Thursday, 17 March 2011

Jet-lagged in Vancouver...

So...we made it to Vancouver, safe and sound! Well, not quite sound yet...just woken up from a nap and am still feeling a little befuddled...gotta love jet-lag! Our time perception's a little skewed right now...we only had 3 hours of darkness last night, the plane served breakfast at 2am our time, and we get to experience the 16th March twice. Happy days! Am so happy to be here though; it's so nice to be in a real home again, especially one as lovely and cozy as chez Martz!
   Still hasn't quite hit me that I'm actually in Canada- I blame the jet-lag- but I've got lots of activities this week to warm me up to things. Celebrating the retirement of Reid (Bob and Colleen's good friend) on Thursday. Going to my first hockey game on Friday- Vancouver Canucks vs. Phoenix Coyotes. Out to celebrate Patrick's birthday on Saturday. And all this with many plates of nachos and 'caesars' in between! Tried my first 'caesar' tonight...who knew clamato juice, vodka and tobasco could taste so good? Can't bloody wait for the fun over the next few weeks- bring it on! Now to bed, to try and get on Vancouver time before St. Paddy's Day...

My Final Thank You To Asia...

...or should that be dhanyabhad, Nepal. Xiexie, China. Khawp jai, Laos. Khop kun ka, Thailand. Ar kun, Cambodia. Carm on, Vietnam. I have a few words to say to you all...

Ode To The Forgotten People

India’s slum-dwellers,
The porters of Nepal,
Vietnam’s hammock-sellers,
Here’s an ode to you all.

Every cyclo-driver,
Landmine victims of Laos,
Khmer Rouge survivors,
All stand up, take a bow.

China’s handless artist,
Prostitutes of Thailand,
Now I try to assist,
Now I’m making a stand.

Asia’s forgotten souls-
Not forgotten by me,
I hope you hear these calls
For I can hear your plea.

I know you are not weak,
Those who think so are wrong,
Your future may look bleak,
But I know that you’re strong,
You do not need to speak
Your eyes sing your sad song.



An Education

India taught me
To see with my heart,
To wear bright clothes,
To make life an art.

Nepal revealed
What I can achieve-
I can reach new heights
If I just believe.

China made me think
For English was rare,
And riding their roads
Gave me a bike scare!

But then, friendly Laos
Taught me to just chill,
And that confidence
Makes bike rides a thrill!

Thailand proved to me
Fear is in the mind,
After ocean dives
I can leave fear behind!

Cambodia showed me
How cruel life can be,
Never forgetting
And strength sets souls free.

Vietnam’s lesson-
Don’t let wars break you,
Stay true to yourself,
Then they will make you.

Strength in poverty,
Sweeping aside fear,
Kindness though desperate:
Identity's dear.

Asia, you’ve grabbed me
And shaken me hard,
You’ve scratched away truth
And left me here scarred.
.
I’ve learned, loved and laughed
Much more than before,
Your lands have enriched me-
I’ll be back for more.

One final beer in Seoul before heading on the plane to Vancouver. Bye bye Asia...

Popping Into Seoul...

Instead of staying in Seoul airport on our 12 hour stopover, we instead chose to venture out and see a bit of the city for a few hours. Our verdict as we walked around sunny Seoul in the bitter cold: a very cool, modern city that I'd love to explore properly one day. We had a great lunch in a tiny place popular with office workers: always a good indication of a good place. Spicy noodles with vegetables, a miso-soup variation, and melt-in-the-mouth dumplings- mmm mmm MMM! The ordering process was a little unorthodox....placing your order and paying via an automatic touchscreen. Although maybe this is the future of fast food?...Anyway, enjoy the photos...






















Introducing Our Easyrider Guides...

Let me introduce our crazy motorcycle drivers, who helped to make the trip from Dalat to Hanoi such a fun experience with their humour and knowledge...and karaoke skills! I was originally going to post this in Vietnam, but decided against it when one of our driver's stories involves anti-Communist sentiments...read on to find out more...

PHUONG (A.K.A 'DENNIS')...
...after Dennis Hopper in the 'Easyrider' movie, as I mentioned before! Patrick is his back-seat passenger up the Ho Chi Minh trail; I hear he's had quite the wild ride! 39 years old and without a wife, hence the nickname 'Lonely Dennis'. Although I'm pretty sure he likes it that way...the cheeky sparkle in his eyes when he told us about his hometown's 'Love Market' (for singles- and naughty non-singles- to have some fun for 2 days of the year) spoke volumes! As an 18 year old, he smuggled goods through the mountains between China and Vietnam. One time, he was accidently shot in the leg by one of the minority people while they were hunting. Phuong's companion had to perform a quick operation, without anaesthetic, to try and get the poisonous lead out. Luckily, they came across a farmer who looked after him for a few days, without whom Phong swears he would not be alive. There are many strings to Phuong's bow...he also worked on gold-mining and construction sites whilst studying at university. One more thing...adventure is his middle name. Everything is an adventure...and that's the way we like it!





CHAN
...my 25-year-old driver, and quite the cheeky chappy! He is marrying his childhood sweetheart in 2 months time...apparently they met when they were six! I wish we could be there for the occasion...A little bit of a naughty teenager, he followed his brother Thinh to Dalat for university, studying Computer Science.  He's very intelligent, especially good at maths; he kept setting us little maths problems on the road! Always laughing, always smiling, ever the professional- a great person to have around.




THINH
...the driver of Danny, one half of a lovely English/Swedish couple we were traveling with for 4 days. He is Chan's older brother, and has a wife and 21 month old baby back in Dalat. He had an extensive knowledge of the Vietnam War, and had some insane stories to tell about lucky escapes from landmines. People in his and Chan's home town still search out souvenirs that the Americans left behind from the war...kitchen utensils, uniforms, the iron from landmines...The latter is obviously a very dangerous game; Thinh and Chan's father had two lucky escapes, then called it quits. In the first case, Thinh and his father was searching for iron with two friends; the latter went left, Thinh and his father went right. Five minutes later, faraway to their left, they heard a boom. They knew what had happened. The second time, Thinh's father had been due to go iron-hunting one day with four friends, but had prior arrangements. None of the friends came home alive. Iron provides income for these people, but at what cost? Thinh recognises how lucky his family is, and is extremely thankful for it.



THAM
...the kind-faced driver of Hina (the other half of the couple), and the oldest at 51 years old. Thinh relayed his fascinating life story one night over a few beers. Both of Tham's brothers were in the Vietnam War; one died, the other survived. Tham was just a child- he remembers rushing down to air raid shelters when he heard the sirens, then rushing back up again soon after to see what was going on. After graduating from sailor school, Tham was posted to Sunderland, northern England, reaching there by train via Russia and London. He was amazed by exotic women in cars and double decker buses; glass doors were also a novelty to him, and he bumped into a fair few! Returning to Vietnam, he did not like the Communist government, and so he, his wife, and his two children took a boat to China. They landed in Hannan, but took another boat to the democratic Hong Kong. Unfortunately, their case was not considered 'desperate' enough to enter the country, so they stayed in a refugee camp with 2000 other people for 4 years. Just rows of beds, each containing one family. After 4 miserable years, Tham and his family were extradited back to Vietnam. His wife and son later returned to Hong Kong, and still live there today; he now has a second wife and third son! A very happy man, with a lot of spirit; he was the one encouraging us to walk behind the waterfall!



So there they are; our four new friends. We only spent the first 4 and a half days with Thinh, Tham, Hina and Danny, then just Chan, Dennis, Patrick and I for 8 days up to Hanoi. Anybody thinking of going to Vietnam, I URGE you to take one of these guys; I promise you experiences and fun that you'll never forget. More than that, I promise that they'll take you off the tourist trail (tricky in SE Asia) and show you the real Vietnam. Just let me know if you'd like their email address/number...


Tuesday, 15 March 2011

From Dalat to Hanoi- The Motorcycle Diaries: Days 1-4

OK, I'm going to do this blog entry a little differently...Instead of writing an essay (or four) about our incredible 12-day motorcycle trip from Dalat to Hanoi, I'm going to let the pictures do all the talking. All I will say is that I honestly can't think of a better way we could have ended our Asia adventure. We learned so much about Vietnamese culture, cuisine and history, we FINALLY got off the the tourist trail in SE Asia (to the extent of being the ONLY Westerners in some towns!), and generally had the time of our lives. Nothing beats zooming around mountains on the back of a motorbike, I'll tell you that much... I will tell you the fascinating tales of our drivers later (you'll soon see why I'm waiting until Vancouver to post them on the internet!)...in the meantime, I hope you enjoy our photos: click on the link to find them. More from days 4-12 to come...

Motorcycle Trip From Dalat To Hanoi: Days 1-4

Monday, 14 March 2011

Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday To You...


...happy birthday dear Patriiiiiiiiiick, happy birthday to you! We went out for some karaoke fun last night in Hanoi; here's some pics of the birthday-boy (and others) singing their hearts out, and, er...eating fried chicken. The Vietnam t-shirt and cap were a present from Chan and Phuong, our awesome motorcycle drivers from our 12 day trip from Dalat to Hanoi...

Many, many photos of our motorcycle tour will be on here very soon...it's taking me forever to get through them all! Still can't believe this is our last day in Asia...well, apart from a 12 hour stopover in Seoul, South Korea...it really hasn't sunk in yet. The fastest seven months of my life... Bye bye Asia, you colourful, courageous, confusing continent- and hello CANADA...

Saturday, 12 March 2011

What Is Happening To The World?...

...Flooding and cyclones in Australia. Earthquake in New Zealand. And now an earthquake/tsunami in Japan. As Marvin Gaye once sang, what's going on? This fascinating world that I love to explore has actually gone insane in 2011...seemingly self-destructing. To all the survivors of this year's natural disasters, to all those who have suddenly lost loved ones...I hope you are getting the support and love that you deserve. On a slightly selfish note, I'll just quickly confirm that, fingers crossed, our flight home does not cross any of the risky zones...so far, South Korea (our stopover) is considered out of the potential 'after-shock' area. Planet Earth, I think you're amazing...but please try to calm down a little bit.