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Thursday, December 25, 2003

2003 A Cambodian Christmas Story

December 18, 2003 – Thursday - Traveling to Siem Reap and Angkor Wat for Christmas

As I crossed the border into Cambodia at Poi Pet, one could not help but marvel at the amazing variations of vehicles and cargos being pulled, pushed or driven from Cambodia into Thailand. If one has ever seen the earlier movies of Mel Gibson (such as"Mad Max" and “Thunderdome”), one might be able to envision the sites one saw unfolding around them as they attempted to pass through Thai immigration into Cambodia.

Mad Max had nothing on the reality of the vehicles on the roads of Cambodia.

On this particular morning, after waking early from my hotel in Aranyaprathet on the Thai side of the border, I managed to enter the immigration line at 07:30, only completing the exodus at 08:30 after being in line an hour; 15 minutes of which was spent with a female Thai immigration official giving me the third degree interrogation concerning my passport and my entry and exits from Thailand.

I found this whole incident absurd, as unlike many others, I always exit the country legally on or before the 90 day visa stamp limit and have never “sent” my visa across the border which has been the custom for so many years by so many expats living in Thailand.

Anyway, the good thing about this entire episode was I had a chance to meet a Cambodian who was studying in Bangkok and was returning to Phnom Penh for the Christmas holiday. She struck up a conversation with me while in line and after spending some time after finally clearing the required immigration points for both countries, she hailed me as I was roaming about trying to find transportation to Siem Reap.

As it turned out, two of her classmates were also heading home as well, but instead of Phnom Penh, they were going in the same direction as me, Siem Reap (it translates into “Siamese Defeated”). This turned out to be extremely fortunate for me and after the required price haggling for a seat in the shared Toyota Camry, (we settled on a price of 300 baht each) I started to make my way out of the chaos of this filthy border town.

We immediately started up a conversation and their knowledge of the world, its geography, politics and history astounded me. Their English was also superb and what would normally have been a boring and rough 4-5 hour trip across this part of northern Cambodia, turned into one of the more enjoyable trips of the recent past.

It wasn’t long out of Poi Pet where we were stopped by “officials”, who I determined to be some form of customs. As you can see from the photo, even though one was wearing a "uniform", my suspicion as to their true mission was highly suspect.

Looks pretty "official" to me!

After going through several of the bags, they allowed us to continue our journey east across the rice patties and dirt roads of the region. (You can always tell the guys who are on the "take" or somehow think they are "bad dudes" in this part of the world as they always wear dark sunglasses....too many American movies!)


The trip east was once again fairly uneventful. I had done this trip back in May of 2003 and knew pretty much what to expect…..and it had not changed much other than a couple of bridges that were unusable in May were now at least “crossable” ...(and that word takes on another meaning here.)

As we headed for Siem Reap, which is actually the province and name of the main town that serves the temple complex ofAngkor Wat, I marvel at the serenity of the country side, the pace of life here, the cleanliness of the small villages we passed along the way, the mats of rice being dried alongside the trail we traveled AND the choking dust of the journey.

When I say “dust”, it is not like the dust one normally thinks of. It is a dust that permeates even into the air conditioned Toyota and after only an hour, even with the windows closed, you have a coating on your skin and clothes that transforms itself into a substance like baked mud when water is applied. Even trying to clean your face, arms and hands from this substance with running water takes both quite a bit of water and effort.

The "road" to Phnom Penh from Siem Reap/Angkor Wat

As we are in a private car and not a bus (commercial bus stops are frequent and planned so that the company and driver get a commission), we stop very infrequently.

As I was getting a bit hungry during the 5 hours, I pulled out a jar of super crunchy Skippy peanut butter that I always carry with me on trips as well as a small loaf of sandwich bread.

As I prepared my feast, I offered the same to each of the boys that are with me in the backset of the Toyota Camry "taxi". Each accepts readily and taking very little from the jar, spread it on each of their slices. They actually seemed to really enjoy it and this surprised me somewhat but was totally understandable later as I learned that one of them had worked in a factory making peanut butter while studying in school and that theSeven Day Adventist mission that was funding their studies in Thailand also used peanut butter as a daily supplement to their meals.

As we get closer to Siem Reap, one of the young men I am riding with invites me to his home. I considered this a real honor which I immediately accepted.

As we drew closer to town and passed the airport, we veered off the main road (it has turned to pavement now) and once again were back on a dirt road which in reality is nothing more than a dike between rice paddies.

After a bit of confusion as to where his house was (this surprised me a bit), we finally pulled down a small path and stopped in front of a simple house surrounded by his family, from the oldest to the youngest.

I was introduced to his father as well as the rest of the family. Once again, as is so typical when I travel, one of the first questions I am asked is if I am married. In Thailand I understand the reason for this question but here, I am not quite sure what the motivation is.

I was than invited to visit some of the other homes in the "estate" or "compound" or "mission". Not sure what you would call it actually but it was a place just outside of Siem Reap where on 20 hectares of land the Seven Day Adventist Churchhad established a mission and an orphanage.

The entrance to the mission.

The orphanage is called the “Wat Preah Yesu Children’s Home” and is run by an Australian couple, Tim and Wendy Maddocks. They invited me to share lunch with them, their two sons and their family that was visiting with them from Australia on what was now my 1st day back at Angkor Wat.

I had a very long conversation with Tim before the meal and we talked at length about the issues there at the orphanage; the growing of crops, raising of various types of animals and fish and about the state of the children at the school, many of which were dying from HIV/AIDs.

Apparently, only the previous week, one of the more popular children had died and this had been hard on everyone, especially so close to Christmas. I was also able to meet a couple of the younger boys who had cataracts on their eyes but who had been able to have surgery done recently which had helped restore a bit of their vision.

It seemed both Tim and Wendy had their hands full, in addition to raising their own children under such conditions. They did however seem to be doing it with vitality and dedication that would be difficult anywhere to match. If you would like to help these wonderful people and their cause out, their email is012804017@mobitel.com.kh or you might be able to reach them by phoning them at 012-804-017 or (855) 12-804-017 internationally.

It was also at this stop where I am first introduced to a Khmer delicacy…..trays of large tarantula spiders! Hmmmmmmm ….don’t they look good!"

After finishing our lunch and a after a bit of probing questions from Wendy (marriage, children, why here, etc.) , I caught a ride into town with Tim on his Suzuki dirt bike (which is pretty much a requirement on these rough roads, either in the rainy or dry seasons).

After saying goodbye, I headed across the street and as I was pretty tired and in dire need of a shower to wash away the dust and dirt from the journey, I checked into the Chao Say Guest House which is located in the main part of Siem Reap and is owned by a local character named Dominique Raymackers. Although a bit pricey on a backpacker's budget compared to what you can get a little further out of town or a the Popular Guest House in town; for $8 USD a night, I got a very clean and pleasant room with fan and a bathroom with hot water...and a very pleasant welcoming smile from one of the young ladies!

After getting cleaned up, I headed out once again to find the “Paper Tiger” which is a very popular watering hole for many expats in town, one which I had frequented often back in May and early June.

Bruno L'Hoste and his very new baby girl!

As you can most probably tell from the proper name, "Le Tigre de papier”, has a heavy French influence and patronage. Bruno, the owner is French but speaks English fluently and although portending to be tired often, seems to love greeting his customers and exchanging gossip with them. Michael Bouzon is the evening manager (also a Frenchman) but converses in English as well.

Upstairs there is a large selection of used books (10,000), with a large selection in French (of course) but English as well. In the evenings, Bruno shows a movie on a large screen and the upstairs bookshop is transformed into a 20 person movie theatre! The movie is free but a minimum of one drink is required.

It was here during this first evening back that I once again ran into another fascinating couple, this time headed off to Vietnam to buy Vietnam War memorabilia which they sell on the Internet from their home in England.

The very charming and beautiful ladies from the "The Paper Tiger" cafe in Siem Reap, Cambodia.

December 19, 2003
Friday - Day 2 - Siem Reap

As I was on a tight budget and was traveling alone, the Chao Say was a bit more than I needed and after a good nights rest, headed out in the early morning to get a bite to eat and explore a bit more of this incredible town.

The day was cool, with overcast, gray skies (which was not what I had expected in the middle of the dry season.) and as I continued to explore, I stopped into a restaurant for my first breakfast.

Although this first return experience was not typical, I was unfortunate in having selected a place that advertised a "Full English Breakfast" for $1.50, which sounded pretty good I thought….

As it turned out, this translated into an egg, coffee with no milk, 2 pieces of very, very burnt “bacon” (I think), a few slices of bread with no butter or jam and some pretty pathetic looking and tasting French fries. (Fortunately, my breakfast experiences improved radically as this trip continued….)

After "breakfast", I continued to walk about town and as I had only baht, I decided to change that to Cambodian Riel. Although everything is in US dollar (and I do mean everything), having “small money” in Riel makes things a bit easier. There is an exchange near the main market down from the Chao Say Guest House where I haggled with the girl on the exchange rate, finally getting 190,000 Riel for a 2,000 baht. (I was later however able to get 100,000 Riel for 1,000 baht at an exchange at theCentral/New Market.)

As I walked across the river, I started exploring some of the back paths away form the "tourist market" area. I soon discovered a place that is located behind the Crocodile Farm and the next bridge on the road headed south out of town. It was called the "Fresh Air Guest House” and for $2 USD a night, you can get a clean, fairly large room (with no bathroom) or if you really want to splurge, $3 will buy you a room and a bathroom.

I didn’t actually count the total number of rooms, but on the ground floor there appeared to be 10 or 12 rooms.

This was obviously the epitome of a backpacker’s hotel with drinks from the cooler taken on an honor system and paid for when you checked out. There is also an area near the front entrance with a TV, some tables, chairs, hammocks and forgotten books and magazines where people gather after their long journeys here.

Not sure how exactly you can make money on hotel rooms at $2-3 a night but I suspect the “peripherals” are how this is accomplished as both bus and boat journeys are heavily displayed here. I suspected and later verified that the $8 bus tickets to Phnom Penh can actually be had for $4 if you go and buy the ticket yourself from the bus company, with the same ticket showing a $20 price! (so it appears there is a lot of flexibility as to how much a hotel, guest house or travel agency can make from the unsuspecting tourist). Not sure about the kickback on the $25 ticket for the 5 hour boat trip to Phnom Penh but I suspect it is at least half as well. (I later confirmed at the docks in Siem Reap that it was in fact $12 for a Cambodian...)

20 December – Saturday - 17:30 Day 4
(Saturday) 20 December 2003

Today's sunset was a huge fireball, perfectly aligned with the section of the river looking west as I crossed the bridge back into town from walking from the Fresh Air Guest House. Absolutely stunning!

It was really a nothing day with the main events consisting of picking up a $4 USD bus ticket from the bus company (G.S.T Express) to Phnom Penh and finding a the “real locals market” on a dusty side road just south of town. It is always fun being the only foreigner in such places; the smiles, the raised eyebrows, the sparkling eyes…..

I was told by Bruno (owner of the Paper Tiger) that the best bus company in town was a very low key operation just west of the Central Market on Achamean Street where I was able to pick out and reserve my seat south with a 07:15 departure time..

(Note: Achamean Street has a huge Sokimax Gas and Service Station on the corner and is the same company which has the "concession" to sell tickets into the Angkor Wat Temple Complex).

On my way back from the bus company, I strolled around theCentral Market and ended up buying a $2 USD t-shirt from a really vivacious young lady named Marina who owned one of the many newer stalls there. Her whole being was enchanting and bubbly and I found it impossible to not be her first customer of the day and give her “luck” for the remainder of that day. (Who knows if it was true or not, but it sure felt good!)

I also explored some of the stalls of the other vendors and found a nice little stall with lots of interesting used books, mostly in English. Once again there seemed to be a two-tier pricing system for the books as there was one price for Cambodians and another (higher price) for foreigners.

In walking back to the guest house to pick up some software for a friend, I came across a very loud and very large birthday party. Seems birthdays as well as weddings and funerals are all large productions here. I witnessed all three with the weddings being a very colorful production with brightly colored tents and guests and the funerals having large processions; some of which are filled with hired individuals to participate (such as entire classes of school children).

I also had a great lunch today for $1.50 consisting of a large bowl of chicken curry (Khmer Curry) and a plate of rice. Just thinking about the curry makes my mouth water and this was only the first of several times that I ate at this market restaurant downtown.

It was also interesting to note the young boys who hung out around these restaurants with their small plastic bags. Although not begging or bothering you as you ate, they would, once you were finished come to the table and take the remaining food/rice, pour it into their bags and scurry off.

There wasn’t that many actually, never numbering more than three that I saw. They did not bother me or anyone else and there seemed to have been established some form of “protocol” as to the practice. I intentionally left some rice and curry on my plate for them to have although I felt like buying the entire lot lunch….

21 December 2003 - Day 4 (already!) Sunday

Got up at 05:30 to shower and pack for the bus trip south toPhnom Penh. Although I found the weather crisp and extremely pleasant, many at the time, including the foreigners found it cold and some at the guest house were loudly complaining that they needed more blankets. Funny to see the Cambodians moving around, bundled up in large jackets, long sleeve shirts and heavy socks on their feet, stuck into their flip flops.

I also took another long walk this morning on the way to the bus company, walking from the Fresh Air Guest House with my backpack in only 25 minutes.

Daniel Jump having a snack as we cross the river by ferry on the way to Phnom Penh.

As I board the bus and find my seat, I see another couple and a small boy board the bus as well. She is obviously Cambodian and he looks American. Even as I am thinking this, he comes back to my seat and starts up a long conversation which as the days go by during this adventure, turns into a warm friendship.

Dani as it turns out is a trained horticulturist who spent many years growing up in India with his missionary parents and who subsequently, (after getting degrees in agriculture and languages in the USA), went off to work in the US Peace Corp, living in countries from Paraguay to West Africa to Cambodia! Presently he has taken up a position as “beekeeper” with a NGO in Siem Reap where he will be both establishing hives and teaching the art of beekeeping to his Cambodian colleagues. More about him and his family later….

Note: Dani also introduced me to David Cowled who owns and runs with his wife "The Balcony", which is a very nice coffee lounge and art gallery ( www.timbrez.com ) located around the corner from the Paper Tiger.

What made this conversation so interesting was that Dave was also very interested in light aviation and had purchased an ultra-light which he now had at his home.

Dani had found out on our long, 8 hour bus trip south to Phnom Penh that I had once been a flight instructor and still had a keen interest in civil aviation in Southeast Asia and thought Dave and I might be able to share some ideas. He was absolutely correct as we discussed for well over an hour what was going on with civil aviation and flying in Cambodia and discussed the future possibility of setting up a flying club there. More to come on this later!

At 07:25 we left the bus company 10 minutes later than the advertised departure time of 7:15 AM. Although the company apparently won’t leave without you if you have already purchased a ticket, I found out as the trip progressed they will leave (without you!) if you are not onboard after one of the many “rest/food stops”.

As we head east and than south to Phnom Penh, after only 20 minutes the road turns into hell, and this is the way it mostly remains for the next few hours. What is funny about this is that when you ask “locals” about the road, they tell you it is “great” (Tilt!). After trying to understand this, I finally determined that it is “great” compared to what it was only a year ago.

The “road” however does not really fall into that definition of the word and at best can be described as asphalt between huge and numerous potholes with “bridges” no more than loose, wooden planks more or less overtop some type of metal, wood or old stone structure.

At 08:15, we have our first stop for Breakfast where I witnessed some form of large “military convoy” whiz by in their numerous Land Rovers and other 4 wheel vehicles. Some of the vehicles appeared to contain people of some importance and other than the crash-helmeted soldiers wearing body armor, there however appeared to be no weapons of any sort (which I thought rather odd.)


After leaving this first rest stop at 08:45, we continued on toPhnom Penh hitting the upper regions of Lake Tonle Sap at 10:45. Only 15 minutes later we crossed a large river and bridge and entered the town of Kompon Thom where we took our second break (from 11:00-11:40).

I wandered about the market with Dani and snapped a few photos. We boarded the bus and headed south again 40 minutes after our stop.

The road from this point on is horrible as well and shakes your insides out. (Fortunately no one used the bus company provided "barf bags"!) We stopped at another area where I was a bit hungry after all this bouncing around and decided to have another simple lunch of rice and vegetables but soon discovered the outrageous sum of 3,000 Riel which is more than twice what it should have been. Oh well, should have asked before I ate it. We left this place at 14:10.

We eventually arrived in Phnom Penh later that afternoon (15:30 at the taxi stand) but as I soon discovered, we are not actually dropped off in town but before the large “Japanese” bridge that spans the point of land where the Mekong and Tonle Sap Rivers meet (the Chroy Chang Va/War area) .

It seems the rationale for this is that a new road tax has been instituted on buses entering and leaving the city via this route and to avoid paying this fee, the bus companies simply drop their passengers off at the Chroy Chang Va/War Taxi Station on the peninsula between the Mekong and Tonle Sap Rivers. If I had not been with Dani (who was explaining this to me), I would have been very, very confused by these events as there were no signs or explanations as to what was going on.

Dani had stayed in Phnom Penh before at the Sunday Guest House and after calling them earlier in the day, called them again whereupon they sent a car and driver to pick us up. (Seems they pickup and drop off their guests at the various bus stations.) I was booked into the $3 a night room with fan, Dani and his wife and son got a large room with TV and bathroom for $5 a night.

As it turned out, this place was actually quite nice with huge common balconies overlooking the city. The family that run this place were really quite nice with the young girl who worked as the manager taking English lessons during the evenings. I noticed this as a van pulled up one evening to pick her up and she later told me about the school and her lessons.

I also got some of my clothes washed here for a dollar a kilo and rented a bicycle for $1 a day. A young Japanese guy who is living at the guest house put a small website up for them and it can be found at www.geocities.com/sundayguesthouse .

The Sunday Guest House is easy to find on Street 141 just off Street 214 (also known as "Yugoslavia or Tito Boulevard-I call it "Embassy Row"), just past the German Embassy and the Cuban Consulate. Seems to be a popular place to stay for a wide range of nationalities and budget travelers.

22 December 2003 – Monday – Phnom Penh

A good part of this day was spent helping my new friend fromSiem Reap, Dani, find and buy a digital camera. We visited the huge Canon Shop as well as Olympus and Nikon shops. Although my experiences and prejudices were more inclined towards the Olympus line, we eventually ended up with a 3 mega pixel Nikon that started off at $410 USD but after two more trips back to the store for comparison shopping, we got the owner down to $375. Bargain hard on these items and you will get a pretty reasonable discount.

I also spent part of the day with a young English chap who asked me for directions in his effort to find a language school that he had flown in from Hong Kong to start work for. Once again, a very, very interesting young man who had spent most of his life in Hong Kong or England studying. His father was a captain for Cathay Pacific and he was here to teach English while his knee recovered from an accident before he moved onto an appointment at Sandhurst.

23 December 2003 – Tuesday – Phnom Penh

With a stiff breeze blowing from the northeast and a sky filled with high, puffy white clouds, I started a four hour walkabout the city that took me up near Boeng Kak Lake, passing both theCambodian Army Headquarters and the Ministry of Defensewhile walking down the conf. de la Russie Blvd., than down pass the railway station and Wat Phnom, and eventually around and into the main Post Office where I posted a letter to Germany for 2,200 Riel. This street eventually ends on the riverfront at the area where the high-speed ferries to Siem Reap are docked and boarded.

As I walked along the riverfront opposite the many 4 storied shop houses, hotels and restaurants that lined Sisowath Quay(the river boulevard), I noticed no less than 5 “For Rent” signs on 2nd, 3rd and 4th floor balconies of flats facing the Tonle Sap River.

There are no lack of places for rent but expect to pay at least $250 per month and up for anything within a few blocks of the river. I went to several "apartments" to investigate what my money would buy and at the "low end" you will get a floor in a shop house with a very odd floor plan. If you are willing to spend $650 and up, you will be able to find a more "western" setup. No matter how you look at it, prices are increasing rapidly in what will soon become a very cosmopolitan capital. (I kid you not!)

If you look towards the junction of the Tonle Sap River and theMekong, you will see a huge “freighter’ that seems very out of place so far up the Mekong from the South China Sea. In actuality, what you are seeing is a huge casino named the “Nago Casino” that can only be reached under very tight security through the Cambodiana Hotel.

Also across the Tonle Sap River and on the peninsula that is formed by it and the Mekong River, you will notice a huge monstrosity of a building "under construction".

In actuality the construction has stopped on what was suppose to be an exhibition center. It seems that the Cambodian minister whose pet project this was when he was in power was ousted so consequently the construction stopped. (I noticed the same thing in Siem Reap.)

As I wrote these notes in my journal, I reflected on the fact that in 2 days it would be Christmas and unless you absolutely knew that, there was nothing in sight or sound to remind you that today was nearly Christmas.

My journal notes...

Sitting here on the short wall at the confluence of two large rivers, the Tonle Sap and the mighty Mekong, with my back against a flag pole and my journal and pen positioned on my lap, there seems to be an inner peace that even the people passing by respect. In reality, it is a beautiful site and as I look out over the river, I can't help but feel at peace with both myself and the world....maybe this is my gift for Christmas!

24 December 2003 - Christmas Eve
Heading to Siem Reap and Angkor Wat

(more journal notes) - I awoke way too early and after a shave and a shower, I waited for the guest house to come alive (and open their doors). Nowhere is there an item mentioning the idea of Christmas. In a way, it is a bit mind-boggling when you think how important a concept it is to us in the "west", but here, absolutely meaningless.

It is Christmas Eve and I would have no idea about it unless I was keeping this journal. I do however remember this day last year in Istanbul....it was cold and wet and a light snow was falling. I remember thinking that this was not what I expected and although I love that city and Turkey, being alone and cold on Christmas was not what I had in mind.

It was also the day after Christmas a year ago, that I walked into the airport in Istanbul, bought a ticket to Bangkok and was in a few hours later winging my way east to Thailand, spending New Years in a far more “receptive” environment, Nana Entertainment Plaza in Bangkok!

I wonder what Christmas and New Years 2004 holds for me and the world ??!!

At 06:55 we pull out of the bus station which is 100 meters from the building which serves as the Central Market and true to the word "central" is actually the epicenter of many roads and directions. (The BTS Express is right behind the Shell gas station.)

Once again we must avoid the "police bridge trolls" and head out of the city along the banks of the Tonle Sap River north to Siem Reap, this time however taking a different route out of the city than the one we entered by car from the guest house.


At 07:35, we arrive at the Prek Kdam (means crab in Khmer)Ferry Crossing, which has obviously been used for many years as there are hulks of old ferries and tugs strewn along the shore near the crossing.

We have to wait a bit which gives me a chance to grab a bit of tea. It is here that I discover that the tea I have been paying for in other places along the way is actually free to those who know. There always seems to be kettles of tea setting around these places when you arrive, all at least warm and sometimes even hot.

After a bit of a wait, we manage the crossing and head north. Two hours later at 09:25, we reached the town of Skun. (after a 09:00 "breakfast/tarantula" stop in between). At 11:00 we arrived at the town of Tang Krasang which also has a large river and bridge. (Dani indicated to me that he had spent a year here previously working as a Horticulturist Advisor for ADRA in Tang Krasang).

At 11:30 we stopped for lunch once again at Kampong Thom, leaving at 12:10. At 12:50 we passed through Stong and at 3 P.M., we finally arrived on the outskirts of Siem Reap/Angkor Wat, 8 hours after we left Phnom Penh.

I headed back to the Fresh Air Guest House and after once again washing the dust from my body, changed into some clean clothes and headed out to find something enjoyable on what is now Christmas Eve.

Fortunately, I once again discovered the Dead Fish. This is a place I had hung out before in my trip to Angkor Wat in May. Seems the same blind piano player is still there, but on this particular evening, he was signing and playing Christmas tunes! This definitely filled my spirit again and turned out to be a very lovely evening.

25 December 2003 - Siem Reap/Angkor Wat , Cambodia

Without a doubt, Christmas Day at Angkor Wat was the most amazing Christmas of my life and probably one of the more incredible days of my life. It did however begin "normally" enough with me leaving the Fresh Air Guest House early in the morning to have my glass of tea, some fresh bread and to exchange some smiles and words with Logn Sochinda who has a small roadside "cafe" between the guest house and the main road.

Logn Sochinda - A very lovely lady

Her mother and daughter worked there as well, and as always, we spent some time with each other with this Christmas Day morning going 45 minutes, with her teaching me Khmer and me teaching her more English. Over these morning sessions, I learned she was 33 and was no longer married although the reason for this was never explained or mentioned.

Her daughter was always stealing glances at me and when I "caught her", we always exchanged big smiles. Even when I would walk by during the day, her mother or her or both would smile at me and wave.

My breakfast here was always the same; some fresh bread purchased for 500 Riel and several glasses of tea which I always paid 500 Riel for. Not exactly a western breakfast but for some reason, it was always one of the highlights of my days.

I than saw Dani coming down the path to the guest house from his home. I called out to him and he came over to the "cafe" whereupon we headed back to his family for what was to be our Christmas breakfast.

I was impressed to find when we arrived two plates of pancakes with peanut butter, maple syrup and a plate of pineapple. I also managed to get another cup to tea but it wasn't long before I was stuffed on what were probably some of the best pancakes I had ever eaten!

The rest of the morning was spent upgrading his new computer with some software I had brought with me from Thailand and taking a look at his son and daughter's older PC.

At exactly 1 PM that afternoon, we set down for our Christmas Dinner and after a short blessing, dove into huge plates of rice, vegetable curry with duck eggs, a salad made of onions, cucumbers and tomatoes and baked pork and beans. Once again, I just couldn't stop eating but the best was yet to come with each of use getting a bowl of vanilla and chocolate chip ice cream that was rather soft but delicious nonetheless. It seems refrigeration is always a problem....

After all this food and friendship, I thanked my wonderful hosts and headed back to the guest house where I laid down until 5 PM. A bit later, I collected some things that I wanted to drop off at Dani's house before my return to Thailand the next day very early.

As I approached the porch, I noticed all seemed very quiet so I placed the items on the bench in front to the door and just as I was about to leave, Dani came to the door and started to introduce me to Jake, his new part-time beekeeper assistant.

I had listened to Dani tell me before about this young man and how wonderful he was. It seems that he was working several jobs, not only assisting Dani but leading tourist on adventure tours into the "wilds" of Cambodia as well as getting ready to start his own traveler's assistance business! (A very busy man...)

Over the next few hours we talked about many things, mostly relating to business in Siem Reap and Angkor Wat. As Jake's English is extraordinary, it was easy to converse with this 26 year old man who has the intensity and knowledge of someone far older.

Jake relaxing after an evening with foreign guests.

A bit later we decided to hop on his motorbike and head for the airport as I wanted to see with my own eyes which airlines were actually flying in there.

After a side trip on the way back, with the setting sun quickly ending that part of a spectacular Christmas Day, we decided to have a meal at the Central (new) Market and a bit later, I invited Jake for a beer at the Ivy Guest House where we continued our discussions about the future of Siem Reap and Cambodia.

Still on a "high" from the day's events and people, I decided to head back to the Dead Fish and finish my Christmas with a glass of merlot and a bit of Christmas music from my favorite piano player. I was also able to check my e-mail for free on 1 of their 3 computers.

After a couple of wines there, I decided to head home to the guest house, but as luck would have it, I met an American couple who were from Boulder, Colorado who were teaching English in Japan.

As we walked down the street together we decided to share a beer at the Banana Leaf across the street from The Paper Tiger. Our conversation quickly intensified and before long we were discussing some rather spiritual and new age concepts that are expressed in books such as "Fingerprints of the Gods" and "Heaven's Mirror" by Graham Hancock and "Hamlets Mill" by theProfessor of History of Science at M.I.T. named Giorgio de Santillana.

Kevin and Janel (Brockman) were an extraordinary couple to say the least. If I remember correctly, he had taken degrees from the University of Colorado in both Religion and Astronomy. Janel had studied there as well and her family shared many of the same "New Age" beliefs as Kevin and his family. At 30, their knowledge of events shaping our world left me breathless. I can only hope that one day they too will come and share the knowledge and mystery of what really is encapsulated in what we call "Angkor Wat".

Once again, it being midnight and "Christmas" drawing to a "spectacular" close with the lights around us starting to slowly go out at the various cafes and restaurants, and saying our goodbyes, we headed our separate ways.

As I started my walk home, I headed down towards the all to familiar bridge that leads to my "home" now. As I approached the intersection, in the deep darkness of the night and my thoughts, I heard a large crash which I immediately knew had to be an automobile accident of some type.

As I turned the corner, sure enough, a crowd was beginning to gather around what was obviously a head-on collision between a motorcycle and sedan. It seemed both vehicles had lost the encounter as the motorcycle's front fork had been crumpled and the car's right front bumper and light had been crushed.

It seemed no one had been hurt severely but what appeared to be the motorcycle driver was stumbling around either in shock or very drunk (or both).

As I continued walking, a crowd of well over a 100 had now gathered around the scene to watch the spectacle of who would be right and who would be wrong.....and have to pay!

Have a Merry, Merry Christmas
wherever you are !!!

Sunday, August 03, 2003

Monday, July 01, 2002

2002 Kassel Germany Network Engineering Class


I taught a Microsft MCSE class in Kassel for one month as a guest lecturer to a rather large class of extremely diverse individuals. The class was for Serco GmbH & Co. KG and was called "IT-Systemelektroniker IV" Technicians Kassel, Germany - August, 2002

Saturday, June 15, 2002

A travel log across Turkey - Diyarbakir to Istanbul



Please note: This is a very rough draft taken from my travel journal during one of my recent trips across Turkey. I post it only to help others understand some of the issues in travelling across this incredible land. The people are truly wonderful but like all lands and cultures, there are people who will take advantage of you, so “buyer beware”. If you are only interested in Istanbul, most of the information can be found towards the end of this “log”. There is also an extensive list of what things cost during the summer of 2002.

Best wishes and happy travelling!

Ajarn Charlie

Mardin, Turkey - Internet 1,000,000 per hour but is very difficult to get a sustained connection.

Found my favourite peach drink again, this time under the “Cappy” label, farther west it had been “Matek”. Even cheaper here as it is only 750,000 lira.

The Dumas ride to the hotel was 4000,000 lira.

22:30 – Mardin, Turkey

  • The police here seem serious about their patrols and one is walking sentry in front of the station with an assault weapon.
  • The PTT (Post Office) is next to the police station.
  • Hundreds of men gathered in cafes to watch a soccer match.
  • Erboda Bartique Hotel – 50,000,000 lira for a single room. Looks nice but that is expensive!
  • Hotel Bakas - The rate for the hotel room started at 20,000,000 lira as I was told there was only a double room left. When I indicated this was an unacceptable rate, the clerk than admitted there was a “terrace” with a cot for only 7,000,000 lira. On roof there were a dozen cots with a blanket on each. Someone was already on a cot, totally hidden from view under a blanket.
  • A very nice sister and brother helped me from the bus to the station where I could catch a Dumas to the hotel. She indicated she was a teacher as well.
  • Far off into the distance you can see the burning of grass at night. Fires seem to be everywhere. Rather eerie.

As I lay here on my cot atop the roof of the Hotel Bakas, I wonder about the events swirling around me.

It is so hard to imagine the horror of what is to come when I can lay here and stare up and see a fortress of ancient time joining the star studded night skyline and the Milky Way. It has been years since I was able to see our Milky Way with such clarity and definition.

Saturday – Mardin, Turkey

Sunrise – 06:00

Awoke the 1st time at 04:45 to the wail of the minaret speakers calling the religious to prayer.

The bathroom and shower are the worse yet. The sink only allowed a trickle of water and the shower was totally unworkable.

I remain locked in as the front door exit is bolted and you must have a key to unbolt it and exit. I guess in case of fire I could jump out of a window if I had to….

07:20 – Mardin to Diyarbakir
Met a Turkish high school student while trying to figure out which way to go. He and his family were leaving for a village to the NE of Mardin.

On the way out of Mardin by Dumas we pass the largest Gendarme base yet. At the entrance to the base a boy gets on with his family. He is carrying a rooster. Wonder if that counts against the bus passenger limit of 15?

07:50 – 80 kilometers
08:15 – 60 kilometers

Another checkpoint is reached at an intersection of two roads. At this checkpoint there is an armoured car and heavy machine guns and many automatic weapons.

08:45 – Reach Diyarbakir, a city of 512,000 people.

As I leave the bus the driver tried to cheat me out of 5,000,000 lira. I had given him the fare for the trip before we started and he indicated he didn’t have enough change at that point but would give me the change as he collected the fares. I thought this to be OK but had an uneasy feeling about it. Turned out to be true as he kept indicating he had no idea what I was talking about but after about 2 minutes of this discussion, he miraculously remembered that he owed me the money.

11:00 – Leaving Diyarbakir
Can’t really write here what I wrote in my journal about this city but suffice it to say, the city is anything but pleasant. You could compare it to a scene out of a star wars episode. This is a very tough town and trading is its reason for existence. Not a city for a western tourist really (not that I am one). Everyone seems to be watching everyone and I have definitely been “marked” several times. The two times I tried to ask assistance in finding the Turkish Airlines office only led to being led to a carpet seller for tea and the second time being led by a man who insisted on being paid for the service.

At the airline office there were of course no seats available until Monday to Istanbul. There were seats however available that day in Business Class at a much higher rate. I got the distinct impression that this was a scam often used on individuals such as myself who were a bit weary and worn down. I also was left with the impression that a bribe to the station manager would have found me a seat. I didn’t try it however and headed out the door.

(Fare to Istanbul by bus is 40,000,000 lira and is suppose to take 21 hours.)

As I board the bus and after settling down a bit, the steward wants me to turn my cellular phone off. This is a first for me on a bus. Guess it will somehow affect the flight and navigation equipment, as this is a request from the “Captain” according to a sign on the window. These bus drivers seem to have a very high opinion of themselves and seem to be “demi-gods” in their world and after watching them for so long at rest stops and in the loading and unloading process, it is obvious they all have egos that must make it difficult to get through the bus doors.

The bus continues to move southwest to Adana, with stop after stop. It seems all buses are full headed west to Istanbul. I guess I can understand this from my limited and short experience in far eastern Turkey thus far.

13:30 – Well, the bus just filled up and I am now setting on the last row against the window. Of course the seats don’t recline on the back row so this is the beginning of a 21 hour bus ride from hell. It is going to be a long trip to Istanbul…..

Diyarbakir to Sanliurta is a 3 and a half hour bus trip.

14:30 – Sanliurta – The buses seem to be some type of cargo carrier as well. I haven’t quite figured our how it works or who is making the money from the goods being sold but there sure is a lot of time spent at the different stops discussing the many huge bags that eventually get loaded and how to load them. I am beginning to think we spend just about as much time at the station doing this process as we do actually on the highway between cities.

Starting the climb out of the valley that Sanliurta is in and we switch off the air conditioning and it quickly starts to get very hot.

It is 38 kilometres to Surus and 140 kilometres to Gazi Antep at this point according to a sign on the highway.

15:15 – Another overturned truck in the middle of the road (Gazi Antep is 100 kilometres away).

The skies here are amazingly clear, even to the point where I haven’t seem a single aircraft contrail in days.

I have also noticed that the hundreds and hundreds of fuel trucks that are on this road are empty headed east and heavy and slow headed west. Seems there is a lot of oil being shipped from somewhere and all indications seem to point to oil smuggling from Iraq. Interesting. Very interesting.

15:45 – Birecik – (Gazi Antep 58 kilometres) There is both a tunnel and than a bridge over a river as we pass through what is obviously a very old city. We stop five minutes later at a modern rest stop, just on the edge of the city. I remember this stop from the trip heading east and seems to be the stop used by all buses in both directions. I had two “hamburgers” at 1,250,000 each and a Pepsi. Seemed safe enough. I even found a western toilet in one of the stalls! Wow!

We once again have a full bus as we pull out and now I have a very curious young man setting next to me who seems to be intent on watching everything I do and write.

As we head west the road is littered with trucks. They are broken down, in parts, without tires, long, short, old, rusted and some even new. There are storage tanks spaced at short distances between various repair shops and/or gas stations. There is no single company logo on the sides of any trucks, just a wide and diverse group. Seems every fuel tanker in eastern Europe has been pulled into what is obviously one massive oil exodus; most probably out of Iraq.

It appears from the infrastructure support and the terribly poor condition and rutting of the roads, that this has been a ongoing operation for many years. East they head fast and light, west they come back slow and heavy.

The E-90 construction ends about 12 kilometre east of Gazi Antep and at 10 kilometre east of the city you can get on the highway and head west which is a toll way.

17:15 – Gazi Antep – This is the bus trip from hell! Once again, an extremely modern bus terminal.

17:35 – Leaving bus station. Met a pair of twins on the bus who are attending the university in Adana. They both speak pretty damn good English.

As the bus leaves, for the first time people are standing on the bus. Well I got this to say, it isn´t boring!

Once again the stop seemed to take far longer than necessary as there was so much effort given to cramming things into the cargo hold under the bus. I just can’t imagine another box or bag down there and it is obvious we are very heavy.

17:45 – Adana is 214 kilometers away as we leave the bus terminal and hit the highway west.

Not far out of Gazi Antep we pas through the first of a series of tunnels, some quite long. I note that the second tunnel is called “Kizlac” and is 2,804 meters long, the third is “Ayran” and is 498 meters long, the fourth is 375 meters and the 5ifth is 387 meters long.

20:45 – Leaving Adana. It took 3 hours to get here from Gazi Antep.

I tried to get off the bus at Adana as I had had enough of this but it was impossible as my single backpack was buried in the hold and the “Captain” refused to get it for me. As I had no options, I continued on with this bus and my seat. By now my back was screaming at me!

As the hours pass, my mind wonders……

Why is it in the parts of the world where some of the highest temperatures exist, that people are forced for religious purposes to cover so much of their bodies and their head? It is the head where 80% of the body`s heat is dissipated from. In the Arctic this makes sense, in the desert in the heat of the day, it makes no sense.

I know in most militaries that there is a requirement that soldiers must wear their hats (cover) when outdoors. Makes sense to have such a tradition/rule as this is a good way to keep the body warm and for northern armies such as the US, German, French and British, common sense became a tradition but why did such a “rule/religious law” become so important in climates with such incredible heat?

There is no such thing a myth. Myth is only the story that is left with a “spin” put on it so that common people with little to no education can understand. The more we understand myth and the science of the interpretations, we find has basis in fact everywhere.

Notes:

  • Buses, even the long haul buses, do not have toilets. This really surprised me as they are obviously very modern and expensive. Each bus carries approximately 40 people.
  • Make sure you have many small notes on you, especially 250,000 and 5000,000 for toilets and Dumas rides. You should usually get back some change for the 500,000 note on the local buses.
  • You can go end to end across Turkey knowing not a single Turkish word or phrase.
  • People on public and private transportation are generally very helpful and kind. I only recall one situation where someone tried to cheat me.
  • People on the street who approach you will want something from you. Guaranteed!
  • I usually try to give a few lira to the young child selling tissue paper, but take no pity on the woman dragging a young, infant around a bus station begging for money.
  • If you eat snacks on a bus or train, it is considered polite to offer the item to those that are near you. I was often offered items from others.
  • Watch carefully the fare be charged by taxis from bus stations. They are notorious for ripping people off.
  • When people title their head backwards, that means “no thank you”.
  • Every few hours, the bus steward will offer you either tea or coffee (Nescafe) or Pepsi. Seems Pepsi got Turkey. Coke is nowhere to be found.
  • Once you leave Istanbul or major cities, you see few private cars. Buses and trucks are everywhere however.
  • Do expect to see heavily armed police, gendarme and soldiers everywhere you go, especially east of Adana.
  • Do expect to encounter many checkpoints by both the Gendarme and police with occasional armoured vehicles and heavy machine gun emplacements on public highways and cross roads east and north of Adana.
  • Do expect buses to be stopped and boarded by Gendarme for ID checks after dusk.

21:00 Saturday evening on a bus north from Adana to Ankara.

Setting here in the infamous “last row”. Sort of reminds me of “death row” for that is about how I feel after 10 hours in this seat.

On this particular bus, like most, you can’t tilt the seat back in the back row. To understand the time and imagine the feeling, imagine taking a trip to Bangkok from Frankfurt by plane, than turning around and flying back to Frankfurt….all with your seat in the up right position and people falling asleep on your shoulder that are setting next to you. Of course the 40,000,000 lira fare ($25 USD) is quite a bargain. Maybe I am just getting old….

18:20 – We exit the toll road. It as been rainy since daybreak and it is chilly as we make our first (and hopefully last) stop before Istanbul. It has been a rough night to say the least but a bit of bread, an egg and some Nescafe puts a bounce back into my step.

As always, the buses are washed down at these rest stops but they never seemed to be refuelled there. That of course takes another stop which in our case is obviously some very low cost, single pump operation. Probably the driver’s wife brother! Hahaha

Sunday Morning –

07:00 – Ozturkler Rest Stop – I have no idea how far we are from Istanbul but I´m going to guess about 180 kilometre. As always, our steward jumps onto the bus through the middle door after the bus is already moving. Too many cowboy movies….

I guess in a way I am glad I didn’t get off in Adana. Looking forward to a Turkish bath and shave in Istanbul and a nights rest on a real bed. Been without a shower for two day now and I am beginning to feel, show and smell it.

It has really been raining as we approach Istanbul and the fog is intense. The roads must be slick as well as the bus has just done a little dance on the road as wee brake. We are still full and the luggage compartment is jammed.

07:20 – Back on “Toll Road

Istanbul is 207 kilometers away. Not a bad guess since I haven´t seen a sign for many hours. Speed limits are low. On this stretch of highway, it is 80 kph. Most other places are 100 kph.

Another truck gone onto a guardrail-very lucky as there is a steep cliff on the other side!

The man at the Turkish Airline office in Diyarbbakir reminded me of the game that was also played out in the hotel in Mardin. No rooms/no seats, except for the more expensive ones, “double-room” and “business-class”. A carpet merchant mentality; they have you in their “shop” , now they got you!

08:10 – 129 kilometers east of Istanbul

08:40 – Once again we leave the Toll Road and head for another bus terminal. God how I hope this is the last one.

We almost left someone again, this time making it to the road before his wife said something. Why didn´t she say something before we left? Amazing to say the least…

08:50 86 kilometers to Istanbul. Leaving the “Otogar” (Bus station) once again.

As we pass down the coast, many ships become visible, many at anchor.

09:00 - The driver seems to finally have the pedal to the metal! Seems he wants this trip to end as bad as me. First patches of blue finally appear between the rain clouds. That a nice sign and wonderful welcome back to Istanbul! Might turn into a decent day.

Many ships lie at anchor on this early Sunday morning. Most appear to be small coastal oil tankers moving oil from the Black Sea ports. Oil sure does seem to make up an important part of what makes the world go round in this part of the world!

09:10 – 51 kilometers to Istanbul. Series of tunnels once again along the coast heading into Istanbul.

I just noticed something rather odd which jolted my mind back to my many travels around the US. I am seeing at times along the road, a series of 3 crosses placed on the tops of hills. Here however they are stones being used to inscribe the “cross” but they are identical in content to the wooden crosses you see on hills along major roads around the US. Are they in fact related? Are these Christian symbols in a Muslim world? I wonder…..

09:25 – Sabiha Airport – As we pass the airport, I watch a very , very low Russian made aircraft taking off. Unbelievably low in fact! We are now 19 kilometers from Istanbul according to a sign.

Another observation is that it appears the construction industry here as imploded like it did in Thailand, with “ghosts” buildings everywhere. Many partially completed or unoccupied, completed buildings along the road. Interesting.

10:00 – Arrived at the bus station on the Asian side of Istanbul. I´m getting off!!!!! I´ll take a ferry across the Bosphorous Strait……I need the wind in my face after this trip!

At the “Harem Giseler” ferry dock I pay another 850,000 lira for a token to cross to the European side. It appears tha the ferry runs every 30 minutes, even on Sunday and starts service at 07:00.

In Istanbul – European side.

After leaving the docks, I head of the street past the European side train station and the mandatory McDonalds, following the tram line until I get to the “ibnikemal cad” street. This is where I have the greatest availability and value for rooms. There are many hotels on this street but what makes it so nice is that a very cheap hotel ($3 a night) is next to a 4 star hotel. I jotted down some of the names of hotels and restaurants on this street. The are:

  • Romance
  • Class Restaurant
  • Hotel Landini
  • Hatay Restaurant
  • Hotel Siafir
  • Otel Inci Palas
  • Hotel Karacabay
  • Hotel Orsep
  • Metropol
  • Ozler Restaurant

I found a room that is decent for 6,000,000 lira a night with a bath and a shower in the hallway. It seemed clean and safe. There however was no electric plug in the room to recharge my cell phone or computer. Had to run a cord out of the room and use the single plug in the hallway. I noticed others charged their cell phones the same way. Each room did have a sink in it.

I also notice down the street that there are men (young and old) walking arm in arm. I haven´t seen that since Alexandiar, Eqypt.

The Efes Pilsener Beer is pretty good. Got a shave here for 4,000,000 which was rather expensive. I only had to pay 1,500,000 for the same service in Adana.

I have also stumbled across some more Kurds working in the restaurants here. Interesting in many ways as they all seem to be highly educated and their English extremely good. One told me he had studied in Cyprus at a university there.

I don´t admit to know much about the “Kurdish Issues” but here, it is something that is extremely complex. The many checkpoints in eastern turkey reflect the ongoing turmoil. Many have died over the years and with the war in Iraq looming as I write this, I wonder where and how these people will fit in? I have much more to learn and hopefully with time, I will have a greater understanding of these people.

Here are some ideas of what things cost:

  • 6,000,000 Hotel room
  • 4,000,000 shave
  • 1,500,000 Internet for 30 minutes
  • 5,000,000 eggs and a beer
  • 850,000 boat across straits
  • 650,000 tram
  • 10,000,000 a few minute call back to Germany (note that my German mobile phone works over most of Turkey and I received calls even from the US while in Istanbul)
  • 7,500,000 very nice men’s wallet
  • 3,000,000 nice woman’s wallet
  • 82,500,000 leather coat
  • 4,000,000 map of Turkey
  • 8,000,000 hammocks (very nice)
  • 6,000,000 men’s shirts (long sleeve)
  • 20-32,000,000 bed sheets
  • 15,000,000 leather gloves (incredibly nice and extremely cheap by German standards)
  • 15,000,000 very nice wooden walking cane
  • 5,000,000 Burger King Whopper with cheese
  • 500,000-1,500,000 Turkish Donner (Sandwich). If you move one block off the main streets, you usually can find prices to be significantly lower.
  • 750,000 Fanta Lemon (one of my favorite drinks on a long hot day)
  • 22,000,000 Blue Jeans (Istanbul)
  • 10,000,000 Blue Jeans (Adana)
  • 15,000,000 Rucksack in Adana
  • 15,000,000 Street DVDs in Istanbul (recent movies)
  • 2,500,000 to 3,000,000 Beer
  • 3,000,000 to 4,000,000 Wine
  • 4,000,000 Chicken/Potatoes/Coke
  • 1,500,000 Nescafe Coffee
  • 8,000,000 large canvas bag
  • 7,000,000 10 Gillette double blade razors
  • 5,000,000 8 piece stainless steel knife set
  • 7,500,000 shower curtains
  • 40,000,000 Woltra 9mmm Mod.92 pistol
  • 35,000,000 Woltra 9mm Mod 85 pistol
  • 2,000,000 4 pair of socks
  • 12,000,000 cooking pot
  • 6,500,000 skillet (for German export-very nice!)
  • 3,500,000 oil lamps

Airfares from Istanbul are quite cheap and it is a major hub for travel throughout Eurasia. There were fares to Moscow for $75 and to central Europe for $140.

Around the streets near the main Telecom office you can find a multitude of street vendors (always men) selling everything from Viagra, sex CDs, cell phones and software. Fascinating to watch this part of life here.

The non-tourist shops/markets roll-up at 18:00. This is about the same as in Germany but once again, far different than Thailand. I really miss the midnight markets back “home”…

I am surprised that t-shirts aren´t a big deal here and it is almost difficult to find one. That rather surprises me.

You will often get asked, “What are you looking for?”. My favourite answer is , “Nothing. Do you know where I can find it?” (Sorry. I know that is bad.)

It also fascinates me that everyone hustling a carpet or leather jacket has a brother, uncle, aunt, etc. wherever you are from. Just stand back and listen to the tout. Gets quite funny at times.

Always carry tissue with you as no toilets have paper. Sometimes you can buy it from the person where you pay the fee for using the facilities. Expect most toilets to be “oriental” where you have to squat. There is no bowl and flushing is accomplished via a container of water which you have to fill.

Many Internet Cafes are dark! Very dark and usually very smoky and run by older men. Although you will find numerous Internet cafes in Istanbul and east and south, finding one that works at a reasonable speed is difficult. I found it often took at least 4 attempts before I found a reliable connection.

You change money at a change office in Istanbul and not a bank. As you head east, you need to use a bank but finding a bank that exchanges money can be very difficult if not impossible. Make sure once you leave Istanbul that you have enough to get you back in lira. Even carrying Euro is no help as people simply will not accept it. That shocked me when I was in Adana (Turkey´s third largest city) and almost became a disaster.

Call to prayer in Istanbul seems to be at 16:30.

Wednesday, May 01, 2002

2002 The Turkish Aegean Coast and Rhodes, Greece

"There are only two mistakes one can make on the road to truth, not going all the way and not starting."--Buddha

As I set here at the Bodrum airport ready to depart back to Germany, I have time to reflect on the incredible experience that Turkey and Greece has afforded me.

To say the least, the people are what make places like Bodrum and Marmaris Turkey warm and friendly. The azure sea, the warm breezes, the clear blue skies and the cosmopolitan atmosphere all blend together to make this one of the more magical journeys of my life. Where do I begin?

It seems I arrived from Germany a bit ahead of the normal tourist season, which appears to start on June 1. Before that date, things such as ferry schedules and who is going where or when seems to be a major issue and that did lead to some confusion and frustration. Maybe it was more my fault as I wanted to go to Greece, specifically to Rhodes, which was before the ferries were actually available to go. That took me on a bit of an odyssey across southwest Turkey and its ports to realize this goal.

The trip started out simple enough with a standard German tourist package from Nürnburg to Bodrum. Bodrum as a destination seems to be one of the more affordable destinations for Germans and many others from Europe and England. My roundtrip ticket including airport taxes and hotel accommodations with two meals a day was only 409 euros in May 2002. Pretty reasonable I thought for a quick escape to some sun and sea.

The trip out of Nuernburg was simple. Boarded the Boeing 737-800 at 18:45 and at 19:05 we were airborne. We climbed to 37,000 feet for the 2 hour 35 minute flight to Bodrum, Turkey. As day turned to night, I stared out the window wondering what experiences awaited me. As it turned out, Turkey and the Aegean far exceeded my greatest expectations.

Bodrum is a modern Turkish yacht port, which was once known as the ancient city of Halicarnassus. (Today, this same name is used more to describe the world famous disco that blasts music into the wee hours of the morning at the far end of its beach.)

Bodrum is a picturesque port on a peninsula in the Aegean Sea. Bodrum was Halicarnassus in antiquity, a major seaport and the site of the Mausoleum of King Mausolous, considered one of the Seven Man Made Wonders of the Ancient World.

As this is the first package tour I have ever taken (I insist on staying independent), I went with the flow on arrival, clearing immigration around 11 PM. My latest adventure however started with a rude awakening that as an American I needed an entry visa but at 45 Euro, I was visibly shaken. No one had prepared me for this and this far exceeded the cost of any visa I had ever purchased before anywhere in the world and I was the only individual on the plane that had to obtain a visa. Apparently, most Europeans and Germans don’t require one.

After this initial shock, I did manage to easily find the bus I was to board for my 30 minute trip to a hotel which turned out to be very centrally located and only a few minutes walk from the castle and main streets and port.

The Atrium Hotel is listed as a three start hotel which is appropriate but it was nice to find a comfortable pool, clean and roomy accommodations and a meal waiting for me in the restaurant by the pool when I arrived. The staff from the beginning to end was friendly and I sensed a real sincerity to be of help and do their best.

There were certain issues with the hotel over the next week that got under my skin a bit; such as the frig in the room lost power (and of course everything melted or got warm) when you left the room as the key was used to control the power to the entire room. The stool that was under the table collapsed as I sat down on it to use the computer on the desk in the room. From the looks of it, seems it had been repaired more than once. The desk was not attached to the frame under it either and with the windows open (I hate air conditioning), there was always quite a bit of noise coming from the street paralleling that side of the building. Oh well.

The meals were acceptable although breakfast was marginal even by European standards. There were hard boiled eggs, bread with butter, jam or cheese, olives of course and a pot of tea or coffee. The coffee was always the best part of this meal and it was enough to get the day going. If you were an early riser like me however, waiting to 8AM for this seemed a bit annoying but it is a tourist place with late night people and bars.

Since I was on the road and traveling, I only ate dinner at the hotel provided buffet 3 times. Once again, acceptable. One night consisting of pizza, another of chicken and another some form of stew on rice. Rice seemed to be a major component of just about everything the chef prepared, whether it was the main course, the soup, the peppers, etc.

Drinks, both at the Atrium Hotel bar and the mini-bar in the non-working frig were expensive. Water in the room was 2 million lira (500,000 in the stores on the street) and beer at the bar was 4 million compared to 1.5 to 3.0 million at the bars and discos in Bodrum. There were signs stating it was not allowed to bring food or drink back to the hotel but I brought my own anyway.

Bodrum itself is famous for many things and for me one of the most enjoyable was touring the castle and the world famous Underwater Archaeology Museum collocated in the castle. As fascinating as the replication of the actual ship and wreck exhibit was, what really made me feel special was the English Tower and its long table, flags, ancient weapons and small wine bar. For a few moments, I felt I had been whisked back to the 15th century and was a knight returning from some Middle East crusade. You can even set in one of the two large chairs at the end of the hall and put on a cloak with a Maltese Cross on it. The castle stays open during the midday break but the exhibit areas close between noon and one. If you leave the castle during this period, you can re-enter on the same ticket (10 million lira) on that day.

A good link in both German and English for things and events in Bodrum:
http://www.bodrum-info.org/

The crusader order of Knights of St. John captured Bodrum in 1522 and discovered the Mausoleum. The Knights of St. John were originally called the Knights Hospitaller, later acquiring the names Knights of Rhodes and than finally, the Knights of Malta. The order still exists today as the Knights of Malta.

The castle is very interesting, built by the Knights' of St. John in 1402. When the heretical Christina King Tamerland invaded Anatolia in that year, throwing the Ottoman empire off balance for a time, the Knights captured Bodrum. They built the Castle of St. Peter and it defended Bodrum until the end of World War I.

As I was on a mission of sorts with this trip, I avoided the normal tourist things to do (like taking a day boat trip to one of the many coves and islands in the area). That seems to be the main event while visiting Bodrum and with dozens of boats to choose from, prices seems fair, crews friendly and boats well maintained.

As I was trying to get directly from Bodrum to Rhodes (Rhodos), I started to inquire at various places what was the easiest/most direct way with the best price to do this. The more I asked, the more I got confused. Even though there were many signs out stating you could take a boat to Bodrum (with some even willing to sell me a ticket), I discovered there was in fact no service (not yet at least).

What was funny was days later I discovered that even one of the main companies that told me they would have a hydrofoil run on Thursday the 30th in fact didn’t even run on that day. It was interesting to note that a nice British lady who was hustling tours on the street from her booth, took me quietly aside and told me that these people would sell you their mother if they thought they could make money from it. Enough said I thought, tour operators are the same all over the world.

I eventually ended up taking a hydrofoil to Kos at 8AM the next morning. This happened after being issued a free ticket from the Bodrum Express Lines. This came to me as a shock and a surprise and happened after I explained the mass confusion between the street “agents”, travel agents and other ferry companies. The manager, in an effort to put his company’s best foot forward gave me a ticket for the next day to Kos, Greece where he assured me I could than take a ferry onward to Rhodes.

Rhodes, Greece (Rhodos)

Rhodes to me is one of the most magical places there is on earth. The city fortress is the largest occupied city in Europe with an amazing history. It also happens to be a very cosmopolitan city where so many from so many cultures come together.

It is a tourist destination but it is also a cross road for cruising sailors, global navies, merchants and traders with very reasonable prices and friendly people.

For me, I always head for the Mango Bar in Dorieos Square in the old city. It is owned and run by a man named Dimitrios Karelas and his family who has turned it into a meeting place of sorts for travelers and adventurers from around the world. They have also started a yacht charter business which seems to be doing quite well and combined with his wife and him expecting their fifth child in 5 years, he is one very busy man!

Around 1997, Dimitri saw the advantages of the Internet for his cafe and started providing people PCs and net access. Today (2002) he has 5 computers that are often full in the evening hours. He also offers 6 very affordable, clean rooms at the café as well. Drinks are reasonable and he offers a wide selection. Martin, who also assists him and his family, is a world traveler himself having spent many years in the Far East. A likeable sort of guy. I highly recommend the Mango Bar as a stopover if for no other reason than the people you will meet!

Rhodes is a city that would take many pages to describe and as many have passed before me doing just that and here are some interesting links providing great detail and commentary about this wonderful city and island: insert links

After Rhodes, I headed back to Turkey catching a hydrofoil ferry from the main cruise ship docks. Since I had purchased a ticket the day before (23 euro), all I needed to do now was pay the port tax (another 23 euro) and clear immigration. The only thing that seemed out of order in this whole process was the arrival of the ferry at 8AM which was also at the same time as several other larger cruise ships which led to obvious confusion as to where the hydrofoil was to dock and pick up its full load of ferry passengers.

We ended up loading on the most remote part of the docks, and as we were finishing the loading another large ferry made an effort to come alongside the wharf, finally berthing only a couple of feet from our stern. It was an amazing ballet of people and machines; an exciting “dance” to watch.

The 50 minute hydrofoil ride back to Turkey and Marmaris was beautiful although on this trip we were not allowed to ride on the small open area at the stern of the boat. I was therefore forced to view the scenery from the center of the boat where there was an area partially covered with canvas in which I was able to take many photos of the Turkish coast, and at times I felt I could almost reach out and touch it.

I was still worried about the “single entry” visa in my passport although I had been assured by some that it actually meant “multiple-entry”. Being use to these types of visas in Asia, single-entry meant one time, not more (...and in Cambodia if acquired in-country meant "single exit" as you can leave but not reenter). As it turned out, upon my return to Turkey from Rhodes, Greece into Marmaris, Turkey, I was asked at the port if I had a visa and when I said yes, they smiled and let me enter. Simple enough.

There was a bus available for the ferry passengers (for free) to take them downtown. I opted to walk along the water front and the cut through the marina. As it turned out, I found out this port and marina is the largest in the eastern Med with over 700 berths, most of them full. I was very impressed to say the least.

Marmaris seems to have it all, both for the tourist and the yacht and crew. There were the necessary lifts, chandleries, maintenance shops, etc. for the cruising yacht as well as the necessary bars, restaurants, cafes and shops for the accompanying passengers. I priced a navigation chart thinking I would like to have one to take home but at 30 million lira ($22USD), it was a bit too steep for my taste. All in all, walking along the port and through the winding streets was a very pleasant experience.

Coming up the coast from Bodrum to Marmaris on the Aegean Sea.



Behind me were the mountains of Anatolia and the remains of the megalithic Hittite cities. In front of me was a bustling port town and the rolling waves of the Mediterranean. Does it get any better than this?

After a bit, I decided to set down and have some breakfast and decided on my first “English Breakfast” on this trip. It was 4 million lira and consisted of 2 eggs on toast, some baked beans, half a hot dog, a tomato and two strips of bacon; it was filling and good but I thought it was Americans who always did it bigger?

Everyone seemed to understand my English and made efforts at communicating in English with me. Even the breakfast café was playing an English language station (99.5-Capitol Radio) while I was there. One person even apologized for his poor English and I even felt his comment to be genuine. Everywhere I went through Turkey, there was great effort at communications in English even when not necessary. (Two examples of that were when I was in a park early in the morning and saw a father with his son who was reading a sign to him in English and some schoolboys at the castle in Bodrum who when they heard me speaking English, tried to speak English as well.)

I eventually found the bus station at the edge of town that lies at the foot of a hill past a military housing area. It was about a 20 minute walk from the waterfront and was clean and simple.

Marmaris Turkey

I found the company who could take me back to Bodrum but their next bus wasn’t until 14:30, so I bought a ticket for 7 million lira and headed back into town and the waterfront. More to explore.

As I walked around the waterfront, I spied some back streets that looked interesting which eventually wound me up some narrow steps climbing up higher and higher. I soon saw signs pointing me to a placed called “Panorama” which I thought should be a place where I could see something and take more photos.

The view of Marmaris harbor from the Panorama Cafe in Marmaris, Turkey


It was a bit of a hike but it was worth it as the "Panorama" turned out to be a very small café on the rooftop of a house that overlooked not only the town and sea, but was even higher than the towers of the castle. There were only eight tables but in the hour or so I was there sipping a couple of beers and enjoying the flavor of the place, I enjoyed it immensely.

The man who was waiting the tables was someone who was both living and working in Turkey and Australia, spending the summer in each. He was Turkish but multi-lingual in many languages. He was both entertaining and informative. I felt a real warmth from both him and his mother who was in charge of the cash box. When I return to Marmaris, this will definitely be the first place I go for a beer and a burger! (There was also a sign saying that it was “Lonely Planet” recommended.)

I got to the bus station and got on a mini-bus that was nearly full but I managed to have two seats to myself. There were about 20 men and women on board, including one single traveling blond woman.

I mention this as many women I have spoke to have problems traveling in places such as Italy, Greece, Egypt, etc. but it seems to be easier for the woman traveler in Turkey than many other places through the Arab and Muslim world. I was surprised to see that no one before, during or after the three hour trip even noticed or hassled her although she was attractive and obviously single and well dressed.

The bus trip was quiet and serene. Reminded me of winding my way through parts of the Colorado Rockies at times. It seemed we were either climbing or descending most of the trip which lasted a little under 3 hours.

When we left the bus station in Marmaris, the only sign that I noticed that gave distance to anywhere was one that indicated it was 284 kilometers to Izmir, the largest city on the west coast of Turkey with 4.5 million people.

I also noticed several billboards along the way, one with www.turkeyguide.com on it. I also noticed a huge power plant about 1 ½ hours into the trip with very unusual and interesting surrounding facilities.

It appeared that the plant was being fueled by local strip mining of coal which was being fed directly to the plant by a long series of conveyor belts scattered across the landscape. The strip mining area was massive, stretching for many kilometers but efforts had been made to block the visible area by planting trees along the highway. Bodrum was 85 kilometers away according to a sign from this area.

We eventually returned to the coast dropping down from the upper valley and hills at the seaside village of Guvercinlik. From that point on, until we reached Bodrum, we wound our way around some incredibly beautiful coves, islands and villages.

After reaching Bodrum again, I headed for my hotel where I had a hot shower, changed clothes and headed out again, exploring as usual. This time I was headed for the marina on the other end of town to investigate their facilities and maybe find that elusive navigation chart I wanted of the local waters (at a reasonable price).

The yacht facilities here in Bodrum, as in Marmaris, are impressive. Not as large as Marmaris but seemingly equal in quality. I also found a navigation chart of the sea, islands and coast which I purchased for 22 million lira. It now hangs on my office wall in Germany.

I headed back to my hotel for my 13:30 pickup returning me to the airport and my flight back to Germany. The bus arrived at 13:35 and I was the last pickup before reaching the airport about 30 minutes later. Once again the views were spectacular and the time flew by.

Reaching the airport, I was amazed at the throngs of people gathered to pass through the security checks. Seemed every person and plane which was leaving that day had all come together at the same time. As it turned out, this observation wasn’t too far from wrong as many departures were scheduled between 16:00 to 16:30. I tried some of the very expensive airport food and it was horrible beyond belief. My definition of a hamburger is not the same as these people who sold me one. I also failed to change the remaining Turkish Lira back into Euros before passing through passport control. This was a mistake as there were no facilities to do so in the departure area but there were many places to spend your remaining Lira. Funny how that works.

Back in Germany

The plane departed Bodrum on time, once again full. The nearly three hour flight back to Germany was uneventful. The meal uneatable even by my standard of “I will eat anything while traveling”. Still not sure what was in the warm dish. Maybe some form of potatoes, peas and carrots….I think. It was rather funny actually to watch those around me open and than promptly close their “meals”.

We arrived back in Nuernburg. After a bit of a walk and down a very long series of stairs, I cleared immigration. For me, as an American with an American passport, there was no check. He didn’t even open it, just handed it back to me. There seemed to be more checks on the Germans returning.

The U-bahn and than the return trip back by train to Erlangen was easy, cheap and swift. From the time we landed to arriving back at my office, took a little bit over an hour. It had been another wonderful adventure!

(Note: At the time this was written, May 2002, the conversion rate from Euros to Lira was 1,280,000 lira to 1 Euro.)

Ajarn Charlie

2002 Turkish Aegean Coast (May)

2002 Turkey Marmaris Marina (May)

Wednesday, December 26, 2001

Monday, December 24, 2001

Sunday, July 01, 2001

2001 Bangkok's Chatuchak Weekend Market

Sunday

Today I once again took a weekend "stroll" to one of the largest markets in Thailand and SE Asia; the Chatuchak Weekend Market. Fortunately it is only a few minutes from my home here in Bangkok and by using the BTS, I need to go only a single station before I exit.

My normal routine is to leave around 8AM and exit the next to last station (Saphan Khwai) on this BTS line. I think most go directly to the market and exit at Mo Chit but I prefer to take in the many individuals who have brought their small assortment of items from home and are now selling them between Saphan Khwai and Mo Chit. Even if you are in no hurry and manage a glance at each person's "carpet" of wares, it won't take more than 15 minutes to end up at one of the many entrances to Chatuchak and its' 6000 stalls.

My goals are simple when I do this as I collect two things here in Asia at the moment that I know can sometimes be found from individuals. One is Chinese snuff bottles and the other is used phone cards. As weird as that might sound, both are collectables in both Europe and North America and are quite interesting, enjoyable and can on occasion be worth considerably more than you paid. This morning I am once again lucky and find one person selling six bottles. I select three and start talking about price. We manage to get his asking price down from 220 each to 500 baht for the three I want. He wanted 550 but when I started to walk away, it went to 500. Nice bottles.

There are many vendors lining the street between the Saphan Khwai and Mo Chit BTS (Skytrain) stations. The vast majority are involved in selling and trading Buddhist amulets.

It is the people that I go to Chatuchak for, both the Thais and the foreigners. The Thais are always watching and when you catch them watching, it is always interesting to see what they do next. Most will smile, some will quickly look away and only when you are not watching, look right back at you again. There is always a bit of flirting going on, even from some that you might not want to be flirting with you. Want to know who? Go to one of Thailand's largest market and experience it all!

July 2001

Went today a bit later than usual, around 2PM and it was brutally hot. The kind of hot that one can only experience in Bangkok as it must have been over a 100 degrees inside the closed, non-ventilated, metal roofed buildings. Just as it seemed I couldn't take it longer, nature stepped in, and a storm roared up and dumped its' rain and cooled things off dramatically. What a relief it was!

Between the buildings a canvass covers the walking are and it is pouring down between the sheets!

I actually got to explore a section I had never been in before. I guess I'll call it the "new section". It was far less crowded but I did manage to find a new lamp here and got some amazingly beautiful silk ties for 10 Baht each. Yes, 10 Baht each!! The same tie in the USA would be at least $20-$30 USD.

Tuesday, May 01, 2001

2001 Another Cambodian Border Visa Run

Another Cambodian Border Visa Run - May 2001
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"Go and look behind the Ranges-something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go! " -- Rudyard Kipling

The morning starts off with a start as I woke up thinking I was late. I had purchased a cheap, 100 baht alarm clock the night before and discovered that only the second hand was working and of course the alarm had not gone off. Fortunately however, it was only 6:40 and I wasn't suppose to meet my van for Cambodia until 7:30.

I took my shower and got dressed and headed downstairs to collect the outrageous 300 baht key deposit from the night before. I say outrageous as the room only cost 200 baht (fan only/no hot water). I suspect that the Sawasdee Sea View Hotel on Soi 10 in Pattaya was using the key deposit as a way to actually get more as many would simply leave their keys in the room and/or forget about the deposit. I suspect many don't even remember checking in from the looks of some in the lobby.

I walked along the Beach Road towards Soi Post Office (Soi 13/1) where "Mr. Boon's Travel and Law" firm is being given 2,500 baht to run me to Cambodia for the day and handle all the required paperwork. As I near Soi Post Office around 7:15, I see the usual "ladyboys" that hang out there on that corner. This always surprises me as I have stayed here on this same Soi before and once when I got up at sunrise to go take pictures, they were out on this same corner at the crack of dawn. There is also a Thai woman across the street at this early hour obviously in bad shape setting and drinking beer and talking loudly to herself. As I wait for the van to show up, two more ex-pats show up for the same trip and they are Germans making the visa run with me.

For the next 45 minutes I set there reading my paper and watching the spectacle unfold and Pattaya "come alive". The lady across the street continues with her drunken and loud ramblings and crosses the street several times, blocking and cursing at both people and traffic, once to buy two more cans of beer. I thought this was so very odd from a Thai and from the looks of the Thais who were watching, I think they did as well.

Eventually the van arrives, and the three of us get in to a very comfortable mini-van and get underway just a bit after 8. We than start to pick up the remaining passengers from their hotels and around 9 we are on the main highway heading to the border town of Aranyaprathet.

We find our way down some twisty back roads out of Pattaya, passing the International School of the Regents and than the signs are pointing to Kabin Buri as we head down Highway 331. Someone finds a German language video tape as the van has a nicely integrated video/TV system and for the next couple of hours I watch the most amazing German show which had some very famous individuals on it as guest including Janet Jackson, Rod Stewart (seemed incredibly stoned or drunk or both), Kevin Costner, etc. and some very wacky comedy skits and stunts. At times it actually was quite funny and the Germans were roaring with laughter every few minutes or so.

As we watched the TV, we make our second stop (the first was at a gas station for those who started drinking beer before we even got into the van) at 10:00 at a Shell Gas Station where we met up with another van from the same company that is full of other Europeans also making their visa run. Apparently, I am the only American on this trip as well. (Seems there just aren't that many Americans running around in South East Asia anymore.) We finish our paperwork for the visas required and hand over our passports. As I had only paid a 500 baht deposit, I had to pay the remaining 2,000 baht here.

Right after we left the station, the highway changes into 304 and 10 minutes later we are making a right hand turn onto Highway 33 with the signs pointing to Sakaelo. At 11:45 we stop at a restaurant in Sakaelo for a buffet lunch, Thai style. No one had mentioned this to me and I was getting a bit annoyed at all these stops we were making as I really needed to catch the bust back to Bangkok that night. I had noticed right before we stopped however a building on the right side of the road that had a sign stating it was the "Counsel General of the Kingdom of Cambodia" and thought maybe this might have something to do with it. Apparently though, no one else seemed to know why we were stopping until the driver from the other van and obvious "boss" of this excursion told us we were having lunch.

At 13:00 we left the restaurant (lunch was free and included in the 2,500 baht fee) and it started to rain as we entered an area full of rice paddies. All I could think about was the "killing fields" as we passed one rain filled paddy after another. I knew it hadn't been on this side of the border but still with the pouring rain, hills in the distance and the rice paddies around me, the impressions of what has been written seemed to fit what I was seeing. It was in this area that I started to notice a heavy military presence, seeing bases with signs stating "3rd Infantry Battalion-12th Infantry Regiment of the Queen's Guard Task Force" followed by other smaller installations and checkpoints as we got closer to the border. I also noticed signs for many kilometers indicating how far the "Rongkloe Market" was. It was not until we arrived at the border that Rongkloe and the border town of Aranyaprathet were in the same place.

Off to left I noticed a train in the not so far distance and as soon learnt this was the train from Bangkok that actually went to Aranyaprathet. Someone mentioned that only Thais rode this but I questioned that assertion and will check it out later in Bangkok as it might be a cheap and easy way to make these border runs in the future. I even learned that at one point it had actually gone into Cambodia at the border crossing we were headed for.

The border was everything I expected and more. I had been warned of the kids and the beggars and war cripples but nothing prepared me for the girl missing a face. She was there in the sea of humanity, looking at everyone with huge eyes from behind a face missing most of its' features including a nose. She seemed to know that I was studying her, (I really wasn't being obvious) but for some reason she followed me, but not like the other kids, begging and repeating the same line over and over and over again. She was somehow different. I could see light in her eyes although I was repulsed at the "monster" that I was looking at. I watched her place a can of coke on the ground and with a straw she drank it. Never touching the can with either her "mouth" or her hands. It was something I will probably never forget.

There were of course the others. The many amputees rolling around in hand made carts of one sort or another. There were the two kids, older actually, playing with very realistic versions of a .45 and sawed off pump shotgun. At first when seeing the shotgun coming out of the crowd I almost went for cover. It was surreal to watch these "children" play their game against this background.

I did venture down the street a bit. There was casino after casino either being built or already operational. There were many Chinese looking families coming into the area from Thailand. I guess they were Chinese Thais, as they do like their gambling. I had seen enough already however and decided this was not what I was interested in at the moment.

The actual border "crossing" was one of the many jokes in this part of the world. Clear out through Thai immigration, walk a few meters to a window that has "arrival" over it for Cambodia, get an entry stamp, and than step 1 meter to the right and get an exit stamp from the window marked "departure". It was literally that easy. Walked back a few meters to the Thai immigration building where they took my passport behind an air conditioned, computer supported , tinted window. A few seconds later my passport is handed back to me and I am now able to stay another 30 days in the Kingdom.

We headed back to the vans and were inundated with kids. No was not an option. Gave one young boy half my Lemon Manao and within the blink of an eye, the can was gone but he was still there. I wondered where it went but he was back asking for more, anything really. Money or drink seemed to please them. They were all asking for 100 baht which I thought was interesting. There were also others, before and now, trying to get us to use them and their large umbrellas as "escorts" in the hot sun. Actually, it wasn't that hot (for Thailand) and there was a slight breeze that I found quite nice if you weren't in the direct sun.

At exactly 15:00 we closed the doors, starting to drive away with the children running along the van, pounding on the windows still repeating their lines. One older boy actually looked very pissed and angry and hit the class with the bottom of his palm very hard several times. There was nothing innocent in those eyes I thought.

The trip back was uneventful. We made one pit stop at the same gas station where we all got together and did the passport paperwork. After that stop it started to get dark and other than the constant loud snoring from the Germans in the back, the trip back to Pattaya was actually quite pleasant. The sun was setting out my right window and there were some amazing colors in the sky that night and it reminded me why I was here and brought a smile to my face.