San Francisco

Evan and I arrived home in San Francisco after a year and two months of traveling in late November of 2009. Subsequently, we forgot all about blogging. Or rather, this blog.

If you're still interested in daily snapshots, I'm posting a photo a day over at Quotidian Photography. Come check it out. Otherwise, we probably won't post anything more here. Sorry. Thanks for all your support during our year abroad!

Northern Vietnam

Today we finish our time in Northern Vietnam, and make our way by overnight bus down to Hue, the old capital of Vietnam. I don't have a lot of internet time, but we have absolutely loved our time here, and packed it to the gills with everything we have done.

I leave you with this picture of Ha Long Bay, which we visited a few days ago.

Viet Nam

Well we have left Thailand. We have finished teaching and decided to do a little bit of traveling before we head back to the states. Our first stop is Vietnam, from which I am writing this post. Jessica and I will be here for one month starting in Hanoi and finishing in Ho Chi Minh City. Afterwards we will go briefly to Cambodia and then spend three weeks traveling though Europe.

While we both loved Thailand we are glad to have the opportunity to see more of Asia before we go home. Especially a country which is involved in a very important piece of U.S. history.

The people here in Vietnam are quite friendly, though abrupt and the scienery is amazing. I'm sorry I don't have any pictures to put up at the moment but within the next four days we should have something. In less than an hour will we be climbing aboard a train for a nighttime journey to a montainous region called Sapa.

Myanmar Post 5: Inle Lake

Well here is our final post from Myanmar, location Inle Lake. We spent two full days here at the lake, which is situated nearly 3000ft above sea level. Due to the altitude and being in the northern part of Myanmar the weather was cool and refereshing. We also received a break from the heat and humidity from the week before. We arrived in the late afternoon from Bagan. This bus ride was one to remember.

We woke up at 3:00am expecting the bus to arrive at 3:30am, but of course it didn't and were not picked up until 4:00am. After that we had to pick up two other groups of travelers and spent an hour at a bus station waiting for the bus to fill up. At 5:30am we finally started on our journey. Let me back track a little and describe the bus we are now riding. First and most important, no air conditioning. Second, the bus was 7' wide; in between were crammed four seats and an aisle. Third, half of the curtains on the bus were falling off and most of the fans did not work either. Now this bus ride lasted around 13 hours, and the road we followed was a winding, dirt, extremely bumpy road. I don't remember the numbers exactly at the moment, but at the time I figured out our average miles per hour were less than 19. Every bus ride we went on in Myanmar someone was getting sick. At this point in our trip Jessica and I had purchased some Dramamine so we were good on that front, however the lady across the aisle from us was not doing too well. She regurgitated the contents of her stomach at least three times, but the worst part was that she used the curtan as a napkin to clean off her face after the "incidents".

Finally in the late afternoon we finished our bus ride only to find out that we needed to ride for another hour in the back of a pickup truck to get to the lake. Even after all the time and work it took to get to the lake, Jessica and I were very happy that we took the time. Inle Lake was one of the most spectacular places that we visited in Myanmar. Below are some pictures of where we went while we were there.

This is the road to and from the lake, and was one of the better dirt roads that we had been on.

Jessica and I rented bikes one days and rode partially around the lake and up to a temple. An hour into our bike ride, Jessica mentioned that she didn't remember that bike riding was so hard. She was also a bit embarrassed about her trouble, so we stopped and I took a look at her bicycle only to find that the bearing on the front wheel was totally destroyed. The wheel barely turnd and it wobbled all over the place while it turned. Jessica and I switched bikes and I rode hers back to the bike shop and we asked for a new bike. (Editor's note: $1 a day to rent a bike. Not bad!)

When we arrived at the temple we were attacked by a horde of little puppies. All very cute and barking with little puppy barks. Their mother looked on unhappily, but she let us pet the puppies.

At Inle Lake there is an old monastery, and at this monastery they train cats to do jumping tricks. People call this place the Jumping Cat Monastery. We watched two shows and they were a lot of fun. They also told us that some sort of disease had been through the monastery a couple of months before our arrival which killed off most of the cats. Most of the cats that remained were kittens who were removed from the monastery when the disease came through.

A picture of Jess during our boat tour of the lake.

A picture of me during our boat tour of the lake.

A small canal off to the side of the main road approaching the lake.

Next to the temple was a really nice hotel, which also had rooms right out on the lake.

Jessica's "new" bicycle.

ALL of the steps to the top of the temple.

Looking out from the temple at the lake.

More pictures from the side of the road.

Views from the lake as we took our boat tour.

Jessica and I purchased the "upgraded" boat tour, which cost $5 more, and we were take up small side streams up to another old temple area similar to Bagan. Every few hundred feet there were hand-built dams in the canal to keep the water level high enough, and it was amazing to charge through the opening with the boat we were on.

Some local wild life. What we were not able to get pictures of were the hundreds of dragon flies that were hovering in the air.

Pictures of the lake.

Well that was our trip to Inle Lake. Jessica and I were sad to go, especially knowing that we were going back to hot and muggy Yangon.

Myanmar Post 4: Bagan

We arrived in Bagan under cover of night. But still, they were waiting for us. They knew we were coming. Had someone warned them beforehand? Or perhaps, had they memorized the boat schedule? Who knows?

(The boat only arrives twice a week, so . . . )

All I know is, when we attempted to get off the boat we were eagerly greeted by a multitude (just typed 'mutidude' and, yes, they were all men, but I'm getting off topic here . . .) of horse and cart drivers who were hoping to drive us to our guesthouse and then secure our business for the next few days in Bagan.

Evan and I weren't really all that taken with the one who ended up taking us to our guesthouse, so we declined to engage his services for the next day. Instead, we asked our guesthouse if they knew a driver (surprise! they did). And he ended up being pretty awesome.

Anyway, we set off in our horse and cart to see some of the over 2000 temples which lie in less than 16 square miles. Since we only had two days to see temples, we had to hustle. We started off with an old temple that was fully restored, the Shwezigon Paya.
Looks pretty modern, doesn't it? Well, fortunately it was almost the only one.

Temples were just everywhere. Popping up like freckles on my skin when I'm in the sun for longer than five minutes. Okay, maybe not the best metaphor. But you know what I mean. Check it out.


Oh yeah, no shoes in the temples. No problem, right? Not for me, generally. I have no problem taking my shoes off to show respect.

But . . .

When the temperature is well over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and the sun is shining down on the pavement and tiles and other stuff that lines the pathways outside of the temples . . . the pathways get kind of hot. Like, surface of the sun hot. We tried running at breakneck speed from one spot of shade to the next (the ubiquitous buskers laughed at us), but sometimes even that wasn't fast enough. Evan was particularly wussy about this.


Also, check out what shoes he was wearing. I know I've blogged about his footwear choices before, but to wear shoes and socks all day, and then take them off at each temple (we probably visited at least 20 the first day), that's a special kind of insanity.

(With respect for your delicate sensibilities, I have not enlarged the photos of shoes. You're welcome.)

Here were my shoes. A little old and ratty maybe (they have since gone to meet the big shoemaker in the sky; they didn't survive a trip into the ocean on Koh Samet), but certainly easy to take off and put back on.

Okay, and some more pictures of temples for you. A lot of them had elaborate gates, I assume to keep unwanted visitors out.

Some had gold trim.

Quite a few had large stone lions to scare off any riffraff. (That's our horse and cart driver over there, to the left. Say hello!)

An old bell.

A very large sitting buddha.

Another old bell. Am I boring you here? I'm sorry, I promise no more bells, ok? I just get so caught up in all the memories.

Lacquerware is an art form that is still practiced in Myanmar, although most of the lacquerware on the streets or in the markets is only one or two layers and isn't the real thing. But Evan and I got to go to a laquerware 'factory' to see the whole process, where they produced some high end product that was 14 layers, and then some more sort of nice everyday product that was 8 layers.

We bought some lacquered glasses that were 8 layers. We couldn't afford the 14 layer stuff. We're not made of money. The shop owner (who spoke excellent English, despite a repaired harelip that left him with a strong speech impediment) said that most of his 14 layer lacquerware was shipped out of the country and sold in Europe or the USA. So you might have some!

Here are a couple pictures of the women working on it. It is fantastically detailed work.


And after that? More temples!




I'm not sure what else to say. More temples. That's all there is to say.



And more . . .

Here's our horse and cart again.

And that concludes day one of our trip to Bagan, at least in pictures. After we finished seeing temples, we went back to our guesthouse and took a much-needed shower (we looked at a thermometer in the shade during one of the cooler parts of the day and it was 104 degrees F). Then we set out for dinner at one of the tourist joints (pretty much all that was available to us). We settled on a Nepalese/Tibetan restaurant that had excellent food. We were very impressed.

The next day we started with a drive through a tree lined road, and our horse cart driver turned to Evan, and casually asked, "Are you married?"

This is a question we get all the time in Asia. Dealing with it can be tricky, as our views on marriage are not the same as the prevailing customs here.

"No," Evan said, and smiled.

"Later . . ." our driver suggested.

"Yes, later . . . maybe," Evan said.

Our driver looked at him and said, "Say later, not maybe. Myanmar people think if you say maybe, something will come between you. Better to say later. If you say maybe to a Myanmar woman she will be very angry."

Evan agreed, "Ok, later then."

(Poor Evan! I was sitting in the back of the cart, so I stayed silent. Still, a fascinating fact about Burmese culture.)

And here is a view out one of the windows in one of the temples.

And a view out one of the doors.

And a hole in the wall.

And a ceiling, which used to be much more brightly painted but has faded over the centuries.

A buddha. There are always many in every temple.

Another buddha.

An view out one of the windows on the second floor of a temple.

Another buddha. And Evan in front of it. I later learned that it's very rude to take someone's picture in front of a statue of a buddha, so . . . oops. We did it. Sorry.

Strangely enough, Indiana Jones was there. I wonder what he was doing?

And Evan in front of a temple. You may notice that we have way more pictures of Evan than we have pictures of me. This is not my fault. And unfortunately, when he does take pictures of me, they all tend to turn out blurry. And then . . . I tend to delete them. Because no one looks good blurry.

And the last temple of the day. We were ready to go back to the guesthouse, relax, and take a shower at this point. We had had enough temples to fill several lifetimes. (Shot with my Leica as the XSI was out of batteries. Can you tell the difference?)
That's it for Bagan! We went back, had a shower, ate at the delicious Tibetan/Nepalese restaurant again, and went to bed.

Then we woke up at 3 am to catch a bus for Inle Lake, but that is a story best told in the next blog post, by Evan . . . Until then.