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Southeast Asia in a Nutshell

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

Angkor ThomAfter four trips and 11 months of travel in Southeast Asia over the past six years, we’ve pretty much exhausted the region. There are a couple of places we wanted to go to but never made it to – Camaguin in the Philippines and Sulawesi in Indonesia – but other than that we’ve seen and done just about everything Southeast Asia has to offer, and it’s time to move on to different parts of the globe.

So, as we prepare to fly from Singapore to Sydney tomorrow (but first: the bus from Malacca, and a fifth Malaysian exit stamp this year alone) for a brief rest and some catching up with family and friends, we find ourselves reflecting on the region, and to that end I’ll offer some of the best (and worst) of Southeast Asia – enjoy:

Best Country: A toss up between Indonesia, the Philippines, Laos and Burma (Myanmar). I still firmly believe that Indonesia has the most to offer but the distances are long, the transport is difficult and the food is ordinary. I’m almost ready to hand the crown to Burma – it has one stupendous historic site, plenty of Buddhist places of interest and lovely, sincere people (this despite them being among the most oppressed in the world, so much so that some of them are even trying to flee to Bangladesh, of all places, in search of a better life) – but it does lack some of the main natural highlights of some of the other regional countries like volcanoes, karst scenery and easy wildlife viewing. Virtually all of Laos is extremely nice but not much of it is spectacular, while the Philippines ticks almost all the boxes but it doesn’t have any pre-colonial sights, and while Christianity offers something new in the region, I found that I missed the eastern religions when I was there.

Best Large City: Singapore or Bangkok (Thailand).

Worst Large City: Jakarta (Indonesia).

Best Small Cities: Four spring to mind: Luang Prabang (Laos), Hoi An (Vietnam), Malacca (Malaysia) and Georgetown (Malaysia).

Best Instance of Wendy Getting Growled at by a Tiger: Seven Mountains Lake, Sumatra (Indonesia).

Best Food: Singapore. (Owing to a momentary brain freeze, I originally wrote Thailand as the answer to this one. One prawn laksa and one fried kway teow later, my senses have been restored.)

Worst Food: Indonesia.

Best Historic Sight: The Angkor temples (Cambodia), followed by Bagan (Burma) and Borobudur (Java, Indonesia).

Best Karst Scenery: The Bacuit Archipelago in Palawan (the Philippines), followed by Krabi (Thailand), Halong Bay (Vietnam) and, on land, various places in Northern Laos.

Most Surprising 6:40am Knock on a Hotel Door Accompanied by Huge Plates of Nasi Goreng for Breakfast: Kota Agung, Sumatra (Indonesia).

Best Wildlife Experience: A two-day Orang-Utan-themed boat trip through Tanjung Puting National Park in Kalimantan (Indonesia); then Bako N.P. or the Kinabatangan River (both Malaysia).

Cheapest Room: US$0.50 for a double room in Ban Huay Baw (Laos).

Best Underwater Experience: Sipadan (Malaysia), then Donsol for whale sharks (the Philippines) and the islands west of Flores in the Komodo National Park (Indonesia).

Best Meal: Snapper hot plate at the Gardenia in Labuanbajo (Flores, Indonesia), hawker-stall prawn laksa on North Bridge Road (Singapore), anything at Mai Kadee (Thailand).

Most Out-of-Place American Coffee Shop: Pyin-u-Lwin (Burma).

Best Instance of Wendy Getting Chased by a Fighting Bull: A bull-fighting arena somewhere near Bukkitingi, Sumatra (Indonesia).

Best Volcanic Scenery: It has to be Mt. Rinjani on Lombok with its extraordinary volcano-within-a-volcano (Indonesia), followed by Kelimutu on Flores (Indonesia) and Mt. Pinatubo in Luzon (the Philippines). Mt. Bromo (Java, Indonesia) gets all the hype but it’s too popular for its own good.

Best Beach: A hard one for us to answer, since we avoided most of the celebrated beach hangouts of the region. Of the ones we did visit, some favourites are Pero on Sumba (Indonesia), Gili Air off Lombok (Indonesia) and any strip of sand in the Bacuit Archipelago (the Philippines).

Best Sign: This one (Bali, Indonesia), and the one that read: FRESH RABBIT MEAT / PET RABBIT SOLD HERE (Kuching, Malaysia).

Most Surreal Experience of Being Mobbed by Dozens of Touts at a Bus Station: Siem Reap (Cambodia).

Best Filipino Fast Food: Biggs Diner, then Jolibee.

Best Rice Terraces: Batad (the Philippines), Bali (Indonesia). And, for something different, the Spider Rice Fields in Flores (Indonesia).

Village Most Completely Overrun by Tourism: A photo finish between Vang Vieng (Laos) and Ubud (Bali, Indonesia) – I’d say the former.

Most Claustrophobic Underground Hideout: Cu Chi Tunnels (Vietnam).

Best Markets: The floating market in Banjarmasin (Kalimantan, Indonesia), the fish auction market at Bandar Lampung (Sumatra, Indonesia), various markets in South Vietnam.

Most Picturesque Drying Chillis: Luang Prabang (Laos).

Country You’d Least Expect to be so Rampantly Capitalist Given its Recent History: Vietnam.

Fish Market Containing the Most Finless Sharks: Hoi An (Vietnam).

Weirdest Alms We Ever Gave to Buddhist Monks
: Uncooked rice and toothpaste (Thailand) – it turns out you’re not supposed to give them uncooked rice because they don’t cook their own food. Surely the toothpaste was useful, though.

Most Remote Places Visited: Wae Rebo on Flores, the Lingga Islands off Sumatra and Tambong Malahoi in Kalimantan (all Indonesia).

Best Decisions We Made: Choosing to wait in Semporna for three-and-a-half days to go snorkeling in Sipadan rather than giving up and skipping it (Malaysia); doing the same trip in Halong Bay twice to get a nice weather day (Vietnam); running away from the aforementioned growling tiger (Indonesia); making the effort to reach out-of-the-way Kong Lor Cave (Laos).

Best Train Ride: The journey over the Goktiek Viaduct (Burma).

Worst Decisions We Made: Going overland through South Sumatra rather than flying over it, and then not visiting football-playing elephants or Krakatao, for reasons unknown (Indonesia); not closing the zipper on Wendy’s bag while it lay on rocks near a river near Krui in aforementioned South Sumatra, and shortly thereafter seeing her camera cruising down the river (Indonesia); going to the so-called Tiger Temple (Thailand); setting a combination lock to an apparently easily guessable combination, resulting in disappearing money (Indonesia).

Toughest Hike: Mt Rinjani on Lombok without a doubt – on Gili Air the day after descending, we were so sore that we literally could barely move (Indonesia).

Best Value Activity: Tubing down a river for hours in Bukit Lawang (Indonesia) – US$0.30 for the tube rental.

Best Festivals: Funeral Ceremony on Bali (Indonesia), Ati-Atihan in Kalibo (the Philippines); That Luang in Vientiane (Laos).

Local Food You Wouldn’t Touch With a 10-Foot Pole: Balut eggs (the Philippines), these delicacies (Laos), 1000-year old egg (and it tastes like it’s been rotting for that long too – Thailand)

Best Caves: Kong Lor Cave (Laos) and Sumaging Cave in Sagada (the Philippines).

Best Photo: This one (Laos). Or this one (Vietnam). Perhaps this (Thailand). Or this one (Malaysia). I’ll let you choose, and I hope you enjoyed the tour.

Meanwhile, the journey continues…

Something New

Monday, October 29th, 2007

After a third set of ruins yesterday – Si Satchanalai, possibly the best of the three and certainly the best situated, in jungle-like scenery that recalls Raiders of the Lost Ark – we decided it was time for something new, and to that end we made our way to Mai Sot with the idea of taking a multi-day rafting/trekking/elephant riding/waterfalls/hot springs/hill tribe village trip.

Unfortunately it didn’t work out. For all the wonderful experiences and memories that travel has given us, it also brings out the worst sometimes. I’ve fainted while entranced from whirling dervishes in Pakistan; thrown up four times consecutively out of a bus window in India; had hemorrhoids in Morocco; the worst diarrhea imaginable in Benin … and yesterday, something new: a seizure on the side of a Thai highway. I’m not really sure how this turned from what felt like standard motion sickness as we were travelling on a minibus through some mountains to severe cramping in all four limbs with my hands involuntary compressing into a claw-like position, but that’s what happened. It was a bit frightening, but after a while the feeling came back into my hands and feet and I feel OK now.

At any rate, we decided it wouldn’t be very smart to take the 4-hour, 165km journey to Umphang, on a road that yesterday’s driver described as 10 times worse than the one we were just on, especially as we’d have to do it twice since Umphang is a dead-end. That means we’ll miss out on the multi-day trip, but we’ll make up for it by finding some elephant trekking in Laos. Besides, we save loads of money this way as it was going to be very expensive (about US$330 dollars for the two of us, when we are otherwise averaging less than US$20 per day between us in Thailand).

So, we’re spending a quiet day today in Mai Sot. We’re only 6km from the Burmese border, and we’ve already seen a few Burmese on the streets here. You can tell the Burmese because the women have a pasty substance in their faces which is common in Burma, and the men wear longyis, a sort of sarong, as regular clothes. (Thinking of longyis always makes me smile as I remember a newspaper article I read in Burma that started: ‘Most men in Western countries wear pants.’) So it’s been nice to recall our month in Burma four years ago but also sad to think about the crushing of the recent protests that was worse than what happened in Tiananmen Square in 1989 and appears to have done little to sway the world powers to act against the junta – isn’t it funny how if Burma had oil, the US military would be bombing the country and removing the junta as I type?. (Ted, I just realised that you might be blocked from reading this post in China, now that I mentioned Tiananmen Square. Interesting test, no?)

Anyway, tomorrow we’ll probably head to Chiang Mai in our continued efforts to get to Laos, though I’m not so much looking forward to the “gap-year-faux-hippy schlock”, which is how our friend Lucy describes the city.