Friday, November 21, 2014

Good Mooooorrrning, Vietnam!

This was my kind of day, the modern history nerd in me was incredibly happy. I once took a university course based just the Vietnam War, so it was pretty interesting to visit the War Remnants Museum and the Chu Chi Tunnels today. :)

The War Remnants Museum houses a whole whack of American bombers, helicopters, flame throwers, and tanks on the outside. I went a little photo happy. But when you go inside, you're hit with hundreds of pictures of the atrocities committed by US troops during the war. Made me feel a little gross that I took so many picture of the artillery outside.

American tanks leftover from the Vietnam War
One of the most interesting galleries was the one showcasing photos of victims of Agent Orange. Agent Orange was a chemical dropped on the Vietnamese by the Americans during the Vietnam War. It contains dioxin and causes many deformities and developmental problems to those directly and even indirectly through second generation exposure (passed on through the parents initial exposure, working in contaminated agriculture, etc). 4.8 million Vietnamese were exposed and I even saw a picture of a girl born with no arms/legs (just stumps) in 2008! While the museum didn't really capture my interest for too long, it was really interesting to see the war from solely at Vietnamese point-of-view. This was even more apparent at the Củ Chi Tunnels.

A tour to the Củ Chi tunnels was next on our Vietnam War History itinerary . The tunnels (which are in the Củ Chi area) are an example of and homage to the elaborate tunnel system and guerrilla warfare tactics that the Viet Cong used during the war. At the beginning of the tour, you were shown a very dated, propaganda film about Củ Chi and glorifying killing the "American Devils". Quite different than what would be in an American textbook, I bet.

A volunteer demonstrates how they popped in and out of the tunnels
They demonstrated how they popped out of the holes and camouflaged them. They showed us ways that the Viet Cog survived living underground to avoid detection (such as using termite mounds to disguise air holes and then using dead GI clothing and soap to throw off the scent of dogs trying  to sniff out the air holes). They even showed us the different types of booby traps they used and how they made them.

I couldn't believe how ingenuous they were. They only had AK-47s to combat against machine guns and tanks. So they had to use guerrilla tactics and booby traps to defeat their enemy. They sharpened metal taken off the enemy into sticks which they would then line the bottom of traps with. If they didn't have metal, they'd use sharpened bamboo. They'd take unexplored bombs, cut them open, take the bomb powder and make their own delayed mines to take down tanks. Even though they were slaughtered 10 Viet Cong to 1 GI, the fact that they even killed any seemed a great feat to me.

Bamboo spiked booby traps
I find it incredibly lucky that I am visiting a country and locations that I studied in university. It's amazing to physically be somewhere that you've read about. Facts keep flying into my head throughout the trip and as soon as I read something I go, oh yeah! I remember that! Once a (history) nerd, always a nerd it seems. :)

Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh, Ho Chi Minh is gonna win!

Welcome to Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam! The formerly named city of Saigon, was a welcome relief after the kind of drudging, on-the-rise but still a bit dodgy, Phnom Penh. We had learned our lesson about taking cheap buses (the bus ride from Siem Reap to PP was in a word, Brutal) so our more expensive $14 ride was much nicer. We met some new travel friends along the way (hi Cheryl and Magnus!) and hung out with them later that evening at a fun bar up on the top floor of a hotel. It had a great view of the skyline and pretty cheap beer! Darts, Jenga and picking our own playlist were highlights.

Drinks with a view!
Our hotel is gorgeous compared to the last one. At $25 a night, it's a bit pricier than most but worth it. A/c, clean washrooms, super friendly staff and breakfast included. HCMC is a bustling town, with thousands of motorbikes racing around in a more organized fashion than in Cambodia. You have to be super careful about bag and camera snatching too, so more often than not, I left my camera back in the hotel and had my money/iPod in my bra.

Food wise, everyone seems super happy. I really liked the sandwiches (I had an amazing egg version) and the spring rolls. The buns they use here are incredible. Sometimes I just order a jam and baguette for breakfast.  I tried Banh Mi, a famous Vietnamese sandwich. Unfortunately for me, everytime I see pate, I think of cat food. If I got my mind around that, it was pretty good! I also tried Pho for the first time and while I'm not a big soup eater and didn't eat the pork part, it wasn't half bad! Unfortunately, the rest of the day I didn't feel great but that may have been a combo of hangover/sun/meat soup. Still haven't thrown up yet though! I think that's a record. My family always says "it's not a trip til Susan pukes". Ha.

Trying Pho for the first time!
Not many people seem to really enjoy HCMC because it's SO busy and a lot of the touristy type activities require you to leave the city on a bus tour. However, i like exporting cities and we have only been scammed once but at least he did it with a smile (we were overcharged at least 115% for coconut waters which we didn't even want). Also, we've found some cool public parks around the city with people playing badminton and greenery everywhere.

Eat your heart out, Edward Scissorhands
We visited some Vietnam War sites, as well as a Mekong River mini-trip, but I'll post more detailed ones about that later. I've reached the halfway point of my trip and cannot believe the reports of snow back home. I won't lie, I'm pretty pumped to be in a tank top and shorts right now.



Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Cambodian Adventures

Despite my last post, not everything in Cambodia was depressing. Nor was it only temples. We did a few other activities in our time in Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. 

Cooking Class

We went to a lunch cooking class at a restaurant called "Le Tigre de Papier".  Before donning our attractive red hats and aprons, we went on a market tour where they showed us what the ingredients looked like in the market. Then we chopped veggies, smushed ingredients with a mortar and pestle, simmered and cooked and presented our food. We cut and folded bamboo leaves into bowls and designs (not my strong suit) and carved little birds and flowers out of carrots (also, not my strong suit). 


Rolling Spring Rolls
We each got to pick an individual appetizer and entree as well as a group dessert to make. I chose veggie fresh spring-rolls (simpler to make than I thought!) and Fish Amok (a delicious Cambodian non-spicy curry style dish made with coconut milk, Palm sugar, garlic, tamarind and a few other things I can't remember). For dessert we made Mango Sticky Rice (so so so so good).The meal turned out to be the best meal we are and we made it ourselves (sort of).


I made these!
Pub Street

There is an area near the night market in Siem Reap called Pub Street. Teaming with tourists and tuk tuks, it is a drunken loud mess of a neighbourhood. We didn't go too crazy but enjoyed some of the 50 cent happy hour beers (apparently happy hour ran from 4-11pm - ha! Should be a happy evening!). 


50 cent beers!
Phare Show

One evening we went to the Phare Show. It was an acrobatic, theatrical performance with a social message put on by a theatre school that teaches to disadvantaged street youth. It provides them with training so that they can earn a living as an artist. The show was called Sokha and it was about a young girls experience living through the Khmer Rouge era and learning to live again afterwards. It was based on one of the founders of the school's life. It was really really good. Not only could you understand the plot without needing words (they used an interesting plot device with an artist doing live painting to indicate time changes) but the acrobatics were amazing too! A must see with a worthy cause if you visit Siem Reap. 

Seeing Hands Massage

I have never had a massage before. So why not have my first one be a socially responsible one? This organization trains people with vision impairments in massage and at $5/hr, Simon, Karen and I went for it. It was a modest room but we could do three people at once. It was pretty good! I have nothin to compare it to but I felt great afterwards!


...and it WAS very good!
Pool Time!

One evening in Phnom Penh, we were feeling particularly grimy and hot. A fancy hotel at the end of our street had a rooftop pool and a deal that if you paid $4, you could go swimming and get a free beer! So we jumped on in (literally). It was relaxing and nice. Great way to unwind at the end of a long day. :)

Next stop, Ho Chi Minh City and Vietnam!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

A Dark History of Cambodia

In my travels, I have had the opportunity to visit sites of extreme human atrocities. I have been to the Holocaust Museum in Berlin, Auschwitz in Poland, and the Terror Hanza in Budapest. Each has left a profound impact on me, both from a modern history student standpoint and a personal, emotional one. Visiting Auschwitz was one of the most powerful and impressionable experiences I have ever had. Today, I will add the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum and the Choeung Ek Memorial (the Killing Fields) in Cambodia to that list.

* I only took two photos during this visit. They are both at the entrances to the complexes. I did not feel comfortable taking photos in a place where so many people were killed. *

To give you some context, the Khmer Rouge were a communist revolutionary force that rose to power in 1975. Their leader, Pol Pot, wanted to radically revolutionize the nation by creating an "equalized" agricultural working class. To obtain this ideal society, he forcibly relocated everyone from the cities to the countryside and turned them into  slave labourers. Those who he deemed intellectuals, CIA/KGB spies, foreigners or even people with "soft hands and glasses" became enemies of the new regime and were tortured and killed. In their three year reign, it is believed that about 1.7 million Cambodians perished in this political genocide. 

We started off at the Tuol Sleng museum. This building complex used to be a high school before the Khmer Rouge took over the country. After, it turned into "Security Prison 21" or S-21, the largest torture and detention centre in the country. We didn't hire a guide and instead just walked through the buildings, reading the sparse signs and taking it all in. 

The entrance to Tuol Sleng museum
One building housed the torture cells, where all that remains were rusted beds and shackles with a picture of what the Vietnamese saw when they arrived (often a mutilated dead body on or beside the bed). The next building was one where they would hold mass amounts of people, upwards of 30 or 40 until there were rooms in cells for them. Now, it was filled with haunting photographs of the victims. They stare at you, young/old, male/female as you walk up and down the rooms. I found that to be very emotional. Each face is a different story and each face was systematically murdered only 40 years ago. In one room, they put stories to the names and included the biographies and "confessions" (often forced and untrue after torture) of the victims. The hardest one to read was of a 20 year old boy who had worked on a farm and was accused of stealing rice rations. He maintained his innocence throughout his confession. 

The next two buildings housed the cells, first brick ones and then wooden ones. There were barbed wire on the balconies so no one could throw themselves off the building and commit suicide. I actually started to have a bit of a panic attack in the wooden one hallway and had to leave. I felt very claustrophobic and way too empathetic. It was easy to imagine how horrible it must have been to stay there.

Out of approximately 17,000 prisoners in this detention centre, only seven survived. Of those seven, two were at the end of the museum. They had written books and posed for photographs. While I didn't buy a book or take a photo, when I waked by the less busy man, I gave him a polite head nod. He acknowledge and nodded back. Sometimes words can't be said. Sometimes nothing should be said.

After the prisoners time at Tuol Sleng, they were transported 17 km to Choeung Ek. They were told they were just being transferred to a different building, unbeknownst that they were being driven to a killing field. During the Khmer Rouge, there were numerous killing fields and mass graves across Cambodia. The Cambodian government decided to turn Choeung Ek into a memorial dedicated to all of them. That was next on our list.

At the entrance, there is a large Hindu stupa where you go to pay your respects.  Inside were the exhumed remains of 8,895 bodies they had recovered from the mass graves. They were arranged tastefully but honestly. They grouped different types of bones together on different platforms, indicated ages and genders on skulls and how they were killed. Some may think this morbid, but the memorial centre believes that we owe it to the victims to tell how they died. I agree. I mean, isn't that kind of why we have obituaries? 

The Stupa at Choeung Ek
For this memorial, we were given helpful audio guides. The difference between the Cambodia n killing fields and the concentration camps of WWII is that they didn't burn the bodies. Instead, they were thrown into mass graves. As you walk around the paths, you often step on or view bits of bone (I walked over a bit of a femur I think) and cloth that have been stuck on roots and are slowly being eroded to visibility. That was pretty heavy. It wasn't everywhere, it wasn't like you were crunching bones as you walked. There was a ton of greenery and trees with just wisps of the past hidden here and there. One mass grave, I saw half of a jawbone with some teeth in it. There was a tree that they called the "killing tree", where they would smash babies into and then threw them into a pit with their deceased mothers. Even though the children were innocents, "to kill the grass, one must pull out the root" they believed. No child would come back seeking revenge. Freaking heavy stuff.

As I walked around and listened to different stories and testimonies, one in particular stood out. It was called the "Magic Tree". It would hold giant speakers that played revolutionary anthems or songs to drown out the sounds of mass murder. They played a snippet of a song along with the sound of a generator and said "this is what the victims would have heard before they were killed". Looking around and listening to that sound made you feel like you were there.

The part that made me really angry during this tour is the fact that the four highest ranking Khmer Rouge leaders are still alive and only went on trial by tribunal in 2007. Pol Pot died in 1998 without any justice other than house arrest in the last year of his life. They are in their 80s now. The first case brought to trial judged Comrade Duch, leader of S21. He admitted guilt and was sentenced to life imprisonment. He's 72. The other cases are awaiting verdicts while some of the defendants dying in that time or becoming unfit to stand trial because of dementia. It seems incredibly frustrating to me. They got to live comfortable lives for 30 years.

As you read this, you probably felt uncomfortable or unsettled and you should be. I was when I visited it. The Vietnamese were when they liberated them. The survivors were when they found out what happened to their families. Yet, it's an important uncomfortableness.  I believe that by witnessing sites of atrocities, it will force us to confront the worst of humanity and help create a better society in the future. Yes, it may be wishful thinking, but maybe if everyone in the world was forced to confront these issues of genocide and murder, maybe it'd change some things. Obviously, the writer George Satayna says it best with the famous quote: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it". 

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Angor for Wat!

Think of Lil' John's "Turn down for what!" and substitute "Angor for Wat" and there's the theme song I had running through my head for the past three days in the amazing wonder of the world, Angor Wat. Thanks, Amy.

Angor Wat is actually only one specific temple in a massive temple complex in Siem Reap. Without going into much of a history lesson (as we didn't know much either), the temples of Angkor were built to honour ancient gods of the Hindu faith or of the "God-Kings" of ancient Cambodia. There are hundreds of temples which you can explore and we had a three day pass to do so.


Exploring the Temples of Angor
We decided to leave Angkor Wat until the end. It is the biggest and most famous and if we had seen it first we may have not been as impressed with the others. Instead, we started with the "big tour", named such for the fact that we saw about 6 temples and drove around in a tuk tuk to the great distances between them. At our first stop, Amy and I bought the tourist pants... Kinda like super thin, loose fitting, colourful hammer pants. I definitely got swindled with a two for $16 deal (which I had bargained down from $18) when we saw at the next temple they were selling them 2 for $5.  White people problems.  About an hour later, I found out how thin the material that the pants I bought were as they ripped right down the middle. Pretty awesome to have random Japanese tourists point at you and laugh...

We started off at the "funeral temple" in the blazing Cambodian sun. We climbed high, posed for pictures and marvelled at how impressive these buildings were. That's basically what we did for the next 5 temples too. We had lunch at a super touristy place (99% sure our tuk tuk driver gets a cut from the ppl there) where I had a delicious but expensive Khmer Curry at $5.50 US. Considering beer is $0.75 at our hostel and breakfast was a sizeable portion at $1.50, we may be a little spoiled there. 


The Fab Four
During our visit to Banteay Srei temple ("the ladies temple") we were introduced to the selling techniques the Cambodians employed to trap tourists. Basically, they send these cute kids to follow beside you saying more or less the same script where they half guilt, half pressure you into buying "10 postcards, $1. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5....". "Hey lady, got good price." For some reason, they seemed to flock to Simon, our 6ft2 tall ginger. ;)

On our second day of temples, we explored the "small circuit" of Angor Thom, with the highlights being Phimeanakas and Bayon. Angor Thom was the last and most enduring capital in the Khmer Empire. Phimeanakas was a "celestial temple" built at the end of the 10th century in a pyramid structure. It was a little scary climbing such steep steps to reach the top! Bayon was a temple built to honour the King Jayavarman VII and is comprised of 216 faces carved throughout its structure. Creepy and beautiful at the same time. I think Bayon was my favourite temple. 


The faces of Bayon Temple
The last highlight of day 2 of temple madness was Ta Prohm, aka the "tomb raider" temple (as scenes were filmed there). In most temples, the structures remain intact and unaffected by nature but in this temple, trees and nature have grown up surrounding and overpowering it. It's the definition of architectural ruins and quite impressive to behold.


Wanna raid some tombs?
That being said, the most impressive temple and most famous of them all is Angor Wat. We decided to heed the guidebooks and friend recommendations to view sunrise at Angor. If you know me well, you know that I am not a morning person. Nevertheless, I woke up at 4:30 and tuk-tuked over for the 6:30 sunrise. We had some cloud coverage so it wasn't a picture-perfect view but it was still worth it. After the sunrise and a snack, we explored Angor Wat in more detail.


Sunrise at Angor Wat
It's huge. Not area wise (Angor Thom had more temples) but in height. It's crazy to think of how they got the sandstone from 50miles upstream (still a mystery), let alone build it without concrete or any modern building tools. We climbed to the top of the middle tower (? I like to call them acorns) and had a great view of the surrounding area.

After three days of temples, I can say I'm officially templed-out. I understand why it's placed on the  UNESCO World Heritage list. I'm so glad I've been blessed to be able to witness it in person.

Angor for Wat!


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

You're Macau-ing me Crazy

When travelling in a new country, you're bound to make mistakes or missteps. My first one of this trip? Attempting to see Macau in one day. Why didn't I just spend the day exploring another area of HK?? There's plenty of things I haven't even scratched the surface on! I got greedy with the proximity and prospect of travelling to another country (well a "special administrative region of China") in a day...

Mistake #1: Leaving late. I got lazy when I woke up early today. Watched some YouTube at 6am but then fell asleep again until 9:30 and didn't leave the apartment until 11.... The ferry to Macau was about an hour away and then the ferry itself was another hour. I had to be home for dim sum dinner with James and Zoe so this limited my time I. Macau to about three hours.

Macau Tower
Mistake #2: Thinking I could do a lot in 3 hours. Maybe go see that famous burned down church, browse around the casino area, gamble a bit, have some lunch. Not sure how I thought this possible in three hours, but I was feeling ambitious. Instead, I spent about 15 minutes trying to cross the road to where the hotel shuttles were, then the 10 minute ride there, and  then wandered around feeling small and out-of-place. My sanuks and MEC backpack made me a little different than the other Vitton and Prada clad clientele. I gambled a bit, got lost trying to find the bathroom and then got lost trying to find where to get the shuttle back to the ferry. 

Mistake #3: Gambling. I like slot machines, I get very optimistic and am not normally too sad when I lose. However, when one is in a foreign country one should pay closer attention to the machine she uses. There's a bit difference between a $10.00 machine and a $0.10 one. My $170 HK didn't last me very long. :(

However even though there were some blunders today, there were also some silver linings. Try to make the negatives into positives because regardless of everything, I'm still travelling Asia at the moment and not having to wake up to go to work. 

Silver Lining #1: I saw the Vegas-of-the-East! It was pretty impressive and massive. A lot of the hotel/casino area was under construction but the areas that weren't were impressive. According to my guidebook circa 2009, the Venetian is the 5th largest building in the world with "enough space to comfortably fit 90 Boeing 747 jets". So getting lost there wasn't really something to be ashamed of. It even had a river and gondola rides throughout it similar to the one in Vegas. 

The Venice Canal in the Venetian Macau
Silver Lining #2: People watching. The Venetian was the perfect spot to watch how easterners interact on vacation. People were very helpful when I was lost and I'm pretty sure I only saw about 15 white people the whole time. I also saw some hilarious tour groups huddled together, old men playing card and dice games I could begin to understand, and children on leashes. Basically the same sort of things you'd see in Vegas, just without American accents.

Silver lining #3: Nata Tarts! Macau was colonized by the Portuguese and was only incorporated into China in '99. As a result, there are distinct Portuguese influences on the area, including their dessert. You can hear all about my love for Nata tarts in this old post from my time in Lisbon so I won't reiterate that ( http://topuptube.blogspot.hk/2011/05/dont-worry-mum-im-in-lisbon.html?m=1) Basically, I was just pretty please to be eating that while waiting for the ferry home. Desserts always make this grumpy Suse happy. :)

So, SO good

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Peak, Protestors and Kung-foo

It's a pretty cool thing to travel halfway across the world and meet up with friends from back home. Especially when it's unexpected! 

I got a message the night before on FB from my friend Adrian saying that he was also in Hong Kong at the moment. Adrian and I used to work at Variety Village in the summers but haven't seen each other in a few years. I was originally going to spend the day being a solo tourist so I loved the idea of touring around with someone I knew!

Lucky for me, Adrian had been to Hong Kong quite a number of times and had some great suggestions. Instead of taking the Peak tram to see the famous view of Hong Kong, we skipped the long queue and jumped in a cab with some Russian tourists (who didn't speak much English but seemed fine with splitting a cab). We went to a HIGHER peak of the "peak" than the regular "stupid" tourists do and had a great hike down and around the mountain. 

The View from the Peak
After the hike and a wander around central we went to the Sogo area to see some of the #OccupyHK and umbrella movement democracy protests. There weren't many protestors there (even protesters have to work on weekdays) but tons of tents, signs and information. I was really glad I was able to see that. Potential history in the making!

The Umbrella Movement
Adrian bought us some fish balls, meat cubes, and sugar-cane water from a street vendor. It's nice to have someone who can order in the native tongue. We also went to a "susan would have never found this" ramen restaurant for a late snack. Luckily even though neither of us could read Chinese, there were pictures to pick from. I really liked the boiled egg that came with it.

Being a good sport, Adrian came with me to the Avenue of Stars even though I know it wasn't a priority for him. The Avenue of Stars is he Cantonese cinema version of the Hollywood walk of fame. I only knew of four stars (Jet Li, Chow Yun Fat, Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee) but I still liked reading about Cantonese cinema along the boardwalk. I also posed beside the Bruce Lee statue for a classic white girl attempting Kung foo imitation. 
Hiiiiiii-yah!
After that it was time to say bye to Adrian and I headed home for a mellow night. According to his pedometer, we may have walked 20k that day. Phew! That's a lot for this out-of-shape schlub. Bring on the dim sum to even this out!