We are now waiting for the foreign embassies to open back up on the 17th so we can get the visas we need for Laos, Vietnam, and maybe China. We keep going back and forth on whether or not we are actually going to China. While in Thailand, we met a woman named Mamaji who was a teacher of meditation and claimed to have a supernatural intuition. She was a frequent visitor to Thailand and told us that before the tsunami hit in 2004, she had visions of water and danger at her favorite resort. After we talked to her for a bit, she told us she had a bad feeling about us going to China. She said she felt we were in danger (especially me) and she had a feeling that we were going to be split up in order to make it easier to get to us. Neither Sarah nor I are the type of people who would usually believe in something like that, but hearing her say these things has really unnerved us. Ever since then, we have been trying to make a decision one way or the other on China. We keep going back and forth, building up our confidence a little, and then we are somehow reminded of her warning and we freak out again. Right now we have two options we are considering.

  1. Head north through Cambodia and Laos into China and from there head northeast through the Guanxi, Guizhou, and Sichuan provinces and maybe venture as far as Tibet on the train.
  2. Spend more time in Thailand (visiting the north and northeast) and also travel through Vietnam on our bicycles. We would make a loop through Southeast Asia back to Bangkok, and from there fly to India.

We have been using this time in Bangkok to try to make a final decision one way or the other, but we are still undecided at this point.

The Bangkok Experience

Wednesday, April 11th, 2007

From Hua Hin, Sarah and I took the train into Bangkok. We woke up even earlier than normal to catch our 5:30am train and purchased two 3rd class seats at the ticket counter. Just as we had finished paying, the clerk told us the train was arriving and that we should hurry to the baggage car at the front to get our bikes on. We rushed down towards the engine, but when we arrived at the baggage car the shirtless guy who was dozing inside took one look at our bikes and waved his hands to indicate we couldn’t put them on. Getting a little nervous, I ran back down to the ticket counter where the clerk told us not to worry and to just get on the next train. A few minutes later when that next train arrived, we again tried to get our bikes on but this time the baggage handler examined our tickets and said “wrong train.” After more discussions with the ticket clerk, we were told our train was running a little late and it would arrive at 5:45am and we would be on our way. Finally it did show up and we loaded our bikes on and made our way to our assigned car, but it was full! We nervously approached the Thai woman who was sitting in one of our seats and showed her our tickets. She stared at us like we were crazy and then got up in a huff without saying anything. We were a little confused at this point and then a friendly guy sitting behind her who spoke a little English asked to take a look our tickets and said we had tickets for train number 120, but were on train number 7. We had no seats! What was that ticket clerk thinking?! We searched around for a bit and found an empty seat where Sarah could sit. I stood at the front of the car and wasn’t in too bad of a mood until I realized the wasabi peas that I had bought were actually cuttlefish flavored. Fish food! (Comment from Sarah: For the record, I did offer to alternate spots with him, but he wouldn’t do it).

We finally arrived in Bangkok four hours later and decided to brave Bangkok’s famous traffic and ride our bicycles to the area of the city called Banglamphu where most of the cheap guesthouses are located. In reality, riding in the city really wasn’t that bad. Traffic was very heavy but it was moving so slowly that we felt pretty safe among the motorcycles, tuk-tuks, taxis, and buses. One thing that did live up to its reputation was the pollution. When we stopped to check our map along the way, we both asked each other the same thing; “Are your eyes burning?” Here is Sarah navigating a traffic jam.

When we cycled onto Khao San road, we were both a little shocked. I’m not sure what we were expecting, but what we found was a whole lot of dirty hippies. These two guys are wearing the typical fare around here; extremely baggy, loosely-woven cotton clothes. Sort of like what a raver would wear if he was going on safari.

The other thing that is huge here is getting your hair braided or dreadlocks. There are literally rows of chairs along the street with tourists patiently sitting while Thai women dred their hair. We are not sure why.

This street is filled with tailors, touts, pirated DVDs, tuk-tuks, and bars that stay open all night. This Slate article a friend sent us describes the scene very well. Anyone who knows us would probably laugh thinking about us in a place like this, but we were both tired and didn’t feel like searching the city so we set up camp in a guesthouse on Khao San for 300 baht (~US$8.60). One thing we didn’t think about was how loud it was going to be here at night. The music starts at 5pm and it seems like each bar is trying to entice customers with the prospect of deafening them if they actually step inside. The windows of our 3rd floor room rattle from the bass line of Gwen Stefani’s new song “The Sweet Escape” coming down the street. Good thing we are both heavy sleepers! Here is Khao San after dark. Utter mayhem.

Our second day in Bangkok, we did some sightseeing at the National Museum. The most impressive things there were the giant funeral chariots used by the royal family and the weapons and howdahs the ancient armies used when waging elephant warfare. Unfortunately, photographs were not allowed inside any of the galleries. Here are some pictures of the museum grounds.

After a day at the museum, we decided we should get some of our chores done, and first on our list was getting our China visa. When you walk out of your guesthouse on Khao San, you are greeted by two things. First, the sight of people drinking and smoking in bars at 7am, and second a steady stream of “Hello, where you go?” from tuk-tuk drivers who want to take you around the city. The tuk-tuk drivers make the most money from commissions they get from dropping people off outside tailors and gem shops, so they are constantly trying to add shopping to your list of things to do. After a lot of haggling, we finally got one to agree to take us to the Tourism Authority of Thailand with no stops for shopping for 40 baht (~US$1.15). Here we are speeding a long in the tuk-tuk.

When we arrived at the TAT we learned that they could only get us a thirty day visa and for anything longer we would have to go directly to the embassy. We also learned that the entire city of Bangkok basically shuts down from the 12th through 16th of April for the Songkran festival and there would be no way to get a visa during that time! With this new knowledge, we rushed over to the Chinese embassy on the other side of town via the subway, but when we arrived at noon we found out the visa office was only open from 9 to 11:30. Shoot, one day down the drain! Every time we experience something like this, we tell ourselves we should get used to it because it is going to be even more difficult in China. The next day we woke up bright and early and headed straight to the to Chinese embassy, which was very busy already at 9am. We filled out our forms, indicating that we wanted a 3 month visa in order to bicycle through the provinces of Yunnan, Szechuan, and Guanxi. When our number was called and we finally got to talk to a clerk, she examined our form and told us that to bicycle in China we needed an “invitation” from a tourist organization. What? All of the first-hand accounts we have read online have said that other bicycle tourists have just applied for visas through the normal process. The clerk gave us the names of some tourist companies we could contact, and we rushed over to the nearest internet cafe to try figure out what to do. After a little researching, we learned that most people don’t indicate they are bicycling on the visa application. They just apply for the visa without any mention of their bicycles and then ride into the country. We thought briefly about going back to the embassy and filling out some new forms without mentioning our bicycles, but we realized it was too late and the office was already closed so we emailed the tourist companies asking for any information and we also contacted BikeChina to see if they could give us any advice on what to do. After such a bitter disappointment, Sarah had to comfort herself (and stick to her Minnesota roots) by enjoying a Dairy Queen Blizzard. They are just as good in Bangkok as they are in Minneapolis!

Today we woke up and searched around on foot for a new guesthouse. Songkran starts tomorrow and from the looks of things Khao San is going to be one giant wet t-shirt contest, so we decided we better move to some place more low-key before we went nuts. A few blocks away from Khao San, still in Banglamphu, we found a place called Vimol Guesthouse for only 140 baht (~US$4) per night – the cheapest place in Thailand yet! When we walked up to the little old woman at the desk to enquire if she had any rooms, she looked at us and asked “Where are your bicycles?” Spooky! “How did you know we have bicycles?”, we asked. She just looked at us and tapped her temple with her index finger. We were too scared to ask anything else after that!

We also heard some gossip from other travelers that the road to Pnomh Penh is still very, very bad. There are rumors that the Cambodian airlines bribe the government to keep the road in horrible shape so people will fly instead. That’s the road we need to cycle on…

Stats from Thailand Week 2
4.02.2007 – 04.08.2007
3 days cycling, 4 days resting
321.68 kilometers
107.23 km / cycling day
16 hours, 2 minutes, 53 seconds in the saddle
5:20:58 / cycling day
US$222.61
US$31.80 / day

Finally, a typical Bangkok intersection.