Friday, June 4, 2010

Che

This isn't my first post about che (pronounced jay-uh), but there seem to be more kinds than I'll ever have a chance to try. Some are almost as firm as cakes, most are like a tapioca pudding, and my favorites are more like watery beverages and very refreshing like a sweetened iced tea. On English-language menus, it's often called "sweet soup," served either warm or chilled, and the one pictured here looks at a glance like lentil soup when it is ladled out. It's made with different kinds of sweetened green or red beans, cooked in a kettle over a charcoal brazier, poured over ice and has coconut shavings on top, garnished with a shake of oil from banana leaves. It costs about 25 cents and the shade of the ancient banyan tree is thrown in for free.

-Robert

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Ca Phe Sua Da

Vietnamese style coffee and condensed milk. It's the best part of any afternoon here.

-Robert
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Thursday, June 3, 2010

Cao Lau

Cao lau is easily my favorite Vietnamese dish, and it's so frustrating that you can only get it in Hoi An and surrounding area. The well water in the region is supposed to be the secret ingredient, and so far no entrepreneur in Saigon seems willing to challenge that perception.

There are some Vietnamese who have heard about this dish their whole lives and never had it because they've never been to Hoi An. It's one of those things that people go to a lot of trouble to pack up and carry home with them on airplanes to deliver to homesick transplants or to the unititated. Which our friend in fact did last week -- his carry-on bag included the fixings for 10 bowls of cao lau for his family who had never had it before, the broth in a recycled water bottle and all the rest in plastic baggies ready to assemble.

The pork is braised and is generally attended to more carefully than in other dishes (no gristle!) The rice noodles are made with a special lye solution that give them more chewiness and texture. The fried pork rinds give it a lot of flavor like croutons in a salad. It's served with only a little bit of pork broth, so it's not really a soup like other noodle dishes, which is a nice change.

And I think I've got a lead on what might be one of the best possible versions. That's because we go there with our friend who is a life-long resident of Hoi An and a born ambassador and tour guide who knows everyone in town. We've been back to this place a few times, and I love it. I didn't write down the details, but they're there in the picture if you look closely enough. To any other travelers reading this, that's the place you want to track down.



-Robert
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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Hue-style cuisine

These are some examples of Hue-style dishes. I haven't learned the names of each one. Most of them are based on some kind of rice flour wrapper or paste that is gummy in texture, filled out with shrimp or shredded pork and cooked by steaming. The one that looks like a yellow cake is a kind of pork-loaf similar to a pimento loaf. For almost all of them you spoon Vietnamese fish sauce over them. (That's the sauce made from fermenting sardines in clay jars in the sun and then pressing the mash to get the oil. Like with olive oil, the first pressing is most prized.) This isn't my favorite style of food here, because the texture of the rice paste is a little off-putting, but I do like the ones in the tiny bowls with dried shrimp and fried pork skins. It's like a good bar snack.

-Robert


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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Pix from Hoi An and Hue

Photo highlights from the side trip to Hoi An and Hue are in the slideshow on the right and here.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Hoi An and Hue

Our most memorable and special experience on our previous trip to Vietnam was going to Hoi An with our friend who is a native there to visit her family, and we've been looking forward to a return visit on this trip. The best part is breaking bread with locals and getting to experience life off the tourist trail. This time we were invited to tag along on a family expedition -- 15 people total in a rented van -- to visit relations in the countryside, tour some caves, hitting the historic sites in Hue and than return for a full day in Hoi An.

We ran into some bad luck, though, and had to let the group go ahead of us from Hoi An for a couple days while Ilene rode out a case of food poisoning. We missed the country cousins and the caves and took a bus to catch up with the rest in Hue on the third night.

Hue was the capital of the country during the 19th and early 20th centuries, and the citadel of the royal forbidden city and a lot of the royal tombs still remain along the Perfume River in the city center and in the surrounding countryside. We spent a full day touring those with our friend's family, as well as hitting some of the famous local cuisine and the market to buy souvenirs like tea and chili paste.

Then it was back to Hoi An for our last night. Hoi An is a small city on the coast that at one point was an international trading port until the river silted over, and the old town still shows traces of the Japanese and Chinese influence there. In the morning our friend organized an odd little boat excursion around the island near the old town. It was on a tiny skiff that seated the four of us and the ferryman. When we first got in, we were being paddled by a toothless old man and after awhile we came across another boat being paddled by his brother, who was missing a leg. They traded places because the one-legged brother, about 5' 4" and 80 years old, was the stronger paddler. Ilene and I couldn't take the guilt and took up paddles ourselves and tried to get us around the island a little quicker, but it was still a solid hour of work.

The main reasons we returned to Hoi An were to enjoy our favorite local dishes and to go to the beach. It was my only day at the beach in 6 months despite traipsing all over southeast Asia within spitting distance of the Indian Ocean and the South China Sea. Two years ago when we came here we went to the main town beach, well-known to tourists, and our friend also took us to another beach where we were the only foreigners. Since then, word has gotten out and there are plenty of tourists there now. There's plenty of room for everybody, but it was nice to have the bragging rights before.

The other thing that has changed in two years is a serious erosion in infrastructure -- both metaphorically and literally. The monsoon season last year brought disastrous flooding to Hoi An, and the streets are still unusable messes in some places. Electric supply also seems to be falling further behind demand. Our experience -- four power cuts in three days -- may be just chance, but we do hear anecdotally that this is becoming more common throughout the country. It's pretty disheartening to come back from a hot day seeing the sites, planning to lay down in front of a fan, and to see that the hotel lobby is dark again.

As before, the best part of the trip was spending time with our friend's family. She has the most photogenic nieces and nephews in the world, and her sisters and sister-in-law are fantastic cooks. They put on a couple of delicious spreads for us. You gotta love it when you hear a chicken clucking in the kitchen on your way out to the beach and then find a chicken dinner waiting for you when you get back.

-Robert


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Bun Bo Hue



This is Bun Bo Hue, a dish nearly as common as pho and which I prefer and eat quite often.
Bun = rice flour noodles. Bo (pronounced baa) = beef. Hue = Hue style. The pink ball is crab meat and is my favorite part of it. After innumerable bowls of it here in Saigon, I finally had it in Hue at a place that is supposed to be the best place to get it. It was crowded with domestic tourists. But everyone in our party agreed that it wasn't anything special and you could find just as good in Saigon.

-Robert
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Ilene at work

Ilene is winding up the semester here, which means that her students have been presenting their final projects. She does a lot of presenting herself, usually working seven days a week to touch as many audiences as possible.

On Sunday last week she had an all-day workshop for the faculty and administrators at her university, followed by newspaper and TV interviews, followed by a banquet. On Monday, she presented "book donation" to the university library. (Fulbright gives grantees a budget with which they choose and purchase books for the host university.) By the end of the day Monday, all of the flowers visible in these photos and more were wilting in our apartment, which happens a lot.

Almost as cheap and plentiful as tropical flowers here are big plastic banners, so just about every room she steps into has a big sign introducing her. There's almost always a bust of Uncle Ho off her shoulder like in these photos, too.

The top picture shows her moderately crowded American literature class of about 45 students. That's the one that meets at 6:30 a.m. The bottom picture is her intercultural communications class of 90 students. Pretty difficult learning environment, as you can see. What I love about that picture (and several more added to the "misc." slideshow) is how it shows the main difference between Vietnamese and American college students. American students almost never drop the posture of being too cool for school. Vietnamese students give everything they've got, though I'm sure having Ilene for a teacher has something to do with it.

-Robert


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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Night life in Saigon

We had a few social events in the last week. First, we met a new friend that I made during my visit to Kuala Lumpur. She's an English teacher in Thailand. She and her colleagues came to Saigon last week for a recruitment fair (Many Vietnamese students find Thai universities a good compromise between price and quality.), and Ilene and I got together with them for dinner to talk education. Next trip to northeast Thailand we should have a personal guide to help us connect.

Next, we had a little New Haven reunion. Our friend Aly and her colleague Ryan, who work for the Hole In the Wall Gang organization, were here for a few days to plan a summer camp that is nearby. (She has a job that is the envy of all of Westville, traveling to several countries around the world to help organize camps.) We took them to our favorite place at the night market and decimated a couple of grilled red snapper. It was nice to catch up on New Haven gossip and to spend a couple hours speaking straight-up American English at our natural speed.

Last Friday, we went with a friend to see a band that I have loved for a couple years called Dengue Fever. Highly recommended. They ultimately put on a great show, but unfortunately, it was one of those Vietnam things with sketchy details and a lot of discomfort along the way. We had to wait through hours of some kind of battle of the death-metal band impersonators. Ilene eventually gave up and went home without me, and I put my ear plugs in and watched Saigon's body-piercing set party. It cracked me up when one of the bands paused to play an actual melody, the same-old song that we heard every night out on our last trip, "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi. As you can see in the video, it's no less a crowd favorite than it was two years ago.

-Robert

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Saturday, May 8, 2010

Pictures from Singapore and Malaysia

I have a photo album up of the trip to Singapore and Malaysia here. You can also link to it from the slideshow on the right.

-Robert

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

How to save money in Kuala Lumpur

When you go to the KL Bird Park, before you buy your ticket, go directly to the restaurant, which is in the treetops of the aviary, and have lunch on the veranda. By the end of it, you'll probably have had enough of the birds and feel like you don't need to pay the entrance fee to see some more.

Despite all the signs saying not to feed the birds, they've obviously been tamed. I had some kind of black bird with a bright orange and yellow markings hop on my table and pluck the chicken out of my curry before I could react. This was on the placemat directly in front of me -- less than an arm's length away. If I was looking at a caged bird I couldn't have been closer.

The waiter brought me another serving, and I moved to a table further from the rail, but I was still menaced throughout the rest of the meal by a hornbill and a half dozen storks. And to think of all the hiking in leech-infested forests and bicycling through rice paddies that I've done to see their kind from a hundred yards away.

-Robert

Monday, May 3, 2010

Malaisia

Some trips just don't go well. I'm going to cut this one short and head "home" to Saigon in a few days instead of attempting to continue on a comprehensive tour of peninsular Malaysia.

It's hard to put my finger on the problem, especially since I was so gung ho for this a couple weeks ago, but it's fair to say I'm not feeling like the benefit is worth the costs. The loneliness and inconveniences and discomforts are no worse than my other extended trip, but I'm having trouble getting below the surface and feeling like I'm learning or experiencing anything. So much walking around looking at things without understanding and not connecting holds less attraction -- this week anyway.

There is one discomfort that is greater here: I'm further south than I've ever been except Singapore last week (when we took cabs everywhere), and the sun is really oppressive. From about 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. it takes all my will to step out of a shadow.

What I've seen of Malaysia so far I really do like, though. The few people I've talked to have been sincere and friendly. I'm in Melaka (a.k.a. Malacca), which is an interesting place historically. It was a Portuguese colony almost as far back as Columbus went west. Arab and Chinese traders were leaving their mark before that. The Dutch kicked out the Portuguese, and the English kicked them out, and Indian and Sri Lankan immigrants have been arriving all along. You can see the marks of all this history in the oldest parts of town. There are European buildings here older than any structure in North America, including a church where St. Francis Xavier was interred for awhile. It was strange to stumble across that and find Malay Muslims posing for pictures in front of it.

I'm disappointed in myself for not forcing myself further down the trail to see if the spirit returns in another location. But I feel like I've had enough. I'm moving on to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow for three nights and have a flight booked for Friday.

-Robert

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Singapore

Ilene and I are in Singapore for what are really her only days off during the Fulbright project. It takes something of an adjustment to handle being here. On the one hand, prices are comparable to what we'd experience on a long weekend in New York, which we can afford and shouldn't worry about. On the other hand, they are astronomical compared to what we are used to and the budget we've been living by in the rest of Southeast Asia, and we have trouble making the mental and emotional switch. We spent more on taxis yesterday than we spend in two months in Saigon.

We're also somewhat awed by the comparative luxury of it. Singapore seems like a miracle next to everyplace else we've been in Southeast Asia. The cleanliness and order and economic activity all feel a little overwhelming and we stand around gawking like tourists. Frankly, skimming around on the surface in our touristic way, it feels like paradise.

I love how genuinely multi-ethnic it is. Walking around Little India and Chinatown and the Arab quarter (which is underplayed in the guidebooks if you ask me) is a lot of fun. We can hear the call to prayer from the Mosque across from our hotel room and smell the cooking from the Indian restaurants in the street below.

The best part so far has been the food. Mainly we eat at hawker centers, something like the food courts of an American mall, except that instead of chain restaurants with facades signifying different ethnic cuisines, these are all mom and pop stalls whipping up the real deal. We split up and collect Indian samosas and Malay laksa and Thai curry and Chinese soups and rotis, pratas, etc. and some fantastic coffee and tea, each for about 3 Singapore dollars per serving, and meet back at one of the tables in the center to feast. I told myself I was going to treat myself to a dose of familiar Western foods while I was here, but I've been having too much fun at the hawker centers to get around to it.

On Wednesday we went to the Singapore Zoo, which is gorgeously designed to get you a good look at the animals. We could walk around below most of the birds, apes and monkeys, and you have to watch out that they don't wizz on you. I could watch the African storks soaring around all day. Seeing the very rare white tigers was once-in-a-lifetime. The Komodo dragons were a lot bigger than I ever imagined.

Back in our neighborhood for the evening, we stumbled across the Museum of Chinese Opera, which is really just a tea shop with a lot of photos of opera stars on the wall. It would be like Lombardi's in the West Village calling itself the Museum of Italian-American Heritage. We sat and had a pot of tea and some cake while a woman played several numbers on a kind of Chinese harp. She asked about us and our travels afterward and answered my questions about scales and time signatures on the music she was playing. The harp has just a five-note scale, but an amazing variety of technique is possible on it.

Yesterday was our luxe city respite day. We walked around the botanic gardens and the orchid gardens and then hit the Orchard Street shopping strip, which makes Fifth Avenue and Chicago's Miracle Mile look dowdy. We had dim sum for lunch between a few of the malls, and when the afternoon rains hit we used the underground passages to get down the street to a cinema and saw the new Marin Scorcese movie.

More museums today, and I have to find the bus station to buy my ticket for the next stage. We split up tomorrow -- Ilene on a flight back to Saigon and me to wherever the bus goes in mainland Malaysia.

-Robert

Friday, April 23, 2010

April 30, 1975

The holiday coming up this week is pretty significant -- 35 years since April 30, 1975, which is known around here as Reunification Day. Westerners usually refer to it as as the Fall of Saigon.

The iconic images of that day to Americans are of helicopters taking off from the roof of the U.S. embassy, landing on crowded naval carriers and then being shoved into the sea to make room for more evacuees. To the North Vietnamese, the American evacuation was a sideshow, and the iconic images in Vietnam now are more like the one included here -- of the tanks smashing into the gate of the presidential palace.

The park in the photo is still a park, a few blocks from our apartment, where young people gather to make out in the evenings. Two blocks up the street, at the end of the park,towering over the Notre Dame Cathedral, is Diamond Plaza, a modern shopping mall and office building. On the top floor is the gym we go to, and from the treadmills there we can look down this street. The gym is our largest extravagance here, an overpriced respite from the heat and noise. Being from southwest Missouri, I always say hello to the people I've met there who went to college in Oklahoma -- oil industry people who now work for Conoco Phillips, which has offices in the building. (Another oil connection: After 1975, the Vietnamese government used the U.S. embassy as the headquarters for Petrolimex until the resumption of diplomatic ties.)

After my workout I like to go to a French cafe on the edge of park to get a ham and cheese sandwich, probably my second-biggest extravagance here, and watch the comparatively sane traffic. As I was sitting there today, I watched workers setting up bleachers and scaffolds in the street, which had been closed off in preparation for public celebrations this Friday. I'm curious to know what that includes, so I'm disappointed I'll miss it, but we'll be away on a holiday during Ilene's only real break during the school term. (May Day is also a holiday here, and the two days together make for a four-day weekend for most workers.)

In going away, though, we're not so different from any other Vietnamese I've talked to, who all seem to have an attitude about it pretty much like the attitude most Americans have about Memorial Day; if they can't make it to the beach, then it's a good day to hit the sales at Diamond Plaza and see a movie. Green Zone, the new Iraq War movie, is playing.

-Robert

Evening out with friends


We went out with friends to celebrate our friend's birthday -- dinner first, then donuts, which in Saigon is a sit-down affair. I think it's funny how whenever I go out for comfort food like donuts, ice cream, or pizza I'm always the oldest person there. In Vietnam, it's mostly teenagers who eat these foods.

Our friend brought her intensely photogenic niece along. If she looks familiar, it's because she resembles her older brother who was the star of my photo collection from our trip two years ago.

In all of the pictures after that last one with the donut, she only appears as a blur streaking around the adults at the table.

-Robert

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Pictures from Thailand and Laos

I have an album of pictures up from my trip to Thailand and Laos. You can link to it from the slideshow on the right or go directly to it from here.

In summary

It's only been 19 days, but somehow during this time . . .

I've had flight delays, bus delays and train delays. I've been let off on the wrong street, in the wrong neighborhood and in the wrong town. I've had my chain come off. I've had tuk-tuks breakdown mid-route. I've ridden VIP, first-class, second-class and too low class to bother charging money for. I've been bitten by mosquitoes and by bedbugs. I've been attacked by leeches. I was hit in the crotch by a kid who was irritated I wouldn't buy gum from him. I had a train porter intent on goosing me every time s/he passed down the aisle. I've weathered the contempt of several French people. I've been laughed at and yelled at. I've been chased out of alleys by stray dogs. I've been in sand storms, thunderstorms, power outages and a state of emergency. I lost my hat. I lost my water bottle. I lost my way. My ATM card stopped working. I ran out of repellent. I ran out of q-tips. I got sunburned. I strained my back. I banged my head numerous times and wore a long scab across the top of my head most of the trip. I had vertigo from too much motion and tripped over my bed. I ate peppers so hot that I had the hiccups for hours. I had a traditional Thai massage. My new hat has an ugly salt stain around the brim, and I've developed a constant craving for potato chips. I've been forced to drink instant coffee. Worst of all, I've been forced through necessity to eat bananas, and I really don't like bananas.

But it was a good trip. I wish I was young enough to keep going for a few more weeks.

-Robert

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Eyewitness to injured at Bangkok protests









From the perspective of an ambulance rallying point at Phrapinklao Bridge in Bangkok, it appears that the police got the worst of this evening's confrontation with Red Shirt protesters. I saw approximately 60 people loaded into ambulance boats to be ferried to hospitals, and the injured police outnumbered civilians about 2:1. A few of the injuries appeared quite significant. Earlier in the evening, crowds on the bridge had unguarded access to several military vehicles on the bridge and vandalized them. One American couple I talked to said they saw protesters near Khao San Road throwing "molotov cocktails" and firing guns at the police.

First, these caveats: I don't speak the language, I don't know the ground, I talked to almost no one, and I tried to honor the spirit of my promise to my family to stay clear of the protests by keeping some distance when the action came to me. My understanding of what I saw is necessarily very limited, and the broader pictured painted by the professional media is already different from what I observed in one spot.

I didn't get close enough to get very good pix in the dark. I have some video but won't be able to upload it until I'm at a better computer set up.

At about 5 p.m. Saturday, I walked out on to Phrapinklao Bridge to see if I could observe the protests in the distance down Phrapinklao Road, which was closed to four-wheel traffic. (Motorbikes and tuk-tuks seem to be able to go into barricaded streets.) About that time, some protesters were beginning to cross on foot toward the rallies. About 6 military vehicles -- buses, jeeps and trucks -- were left unattended on the bridge, apparently by police or soldiers who had walked into the city earlier. Navy boats, some with cannons, were patrolling below the bridge, and a military helicopter flying over the protest area occasionally came near. The pedestrian traffic began to accumulate to jeer the boats and helicopter and then began to vandalize the vehicles parked there -- tires flattened, wires ripped out from under the hood and water poured into the oil reservoir. Children were playing in the driver's seats of the buses. Later in the evening I saw one of the buses on fire.

At about 7 p.m., ambulances, usually a pickup truck with about 4 medics riding in back, began rallying in the street underneath the bridge, heading toward the protest sites and returning with the injured to carry them to ambulance boats waiting at the pier underneath the bridge. About 5 boats were queued up in the water at a given time.

Police or soldiers in riot gear were the significant majority of who I saw brought in. Many limped to the pier under their own steam, their injuries not apparent, presumably affected by tear gas. All the police I saw had riot gear -- usually still wearing shin guards and shoulder guards. I saw two elderly men short of breath, which I also assumed was from tear gas. Many other injured were carried on stretchers. Some were quite bloodied up. I saw one civilian being given chest compressions. Two civilians were laid down on the cement to be bandaged instead of being taken directly to the boats, and their hair was soaked in blood. One police or soldier apparently had a broken leg that needed to be splinted before he was moved.

For about one hour, I counted about one arrival every 3-4 minutes. Beginning about 8 p.m. and for about 30 minutes, the arrivals started to pour in more frequently. There were usually more than 2 ambulances on the scene at a time, and it was quite chaotic getting the injured to the boats. Sometimes, a tuk-tuk or hired motorbike would arrive with passengers who were apparently asking after the wounded and then running down to the pier. About 8:30, the ambulances on the scene began to leave without unloading their injured and other ambulances raced by without stopping, presumably to another rally point or hospital.

It began to quiet down under Phrapinklao Bridge at that point. In places the pavement was stained with blood and littered with rubber gloves and bandages. Piles of shields, batons and other riot gear were left behind.

As of 10:30 I can still hear an occasional siren on Phra Athit Road.

I never heard any explosions or gunfire from where I was.

I also saw signs of violence earlier in the day. In a taxi on the way to Phra Athit Road ffrom the northern part of the city at about 3 p.m., the taxi got stuck in a traffic jam near the western end of Si Ayuthaya Road, which was blocked to four-wheel traffic. As I walked a few blocks south through the jam, I couldn't see the protests in the distance. An ambulance became stuck in the traffic near there, and while it was stuck, a motorbike driver came up Si Ayuthaya with a passenger holding a bloody bandage to his head. When a medic jumped out of the ambulance to help him in, I could see that his shirt was already bloodied from a previous case.

During that time, some local people were standing around on the sidewalk watching in the direction of the protests and listening to handheld radios, looking more concerned than they had earlier in the day and yesterday. But for the most part, the rest of the city has seemed remarkably unaffected by the protests in their midst. I've had 3 different taxi drivers seem genuinely surprised after a month of protests to find themselves stuck in traffic. Street markets and other commerce are carrying on like normal, even quite near the protests. Whenever a few soldiers are seen waiting around, nobody pays any attention to them. Tonight, just beyond the line of ambulance boats and navy boats, regular dinner cruise boats continued passing back and and forth. Some TVs and radios in public places are tuned to the news coverage, but not all.

Over the past couple weeks in the north and even in Laos, I frequently saw people gathered around televisions in bus stations and cafes to watch "red shirt TV," the channel broadcasting the protesters speeches. That's the same channel that the government forced off the air two days ago and again yesterday after the protesters briefly took control of the TV station and had it back on the air.

-Robert

Friday, April 9, 2010

Ayutthaya is kind of a jerk

You know that weird problem when you meet your close friend's other close friend for the first time and you get off with the wrong foot with each other and it never really gets sorted out but hardens into real animosity? They're probably perfectly nice, and it's probably just the result of a simple misunderstanding. But you can't help it. You just don't like that person very much, and you have to try hard to get along civilly with them when circumstances force you together. And they probably think the same about you.

That's me and Ayutthaya. I think Ayutthaya is kind of a jerk.

Even a state of emergency beats hanging around there. I caught the first minibus out this morning to Bangkok.

-Robert

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Khao Yai National Park

The pair of shoes I brought that were supposed to last the whole trip and serve for town and trail are now the color of leech guts. I think I'll do some shopping when I get to Bangkok.

I left the weird little camp in Nong Khai on Monday morning not sure where I was going. I had a couple destinations to the south in mind and headed for the bus station armed with too little information and hoping for the best. I found a bus to Pak Chong, the jump-off point for Khao Yai National Park and grabbed that. Unfortunately, it was a local, second-class bus and took 10 uncomfortable hours. Plus the porter put me off in the wrong town a little north of Pak Chong. For awhile I had no idea where I was. I spent another hour wearing my backpack on the back of a motorbike at highway speeds before I got to the guest house.

I have to say, for any other travelers headed this way, I second the recommendation of the two guest houses mentioned by Lonely Planet here -- at least on the grounds of friendliness and helpfulness. The place I landed at didn't have enough guests for a tour the next day, and very generously steered me to the next hotel, even though it lowered their chances of eventually getting up enough for a tour. The owner also gave me a lift to the train station this morning.

The day-long trek in the park was incredible. It was a slow, quiet hike in the morning through jungle and hilltop grasslands, mostly on the look out for birds. Our guide was a genius at setting up his telescope in a hurry to give us a look, and he had a knack for working the controls on strange cameras to get pix through the telescope. We spotted long-tailed broadbills, great hornbills and wreathed hornbills (which make a tremenoundous whooshing sound when they're flapping their wings), macaques, a family of white-handed gibbons and tons of butterflys. I spotted one insect that our guide had never seen before, so I'm going to pretend I discovered it until I learn otherwise. I had a kind of pincers on the tail that grabbed at a stick when we prodded it. We played with a cottony-looking kind of caterpillar that can jump from its perch and float off in the wind.

And we saw leeches. So many that our guide was kind of freaking out. I had more of them on my shoes and ankles than I could count sometimes, and in places the ground was so thick with them it looked like beard stubble. (They stand on one end and wave the other end in the air looking for something to jump on.) I foolishly wore black pants, so I couldn't tell if they were getting above my leech socks or not. We got out the industrial strength DEET that I was carrying and did an experiment and determined that it helped, and I emptied my precious supply sharing it with the pair of Swedes I was with. They were built like Olympians and perfect in every other way, so I doubt leeches would bite them anyway.

The leech socks seemed kind of besides the point when we went looking for crocodiles. We spotted one, but only the bottom half of it. The other 5 feet were in the shade where we couldn't see it from our distance. We also spotted baby and adult monitor lizards, which looked tough enough to bully the crocodiles, and Indonesian water dragons.

After lunch we had a long rest at a gorgeous waterfall. Not safe for swimming, unfortunately. Then the rest of the day and early evening was spent driving around looking for wild elephants. They are common enough in the park that sightings are frequent, but we didn't have any luck. We did see guar, sambar deer and barking deer and more birds and primates.

It's a gorgeous park and was a privilege to see it. I would love to get deeper into it on an extended stay. I missed seeing the nightly exit of masses of pink-lipped bats, which would be in the tour on a second day.

My train leaves the tiny Pak Chong station for Ayattuya in a few minutes, and that should be my last major stop before a few days in Bangkok and flying back to Saigon.

-Robert