Shopping Spree in Hoi An, Vietnam

After Hanoi, we flew down the Vietnamese coast to Da Nang airport and then took a 30 minute car ride south to Hoi An. Many travellers told us about this sleepy French colonial town with scores of tailor shops. We had read in a few places that this was THE place to get custom tailored clothing made so we planned for a 4-night stay to give ourselves enough time for fittings and alterations. We checked into our hotel at night and rested up for a day of clothes shopping. Our hotel was the Southern Guesthouse and it was $24 a night (including wifi, complimentary breakfast for 2, shuttle into town). The amenities were great but staff service was only average. [sidebar : most of our hotels have been under $30 a night. In Asia, it’s easy for a couple of to find a place for less than $15 a night, but we prefer luxuries such as: no cockroaches, private bathroom, clean (or the appearance of clean) sheets, air-con and hot water. Our hotel booking process generally was done a couple of days in advance of arrival date : first go to TripAdvisor.com and get their ranked list of hotels under $50 in the city we’re staying and then cross-check with expedia or agoda.com to see if there was availability. Pretty painless and 90% of our hotels have been totally fine].

That night, I googled “Hoi An Tailors” and bookmarked a list of reputable tailors as well as tips on buying tailored clothes in Hoi An. The emphatic Rule #1  : Don’t buy at the first shop you go into. I’ll come back to that point in a moment.

The next morning, Dal and I took the short shuttle from the hotel to the downtown area. About 10 seconds after we got off and started walking, a lady on her bike waved at us and we exchanged greetings. She asked us where we were from and we told her Canada. She confidently told us she had a cousin in Vancouver. And then she dropped the boom. She said she had a clothing shop just down the street and that we must come over because lots of Canadians buy their clothes there. Dal and I looked at each other and rationalized that we needed to start somewhere and her place was as good as any. And of course, we were just going to look…not buy.

We followed the bike lady and soon arrived at her shop. She proudly showed a book of testimonials to me while another lady occupied Dal with all the fabrics and samples. Secretly, I admired their divide and conquer tactics. Well played, ladies. Fast forward an hour and we left the store having placed an order of a dress for Dal and a suit and 2 shirts for me. What happened to not buying at the first store? Well, we justified to ourselves that we bargained a decent enough deal ($125 for my suit and 2 shirts and $30 for a dress for Dal) and that we’d actually doubt the finished product if we paid any less. Also, the store was listed in google for solid quality AND of course the book of testimonials (which I actually checked to see if there was identical handwriting on multiple pages…there weren’t) pushed us over the hump. She told us to come back at 5pm that same day for our first fitting. We walked out of the store a little dazed and a little confused wondering how the hell we each had purchased clothing before 11am on the first day.

I’ll spare you the gory details on all the tailor visits, the fittings, the re-fittings, the runway walks showing off clothes. We’ll let the numbers speak for themselves:

Number of tailor shops we made purchases from: 4

Number of suits for David: 3

Number of shirts for David: 5

Number of business outfits for Dal: 3

Number of formal dresses for Dal: 2

Number of winter coats for Dal: 1

Number of pairs of shoes for Dal: 1

Number of suitcases purchased to carry new clothes: 1

We justified to ourselves that we’ll need decent outfits for the job interviews we hope to get when we return to Canada. Additionally, it would be a wasted opportunity if we DIDN’T buy clothes that we likely would have bought in Canada at 3 times the prices. So even though we left Hoi An feeling somewhat embarrassed by our shopping spree given that our trip revealed such abject poverty and had taught us how few possessions were required to be happy, there was negligible buyer’s remorse.

Here are a few more highlights of Hoi An :

Café Des Amis: A fun little restaurant along the waterfront that was started by Mr Kim who has been a guest chef for dignitaries in Europe. It was a fixed-menu (Seafood or Veg) consisting of whatever Mr Kim felt like making that day. The meal itself was quite tasty and ridiculously filling and reminded me of a poor-man Susur’s (a swank resto-experience in Toronto). Again, a testimonial book was brought out and our contribution wound up being a few haikus.

Row Boat Lady: On our second day, we walked along the waterfront and these frail, elderly women in these wooden rowboats asked if we wanted rides. We politely refused, partly due to the ominous raincloud about to unleash havoc and partly due to the fact that Dal felt it was just wrong for a lady the same age as her Nana to row my hulking mass around.  The next day, we walked by the waterfront again and I told Dal that if we saw the same lady, we should get a boat-ride from her. If she’s in the boat, she either enjoys it and/or needs the money and it would probably be a fun blog-worthy experience. As luck would have it, we heard her unmistakable nasal “boa-riiiiiiiiiide” proposition and we negotiated a 30 minute ride for 60,000 dong which is $3 (yes yes…Dal chided me for negotiating with an old lady so we gave her a generous tip). The ride itself was fun…she let us wear her traditional Vietnamese hat, and at one point, I did all the paddling while she enjoyed a well-earned rest.

Ant infestation : Being suckers for snacks, we had purchased bags of sugared shredded coconut and other goodies which we left in the hotel room one afternoon. More specifically, Dal left one bag open on the nightstand and apparently I had left a bag open near the laptop, upon which I had dropped some of the powdered sugar during a late night blogging session. When we returned to the room, Dal was stunned to see a small lizard in her bag. I proceeded to give her a stern lecture on the hygienic dangers of not cleaning up after herself. After my rant had run out of steam, I opened up my laptop and discovered about 50 small ants darting in and out of the crevices of the keys and on the screen. They had also spread to the surrounding areas on the bed and appeared to be building civilizations in my knapsack, on our rainjackets and in one of the trolley bags. After Dal summarily mimicked my rant, we spent the next few hours on clean-up duty and did our best to exterminate the little buggers. In a way, that experience was good for us because it somewhat prepared us emotionally for a cockroach infestation which we’d encounter later on the trip.

Hoi An was a delightful highlight for both of us thanks to the shopping, the food, the sights, the smiles and the old lady in a rowboat.

A Cruise on Halong Bay

All of the major travel websites strongly recommended an overnight stay on a junk cruiser in Halong Bay, so we got our hotel in Hanoi to organize a trip for us, and the next day we were off at 8am on a 4 hour bus ride to Halong City (a dump) where we’d board our boat for Halong Bay (paradise).  Somehow, the captain of our boat was an hour late (which led to a round of Captain Stube-id jokes) but by 2pm, we were on our cruiser and ready to set sail for a trip around the hundreds of limestone karsts and isles emerging spectacularly from the clear blue water.

Our Amber Gold Cruise boat

The junk cruiser was a neat experience. They served copious amounts of tasty Vietnamese food, had a nice deck on the top floor and comfortable cabins. The view from the deck was gorgeous. We were also able to kayak for a couple of hours in Halong Bay, which translates into Descending Dragon Bay is a UNESCO World heritage site and it’s difficult to compare to anything else I’ve seen. It’s the backdrop of James Bond’s “Tomorrow Never Dies” flick. Some of the islands are actually completely hollow and we able to into one of the biggest ones, Hang Dau Go, which is a  massive cave that contains stalactites and stalagmites as well as 19^th century French graffiti.

Our Titanic moment

Chilling on the deck

Sunset from our kayak

One of our boat-mates was a Vietnamese man who had moved to the US in the 1970’s and was now returning to Vietnam for the first time. The amazing thing was that he was travelling with his in-laws and their family, none of whom he had met before…and his wife was back in the States ! His English was pretty good and he reminded me a lot of famous poker pro Scotty Nguyen because of his affable, engaging personality and his love for Tequila Sunrises regardless of time-of-day. Although his in-laws didn’t speak much English, it appeared that they all bonded quite well over several rounds of drinks

Scotty Nguyen loves ya baby !

We also bonded with a Quebec couple, Roger and Catherine that have taken a year off to cycle around various countries. They had completed 3 months in Turkey and were making their way through Vietnam before headed to AUS/NZ.  Their fantastic blog, written in French, is found at http://rogeretcatherine.blogspot.com and it's worth a click just for the photos. Similar to at least half of the Canadian long-term vacationers we’ve encountered on our travel, they are noble school teachers and we enjoyed sharing our Rwandan teaching experiences with them.

Lunch with Roger and Catherine

Speaking of Quebec..Habs-Leafs game this Saturday and I'm thrilled to say I'll be watching an internet feed of it from my McGill buddy Venka's place in Bangalore at 5:30am Sunday morning ! It'll be the first hockey I'll be watching all season and of course I'm a huge Leafs fan and he's a big Habs fan. For inspiration, I'll be playing this video regularly leading up to game time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmq7WGF55yQ

Back when we were in 'Nam

After five soothing days in Luang Prabang, Laos we flew to Hanoi to begin our tour of ‘Nam (yes…I love telling stories of back when I was in ‘Nam). We arrived in the evening and were picked up by two guys our hotel had sent for us. For the first 15 minutes of our ride, I was a little suspicious because they spoke virtually no english, didn’t really smile, drove fast...and there were TWO guys. Why would two guys be necessary for a hotel pickup of two people?? After a while though, my fatigue set in and I began to doze off. Dal quickly woke me, apparently stricken by the same suspicions and warned me NOT to fall asleep during this ride. (Sidebar : When travelling, I recommend a small dose of paranoia. 99.9% of the world are good, honest people willing to help, so too much distrust leads to unnecessary stress and missed opportunities. But too little caution and you leave yourself exposed to thieves, scam-artists, and filthy hotel bathrooms). We wound up reaching safely, and I was glad I stayed awake because it was our first experience of truly crazian (crazy-asian) driving at its finest.

We did a day tour of Hanoi which was pretty good. Our tour mates included: a precocious Argentinian named Ignacio (I had mixed feelings about him. I loved that his nickname was Nacho (Nachoooooooooooo !!) but despised him for guessing my age to be 46 years old), 2 elderly Vietnamese people that kept wandering off and an elderly Australian gentleman with a younger Singaporean wife who were fun. We visited Ho Chi Minh’s Palace grounds. For clarification : Ho Chi Minh was the leader of the Vietnamese independence movement and the leader of the Viet Cong and his palace grounds were in Hanoi which is in the North; Saigon (in the south) however has been renamed Ho Chi Minh City or HCMC). Uncle Ho, as he’s affectionately referred to, is still revered as a national hero and maintains almost god-like status by the communist government and many Vietnamese people. This is why I was a bit aghast when Dal asked our tour guide if he had had many mistresses.

Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum

The older wandering Vietnamese couple, Nachooooooo and us

Later in the tour, we were taken to a 6-story building where we saw how a piece of pottery was created, shaped, coloured, polished and completed into a finished product..to be sold at your local dollar store. Actually..the prices were quite high compared to the Dollar Store, however these were genuinely handmade. One pet peeve of mine about city tours in Asia is that you’re inevitably taken to a place where you feel almost obligated to purchase something. We obligingly purchased 2 mugs – once shaped like a dog, and the other shaped like a mouse. Dal is planning several tea parties when we get back to show off her mouse mug.

Dal creating on a masterpiece

They listened to hip hop as they worked

$5 US ?? Do you know how much I could get this for at a Scarborough Dollar Store ?

We were then taken to another museum that used to be the University of Literature. To be honest I don’t remember much about it, but it was our first sighting of Confucius statues, which of course led to rounds of "Confucius says" jokes. Outside the museum, we encountered a slew of postcard and book vendors including the boy below. We wound up buying “A Thousand Splendid Suns” by Khaled Hosseini for $5 which is a brilliant yet disturbing novel set in Afghanistan.

Confucius says

I honestly can't remember the background..but I liked the photo..

Really sweet kid selling postcards and novels outside the museum.

We’d be remiss if we didn’t mention the wonderful staff at the Hanoi Guesthouse. It was only $22 a night and came with breakfast (a big bowl of Pho or bread/jam). The room was fine (although it was on the 4^th floor and had no elevator) and laundry was reasonably priced and it was in a location close to the action. But what was truly phenomenal was the staff that went above the call of duty regularly when it came to coordinating trips, flights and ensuring our comfort. They always had a genuine large smile on their face and we’d strongly recommend this hotel to anyone visiting Hanoi. Hanoiguesthouse.com is their website.

In terms of food, the hotel recommended a restaurant down the street that served the best deep fried shrimp I’ve ever eaten. I was sooo tempted to try the deep fried crickets but decided against it as we were going on an overnight cruise to Halong Bay the next day and I didn’t want an upset stomach. We also went to another restaurant, Quan An Ngon, recommended #3 out of 225 on Trip Advisor which reminded me a little of the Movenpick chain in that there were several types of cuisines available. Ironically, this was also the only restaurant in Asia that didn’t have spring rolls...because they ran out of them…at 8pm ! How does that happen in Vietnam ??

Hanoi was actually one of our least favorite cities on our SE Asia trip. The main reason is that we thought it was a terrible walking city. Hanoi is a city with around 6 million people and 3 million motos and they’re everywhere. They’re parked all over the sidewalks, they’re weaving down the road at breakneck speed or they’re driving along the edge of the road in the wrong direction. Crossing the street is an experience that you almost have to psyche yourself up for. I harkened back to the days of playing computer Frogger as my inspiration.  Dal’s strategy was to hold my hand, close her eyes and hope for the best. Hanoi was also a stark contrast to the clear air and tranquil, leisurely atmosphere of Luang Prabang so the culture shock may have caught us off guard. Hanoi’s a place worth checking out, but we’re glad we only spent a couple of nights there.

Motos. They're EVERYwhere !!

- DP

Elephant Trekking

Among the tourist attractions in Luang Prabang, Laos is the Elephant Mahout course – a 1-day or 2-day excursion where you get to ride elephants mahout style (i.e. on their shoulders, the way their trainers do), learn their commands and then take them down to the river for a group bathing event.

We arrived at the elephant camp and were duly outfitted with our ‘mahout gear’, a rather unflattering matching denim set of three-quarter length shorts and a shirt. ‘Better their clothes than mine’ was my thought process and I ignored the hideousness of my outfit and resolved to have a good time.

The day started with an hour long ride on the elephants in the traditional elephant harness. This was likely to get us used to the size of the animals and used to the way in which they walk. After the ride, we sat down to a simple lunch and a nap, which was occasionally disturbed by the camp cat who insisted on chewing on our clothing while we slept. After swatting it away about 10 times it finally took the hint and fell asleep on a nearby pillow.   

After lunch came the moment to ride the elephants bare-back as it were. The ellies were lined up and we were encouraged on clamber off the platform and sit on their necks/shoulders and basically hold on for dear life. Except there was nothing to hold on to. My first few moments on the elephant were terrifying. Though the elephant herself was a lovely, gentle, obliging creature, I was concerned that I might lose my balance and then have to deal with a rather far drop to the ground. My assigned mahout sat behind me (in the seat normally reserved for tourists) and assured me it would be alright. About 30 mins into the walk he asked if I was doing ok. ‘How nice of him’ I thought, and replied affirmative. At which point he promptly took a nap and left me and the elephant to our own devices. Thanks fully my old girl was a peach, unlike Dave’s elephant who had a phobia of elephant dung and would veer off the trail and plough into the forest to avoid having to step over the dung of the elephants before here. As a result, Dave and his mahout were scratched and bloody after their walk, having ploughed through so many thorny trees.

Riding an elephant is a strange experience. It takes a bit of balance to sit comfortable on their shoulders as they walk, and as you lean on their heads for support, you realize how incredibly wiry the little hairs on their heads are. Sometimes, they flap their ears, which provides a lovely breeze as your legs are neatly tucked behind their massive ears as they walk.

The highlight of the day was taking the elephants down to the river to bathe. Mine elephant obligingly sat down and raise one knee, allowing me to clamber up her knee and onto her back (it’s not as graceful as it sounds – the mahout did a fair bit of pulling and shoving to get me up there as well). Dave’s elephant refused to sit down, but did put up her knee. She then proceeded to walk away while he was still climbing up her, leaving him dangling off a moving elephant until the mahouts managed to shove/hoist him up. Fun for all, especially the elephant. Here's a clip of it : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQ6hNw5OdPc

The elephants love the water and once they’re in, they proceed to get playful. In my case this meant showering me with cold river water from her trunk. In Dave’s case, it meant dunking under the water entirely, leaving Dave to wonder when he might fall off his crazy elephant and how he would get back up.

At the end of it all, we’d had a fantastic day. We politely ignored the fact that NO safety briefing had been included in the tour. So we devised our own safety measures which included hanging off the elephants ears and bellowing for help should something unexpected happen. One thing we did notice was that none of the elephants were prodded with elephant hooks. Instead, the mahouts used loud voices and small branches broken from trees to coax them forward. It was nice to see the animals are treated with kindness and gentleness and made the experience a positive one all around.   

- Dal

The Slowboat to Luang Prabang, Laos

When first told to take the ‘slow boat’ to Luang Prabang, Laos from Thailand, I was skeptical about the value we’d get from sitting aimlessly on a boat 2 days in a row. I wasn’t about to do it. At the best of times I don’t like boats – I find the sensation of being away from land disconcerting. Maybe a part of this is because I’m not very comfortable around deep water. And my resolutions to become a stronger swimmer have still seen no action (though, when I get home, I’m COMMITTED to swimming at least twice a week and finally learning a freestyle stroke, as I’ve yet to see anyone breast-stroke their way out of a dangerous ocean situation).

So when Dave suggested we take the slow-boat, I was appalled. I alternated between protesting and pouting, but the fact of the matter was, the only other option was a 12 hour mini bus ride over horrible roads. The slow boat it was.

Where we boarded the slowboat. We still bave no idea why all the boats were crammed so tightly together.

One of our many stops

This guy gave us a ride on his speedboat from Chiang Khong, Thailand to Xuai May, Lao, the night before we got on the slowboat.

We arrived at the pier that morning and saw a host of docked boat, waiting for the latest roundup of tourists. Apparently, 15 years ago, the slow boats were used to transport locals from Huay Xai to Luang Prabang. However, over the years Luang Prabang has been named a world heritage site and the tourists now flock there, so we were surprised to see our boat was occupied by a 90% tourist majority.

We got on the boat by literally walking up a plank from the ground to the boat. Suddenly I got vertigo and barely clambered up with my backpack on my back. Once we entered, we noticed the ‘luxury’ seats were all taken. At the front of the boat were about 16 seats that looked like they once belonged in a minivan. Beyond these seats were wooden benches (with backs, thank goodness) for a capacity of about 100 people seated comfortably.

We had been pre-warned about the wooden benches and had brought cushions with us to soften the ride. Mine was a graduation pillow that said ‘congratulations!’ on it, Dave’s had a pattern with little blue bears, but the most entertaining was the pillow of one of the friends’ we made, which read ‘You fill my little world light up’ and had a little bear hugging itself. The pillow belonged to Jeff the Aussie, and perhaps it was what made Jeff seem so approachable to us!  

Within the first 20 minutes of being on the boat, we saw one Frenchman fall into the baggage hole in the floor (he ended up with a bloody shin, and immediately a swat team of moms surrounded him with bandages, cotton and lao lao – the local whisky). We also saw quite a few tourists nearly stumble off a step on the boat, and Dave bashed his head against the ceiling while trying to get in. No blood though, so no attention or Lao Lao for him, unfortunately. ‘This is a death trap’ remarked one tourist’ ‘And we haven’t even left yet’ quipped another. And that’s how we made friends with Ed, Maria and Jeff.

The 3 were travelling together and we figured if we were going to be trapped on this death ship together for such a long period of time, we should make friends. This turned out to be a wise decision and they are LOVELY people who we spent the next few days with in Luang Prabang, and later met up with, through coincidence and good fortune in Phnom Penh and Siem Reap, Cambodia. Soon others joined the group as there were attracted by our little game of ‘Murder’ we had started playing as well as some card games where the loser had to eat the Blueberry-Hazelnut flavoured Pringles chips (yes..they tasted exactly as you think they do). There were Simon and Rosie who are also brilliant people (travelling for over a year !) who we went Elephant trekking with in Luang Prabang. And we rescued Christiane from the clutches of Frodo, the ship hobbit (background – we noticed one very loud American tourist who took off his shirt and had a nipple ring as well as a belly button ring. He was quickly christened ‘Lord of the Rings’ which then morphed into Frodo.)   Don’t worry – we didn’t make friends with Frodo so there is a slim to none chance he will ever read this blog.

 This poor wounded guy tripped into the luggage compartment that the Nurse mom is standing in !

During a couple of the stops, local kids would board the boat selling chips and beer.

An intense game of cards. Loser eats Hazelnut-Blueberry Pringles.

Turns out, in the company of good people the 2 day boat trip was a very fun experience. The Mekong River is absolutely beautiful, with densely forested hills rising by the water’s edge. And the boat moved smoothly enough that there was practically no sea sickness on the boat. In terms of danger, I’d say it was pretty low. While I didn’t see life jackets on the boat, in the rare event something did happen, the river is narrow enough for the average swimmer to make it safely to either bank. And I didn’t see any crocs to speak off, so I assume swimming would be pretty safe, as long as you didn’t ingest the water. Luckily, we didn’t have to find out.

My bum's saviour.

No caption required.

Just one of the many entertaining signs in SE Asia.

We’d highly recommend a visit to Luang Prabang if you ever get to Laos. It’s a beautiful little place where people go for 2 days and end up staying the week. The place is safe as there is a midnight curfew (not really enforced, but all the restaurants and bars close, so what else is there to do), which we broke only once as we tottered home after a rather fun night with the group. We were approached by a young fellow selling ‘#1 best opium’ which Dave politely declined before we picked up the pace to get home to our guest house.

 - Dal

Chiang Mai

From Bangkok, we flew to Chiang Mai which is the main city Northern Thailand. It’s much more relaxed than Bangkok during the day but the night is still bustling with vendors at the huge night market. We did our share of shopping (my fake Teva’s I got for $6 lasted for 3 weeks before I replaced them with $10 Crocs in Ho Chi Minh City last week) to the point that we actually shipped back some stuff home to ease our carry load (Sidebar - our load is embarrassing. We’ve each one big backpack and then 3 trolley bags plus the small camera bag. And we’ve even shipped a 7KG box of clothes back to Canada. Our lesson is that we really don’t need that many clothes when travelling since getting laundry done is so cheap).  

The food at the night market was phenomenal..Dal and I would chow down on pad thai, tom yum soup, red curry, fried shrimp etc..and wash it down with fresh lemon or coconut juice. Our meals would usually total around $4-5 for the two of us leaving us completely satiated.

Since tourists do tours, we booked a day to go visit the most notable landmark in Chiang Mai, Wat Phrathat Doi Suthep, which is a gorgeous temple complex on the top of a hill. The site was chosen in year 1383 in a rather unique fashion: a relic of Lord Buddha was placed on an elephant’s back and the spot where the elephant finally laid down and died was chosen as the area to erect the temple. Sounds like a real estate developer’s strategy to me. This Wat proved to be worth the 300+ stairs climb as it was truly majestic and we were honoured to receive blessings from monks in one of the enclosed temples.

That same day we visited two other tourist attractions : The Snake farm and the Monkey farm. This was a compromise as I hate snakes and Dal thought it was unfair to have monkeys perform out of their natural habitat. 

The snake farm turned out to be a hidden gem for a few reasons

1)      Some of the snake cages looked quite rickety and one pane of glass within a cage housing an albino cobra looked like it might shatter with a small amount of force

2)      During the 30-minute ‘show’ that took place in a ring, the Thai announcer stood next to a ghetto blaster that was playing an instrumental version of Europe’s “ The Final Countdown”.  The volume would be high for a few seconds…he then he’s turn it to low and provide some commentary and jokes...then back to high volume.. Here a sample

·         “Snake very big”

·         10 seconds of the Final Countdown at volume level  7..then back to level 2

·         “Snake very fast”

·         10 seconds of the Final Countdown at volume level  7..then back to level 2

·         “Keep your eyes on snake”

·         10 seconds of the Final Countdown at volume level  7..then back to level 2

·         “He keep eyes on you”

·         10 seconds of the Final Countdown at volume level  7..then back to level 2

·          “His poison can kill you in 10 minutes”

·         10 seconds of the Final Countdown at volume level  7..then back to level 2

·         “Hospital 11 minutes from here”

This sequence literally carried on for 30 minutes and I completely regret not recording it on video just for his commentary.

3)      We got an opportunity to have a python drape itself around our neck and shoulders. It felt exactly how you’d probably imagine: heavy, slightly slimy and cold. The term drape, however is left open to interpretation by the snake. On me, you see the more traditional drape. However he gave Dal a bit more of a snug greeting.

Apparently monkey farms bring out my inner Homer Simpson/Peter Griffin as I was rollicking in laughter as monkeys shot basketballs through a hoop, lifted weights, sold monkey balm and recognized numbers. Dal was concerned that the treatment of these monkeys were poor as there was separation of mother and child, the performing monkeys were kept in cages (so as not to attack the crowd I suppose) and there were monkeys on display that were chained by the foot. I rationalized that the show only went for a few hours and then the monkeys were able to live normally again. Also, the monkeys were quite well fed as tourists could buy food for $1 and throw them to the various monkey. And of course…it brings joy to tourists and raises awareness about monkeys.

One other big highlight was the fish spa. A fish spa, for those not in the know, is basically an aquarium containing schools of very small fish. Tourists dip their legs in this aquarium and the fish swam to the legs picking off dead skin. It’s really a win-win situation for everyone. We did it for about 20 minutes..and I could never quite get comfortable with the sensation of these little guys pecking at my legs. Dal blissfully enjoyed it. I have to admit though that my legs and feet did feel like a baby’s bottom afterwards, as promised by the vendor.

- DP

Remembrance Day

In the last 2 weeks, we’ve visited

• Vietnam War Remnants Museum, a tribute to the 1.1 million soldiers and the 3.0 million civilians that perished
• Cu Chi Tunnels, a very strategic location that the Vietcong defended against the US and Vietnam armies by using an intricate ground tunnel system to hide, move and attack
• My Son Temple Ruins, in Hoi An, Vietnam where we saw bomb craters and the remains of temples
• The Killing Fields in Phnom Penh, Cambodia where over 17,000 people that were tortured by the Khmer Rouge were dumped into mass graves – over 2.5 million people died during this regime
• The Cambodian Land Mine museum that was started by Aki Ra, one of CNN 2010 Hero finalists

These experiences, along with the Genocide museums and churches we saw in Rwanda, have been nothing short of heartbreaking for us. It’s simply astonishing such brutalities against fellow human beings have occurred in the last 35 years under the watch of the world. I have a tremendous amount of respect for the people of these countries that appear to have forgiven their oppressors and have moved on to carry wide smiles on their faces, although they remain mired in abject poverty.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed” – The opening of the US Declaration of Independence written in 1776 by Thomas Jefferson. This quote is also displayed, sardonically perhaps, at the Vietnam War Remnants Museum in Ho Chi Minh City.

In North America, war is justified as a last-resort method to defend basic freedoms. Having travelled through countries where citizens have suffered and been displaced by wars and still don’t enjoy these freedoms has made me appreciate what we have in Canada. We enjoy the right to achieve a standard of living to essentially experience anything we desire. We have personal and national security. We have rights. We are given free education. We are a land of opportunity for immigrants. We have social programs for those in need. We’re not a perfect country but all things considered, we have so little to complain about.

“I would like the opportunity to come to Canada” – said optimistically by countless people we’ve talked to during our trip. Sadly, I know that the majority of the people that express this desire will never have this opportunity. Poverty is an immovable anchor for the current generation and their best hope is to provide their children such an opportunity through education. Of course many of these children are also expected to help provide money for the family which hampers their education and the cycle of poverty continues. Throw in corrupt governments and enterprises that strive to widen the gap of rich and poor and it’s easy to be disillusioned.

Is there hope ? We've had the fortune meet people who have dedicated themselves to creating glimmers of hope for those in need. In Rwanda, we stayed with Cathy and Teste who run http://www.prefercanada.org/. At the Cambodian Land Mine Museum, we learned about Aki Ra who was a former Khmer Rouge soldier who has now dedicated his life to removing active landmines from his country. http://edition.cnn.com/SPECIALS/cnn.heroes/archive10/aki.ra.html . And tomorrow, we get to meet Ponheary Ly, another CNN 2010 Hero nominee, who supports the education of over 2,000 children in Cambodia http://edition.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/06/18/cnnheroes.ly.cambodia/index.html.

This Remembrance Day, as a Canadian, I am grateful for the freedoms I enjoy and the people that have protected them. As a citizen of the world however, I am saddened that all men aren’t given equal opportunities to pursue life, liberty and happiness. As a human being, I’m inspired by those who smile regardless of their circumstances and dedicate themselves to improving the lives of others.

-DP

Boy selling postcards in Hanoi, Vietnam

Woman, working at Handicapped Handicrafts, near Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

Taken in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

Theogene, one of my favourite kids

Aliene and Sarah

The adult class in Rwanda..one of my favourite photos

Safari in Tanzania

Given we were already on the continent of Africa, we reasoned it made absolute sense for us to go on Safari and catch some of the local wildlife. We decided we’d get our safari on in Tanzania, with trips to the Ngorogoro Crater, the Serengeti and Lake Manyara.

We were met at the Kilimanjaro airport by our guide ‘Nile’ and were told we’d have to wait for 3 more people to join our group. A few minutes later we heard they would not be joining us, which meant Dave and I had essentially scored a private tour for the next few days.

Our safari started with the Ngorogoro crater. We’d typically start our drives at 7am and keep going until 5pm. Every time Nile got a message on the radio, he’d zip off into a new direction and Dave would ask ‘what is it?’ and I would say ‘let’s not ask in case we jinx it’. Usually, this rushed frenzy resulted in some fantastic animal action. One time it was a pair of lions in heat. We waited for 30 mins to see if they would do the deed but apparently they had just finished and were lying in a heap on the floor, napping in the sun. Oh well. Another time it was 7 females from a pride, ready for the morning hunt. They stalked and charged a herd of buffalo and we believe they caught one further off. But then, the buffalo turned and charged the lions and it was amazing to see them chase off the pride. The males in the pride proved themselves completely useless by wandering about aimlessly, and after being unable to locate the kill, plunked themselves under a tree. Useless. In their efforts at doing nothing, they managed to leave the cubs behind, one of which went missing, and we watched the mama lion walk around and call to the lion cubs for about 20 minutes before we had to race away. We hope she found the little one.   

Other exciting scenes included a lion guarding a freshly killed zebra, mangled beyond recognition. I quipped that his friends must be in mourning as they all wore black and white that day. Cheap, I know.

 In Tanzania, safari vehicles are not allowed to go off designated trails, and I was somewhat concerned that any animals we saw would be too far away from the path to get a good look at. After all, if I was an animal I’d want to stay as far off the path as possible and leave the humans to themselves. I needn’t have worried – as if positioned by the park rangers (which they weren’t) we found the wildlife to be extremely cooperative. We spotted prides of lions and herd of elephants, zebra, buffalo, hippos, giraffe, cheetahs, monkeys of all shapes and sizes, wildebeest and hyenas close to, or on the trails, and most of them seemed to acknowledge the vehicle but not be overly concerned by it. Female lions walked in the shadow of the safari vehicle, perhaps grateful for the shade and generally went about their business.

The entire experience was wonderful. I think even the most steadfast atheist would have to look around at the amazing creation and realize that God, or something, must have had a grand plan to create something so magnificent. I simply cannot imagine how so many varied species of animals and birds are indigenous to one area of the earth. This must be where Noah’s Ark landed.

Africa did not disappoint. It lived up to every grand movie scene, where jeeps race against an endless horizon and epic music scores from Hans Zimmer play in the background.

As we left the Serengeti, I felt a sense of happiness for having crossed off a major item on my bucket list, and a bit wistful that I was leaving this beautiful land. Then, in a moment of pure cheese, I played Toto’s ‘Africa’ on my Ipod and looked misty eyed at the ‘Thank you for visiting the Serengeti. Please come again.’ sign as we charged out.

- Dal

A male lion. Regal, yet surprisingly useless.

Herd of Elephants.

Whatchu lookin' at ?

It's almost like she's posing for a portrait.

Giraffes getting ready for a drink of water.

Lioness guarding the kill.

Leopard in the tree.

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