Thursday, August 16, 2012

the happy hiker pt 3


vigne glacier near ali camp


nam, terry and miles at the top of gondogoro la pass


pre-dawn descent


terry pre descent


heading down


safely down


en route to xhuspang camp


laila peak


gondogoro and mashabrum glacier merge


glacier surface


happy hiker


mashabrum glacier panorama


en route to shaiescho camp


terry and mountains


stream crossing


narrow path - steep drop


ridge walk


another stream to cross


shaiescho camp


celebratory safe crossing dance


terry joins in


sunset from shaiescho camp


miles on the bridge


en route to hushe camp


and another bridge


village near hushe


and another


hushe local


hushe kids

Trek over!!

Sunday, August 5, 2012

briefly india

I ran into Alex on the morning I left Vientiane. Since I saw him in Chiang Rai he had ridden his bike through Laos and arrived in Vientiane the night before. So we caught up for breakfast in Joma cafe and he related his adventures - which made my own seem paltry and insignificant by comparison! It's always fun to have a "random-return" meeting while on the road.  

I crossed the border back into Thailand which was relatively easy, and took a very cheap flight back to Bangkok. Two more nights here in a smart airport hotel to rest and recuperate and then I found myself back in India.  

I'd forgotten just how tough India can be for the taveller. The heat, the smell, the dirt and rubbish and the swirling maelstrom of humanity certainly takes some inner strength to deal with.   My first encounter was with a thieving money changer at the official exchange office at the airport. I only needed to change $30 as my room was prepaid ahnd I was only staying two days. He tried to shortchange me $5 from it! I was too tired to rant so I just made him give me it back and headed off to get a taxi. Second rip-off opportunity! Get used to it.  

Finally settled into my hotel which was only 50 metres from the entrance to the Golden Temple.   I should add here - there are really only two good reasons to visit Amritsar: the Golden Temple and the changing of the guard at the Wagah Gate border - the only current road border crossing between India and Pakistan.  

Now I have stayed in countless numbers of cheap budget room in my travels around the work during the last 35 years - and I think I found a contender for the very worst!! I should have taken the option to sleep tinned sardine-like in the temple dormitories with the pilgrims. It was only after the first night that I realised how bad it was and the second night I was beyond caring. I adopted the Mantra: "location...location...location"  

The temple is really quite wonderful - and in hindsight best viewed in the evening. The lighting really makes the place sparkle. The kitchens in the grounds creates an unholy racket as they provide free food to the pilgrims so there is washing up (a task every seikh tries to fulfil once in his life) going on incessantly - and when you hear the noise it's like an epileptic brass band tuning up.  

My first evening I walked around the edge of the pool that the temple sits in, and became an object of complete fascination for the locals. With thousands of people milling around I didn't see another Westerner during my circuit. One group of Uni students gave me the usual grilling "Where are you from, how old are you, what is your job..." etc. My responses are well rehearsed through long years of practice!  

My second afternoon I went out to the border to watch the Wagah Gate ceremony. I think I first saw this on a Michael Palin doco and thought it would be great to go and see it. The border is about a half hour car ride - my hotel organised a shared taxi that would also wait until the ceremony was over and bring me back.  

On arrival there is an absolute crush of Indians and a few bewildered looking foreigners. I had already been tipped off that there was a foreigner VIP stand so I spread the word to as many Westerners as I could see and we were eventually seperated from the surging crowd and led to a section close to the gate.   We had to sit through about an hour of fervour whipping nationalism as people continued to arrive. During this time Indians were given large national flags and proceded to run down the road to the border gate and back again in mock provocation. No doubt Pakistanis were doing the same thing on the other side.  

After a bit of a sing song the officially ceremony began. A number of guards in their finest peacockery marched down to the gate with exaggerated high goose-stepping with such extraordinary suppleness and agility it would have put Nadia Comaneci to shame. The Indians went wild - and it was hard not to get caught up in the whole ridiculous pompery of it all. Worth the effort!   Tomorrow I am back at the border - this time to walk through the gateway myself.  

(ps: I accidentally wiped the photos from this bit of the trip so I'm afraid I have to rely on some pix from the net!)


golden temple


temple at night


wagah guards


wagah gate

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

leaving laos


that dum stupa

Leaving Vientiane tomorrow so I thought I'd throw up a few pix before I go.

Two days was more than enough for what is in reality a fairly small city. The centre consists really of just a couple of major thoroughfares and their side streets. Many of the guest houses and budget style hotels are clustered around a few of these side streets.

The main sights appear to consist of several temples, a museum or two and a walk along a not-particularly-inspiring stretch of the Mekong.

But it has some great cafes and patisseries. Any longer here and I could have some serious weight issues to deal with.


mood? seriously happy!

The twelve hour bus trip to get here wasn't too bad. It was a large comfortable coach style but unfortunately the air-con couldn't be turned off. While we were high up in the mountains where it was cold it made it uncomfortable and this bit lasted about 9 hours. Thankfully the locals (everyone of the bus except me) managed to keep their lunches down.

Apart from a breakdown and about 12 pee stops (where everyone leaps from their seats and rushes outside and squats or unzips according to gender right around the bus) it was fairly uneventful. At one of the roadside stops people from nearby shops ran up to the side of the bus offering all manner of snacks. A young lady thrust a handful of various meats baked between skewers at me - one of which was most definitely rat!

The incessant and relentless rain of the last few days has abated and today the sun actually appeared and the temperature has risen. I've 'done' the sights I wanted to so it's just a matter of killing time with a few double expressos and pastries until I get the morning bus over the Mekong and back into Thailand.

One of the higlights of Vientiane was finding THE best vegetarian restaurant in Laos (if not S.E.Asia!!). Just in the adjacent street to my hotel, the Cuisine D'Or had such tasty food I have had all of my lunches and dinners there. The only disappointment is I am not here long enough to try all the dishes. Each meal I tried a different dish and every one was as great as the previous. And it's prices were competitive with the dodgy hole in the wall eateries I had been going too.


haw pha kaew temple


bronze from above temple


another

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Monday, July 30, 2012

jars and jarring

I was pleased to have given myself extra time in Luang Prabang as it rained for about 50% of the time - and I mean RAIN! Buckets of it all day long. But it failed to stop the enjoyment of the town as it's just so damned pretty!

Besides I had a decent hotel room with private bath for $6.25 a night! It's a bit weird when your breakfast at a decent cafe costs more than your hotel room. But that's Luang Prabang for you.

Several dinners I ate at the evening market's veggy buffet - a large mixed plate for 10,000 kip ($1.25) then I'd go to a French cafe and have a 50,000 kip coffee and dessert!


wat xieng thong l.p.


l.p. museum


luang prabang dragons


l.p. temple


monks


small temple


temple detail

When I eventually left L.P. I was mildly irritated (barely contained expletives) as the large (comfortable) bus I was promised and paid for, mysteriously had broken down and instead I had to get on a mini bus that was already packed to the rafters with locals and other paraphernalia stored on the floor. After failing to convince me to squeeze in with four Laotians on the back seat (made for four not very large persons) for the 8 hour ride to my next destination, instead I took the assistant drivers half-seat which at least had leg room if not back support.

He wasn't happy but then I was paying for the journey and he was being paid.

The eight hour journey passed quite quickly vomit notwithstanding. (The locals don't seem to handle road travel too well.) I was heading for the town of Phonsavanh in order to visit the Plain of Jars. (you're sitting in front of a computer - Wikipaedia it.) The final 4 hours of the journey was on such a torturously potholed winding mountain road that on Google maps it resembles a particularly nasty looking varicose vein.

It was to be a fleeting visit, arrive the evening, arrange transport for early the next morning - see the sights on a full day tour (easiest option unless you have your own vehicle) and then take a twelve hour bus trip to Vientiane the next morning. There is no point spending longer in Phonsavanh - you can see all the sights/sites in one day and the town is as exciting as a bowl of tepid wallpaper paste. (Sorry - my analogies don't work too well in extreme humidity.)

The jars themselves I have to admit were a little underwhelming - but in their defence I have been a little spoiled ruins wise. (I expect the Germans have a word for that...) And it rained the entire time. The track to one of the jars sites was so incredibly muddy that my sandals picked up so much of the sticky clay that it felt like I was wearing boots of steel. I kept trying to wash it off in one of the myriad of rivulets that cascaded down the path. In one small pool, I stepped in to rinse off my right sandal and sank up to my knee.


wet ride to phonsavanh


jars


jars 2


jar et moi

My randoms this part of the trip were two Schweizerdeutsch and a German.


'out of the rain' smiles