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Monday, 25 June 2007

  • F'ing India

    India's reputation as a harrying and difficult travel destination is basically legendary, but I'm pretty sure that I've managed to take it to a new extreme in my oh-so-characteristic way.  So let me tell you the story of the past few days.  Well, I was staying with my friend Chintan in Kathmandu, meeting up with lots of people from home who were on their way to Tibet, waiting for my visa to come through.  Once I got my visa, I decided to head on down to India and since it's hotter than sun itself here right now, I figured I should just fast-track it up north back to the mountains where the air is a bit cooler.  So, I hop on a bus bound for the border (which I am proud to say I got for local price even though the bastard bookers wanted to charge me 30% more.  This bus ride used to be downright legendary - dirt roads slinging themselves around 1000 ft chasms with only two pairs of 30-year old tires and a driver hopped up on betel nuts to keep you on it.  They used to say that you should ride on the top of the bus so that, if it suddenly decideds to join the National Nepalese Diving Team, you would have a change to jump off that bandwagon.  Well, now the roads are paved and have been widened, so the safety record has improved, but thanks to the new infrastructure, so have the speed records.  I found my stomach somewhere between my right ear and my left nostril on at least seven different occasions (usually I pay for that kind of ride at Six Flags!).

    But anyways, so I made it down to the border after a brief daytrip to Buddha's birthplace at Lumbini, and I was trying to find transport to Varanasi.  The touts were out in full force, so I had my Advanced Anti-Tout Multiweapons Defense System engaged.  So, again, I got local price down to Varanasi.  The downside is that when I have AATMWDS engaged, my vision becomes restricted and I didn't pay any attention to the money changers that I needed to get rid of my Nepali rupees.  So now, I find myself in Varanasi trying to change Nepalese currency and they're offering me a rate by which 30% of the value of the money just disappears.  So now I'm sitting on 50 bucks worth of toilet paper (in addition to the 70 bucks I got jacked from me on my trek in Nepal). 

    If the tenacity of India's touts is famous, then the virulence of its food is downright infamous.  Thus, since stomach problems are a hallmark of any trip to India, I am pleased to say that the instant I put foot in India, this experience was mine to be had.  I think I stepped on a mango seed when I was crossing the border, and the bacteria must have seeped through my shoe and crawled up my leg (waving enthusiastically at the beads of sweat headed the other way).  Thankfully I had a kind host with a five star bathroom and twenty dollars to change in Varanasi.

    So now I need to cross a couple thousand K of space to make it up north.  Indian trains get booked like months in advance, and I can barely decide what color underwear to wear today, much less where I'm going to be in a few days.  So I'm stuck in second class unreserved the whole way, sweating my ass off, dozing off briefly only to wake up to the pungent odor of a hundred similarly sweaty Indians mixed with baby puke.  With a stomach that  could be the star atraction at any rodeo.  After a while, I decided to whip out my thermarest and set up shop in the luggage racks overhead. 

    Ok, here's the thing about Indians.  They love to tell you what to do.  And they always say what they want as if they're a prophet delivering God's command.  And since nobody has ever given them anything, they have a mind-set by which it's perfectly polite to just take whatever it is they want.  Well, while most of the people looked at my sleeping solution with a touch of admiration, some jackass gets jealous that I'm smart enough to find a place to sleep, and so he starts tugging at my pant legs telling me to get down so that he can put his luggage up there (when there is more space like 10 ft away).  Jackass.  But otherwise, people are very kind, sharing food and water with me, asking me where I'm from etc.  Oh yeah, and water.  I've been drinking at least five liters a day, but I'm sweating so much that my urine still looks like the streets of Eldorado.

    Well, now I'm in Amristar a stone's throw from the Himalayas, spending the day relaxing in this super sweet Sikh temple before the next leg of traveling.  On the way here, I was sweaty, sick, and angry at life in general when I got into a shared taxi.  As the taxi started moving, a blast of cold air hit my face and all I could think was "ahhhhhh... life is good."

    Then the driver tried to rip me off.

    F'ing India

Wednesday, 11 April 2007

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    Spring in SE Asia

    A brief summary!

    Hello everyone

    So I know that I've been absolutely terrible about keeping my blogs up.  Alas - I've become so backed up that finding the time to recap everything will be nigh impossible!  But what I will do is provide a brief summary of the past few months and an indication as to where I am going.

    Well, I finished up the interviews for my research project in Thailand back in January, just in time to meet my friend Chelsea in Yangon, Myanmar - formerly Burma.  We spent three weeks in Burma, and in brief, Burmese people are some of the nicest people in the world!  In fact, they often smile too much, laugh too readily, and are too eager to talk to you.  I say this because these qualities help to mask the evils their government perpetrates on them, which basically only the monks are willing to talk about due to their slightly more protected status (note: not immunity).  These injustices include censorship, kidnapping, forced labor, conscription into the army, military campaigns against minority ethnic groups, police brutality, and all the other wonderful things that come in an Authoritarian Military Junta Packaged Government!  Because travel is restricted to a handful of districts (tourists can only travel on licensed buses and stay in licensed hotels), everything looks hunkey dorey over there - beautiful temples every where, fields of sunflowers facing the sun, horse drawn carriages ferrying people and goods to market.  The economic isolation of the country has kept it about 20 years behind the rest of the world, adding an old-world mystique that makes you feel like the golden age of travel hasn't been fully consumed by industrial tourism.  Food rates in at a C- (worse than American food, better than African food on the Paul scale of food quality) since it's basically all fried.  General living conditions are more comparable to West Africa than Thailand.

    From Burma, Chelsea and I kicked it up to Laos (pronounced "Lao" - the 's' is silent.  Incidentally, "Laotian" anything doesn't exist.  The proper phrasing is "Lao people," "Lao cuisine," or "Lao history."  The word "Laotian" is an etymological bastardization perpetrated by ignorant CNN commentators who didn't do their research before going on the air).  While Lao is a brilliant country if taken on it's own virtues, its reputation within the SE Asia travel scene definitely preceded it (which basically says that it's like Thailand was 20 years ago - cheaper, more friendly, and more authentic).  The sad truth is, however, for anyone who has been off of the Southern Beaches-Bangkok-Chiang Mai tourist route, Laos is a country struggling with it's own identity and they aren't doing too great a job at it. 

    Continental SE Asia's pre-colonial history is dominated by the expansion and contraction of Burmese, Vietnamese, Angkor/Khmer, and of course Siamese empires (notice the conspicuous absence of any great Lao empires).  In the last century before colonialism, the Siamese had basically conquered or subdued everyone except for the Vietnamese (who were proxies of the Chinese) and was by far the dominant regional power, which basically obliterated any unique Lao culture except for mountainous Hmong enclaves.  Then, with the arrival of France in Vietnam and England in Burma/Malaysia, the only way for Siam to maintain its independence was to cede almost all of Lao, half of Cambodia, the northern third of Malaysia, and part of the western peninsula along the Burmese border to France and Britain.  After colonialism did its thing, Lao fell into civil war and emerged under communism.  These days, it's still communist in name, but in most other respects is just trying to catch up to its big brother, Thailand.

    So go to Lao, and everywhere you will see Thai products (because Lao products are of such inferior quality that nobody wants to buy them), and because it all has to be imported, prices are about 10-20% higher (putting to lie the idea that Laos is a cheaper version of Thailand).  Everyone speaks Thai because everyone watches Thai soap operas on satellite TV (the Lao government has been trying to block Thai TV from getting into Laos to try to reduce Thai influence, but it doesn't help when the local alternatives suck).  All of their food (probably the top consideration for me whenever I judge a country) is a pale, flavorless imitation of Thai food - I give it a C+.  The hotels are no cheaper than they are in provincial Thailand, and in places like Luang Prabang, they are more expensive.  Lao people are friendly, but no more so than provincial Thais (definitely not more than Burmese people!).  Transport is more expensive than in Thailand because the roads suck, and the buses are older, in poorer condition, and less comfortable (which of course is fine by me - adds to the adventure!).  Speaking of which, there is one story I have to tell because it's SO damn funny.

    Burmese and Lao people don't get on buses very often - they're usually too poor to pay for the relative expense of bus travel.  As a result, you could say that these people have some of the weakest stomachs in the world.  Put them on a large bus that sways from side to side as the driver takes hard turns on dirt roads at break-neck speeds, and you've got a lot of car sick little people.  That's why at the beginning of most bus rides, they hand out plastic bags (Chelsea: "Paul, why are they handing out plastic bag?" Paul: "Ummm... you'd better take one.  And here, I'd better give you some orange peels too"). The orange peels help to settle your own stomach as the sharp smell of bile wafts up from the back of the bus.  But since not everyone knows this trick, the smell hops from nose to nose, occasionally igniting a chain reaction of disastrous proportions (Watch out!! SHE'S GONNA BLOWWWWW!!!!).  Before you know it, vomit is sloshing from side to side on the floor and in tied-off bags as the bus continues its suicidal romp, and the heaves of your neighbors begin to follow an almost musical rhythm.  As if that wasn't enough, sooner or later the bus is going to stop for lunch, and without fail, the locals practically trip over each other in their rush to refill their stomachs for the next leg of the journey.  Round two!

    Thankfully, we only had to endure a handful of these situations before finding ourselves in Vietnam - a transport paradise!!  The Vietnamese have figured out the best bus system in the world!  For $14, you can traverse the entire country north to south, stopping at a number of desirable locations, getting off and on at your leisure!  The Open Bus ticket does kind of corral you into the major tourist destinations, but for $14, who the hell cares!?

    To give you the short version, Vietnam is one of the best places I have traveled to on this trip!  The food is first-rate, second only to Thai food in my opinion!  There are so many interesting towns to visit (bustling cities, peaceful mountain towns, colonial outposts, beach towns etc), so many interesting industries to see (salt mining, strawberry farming, conical hat making...), and so much culture to learn about!  The language is ridiculous - there are 14 ways to say hello and each way has very strict rules (needless to say, I never learned how to say hello...).  The high school girls wear these white silk flowing dress-pant things that you see in the movies (the whole damn country is strait out of a movie!), and when they ride their bikes they sit upright with absolutely perfect posture and hold the tresses of their dresses to the handlebars.  So elegant!  The entire country is so GREEN (my favorite color!).  In a way, if I were an American GI, getting shot in a rice paddy might not be such a bad way to go considering that every field feels so vibrant! (Contrasted against getting IEDed along some desert road outside of Baghdad).

    So that's what I've been up to lately!  In less than a week I'll be leaving Thailand for the last time in 2007, bound for Nepal.  My plans are in flux right now, but here's my best guess at what the path home holds for me:

    3 weeks in Nepal
    2 weeks in Tibet
    4 weeks in North India
    2 weeks in the Middle East

    Back to the US around July 20th
    Back to Colorado around July 28th

    In one word: Whhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!!


Wednesday, 03 January 2007

  • Conspiracy Theories

    Hi everyone.

    So yes, I know that I haven't blogged in a while. Yes, I do have crazy stories to share, but for I think I will maintain the silence a little while longer.  Sometimes you just need to live a life first and write the memoirs afterwards, right?

    The real reason I wanted to write was because I have a theory that I need to get down on paper with a time stamp on it so that I can say "I told you so" if I am right and, if I am wrong, at least take credit for an active imagination.

    So there are these bombs going off in Bangkok.  Kind of a surprise - Bangkok hasn't seen anything like this in decades.  But the big mystery is who the hell is doing it?  Well, I have a genuine conspiracy theory for you.

    Right now, there are three major players: the diposed Prime Minister Taksin (currently in London); the Islamic separatists in the south, and the military government. 

    Now, the first question that we should ask is who stands to gain the most from bombing Bangkok?  The logical answer is the Muslims.  I think that it's safe to say that terrorism has been widely adopted within the Muslim world as a means of political protest, an scarring the shit out of your opponent's civilian population certainly can have the power to force change. 

    Yet the attacks in Bangkok carry few of the markers of Islamic terrorism.  To begin with, while making a bomb is relatively easy, making one that you can trasport is considerably more difficult, especially if you have to transport it from the south and get it through military and police check points without giving yourself away or accidentally blowing yourself up.  Making the small, triggered bombs that were used in Bangkok usually requires a specialist.  Most people in the south are poor and uneducated (thanks to the government neglect they are rebelling against).  Al-Qaeda has been known to supply specialists to the Islamists in the south through Jerimayah Islamiah, but there have been few recent indications that JI has been sending a lot of its highly prized specialists to Thailand (they have their own problems, dealing with a government crackdown in their base country of Indonesia).

    Ok, so if they weren't made in the south and transported here, then they were probably constructed in Bangkok.  But the problem with this is that the Muslim community is small and highly scruitinized in Bangkok, making it unlikely that they could have built six plus bombs with no one knowing.

    Next problem: mounting a coordinated terror attack (especially six bombs within a few minutes) is hard.  It requires using doing a lot of planning, which leads to a lot of chatter, which makes it easy for governments get wind of it.  It also requires a disciplined group of bombers, something that the south is not known for (most of the attacks are single uncoordinated attacks).  Since it wasn't a suicide bombing, it also requires technology (either timers or remote triggers), again suggesting the input of a specialist. 

    Also, look at the size of the bombs.  They were nothing like the IEDs that commonly go off in Iraq.  They had the explosive power of a grenade - deadly for sure, but by no means the best way of inflicting massive civilian casualties (which is usually the goal in Islamic terror attacks).  I'm not going to say that these were for show, but I will say that if I were waging Jihad, I would have used bigger ones.

    Next, the general who stagged the coup was a Muslim and, with him in power, there has been wide hope in the south that now would be a good time to get political concessions from his government.  Why bomb someone who could be your benefactor?

    But the biggest indication is that no one from the south has taken credit for the bombings.  Think about it - if you are waging Jihad, what's the point in bombing someone and then keeping quiet about it?  How does that help you advance your political agenda?  If you're going to terrorize a population, then you want them to know who they should be afraid of.  Historically, almost all of the attacks by southern insurgents have been claimed by one group or another (often more than one group!) within 24 hours, yet I haven't heard a single murmer from any southern group.  And, because of the aforementioned difficulties, launching six simultaneous attacks is worth bragging rights, and you can be sure Al Qaeda would be on top of that if they were behind it.

    No, I do not think that it was the Muslims.

    Next: Thaksin.  Him and his supporters have been targeted by the military regime as the most likely culprit, but that doesn't make much sense either.  For sure, Taksin had some corrupt people in his camp that lost a lot of money and power when the coup happened, and it's plausible that they could lash out randomly, but this doesn't fit their bill either.  The Taksin supporters the regime is accusing got into power through the manipulation of power.  Through money and corruption and mafia games.  While not all of them are bad guys, among the ones that are bad guys, assasinations, bribes, intimidation, black mail, etc. are the primary weapons.  Terrorism is a political game that none of them have experience with - it's too sloppy, too uncontrolled to try to scare the entire population and achieve any kind of specific goal.

    Indeed, the primary goal of the people in the Taksin camp is self-interest.  Most of them are buisnessmen; they want power and money - they have no ideological loyalties.  The party that Taksin controlled, Thai Rak Thai, was created using Thaksin's personal fortune for the sole purpose of getting him and his cronies elected.  Members of the party had no ideological platorm - if you wanted power (and therefore money), you joined TRT.  And for buisnessmen who are solely interested in money and power, bombing Bangkok is bad buisness - it scares away the tourists, keeps the investors leery, stunts the markets, etc. You'd be shooting yourself in the foot.

    The timing is also inconvenient.  Right now, the general who staged the coup is on the Hajj in Saudi Arabia.  Since the last coup happened while Taksin was out of the country, it seems to make sense that Thaksin could stage a counter-coup with General Sonti was making his pilgrimage (why he chose to do it immediately after staging a coup I'll never understand, unless he's in on my conspiracy theory).  But of course the army was ready for that and the only way a counter coup could have worked was if it was the whole deal - troops loyal to Taksin shooting at troops loyal to Sonti and visa versa.  Setting off random bombs among the populace has nothing to do with a counter coup - indeed, if they were to do that, it would most likely damage their cause.

    No, I do not think it was Taksin or his supporters.

    That leaves only one major player: the Sonti military regime.  Right now the country is in the process of restarting the government.  They created a ruling council first.  Now they are recreating a parliament.  The military guys say they want to return power to the democracy ASAP, but of course you should never take such claims at face value.  For one thing, they know that if they were to return to democracy and hold elections right now, Taksin would run again and would win again (he has strong constituency in the provinces).  So they need to find a way to rig the system so that he can't win again.  For another thing, what better way for a military regime to retain power then to come to Bangkok's rescue and pose as necessary protectors against an invisible and nefarious enemy? 

    I think you can see where I'm going.  In short, I think that the bombers were elements in the military that want to strengthen the current regime and discredit Thaksin by using him as a scapegoat. The military folks are not buisnessmen and thus have little regard for the economic fallout of bombing Bangkok.  They have the expertise and access to resources to build small, remotely detonated bombs that would get the point across without killing scores of people, and they could do it under the intelligence radar.  Doing it while Gen Sonti was out of the country helps to cast blame on Thaksin, who wouldn't in his right mind try to stage a counter coup now unless he was willing to take the country into civil war (which I don't think he is).  The military has the most to gain from bombs going off in Bangkok, therefore I think it is them.  That's my conspiracy theory - we'll see how things play out!

Sunday, 19 November 2006

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    Community in Krabi

     Part Two of my healing experience begins in the mythical land of Krabi, Thailand.  Years ago, Krabi was a small fishing village that nobody knew about.  These days, it's becoming the number one spot on the South Coast because of it's amazing beaches, towering limestone cliffs, and fine weather.  One special spot within this tropical paradise is Ton Sai beach.  In actuality, it is the worst of all the beaches in the area (littered with dead corral - a casualty of fishing with dynamite), but this actually serves as an asset since Ton Sai is also the center for Thai rock climbing, and climbers are known, beyond their titanic egos, for blowing all their money on gear long before they touch any rocks!


    Bernhart Showing Us How It's Done

    The rock climbing here is truly extraordinary.  There is an entire community of climbers that come here every year and stay for months, testing themselves on some of the most challenging sport climbing routes in the world.  There are over 250 bolted routes, and they are constantly rebolting routes and opening new ones up (the environmental impact of drilling all these ugly bolts into the rock face has been casually ignored in true Thai fashion).  While there are a handful of 5.10 - 5.11 routes (my level of climbing), the overhanging rocks, stalactites, and sharp limestone walls demand much more upper body strength and make most of the routes significantly more difficult.  There are even routes here rated at 5.14 or more (8C+ on the French scale, only one step away from the most difficult climb currently in existence).  There are also routes with two or three pitches (sections) to them that will deposit you on cliffs hundreds of feet above the ocean.  One guy even base jumped off of it!


    Crux

    Climbing aside, even though Ton Sai is significantly cheaper than the surrounding beaches, make no mistake - this is the most expensive region in Thailand. Since the beach is only accessible by boat, basic expenses like food, water, soap, etc. can suck your wallet dry in a matter of days.  So in preparation, I arrived in Ton Sai with an extra bag packed full of basic supplies, including about 20 lbs of fruit (what's paradise without ambrosia?).  On the boat ride over, I met a Spanish woman living in Northern India who invited me to stop by in the morning for free yoga lessons (score!) and who also lead me to the sweetest bungalows in Ton Sai!

    In SE Asia, bungalow shopping is truly an art.  The cheapest ones usually run about 3-4 dollars a night.  They usually have concrete floors, walls made of woven bamboo, a bathroom made of PVC pipes and tin roofing, a resident colony of cockroaches, and no windows.  Light seldom reaches into this damp, claustrophobic cave because the electricity only comes on for a couple of hours a night.  In all likelihood, the mattress is infested with bed bugs (yes, they really do exist, and they will leave you looking like you caught small pox) and/or rats, and the sheets probably haven't been changed since THAT couple locked themselves in the room and didn't emerge for three days.


    Power's Out Again...

    By contrast, the place Maria took me to was spacious, had wood floors, a tile bathroom, a clean mattress with new sheets and a new mosquito net, a porch, and best of all - huge windows with great lighting!  All for only five bucks a night!  Or so I thought.  It turns out that High Season (distinct from 'high season' in the same way that God is very different from god, with the capitalized form afforded a similar degree of reverence/obsession) was on the horizon and that prices were set to quadruple.  But thankfully, within minutes of arriving I ran into my Alaskan friend Rhema (the two of us have been randomly running into each other all across Thailand for the past two months).  The two of us (and eventually her cousin Eivin as well) split the cost of the bungalow.  The resort also gave us a good deal because they loved the fact that I am half white and can speak a bit of Thai now.  At times I felt like the paparazzi was outside my window, but really it was just the Thai girls that do the laundry giggling.


    Home Gym in our Bungalow

    With a place to call home, our crew began to increase.  Eivin showed up from Alaska, bringing with him the wonderful art that has become my new obsession: poi.  I met two great Austrian guys, Bernhart and Ernest - who I went climbing with almost every day.  Maria and I met another Spaniard named Gorka, and the three of us went off on an adventure to find a fabled lagoon behind the mountains.  The South African guys Izan and Jeff set up a candle lit jam session on the beach for everyone to chill at.  Even Jon and Maria from Sweden (the chillest couple I know!) showed up to partake in the fun!  With all of these great people around, Ton Sai began to feel like our own little community.


    Gorka and I Searching for Lost Lagoons


    Eivin Performing for Us

    This feeling accelerated when we found the Country Side Resort.  A small restaurant located up in the jungle, this place was hands down the best Thai restaurant on any of the beaches.  Once we found it, we never when anywhere else.  The food was that good!  Especially their creamy mango shakes... we just couldn't get enough of them!  And the owners loved us too, because every time we came back we brought more people with us until we'd have 10 to 15 people at a single table.  We definitely got special treatment, and they made everyone a special dessert on the night we departed to say good bye!


    The Setting Sun at Low Tide over Ton Sai

    I am passionate about the power of communities and the power of nature.  This small group of good people went much further at healing my city-battered spirit than any other factor, though the physical exhilaration of getting back into shape, becoming a progressively better rock climber every day, swimming in warm blue-green water, and exploring the jungle definitely helped.  If you are ever feeling broken and battered, my best advice is to get a group of good people together, find a place of great natural beauty (be it the beach, a mountain, a forest, etc.), and play together.  You can play professional rock climber or beach volleyball extraordinaire, Lewis and Clark or Jack and Jill.  But whatever role you assume, get your body moving and open yourself up to your peers, because I believe that true health is seldom an individual exercise.

     
    The Crew


    Sending up Hot Air Lanterns during the Loy Kratong Festival 

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