Log/Pic 15 Phom Phen, Cambodia

So I met back up with Punda in Cambodia (had gone to Hong Kong to meet his girlfriend). I stayed the first night in the O.K. Guest House. Punda had had a dumpy place on the other end of town that he had already committed to (I was carrying the Lonely Planet book). We met up with Natalie and Keith and they graciously let us crash in their living room. We put on our earplugs and blinders to use for this week.

This photo was from a trip we took down the Mekong River. Their were many more photos but you are probably sick of river pictures from Vietnam. Besides, I needed to use the rest of my space showing you my bonding with the bear day. ALL the rest of the photos below.

This is a sun bear-very rare.

This is her foot.

Sun bear biting her owner.

Note the unique marking, a cresent. I couldn't believe it was a sun bear because I had seen a Discovery Channel special on a guy who rehabilitated similar bears that were called moon bears. Plus I had just seen a black bear with white markings on the neck at the Myanmar Zoo. The sign said Asiatic bear. After looking it up, I realized the Asiatic, Himilayan black, and moon bear are one in the same. These bears have a "v" shape white mark. Although the sun bear is very rare, that's what I played with.

Wicked long tongue

Who has it better than me?

Here he is biting me. It didn't hurt, but later when he swatted my wrist, it ripped off my bracelet and left a scratch. That did hurt, but it was cool because it came from a bear.

So I had to restrain him like I learned to do at C.C.M.C.

What a day.

Well I'm off to Borneo, Malaysia to find some orangutans.

Miss ya'll. Blog ya soon. Love, Larry

Log/Pic 14 Siem Reap, Cambodia

So these are my pictures from Siem Reap, Cambodia. Its about a five hour bus ride from Phnom Phen. We stayed for a week just checking out all the temples/ruins of Angkor Archaelogical Park and the surrounding area. We rented bikes for a week and just rode to different place each day. I had many more photos selected but had to narrow it down (there are seven more on log/pic 13). We started at the famous Angkor Wat (vat), and spent the whole day here. Other places we went were Phnom Bakheng, Angkor Thom, which includes Byon and is the largest of the temples. This area also includes the terrace of leper kings and elephants, Baphuon, Phimeanakas, and Preah Palilay. Preah Khan, Neak Pean and Ta Som were done in one day. Prasat Kravan, Banteay Kdei and Sras Srang were done on my last day. Ta Prohm was my favorite because of all the roots still growing wild throghout and within. This was the site of some tomb raider shots. We did sunset at Pre Rup. Good times!

This is me preparing for my next destination-orangutans in borneo!

Log/Pic 13 Photos, Cambodia

So here are some pics from my 7 day bike through the ruins of Ankor Wat in Cambodia. Some of these photos are no longer shown here but are available on my website.

Log/Pic 12 Myanmar

So these are pictures from my Myanmar (Burma) trip. It was tough going from the time I started trying to get my visa in Laos to get into the country, up until the time I left here. I won't get into all the negative details but I will say that this government has a hold on the people and they are not pleased.

I was very happy to get this photo of an old lady fishing-she was not as pleased.

If your wondering about the stuff on their faces, its a powder turned to paste from the bark of the sandlewood tree. It's a cultural thing practiced mostly by women and some men and children. The designs are different. I thought initially it was to protect against the sun-and it may have begun this way. It was however worn on cloudy days and by people who work inside as well.
I stayed in Yangon and visited temples and pagodas but am really burnt out on them. I went to the zoo and saw Asiatic bears for the first time. I also got to pet a young hippo on his face. At my guest house in Yangon, they would not take their own money as payment. I had to give them U.S. dollars. Again this was a government thing.

The remains of cultural sandlewood after day working in the fields.

I took a trip to Bago and onto Kyaiktiyo and stayed in a little village called Kinpun. It was monsoon season and it pretty much rained the entire time.
Many people took canoes from their huts to wherever else they may be going. The roads were absolutely terrible and lined with potholes and ditches. Regardless of the lack of road maintenance, we had to stop maybe five times each way to pay a government road tax-huh!
I walked to a place in the mountains called Golden Rock. I was actually cold because of the continuous rain and wind. No photos of this for that same reason.
I was not able to e-mail when I was there because the government limits the providers and then screens the ones it does allow. Maybe if I was able to go to Mandalay I would have liked Myanmar better. Pehaps it was because I was comparing it to Laos and in case I hadn't said this before, I LOVED LAOS!

I'm in Cambodia now. Maybe I'm comparing it to Myanmar, but I love Cambodia. I'm still looking for Angolina, but no sign of her yet.

Blog ya later, love Larry

Log/Pic 11 Laos

So let me start by saying, I love Laos. After the hustle, pollution, pace, and hassle of the previous countries, at least in most parts of them, when we arrived in Laos, it just all came to a complete halt, and then there was silence. Starting from the passport man at the airport, the people were so very nice.

We arrived in the capital, Vientien, and got a place that looks over the Mekong River (shown above). We spent like a week here enjoying maybe one sight per day, talking to people and enjoying the pace and view.
Next we went about four hours north to Vang Vieng. As soon as we pulled in I through my bags on the bed of the guest house-which appropriately shared the name of Pundas girlfriend. I immediately rented a bike for $1.oo per day, and drove the six km to an organic farm I had read about in Lonely Planet. A couple hours later Iwas teaching English to 30 kids age 5-12. How cool is that? After they left I had another class of 30, 13-20 year olds (although there was one woman age 21 and a 30 year old guy). After the first couple of days the numbers in the first class rose to as many as 49 youngsters including a couple of children who could not have been more than three. It didn't matter though because they WANTED to learn-a concept I was unfamiliar with.

The organic farm was a great place, run by Mr. Thi (t), and his wife. These were two awesome people who spend their day teaching any kid or adult that comes along from the nearby villages, working and running the farm and resturaunt, and planning and building a library, community center and a youth center for the villages whose residence can not make it to the school in town. This photo above is the Nam Song River that runs along the farm. I went tubing down it three times. It's a three to six hour trip depending on how many caves along the way you explore and how many places you stop to get Beer Lao.

This picture is from the walk down the dirt road to get to the farm.

This was the walk on the path through the village up to the community center. The kids would see me coming and know there would be a class that night. They greeted me with much enthusiasm. This may have been the best part of my day.
Here I am teaching the young group. The girl standing is my appointed translator. She spoke very good English and although she was very shy at first, like many of the Laosian girls, she was very proud of her position. Notice the sweat on my shirt. This was the beginning of class and I was usually saturated by the end. Damn, does my ass look big!
These are the older kids. Each night after class we played Rattonball-a local game played like Hacky sac, but with a wicker ball. This group comes from three surrounding villages and many did not know each other. We had a dance on my last night there-they do now!
I had a moped for two weeks to get back and forth to classes. During the day I visited the other villages to the north and south of Vang Vieng. I also would check out the caves in the area. The above photo was taken on the way to the caves.
Some caves we could visit from our tubing trip. This was either None (sleeping) cave, or Lom (windy) cave. This is Peter and Linda from Holland. A great couple, very fun. I just added another destination to my trip!
This is the young class outside. We usually started outside to play learning games-and because it was so hot inside.
This is the big class outside. I loved Vang Vieng in case you hadn't caught that. From here I extended my visa and Kevin went north without me. He is then going to Hong Kong to see his future wife, and I am now back in the capital to get a Myanmar visa and fly out from here.

Today I was walking to this art gallery and I cut through a temple. These three monks called me over and asked me the typical questions: "where are you from, what is your name, where are you going? I sit on the bench with them and play a game of checkers-of course they are using twigs and rocks. One monk asks me to help him understand a grammar problem he is having and the next thing I know he has his work books out. Three hours pass and we are now teacher and nine monk students. It was a hoot. Before I left I drained them for monk information and was very happy with the trade.

I walked by the gallery and it had now closed. I went back to my room, got the Skip-Bo cards and returned to the monk-filled bench. They were all thrilled to learn this game. We ate some grape-like things from the tree we were under and practiced counting numbers in English as we played this simple game. What an experience. I love Lao.

I miss you all. Blog ya soon. Love Larry

Log/Pic 10 India

So India was quite the experience. The beeping of the horns was the same but the pollution, population and poverty were much more. However, when we were visiting the sites, aside from the locals who never quit begging and trying to sell us their wares or services (or charge us for some service they provided without us knowing like guarding our shoes when we entered a mosque), we came in contact with many Indian travelers. They were all so friendly and dressed in clean, vibrant colors.

They would usually begin communication with us by pointing us out to their children and telling them to say hi. When Punda and I would respond, the questions would start and we sometimes spent five to ten minutes talking to this family. This happened so much at certain palaces or tombs that we would actually have to keep walking sometimes after saying hi because we would not be able to see what we came to see.

These meetings were priceless though. Thefamilies would always want us to take a picture of them after. I don't know if its because they think we as Americans like to take pictures, or if it was something to remember the brief meeting. Sometimes people would just stand right in front of us. Our driver said that some had not seen a white man. A "namaste" would break the ice. Sometimes it took them a minute to snap out of their trance. A smile was often the only communication, possibly the only mutual understanding, and always the only thing needed.

The first photo is Ghandi's tomb located in Delhi. It is in a nice green park with plenty of trees and flowers, a total contrast to the rest of the city. The flame is always burning and a crow stood guard the entire time we were there.
This is a mosque we visited. It was my first. I had to leave my shoes at the front and wear a dress because my legs were exposed. This was not the first time I wore a dress, I think it was the 4th time, 5th if you count the mini-skirt-but lets not go there.

Here is the famous lotus building in Delhi, often compared to the opera house in Sydney, Australia. We walked through and there was nothing to see but a bunch of chairs which I assumed many people pray for long periods of time. The end. On way to Agra, we stopped at Akbars tomb-they really honor the dead!

The famous Taj Mahal in Agra, India as seen through the archway.

The Taj Mahal is very impressive. This is early morning but there would be no sunrise during monsoon season I'm told. After a couple of hours here, it did rain. I was glad we came early. The tomb of the man who built it and the woman he built it for, are both inside. There is a mosque to the left and a guest house to the right (not seen in this photo).
This is me holding a cobra after the cobra taming guy pissed him off with his trumpet thing. It's actually that funny hat that pisses the snake off and this guy wasn't wearing one, so I was fine.
Some residents from Bombay that we befriended at some castle in Jaipur, India. Note the black makeup under the babies eyes-wild!
Riding a camel in Pushkar, India, a cool little town built around a lake. We walked through town and into the desert passing a little desert village.

This is Mother Theresa's tomb in Calcutta. We spent this day visiting the home for nuns of "missions for charities" and Mother Theresa's orphanage. There was approximately 300 kids there. It was very sad, yet not. Although there were so many children there, many crippled or diseased, all previously homeless, we saw so much of that on the street that I felt in comparison, these kids were in great hands. This was a very moving place.

"Peace begins with a smile," Mother Theresa