Monday, February 7, 2011

Laos Laos

Laos (pronounced "Lau") is a country to the north of Thailand, west of Vietnam, and south of China. It's sparse population, lack of economic strength, and proximity to the high profile nations around it keeps it overlooked by much of the world. Admittingly, before I began researching destinations for my travels, I didn't even know it existed! As the most heavily bombed country in history (many of the bombs during the Vietnam war where actually dropped across the border in Laos) the history of this nation is sad and troubling. However, the people hold no grudge and moving through the rural villages you are struck by the sense that the locals are content living their lives apart from the rest of the world...








Same Same but Different

Same Same but Different

Can you believe it? It's now been more than 6 months (over half a year) since I've set out on this journey and taken held of the opportunity to travel around the globe!  In some ways it feels like the time has simply flown by in the blink of an eye, while at others, my departure from the life I call "home" feels like a lifetime ago.  

It has been sometime now since I've posted a entry with more than just a snippet or new batch of photos of my most recent exploits.  Though I've been anxious to convey more, my time has simply been occupied and focused on living the adventures out: Experiencing first, sharing later!  Already past the halfway point of my journey I'm due to reveal a thought or two :)

Spanning four continents, 18 timezones, and 16 countries to-date, my time vagabonding around the world has continued to provide excitement & adventure, challenges & growth, new acquaintances made & friendships forged.  I've traveled now through western nations, eastern nations, and a few in-between.... By plane, bus, train, taxi, ferry, donkey, camel, boat, tuk-tuk, elephant, motorbike, and by foot... Through Democratic governments, Peoples Republics, Kings Kingdoms, and Communist nations... I've been in nations known as Christian, predominately Muslim, overwhelmingly Buddhist, and devoutly Hindu... And, I have trekked over mountains, along rivers & canyons, across lakes & lochs, across streets & under them,  up hills & downhills, above sea level & below, through desert dunes & beach sands, and around both tropical jungles & jungles of the concrete variety.  All along the way I've rubbed elbows with people from varying walks of life, backgrounds, color, faith, language, sexual orientation, and culture.  To think about all that has occurred in these last few months relative to "normal" life makes me simply lay back in my chair, stare up at the ceiling, close my eyes, wrinkle my brow, smile broadly and whisper to myself "Wow!"

While there are times I wished I had some deeper "earth-shattering" epiphany during these travels, or question wether I should be traveling with a more defined purpose, so far one of the greatest, albeit simple, realizations for me is to know I've arrived at a place where I'm content just living it out: Being in the 'here and now' without over-analyzing and putting a burden of expectation on me or my circumstances.  It is pretty interesting to catch yourself in discomfort or fear or potential disappointment and turn it into a "well this is an experience you don't have everyday" or "that's a story that'll blow my friends minds" or you just laugh because of how bizarre the situation you find yourself in is!

As different as the world and the people who inhabit it are, the truth I've come to realize is that we are far more similar than we tend to think.  Even when the differences seem unreconcilable and beyond understanding there is great benefit in gaining a respectful  appreciation for the differing/opposing idea or way.  While there are many ideas I could express here about what I have been thinking/realizing as of recent, there is one main idea that has continued to bubble to the surface - this concept of gained APPRECIATION!

When you are taken out of your routine, your environment, your comfort zone and place yourself amongst strangers in strange places halfway around the world you become "the outsider." Being the outsider requires you to face situations in a different way and calls one to keenly observe the norms of the people you find yourself surrounded by.  Seeking to understand new body language, attitudes, religious sensitivities, cultural practices and the like are all part of the daily routine you take for granted you need not concern yourself with in your typical routine at home.  And, in examining the practices of others the natural response is to evaluate it against your own ways, opinions, and biases.  In a strange twist of irony in seeking to understand others you come to a greater realization of yourself!

We may eat different foods, speak different languages, hold dissimilar values, or adhere to varying spiritual philosophies but, the truth is, we ALL eat, speak, hold things important, and strive to come to terms with our existence.  Aside from our governments (and a few nut cases), people universally want happiness, freedom, and bright futures for their people.  The slower you move you observe that the changes that make us seemingly so different occur in baby steps: The physical features, languages & dialects, diets, and practices of people morph and evolve ever so slowly from place to place.  Fortunately, borders are lines on a map that you fail to see as a traveler on the ground.        

Be it cultural, political, religious, or otherwise... there is great value in learning the practice of appreciation (and it's cousin acceptance).  Like our human DNA, we are all 99% alike... it is only the last 1% where we become "different." If, we as humankind were able to grasp this truth, I believe much of the problems the world faces could be vastly improved and disagreements rectified.  It'd be great if everyone could spend the better part of a year abroad as it helps crush stereotypes & misconceptions and opens your perspective to a whole new level of appreciating our multi cultural global society. As they say here in Asia... "Same Same but Different."  Or, think of it this way... We are all "Different Different but The Same!"

Though the road is long and I find myself more consistently yearning for the friends/family/familiarities of home, a return to Indonesia, followed by months in Australia, New Zealand, and Tahiti lie ahead. While the rugged traveling into unchartered territory may be over I look forward to the upcoming months of surf & sun.  If, in addition to the discovery of new places/faces/experiences, traveling yields the opportunities to break free from the complacency of routine then the natural by-product (and hidden treasure) of travel is the opportunity to think, feel, reflect, ponder, dream, process, and prepare in new ways.  I've mentioned it here before, and at the risk of being redundant, I know that much of what I am benefiting from during this time is not necessarily the growth I realize in the day-to-day or month-to-month but the many experiences, ideas, and questions that I will carry with me into my future.  My hope is that the concepts of appreciation and acceptance will aid me to become a greater loving, larger thinking, more whole individual.

Beyond agreeing or understanding or disinterest in the very valid views/beliefs/faith of others there lies the act of appreciation; of seeing others for who they are and recognizing their proper value.  As stated by one of histories most famous world travelers I leave you with these words of wisdom - "Traveling is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness." (Mark Twain)

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Faces of Thailand

Women in Traditional Dress at Mong Village New Year Celebration


Young Mong Boy

Watching his top spin


New Year Celebration

Racing wooden carts downhill

Elephant Mahout (Trainer)

Women in Traditional Thai Village

Grandma and Granddaughter

Long-neck lady from Karen Hilltribe

Elderly Long-neck lady


Noom - Thai guide extraordinaire 

Master Basketmaker




Sunday, January 9, 2011

Elephant in the Room

It has been an action packed day here around Chiang Mai... After researching a bit about the exploitation of the animals at most of the typical tourist "elephant activities" here in Thailand and, acting on a recommendation from my fellow traveler friend Rory (an Aussie girl I meet while traveling in Italy), I chose to visit the conservation-minded ELEPHANT NATURE PARK in the beautiful Mae Taeng Valley an hour north from the city.  Along with a small group of visitors, my day was spent learning about, feeding, bathing, and photographing the magnificent Asian Elephant!  Here are some images captured from the day:












Some random Asian Elephant Facts:
  • Asian Elephants have a gestation period of 22 months.
  • Babies nurse for up to 3 years.
  • A full grown Asian Elephant adult weighs between 3-4 tons.
  • Only the males have tusks.
  • Trunks can hold up to two gallons of water.
  • Asian Elephants have a fingerlike feature on the end of their trunk that they can use to grab small items (African elephants have two).
  • They eat 10% of their body weight per day on a strictly vegetarian diet.
  • Only sleep 4 hours per night.
  • Asian Elephants can live to ages of between 80-100 years.
  • Intelligence comparable to that of dolphins and whales.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Here Kitty kitty...

"It's not that I don't like cats... I just prefer dogs."  Well, unless they are of the large orange & black striped variety of course!  I am back in Thailand and had the opportunity yesterday to interact up close & personal with these amazing creatures at the Tiger Kingdom here in Chiang Mai:








Tuesday, January 4, 2011

In Bali...

In Bali... when you kindly attempt to ignore someone trying to sell you something on the street with a "Sorry, no thank you, no money..." they jump at the opportunity to exclaim one of their favorite expressions - "NO Money, NO Honey!" For the fortunate, the expression is delivered through a large giggling grin of rotten teeth :)

In Bali... as in most of SouthEast Asia, they don't use chopsticks, they to in fact have cutlery. Except, instead of the fork being the primary utensil, the spoon is the one that you bring to your mouth!

In Bali... mopeds are called "motorbikes." They are the most common means of transportation because they are relatively inexpensive, fuel-efficient, and faster to get around.  They have no problem piling on tall cages of chickens, long stacks of lumber, or the full family of six (babies & toddlers included) and weaving leisurely in & out of traffic. You learn fast that driving your motorbike faster is actually safer.  A surfboard strapped to the side, cows roaming the side of the roads, afternoon thunderstorms (along with them the imperative poncho flapping around), masses of trucks/cars/other motorbikes, and the occasionally large pothole only makes your 80 kilometer per hour daily commute more interesting!

In Bali... the police don't seem to care if you speed, drive in the middle of the road, or weave dangerously through traffic.  When you come to a red light though make sure no matter what you don't roll one iota past the white strip on the ground for this is the 'worst' traffic violation you can make.  If a cop walks over to you, grabs you by the shoulder, and tries to point you to the side just ignore him... and gun the accelerator when the light turns green. Trust me!  

In Bali... the best way to get petrol (gasoline) isn't at the common gas station... No, it is from one of the locals at one of the unlimited huts along the side of the road where petrol is displayed and sold in 1 or 2 liter glass bottles (old Absolut Vodka being the bottle of choice) for 50 cents a liter.  Just pull over next to the curb, fill up, and go!

In Bali... any occasion worthy of celebration involves fireworks.  And The New Year happens to be a BIG occasion. Since arriving two weeks before the calendar change I've born witness every night, come rain or moonshine, the sight & sound of fireworks throughout the land.  Come New Years Eve I don't think Disneyland could hold a candle to the eruption of light & smoke that took place!  

In Bali... unless you are in an area that caters to foreigners, they use "squat toilets." Next to each is a large tub of water and a small pal. Most of the time there's no toilet paper. You simply uh, well, proceed with caution!  FYI - That's why you don't shake with your left hand!

In Bali... they play crazy remixed techno club dance music in the grocery stores... Wether it is some psychological ploy to make you buy more or to keep the high ratio of workers to shoppers from falling asleep at the check out stand I can't say. But what I do know is that when you're walking down the aisle to grab a snack you just can't help but bust out a robot move or two!

In Bali... they figured out a way to keep the cost of movie cinemas way down... They just don't have'um! And, why would they when for $1 you can buy any movie you want (including just released pictures) at one of the numerous DVD stands in every town? So they might skip/freeze on you, or the profile of a person getting up and crossing screen occurs half way through the flick... Oh well!  

In Bali... there are many foreigners: Mostly Japanese and Australian tourists.  Whenever you meet a local they inevitably ask you two questions: 'What is your name?' and 'Where are you from?' To the first my reply is "Natan" as the "th" sound just doesn't work in Bahasa.  To the second I say "Guess!??" So far 5 out of 5 times the guess is Mexico! Mexico!?! When I laugh and ask after if they've ever met (or even heard of) a visitor from Mexico in Bali they smile and offer a simple -  "Well, no!"  My ability to elude continues...