Wandering Soul

The Hungry Herbivore

2009-07-07T10:21:00.003+08:00

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New blog!

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2008-10-22T23:21:00.001+08:00

snails and swirls

2008-07-20T02:37:00.009+08:00

Layer upon layer and details within details. Swirls and patterns; chaos and order. Why do we have this drive to create?

Nothing is permanent; create away! Create your identity. Create your day. And then create your world. And be there (with an enigmatic, all-knowing smile) for your guaranteed front-row seat when it's all destroyed.

The subtle truth of the Universe exists in all things but it is utterly unspeakable.

Art is an expression of what we know but can't express through words.

funny things happen when they put their heads together

2008-07-19T03:40:00.000+08:00

photos by Vaughn Evans

Kansas

2008-07-18T06:47:00.003+08:00

So, in case you were wondering, this is Kansas. And a mere sliver of the pie, let me tell you. I've been here since September (except for that week-long Wyoming getaway last week) and it's been mind-bogglingly fantastic. I've made friends that I can actually spend time with outside of a month or a week or a day. I've re-learned how to cook and am learning how to blow glass in our kitchen/glass workshop. I'm re-learning how to draw and how to paint and how to be creative. (Eighteen years of school really tries to stomp it outta ya.) Anyways, I'm having fun and loving it back in Kansas. And did I mention the entire reason I moved to Kansas? His name is Vaughn and I love him! That's all for now. I'm busy working. At the Scuba Shack. Filling tanks and divin' lakes. More to come.

Wakarusa

2008-06-24T07:15:00.002+08:00

Wakarusa... more to come soon

2008-06-11T22:32:00.004+08:00

Last weekend I went to a music festival right outside of Lawrence called Wakarusa. Wow. It was the most fantastically fun weekend! I'll write about it soon...

Kansas!

2008-05-23T03:45:00.011+08:00

This blog is coming back to life soon...

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china, here I am

2007-04-17T19:33:00.000+08:00

wrong step

2007-03-16T16:45:00.001+08:00

With one faulty step
An ankle can be shattered
And a wandering girl
Becomes a wandering cripple
- Zach (my poet of a brother)

The meditation retreat ended on March 4th and much has happened since I last wrote. On the eighth day of the retreat I broke my ankle. Surgery was needed and I now have a metal pin in my ankle with five screws drilled into my bone to hold it in place. I stayed in the hospital for 9 days from December 18th through the 26th. I'm actually lucky I didn't break it during the three months prior: climbing Mt. Kinabalu, trekking in the jungle with no access to a phone or medical facilities or while learning to ride a motorbike in Thailand. It was a fairly good situation to break an ankle in. The temple and the doctor took good care of me and after 4 weeks in a cast and some limping I'm walking almost normal and the pain is almost entirely gone. In one year the pins need removed and I'm tentatively planning on Thailand for the surgery considering the staggering price of health care in America.

Korea again

2006-12-04T09:48:00.000+08:00

After some problems at the Kuala Lumpur airport, which delayed my departure for almost 24 hours, I finally made it back to Korea at 6:45am yesterday. I made a hurried visit to Tom and Kaleigh's to get my winter coat and boots and we had pancakes and caught up while I repacked for the temple. Soon after I caught a train to Gyeryeong (standing room only) and now I'm here and in a mild state of shock brought on partially by the brutal weather change and also in anticipation of a drastic lifestyle change that begins tomorrow with the first day of kyol che or "tight meditation" at Musangsa temple in the Gyeryeong mountains. So here I am and here I will be for the next 90 days. I will be thinking of all my family and friends back home and abroad and hoping you all enjoy the holidays. Goodbye for now!

pai in the sky

2006-11-28T12:13:00.001+08:00

Once arrived in Chiang Mai I decided to immediately get further from the city. Bangkok and the long train ride convinced me. I went to the bus station and got on the next bus to Pai, a winding 4 hour journey. The bus was maybe meant to seat about 30 people but they overbooked and we had about 45 people plus and all our stuff. Some people were sitting in the aisle and some actually stood the entire way. I was sitting next to a window with a Thai girl about 12 or 13 next to me. I slept against the window and she slept on my shoulder. I didn't sleep the whole way though, it was nearly impossible to anyways with all the windy roads pushing and pulling us back and forth across the seat. Our bus driver was a kind soul who stopped to pick up every one on the side of the street who needed a ride. By the time we nearly arrived we had about ten extras from when we started. I say nearly because a few kilometers before we did arrive the bus got a flat. We drove in on it until the first mechanic shop and then I walked the rest of the way.

Pai is a lazy little river town with beautiful surroundings and people and wonderful food, where every day is like a Sunday afternoon. It was good to stop for a while and relax free from the daily travels to and from, a different bed every night, trains, buses, boats, heavy backpack, no sleep. I've been staying at the coziest guesthouse with A-frame rooms for 100 baht per night (US$2.50), hammocks and pillows, campfires and stories, parties and music and many many eccentric guests from the world over. Never a dull moment. Around the area are many rice fields, hills and trees, waterfalls, temples, elephants, a hot springs, a swimming pool and a gorgeous canyon that was deserted when I visited-- only me and the red dirt and hot sun. Beautiful! I've also learned how to ride a motorbike since I've been here. It's quite easy but I've just never done it before. In Thailand no drivers license is necessary (I think mine expired about a year ago) and I think you have to be at least eight years old to ride. (Don't worry Mom, I've now made it out of Thailand uninjured.) The huge misspelled signs intended to curb the foreign accident rate made me smile, "Please remember, your drive on the left".

One of my most magical moments in Pai happened in the middle of the night when the stars were jumping out of the sky and the crickets were chirping and almost everyone else was sleeping. A small group from the guesthouse went on a hike, led by PO the owner, in the dark to find the perfect spot to release a small paper hot air balloon. According to Thai beliefs, releasing the balloon is symbolic of releasing everything bad you carry with you-- feelings, thoughts, intentions-- and then starting new with a clear mind. We walked on and on carrying with us the fragile paper balloon, amazingly not ruining it stumbling along in the dark. We kept going, hearing "almost there" about every five minutes but never seeming to get there. We came to a small river that had to be waded through and then shortly after we arrived in a field where the stars shone even brighter and it was perfect. The lights of Pai nowhere near, only the stars and the sound of the bugs and our own voices. We sat in a circle and took a few minutes of silence to think of all we wanted to release before we lighted the balloon and sent it away. Without speaking PO lit the bottom of the balloon and it began to fill up with hot air. We remained in a circle each of holding with our fingertips the edge of the balloon until it was ready to be released. We held on very very lightly until the balloon took of on it's own into the night sky. It was beautiful, it looked like a giant jellyfish swimming in the glowing plankton of stars. We watched until all that remained was a small burning dot, one more star, and then it was gone along with everything we sent up with it.

on a train on a train all day all night

2006-11-26T12:24:00.000+08:00

Back going north again sitting on the sunny side of the train, no where else to sit, skin sticking to the seats, sweat falling in drops down the back of my legs, the large windows all open letting in a breeze and a view. Women and men walked up and down the aisle selling drinks, beer, noodles, fruit and chanting a never ending mantra of their product name and price. Not knowing Thai, I never knew what they were selling until they came right to my seat and I could look in their basket. Too hot to eat anyways though.

All day the train moved on making periodical stops at cities along the way and I moved with it. Past more flooding, it seemed to never end, houses underwater, nearly the tracks underwater at some parts. A man sitting across from me offered me some rice and told me that crocodiles were seen swimming through houses around the area we were passing through. There is such an acceptance with tragedy here that I'm not used to. Or at least acceptance is how I perceive it, maybe it's not. But people aren't going wild with grief everywhere, mourning the loss of their property and land for everyone to see. People shrug and move on and eat and sleep and laugh because really, what else can you do? Everyone seems calm and lets the path of life take it's course. Such enlightened sweet simple people doing everything with a smile and really meaning it.

So I read and looked out the window at the fields and trees and underwater trees and water and sometimes a temple. And the little girl in the seat on the other side of the window sat with her arms resting on the window seal and her chin on her hands, the wind blowing in her face the entire way. I noticed a faint rainbow out the opposite window and pointed it out to my new friend. The moving sunset was a beautiful change of scenery and then the train car was dark.

Right after sunset the train made it's last stop in Phitsanoluk and I bought a ticket for the night train to Chiang Mai. The man sitting across from me invited me to his house for the time between trains to relax from the long journey (and many hours to go still to Chiang Mai!). He told me he was a business professor and his wife and daughter live in Bangkok. Every weekend he takes the long train back and forth to visit. Crazy to me it seems but her job took her to Bangkok and he still had his job in Phitsanoluk and besides didn't like Bangkok anyways. Ht his house he gave me a sweet roll and some coffee and we talked about our families and shared pictures and then it was time to go. He came with me back to the train station and saw me off for the rest of my journey. Before he left he found someone else that was going on the next train to help me out if I needed anything.

The train was over an hour late and I went to the night market nearby and bought a pineapple- banana-orange fruit shake and some rice to take with me on the train if it ever showed up. It did and I got a seat to myself and after I ate my dinner I fell asleep across three seats. Some time later a train attendant woke me up. It was dark outside and everyone was filing out of the train car. That wasn't so bad, I thought, we're here already! But we weren't, they were just moving us to a different car. One that was packed full of half-awake and some asleep people and bags and boxes. After some shuffling I found a seat opposite three young boys clad in bright orange doing their obligatory monk training. For the next few hours I was in a half-sleep state until finally the sun came up and shortly after we pulled in to the final stop: Chiang Mai. Finally!

Bad Monkeys

2006-11-23T20:46:00.000+08:00

I took the train north from Ayuthaya towards Chiang Mai and made a morning stopover at Lobpuri, "the city with the monkeys", as most Thai people I talked to referred to it as. During the day the monkeys all hang out around the Phra Prang Sam Yod shrine and that's where I headed. I walked in carrying a water bottle and the woman at the gate took it from me and handed me a stick. "Monkey take your water," she said. I also got a bag of sunflower seeds to feed the little critters. I gave a few seeds to one of the first ones that approached me. He ate them and then greedily grabbed at the rest of the bag, spilling half it's contents on the ground. Bad monkey. I walked around and couldn't believe how many monkeys were all in one place crawling everywhere waiting to assault people who think they're cute.

I kneeled down to feed a cute little baby one some seeds (they are cute) and just when I was oohing and awwing a big one (from the feel of it) jumped on my back and I suddenly realized why we were given sticks (but I couldn't bring myself to use it). They must have sensed my confusion and bewilderment because just then another one ran over and jumped onto my arm. So Monkey #1 is sitting on my neck putting his little hands on my head, Monkey #2 is now dangling from my arm as I swing it back and forth, then #3 another cute little guy starts crawling up my leg and put his tiny little hand in my pocket trying to get to my camera (smart little monkeys!). No one else is around and I'm sort of turning around trying to shake them off hoping they don't bite me or claw me or whatever else they do in defense. I finally get them off and now I have a much better understanding of the nature of monkeys. Bad bad monkeys.

Ruins and floods of Ayuthaya

2006-11-22T15:54:00.000+08:00

From Bangkok I caught a bus north the the flooded old capital city of Ayuthaya. I checked in to a guesthouse as the only guest in an upstairs room where almost every other room had fish swimming around beneath the beds. It was hot, even hotter than Bangkok I think, and it was hard to walk around in midday without feeling lethargic from the heat. There was a vegetarian market directly across from the guesthouse and I walked among the yellow flags that meant only vegetarian food was being served, simmering pots and meat-free dishes. I bought a small plastic bag filled with pumpkin curry and ate it right away wishing I had a larger appetite to try another different soup or vegetable dish. I went on to the other parts of the market selling everything from crispy bugs, pigs heads and fruit to clothes, kitchen supplies and watches and everything in between. Ayuthaya is surrounded by rivers and in the middle of the town there are no signs of the floods, or none that I saw. But once you get to the rivers almost every building and house on either side are partially underwater as with the guesthouse.

At the guesthouse that first night I had the best green curry I've ever had, lots of fresh lightly cooked vegetables and spicy. In it there were these small slightly bitter and crunchy green vegetables the size and shape of marbles that someone told me were eggplants, sweet basil, cauliflower, long beans, mmmm so good. When I went to bed that night the sounds from the karaoke place next door were drifting up to my room until closing time.

The next couple days I explored the city by foot, by bicycle and by boat. There are many temples and temple ruins to see and some that weren't accessible because of the flooding. It was interesting and amazing to walk around structures that were built thousands of years before and wonder how much longer they would exist. It amazed me just as much though to see how the everyone in Ayuthaya was living with the problems that the floods had brought. At the time I was there I think the water level had been at the same level for the previous two weeks. Many people were left homeless, businesses were shut, farmers became fishermen, makeshift shelters were set up holding lifelong possessions. People sat around smiling in these shelters or sleeping in the middle of the day, without a home without a job anymore, as I rode my bike around and into the rivers of the streets. When it got too deep to ride I parked my bike and walked knee-deep, thigh-deep down the streets past the man sharing a meal from the same bowl with a baby pig, past a squirrel in a cage (a pet?), and towards a temple that I would have to swim to to see.

Boys walking down the street in Ayuthaya.

My last afternoon I took a boat around on the rivers surrounding the city to visit some of the temples that were inaccessible otherwise. Besides seeing the temples the flooding damage was also much more evident from the river boat. At sunset we were in the boat in front of Wat Chaiwattanaram. As the sun was setting it started to rain and it was beautiful with the sunset reflecting off the raindrop splashes in the river. Goodbye Ayuthaya.

Sunset at Wat Chaiwatthanaram

Thailand Part 1

2006-11-14T20:51:00.000+08:00

After the hike I caught a flight to Bangkok and arrived after midnight to the big crazy city that was still very much alive. I walked down Khao San Rd with my big backpack and searched for a guesthouse amidst the dreaded people, drunk boys and street food vendors. I found the place and immediately put my pajamas on, brushed my teeth and got in bed, feeling like I was in a different world. The cardboard-thin walls were covered in graffiti. "Why bother", written above the lock and, "don't worry no one's watching you...we promise", right above my pillow. Plus some anti-Bush sentiment and several poems and quotes. The room was only 100 baht (around US$2.50) and despite the drab ambiance I slept well.

That was my introduction to Thailand and it's been going uphill from there. Bangkok was different than any place in Thailand I've been to since. I liked it but it was strange being in a city with so many people and so little "real" contact with anyone. Many of the Thais talked to me but most were trying to sell something or take me to silk shops and souvenir shops in their tuk-tuk so they could collect petrol coupons. Traveling alone and being in the mountains or small towns and having little or no conversation is quite different from literally being surrounded with people and only having a small amount of superficial contact. I went out every day and saw the sights: many temples, markets, shopping and street food. I rediscovered fruit (Korea is not a fruit lover's paradise) and nearly every day since I have at least one fresh fruit juice or shake. My favorite one was a pineapple, banana and passion fruit shake...a tropical explosion in my mouth. I could live on them.

It looks innocent but this one almost made me cry. So spicy.

The food is delicious and damn spicy. I ask for spicy and they smile and then giggle and bring me water when I'm turning red, sweating and blowing my nose after the first two bites. But I like it that way. The kind of spicy that gets you a bit high. The chili releases endorphins and it's sends you flying and it's painful but you can't stop eating. You could call it Thai food Zen meditation: while you're eating there is nothing else but the food and the fire in your mouth.

Sticky rice and mango. Heaven.

So the food is excellent, the people are for the most part very gentle and friendly and the landscape is amazing, both in the north and south. I've been in Thailand a month now, I've traveled around quite a bit and have done and seen a lot that I can't even begin to put into words. I hope to update soon in more detail but for now I can just say that Thailand is good.

Mt. Kinabalu: 4095 m (13,450 ft)

2006-11-09T20:07:00.000+08:00

The last stop for me in Malaysia was in Sabah at Mt. Kinabalu, the tallest mountain in southeast Asia. I encountered some obstacles in getting a bed on the mountain beforehand and showed up without a reservation having been told it would not be possible for me to climb because there were no beds available. When I showed up there were beds (or at least one bed) and it was possible. It's unfortunate though that in order to climb Kinabalu you must run the gauntlet through the never- ending bureaucratic process fronted by makeup-wearing (but smiley) asthmatic girls who have never before even climbed the mountain that pays their wages. I'm climbing a mountain not filing my taxes. Okay, I'm finished now.

To climb the mountain you must hire a guide for the duration. I joined a group of two other climbers, John from Colorado and Richard from Sweden, and our guide, Hansnin, who has climbed the mountain (and only this mountain) some 200 times. Climbing Kinabalu typically takes two days-- the first day we hike up to the camp halfway up and the second day we wake up early to make the summit for sunrise and then back down.

The first day we started at base camp at 1500 m and hiked up to Laban Rata hut at 3300 m. It was uphill all the way and in the last kilometer I really started to feel the effects of the altitude in my shortness of breath. The weather was perfect for hiking and when would stop to rest we would even get a bit cold, especially with our sweat-soaked shirts being cooled down by the chilly air. It was great to make it to Laban Rata and our hiking group and a few others sat around in the warmed room and talked about the next day. Because of the altitude I was feeling a bit dizzy and I lost feeling in my fingertips but other than that I felt good after the first part of the climb.

We watched the sunset and then had instant noodles and a chocolate bar for dinner. I took a hot shower and it was the best shower I've had in weeks, no joke. The water pressure was good and the water was actually hot (the first hot shower I've had in Malaysia), which was great since it was quite cold in the cabin. We had to get up at 2:30 am so we tried to get to sleep early to be prepared for the next day. It was cold once the sun went down and I put a hot water bottle in my bed to warm it up. The water bottle worked to warm up my bed but still I could not fall asleep, I kept twisting and turning all night but nothing would work and it went on all night. There were mosquitoes buzzing around and then I heard the rain start.

I must have slept a little because I was asleep when the alarm went off at 2:30 am but it felt like I hadn't slept at all. Richard decided to stay behind because of the rain but John, Hansnin and I took off. Once we started the rain was really only a fine mist and after not too long it stopped all together. Getting up to the top from Laban Rata was the toughest part of the hike. Some 200 m were almost vertical rock with rope to help. It was also pitch dark out and the rocks were slippery from the rain. The altitude was taking effect and it started to get very cold during the last hour. It felt like I couldn't suck in enough air to satisfy my lungs so I would stop every few meters and then after a few deep breaths keep moving on. Hansnin and I made it to the top in 3 hours, right before sunrise. John went on ahead and was the second one to the top (which meant he had to wait in the frigid cold for an hour before the sun came up). It was freezing at the top and I wasn't wearing a coat. The sun came up behind the mountains and the clouds rolled in forming a fluffy blanket below us. I sat at the top in a crevice trying to avoid the wind, shivering and not feeling my hands but watching the sunrise made the entire climb and the cold worth it. It was actually nice to feel the cold after so long without. But 45 minutes was enough.

After the sunrise show was over we went back down to Laban Rata for a breakfast before going all the way down to base camp. After breakfast I was completely drained wishing there was a gondola waiting to take me down. My tiredness fortunately evolved into energy and John and I nearly ran down the entire mountain wanting to be finished. I went so fast that I couldn't feel my feet but when we did stop to rest they started throbbing. So we didn't stop much and were down fast; I wanted to collapse when I got to the end. But we did it!

Brunei

2006-10-21T16:33:00.000+08:00

From Niah Caves I jumped on another bumpy bus to Miri where I spent an uneventful night before catching another bus (actually four, with all the border crossing bus transfers) into Brunei. Brunei is one of the smallest and richest countries in the world, with most of it's wealth coming from oil (making it quite a lot more expensive to travel than Malaysia). It's completely surrounded by Sarawak, Malaysia besides the side that meets the sea. Brunei is a mostly Muslim country that successfully banned alcohol in the early 90's. I only spent two days there (I was on a mission, which I'll get to later) in the capital Bandar Seri Begawan (BSB, as it's known) but because it's such a small country I was still able to see quite a lot of it.

I was there in the middle of Ramadan, the month-long fast that Muslims celebrate each year. The fasting takes place from sunrise to sunset and no eating, drinking or smoking is allowed. I would be sitting in a cafe for breakfast or lunch and the surrounding tables would be scattered with Muslim men sitting around chatting and passing the time without even a solitary coffee cup or water glass to talk over. I would try to eat my meals discreetly, very conscious of the fact that I was one of the very few people actually eating in the restaurant. The second afternoon at the bus station, I absentmindedly offered some peanuts to a man who gave me directions. "Thanks dear, but I'm fasting!"

My first afternoon I took a boat out and then decided to walk around Kampung Ayer (water village), which is a house stilt village connected by "streets" of plank walkways. Kids peeked out of windows and three braver ones, siblings, came out and asked me to take their photograph, of course wanting to see it directly afterwards. Near sunset I bought some watermelon and pineapple and walked towards the Sultan Omar Ali Saifudden Mosque (or how about just "the mosque"). The sun setting on the mosque turned the white into an ever-changing beautiful orange-pink that was reflected in the moat below. The evening prayer was blaring out of the speakers and afterwards everyone gathered around picnic tables just outside of the mosque to break fast together. A man offered me a meal of chicken and rice. I declined but had a cup of hot tea with them instead.

When I walked back to the hostel it was only 7:30 pm but it felt much later. The city was quiet and still, dinner was finished and the streets were not alivened with bars and clubs and drunk old men. Everything was closed and everyone was home, going to bed early in order to wake up for the 4:30 am meal before the next sun comes up.

Niah Caves

2006-10-17T15:13:00.000+08:00

After I woke up and had some breakfast I started out for the park. Once I got there I crossed the river and began on the plank board walkway leading to the cave entrance. It was still raining and the boards were slippery. Every few steps there would be a rotten or missing board. I was the first person to arrive at the park and I didn't see anyone else inside the caves besides a couple birds' nest collectors. The biggest cave at Niah is one of the biggest limestone caves in the world. It was huge and dark and very weird to explore alone. My flashlight was being temperamental and when it was out it was pitch black. I could hear chattering of birds? bats? bugs? My light came on once pointed directly at a huge mouse-sized cricket(?) in my path. I came to circular opening in the cave several meters above me. It was still raining and the water flowed down in to an illuminated shower in front of me. I was already soaked from rain and sweat and itchy from mosquito bites so I used it as an opportunity to shower off and cool down.

The night bus to Niah Caves dropped me off at the bus stop at 4 am in the rain. I found a dry wooden bench and fell asleep until the sun came up. I woke up to a young man curiously looking at me. Only my head and eyes were showing from under my sheet. "He or she?", he wanted to know.

In Painted Cave there are supposedly paintings from some 1,200 years ago. I saw some indistinguishable marks on a wall behind a gate that must have been them. I fell in Painted Cave on the slippery red clay floor but was actually surprised it didn't happen any sooner. It made me think what would happen if I fell into a crevice. How long would it take for another person to come along?

By the time I made my way out and back across the slippery plank walkway I was covered in sweat, mud and mosquito bites and in desperate need of a cold shower. Much to my relief I found one at park headquarters. An hour later I had walked the 3 kilometers back to town and found a ride in a pickup truck back to the bus stop (public transport to the caves is non-existent). I sat around eating corn on the cob and oranges while waiting for the next bumpy bus to take me to Miri.

Iban life

2006-10-16T18:18:00.000+08:00

From Kuching I caught a boat several hours up river to Sibu and then from Sibu caught another boat on the mighty Rajang towards Kapit. I was sitting outside on the front of the boat looking at the passing longhouses when I met Brian, an Iban man, who invited me to come stay at his longhouse. 10 minutes later we were in a small boat with two of his seven kids, Amat and Janefer, heading to his home.

Daniel

Traditionally the Iban people live in longhouses, which are (not surprisingly) very long houses divided into several rooms where many families live together. Iban people are quite famously known now for their past headhunting practices. Times have changed and the Iban people are becoming more modern with even TV's and electricity in some.

Amat

We walked up from the river to the house and many people started peering out of windows and coming out on the porch to get a look at the unexpected visitor. I followed Daniel into his family room and we sat around on the floor drinking juice and talking as best we could. More and more neighbors kept showing up and soon the room was nearly full. They wanted to know all about me: Where you from? Why you alone? You no friends? Why no hair? I showed them a family photograph and they said my Dad looks like a famous American actor that could turn himself into an animal in some movie. (I have no idea about that, if anyone does, email me!) I was told that the last foreign visitor to their longhouse was 3 or 4 years earlier, which explained the excitement of all the neighbors upon my arrival.

Mother and Amat

Soon enough I was told that it was bath time. In front of the entire crowd of curious onlookers, Sahidah (or Mother), pulled a sarong over my head. I have never before undressed (although thankfully covered by a sarong) in front of so many people. Sarongs on, we headed for the river. The kids and I swam around; I was trying to keep my sarong from falling off while simultaneously twirling, throwing and splashing. Not an easy task until you get the hang of it. Daniel's son, seven year old Amat, took a particular liking to me and followed me around holding my hand every where I went . After the river bath I had to go meet the "head master", Matthew, and gain approval for my visit. Approval was quickly granted and then it was on to a meal and rice wine. Then I was retrieved from Matthew's home back to Brian's where we had (my second) dinner, which was fully prepared by 14 year old Janefer (who does all the food preparation and clothes washing for the entire family).

Amat cooking

That first evening was a very enjoyable introduction to the friendly Iban people. I graded Janefer's English homework, played with Amat, looked at family photographs, and finally tucked in underneath the mosquito net and fell asleep in the candle light.

I ended up staying three nights in the longhouse and was truly treated as one of the family. During my stay, Amat was my constant playmate. He has been learning English so he knows many English words (colors, animals, numbers, the alphabet) but can't formulate sentences yet. We would be swimming in the river (which is something that we did several times each day)and Amat would frantically point behind me and yell, "Crocodile!", or "Snake!". I would start dramatically screaming and he would fall over laughing in the water. (My fear wasn't entirely an act-- only a few weeks ago a boy was killed by a crocodile in the river near Kuching.)

The men showing off their Iban tribal tattoos

Every day the Iban people go out to hunt and gather food for the day. They used weaved baskets to comb the water for fish and prawns. Their diet almost entirely consists of plants, vegetables, and fruit that grows in the jungle, fish from the river and animals that are hunted by blow pipe. Rice is the main staple in every meal and my Iban family claims that Iban rice is the best in the world. Iban food is absolutely delicious! Ripe mangos, papayas, bananas, eggplants, edible fern ("bako", my new favorite food), mushrooms, durian (southeast Asia's famous smelly fruit), and small, red and spicy chilies.

The second night it was raining and all the children gathered together in a room surrounding me. Hmmm... how to entertain a large group of kids who don't know English? Luckily I have plenty of practice in that department and and in no time we were singing and playing. We sang the Alphabet song, I taught them itsy bitsy spider and then they taught me an Iban song. After singing we sat in a circle and we played duck duck goose. The kids loved it and many of the parents started gathering around the doorway and window to watch. I tried to get a picture of them playing duck duck goose but as soon as my camera came out the game was clearly over. They all wanted their picture taken and then to see it directly after.

Iban kiddies after a disrupted game of duck duck goose

The next morning was Sunday. We ate breakfast and then (quite surprising) it was time for Mass in the long covered porch. Traditionally the Iban were animist but now they observe both traditional and Christian ceremonies. This was by far the weirdest Mass I have ever attended. The nearly 100 members of the longhouse sat lining the walls of both sides of the porch. Kids talked and played, sometimes running loudly across the floor. They played with the 20 sen coin they were given for donation, sticking it to their foreheads, spinning it on the floor and rolling it around. Mothers did nothing to stop them but no one seemed to mind. Men smoked and looked entirely uninterested. You couldn't hear anything being said or read but no one seemed bothered by that fact. An hour later the donation basket was passed around and it was over.

Staying with the Iban family was the most interesting and fun experience I've had in Malaysia. The Iban people are so friendly and welcoming and they seemed to really enjoy teaching me about Iban culture and also learning about my culture. After spending so much time with Amat, I was touched when Daniel and Mother asked me if I would be Amat's godmother. So I am now the new godmother to the cutest seven year old Iban kid in Malaysia!

Amat being goofy

Malaysian Borneo: Kuching

2006-10-16T17:36:00.000+08:00

My first destination in Malaysian Borneo was Kuching (meaning "cat" in Malay), the capital of Sarawak. I showed up just in time for the Moon Cake Festival, a week long event which takes place in China town every night during the festival. My first night at the festival I met a local man who took me, along with two other travelers he met, to some nearby beaches the next day.

While in Kuching I went to visit the orangutan sanctuary (orang utan is a Malay word that translates to "forest people") where they rescue orangutans that have been captured and are being sold for profit and rehabilitate them for the wild. We showed up just in time for feeding time and we were able to see the animals in their natural habitat, not restricted by cages.

The most interesting part of my visit to Kuching though was crossing the river and walking around the several kampung (villages). I walked several kilometers to the end of the road and saw many colorful Malay-style houses along the way. It was a rather small dirt road and as I was walking I felt like somewhat of a celebrity: people would call out to me from windows, "hello!", children would follow me at a distance on bicycles, and food stand vendors were offering me to sample the goods. Everyone wanted to know where I was from, how long I was in Sarawak, how I liked it, and funny enough, "Where is your mommy?". I was there in the midst of Ramadan, which for Muslims means fasting from sunrise until sunset (including water, sex and tobacco). At sunset (6: 36 pm) everyone disappeared into their homes for a much anticipated meal and I headed back across the river to the other, much different, side of town.

Smoke in Kuching from burning rice fields in Indonesia

Langkawi island

2006-10-15T08:54:00.000+08:00

After Taman Negara I met back up with Eddy and we traveled together to Singapore, Penang and Langkawi. Pulau Langkawi-- a beautiful island off the northwest coast of Malaysia was my favorite although the public transport in Singapore can't be beat and the food in Penang was delicious (and we tried a lot of it!). Langkawi is not really marketed for the backpacker but there are still deals to be found on accommodation and food. Eddy and I stayed at Shirins, a small, rather cute place ran by a Japanese woman and her insane Iranian husband, whom she met in India. (The insanity of "Abe" was taken to a whole new level after an unknown amount of vodka was consumed. His two favorite phrases, which we heard uncountable times during our short stay, vodka or none, were, "bloody bastard," and "fuckin' idiot", applied to any and all things, animate or otherwise. Despite his quite apparent pessimistic character flaws, I believe he has a good heart deep--maybe really deep--down.) When we checked in, we were greeted cheerfully, served juice and given cheap beds for our stay.

Owners of Shirin Guesthouse

The weather was great the first couple days and we rented a motor bike and rode around the island. We visited the cable car with fantastic views of the ocean and surrounding islands from high, we went to a couple waterfalls and swam in the clear pool below one of them, saw many monkeys (Langkawi is where I changed my opinion on monkeys from cute and harmless to rather fierce and frightening), rode by a huge iguana on the side of the road and went to an almost deserted white sand beach, which we shared only with monkeys and a couple of locals.

On our third day there almost 20 of Eddy's friends from KL showed up for a weekend island holiday away from the city. Two days of beach soccer, banana boat rides, swimming in the ocean, large meals together, Taboo (and tequila shots of course, Taboo and tequila were meant for each other, right?), and then they (including Eddy) were back to KL and I was left with one more day on the island solo.

The last day was rainy but I wanted to do an island hopping tour before I left. The rain was light before we left but once we were on the small boat cruising towards the first island it was a downpour. The barefoot and leather-skinned old man driving the boat was singing in Malay, squinting his eyes trying to see. There were only 6 passengers aboard-- apparently island hopping isn't a popular outing in the rain. The emerald green water met the gray sky with what seemed to be a layer of mist floating over the choppy waves. The Guatemalan-American woman sitting next to me was terrified and asked if she could hold my hand. We bounced and bounced our way there, the rain hitting us like sleet. We were soaked and I was doing my best to keep my backpack dry. Once we got the the island we walked to Pregnant Maiden Lake in the middle. I put my bag in a dry place and put my feet in the water while dozens of small catfish swam around them, nibbling on my toes. It was still raining and I jumped in the bath-warm water with all my clothes on. Ah! swimming in the rain...

Eddy and I after swimming

Images: Malaysia & Singapore

2006-10-09T18:37:00.000+08:00

Hindu temple in Singapore

This parrot told my fortune in Little India, Singapre.

At a wedding of one of Eddy's friends in Kuala Lumpur.

A trishaw driver in Melaca, Malaysia

Eddy, Aly, and Bec in Singapore. A Canberra Uni reunion after 3 years!

A night with the Orang Asli

2006-10-05T19:50:00.000+08:00

My last night in Taman Negara was an unforgettable one: Asri and I went to a small Orang Asli village on the river at dusk. He has known them for several years and when we arrived he asked and received permission from the chief for us to stay the night in the extra hut. The village consisted of several small huts made from, among other things, bamboo, palm leaves and rattan. Each hut has a small fire inside which in most huts people were gathered around. The Orang Asli have their own language but some of the men speak some Malay and therefore could communicate with Asri. This tribe gave Asri the nickname in their language that means "mistake" because of his first attempts at using the blow pipe many years ago. The children seemed rather scared of me and I was getting very strange looks from many of the women. A small group of teenage girls were giggling, watching us from the shadows but would run away shrieking every time Asri tried to talk to them or pointed a flashlight their way. We crouched down near the entrance of one of the huts while Asri distributed cigarettes to the women inside.

I felt like I had just walked into a National Geographic magazine and was uncertain how to feel about it. I felt very lucky to have the opportunity to witness and take part in for a night the daily life of people so different from me but at the same time I didn't know, because of the lack of communication, how they felt about my presence there. We had also arrived at what I think is a very personal time, after dinner and just before bed. Asri kept urging me to take pictures but after a few I put my camera away because I felt far too awkward and didn't want to make anyone else uncomfortable either.

After a short visit with the tribe we went and sat on the sandy river bank. Fireflies were out again and the sky was perfectly clear, the stars were as bright as I've seen them in a long time. The nightly musical performance was once again being put on by the creatures of the jungle. It was all very surreal, the entire night. Amazingly it didn't rain at all that night. It was possibly the first night since I had been in Malaysia that it didn't rain and lucky-- the hut had large holes in the top.

In the morning we woke up early and went back to talk to the people. With the light of day I didn't feel so much like I was imposing and I was also relieved that they seemed comfortable having me as a guest. A young boy gave us a demonstration of how the Orang Asli start a fire and also make blow darts with use of the fire. The man that made the blow dart then let me try my luck with the blow pipe. I was amazed at how far the dart travels and so easily. They sometimes dip the dart in poison and use it to hunt for food, monkeys included.

After saying my thanks to the chief and giving him an offering of money in appreciation for the invitation I was off in a river boat for a journey back to civilization.

Aly with a blow pipe. Beware.

Good eats

2006-10-05T08:40:00.000+08:00

Banana leaf meal. No utensils needed.

Fried carrot cake. Radish, egg, onion, chili, garlic, and flour. Not at all like the carrot cake at home!

Garlic naan

Vegetable murtabak

Chinese vegetarian economic rice street food.

Nasi lemak

And of course, drinks as well.

In the Jungle: Taman Negara

2006-09-24T19:35:00.000+08:00

From the Cameron Highlands I took a van for a couple hours in order to catch the jungle train that runs to Jarantut. In the van I met a Korean girl named Jung and it was like meeting someone from home. After her initial confusement of meeting a white girl in Malaysia who speaks (bad) Korean we reminisced of back "home": the kimchi, soju, the saunas. The train we were supposed to catch was over an hour late and once we boarded and started moving I could understand why. I think my Dad running could have kept up with or even beat this train in the 4 hours it took. Judging from it's condition the train probably has a few years on my Dad though. No air con on this ride. It was muggy, we were barely going fast enough to create a breeze inside. I went to the toilet and found a seat that emptied straight down on to the tracks below. The train went straight through the jungle so the scenery was great the entire time. After the train we had another bus to catch and finally after 11 hours of travel time we made it to the rainy Taman Negara main camp. Jung and I found a somewhat clean hostel and checked in for the night. (Traveling now, I've once again realized that clean is definitely a relative term. That goes for clothes, hostels, bathrooms and myself.)

The next morning Jung and I took off on our separate ways. I wanted to sleep in the jungle for the night so I found someone to take me up river towards a hide a one hour hike from the river. Asri, a local who had lived in the jungle his entire life, was my boat driver. He planned to pick me up the next morning. After lending me his rubber shoes (to go through the mud), his powerful flashlight (to spot animals at night), and giving me some advice to survive the night, he was gone and it was just me and the jungle. On the way there I couldn't believe the insects I saw! Ants as big as my pinky finger, never-ending trails of termites that chattered creepily, butterflies that kept landing on me. The trail signs were less than accruate and I managed to get lost for a bit. Then I felt a weird itchy feeling on my foot, pulled off Asri's rubber shoe and found three leeches attached to my sock. I pulled them off with a leaf and kept walking. I realized that the weird worm-looking things that walk like a slinky that I saw earlier were actually leeches. Creepy looking things, standing straight up feeling around for their next bloody meal. When I made it to the hut I was drenched in sweat. I pulled off my shoes and another leech from my now bloody socks. My feet bled for the next couple hours.

Asri

The hut was simple wooden room on 20 feet stilts with wooden bunk beds, no mattresses. It was quite literally in the middle of the jungle and for a while I was the only one around. Eventually four others showed up. We heated baked beans for dinner and when it got dark we looked around for animals. Once it got dark we sat in front of the long rectangular window opening and watched the fire flies flashing in the starry sky with occasional flashes of lightening brightening the sky. The sound of the jungle at night was really something-- so many different animals and insects making their own unique noises and blending together perfectly. It rained that night and I slept well.

Hut in the jungle.

Early the next morning the sounds were equally harmonious but altogether different although I can't desribe how. On the way back to the boat I fell in the mud, slippery from the rain, backpack and all. I met back up with Asri and he took me back to Nusa Camp, a small place right along the river, where I was the only guest for the day. We took the river boat to the Canopy Walkway, 10 wobbly bridges that are suspended 25 meters above the jungle floor, and afterwards swam in the river. I was planning on leaving the next morning but without too much effort Asri convinced me to stay one more day in the jungle.

Orang Asli village. See the small hut on the left? That's where I slept my last night in Taman Negara.

Cameron Highlands

2006-09-22T20:45:00.000+08:00

The Cameron Highlands were beautiful, the green hills of tea leaf plants looked unreal, so bright and like someone took a giant comb to them. I made a friend named Bio from Pangkor Island, Malaysia on the bus from KL and we walked a lot around the area; the first day there I think we walked around 25 km and then hitchhiked another few when we could. We walked up to one of the highest hills in the Highlands at 6,666 ft. At the top we tried to take the jungle trail back down the other side but after a couple minutes we were already nearly ankle deep in sticky red mud and crawling under and through vines. So it was back down the way we came. Besides tea, the area is also known for strawberry farms. We stopped at a couple vegetable and strawberry farms and picked up some fresh lettuce and strawberries and had freshly made strawberry juice. It was the best salad and strawberries I've ever had!

The next day I went on a jungle trek with Yen, the guide from the hostel. I was the only one who showed up so I had my own private guide for the 5 1/2 hour trek. While we walked he told me about the plants, animals and insects. He talked about the Highlands and how the development is making the animals and insects much more scarce. He talked about Malaysia's economy, people, history. It was very interesting, Yen would make a great teacher. And what a great environment to learn in! The weather in the Cameron Highlands is very cool compared to the rest of Malaysia so it was a great break from the heat but after a few days it was time to move on to the next stop and step back in to the heat wave.

And the Malaysian adventures begin

2006-09-13T00:33:00.000+08:00

Going up the many steps at Batu Caves.

Hindu statue at the entrance of Batu Caves.

Yum.

A monkey and her bananas at Batu Caves.

I flew in to to Kuala Lumpur from Seoul last Monday night. I couldn't believe all the palm trees I saw below as we were landing. As I walked through customs I vaguely saw through the glare on the glass wall in front of me a figure wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt jumping up and down and waving his arms. It had to be the Mad Man himself. And of course it was. We headed home driving on the left side of the road again, reminiscing all the way on the good times had back at Arscott dorms in Australia and where everyone is in the world now (everywhere it seems).

Eddy (aka Mad Man) lives with his father in a house in Kepong, a suburb 15 minutes North of Kuala Lumpur. On the corner lives the coconut man who has huge trucks overflowing with coconuts to sell to local drink and food vendors. Ah, and the food here... it's delicious! Eddy has taken me out to try several different dishes and I've loved them all except for these green jelly strings put in a certain drink called cendol. He thought it would be difficult eating vegetarian in Malaysia but it's extremely easy after living in Korea for a year. Almost every street, food court and market has at least one purely vegetarian restarant and ordering vegetarian at the Indian restaraunts is guaranteed. Eddy took me to one vegetarian grocery shop and I couldn't believe what they did to tofu and vegetables to make it resemble meat and fish. There was frozen "fish" that seriously looked like the real thing. The point is kind of lost on me, personally I'd just rather eat vegetables that look like vegetables but whatever... it was quite a work of creativity to say the least.

Some quick observations about Malaysia so far in no particular order:

This is one seriously diverse place after being in the hermit country. Eddy speaks five languages (his father speaks six) and often times speaks to his friends in a sort of merged together slang version of several at a time. I'll hear an English sentence or word here and there and then it's Cantonese and then Malay, usually with "lah" attached to the end (basically a meaningless word attached to the end of almost anything). Almost everyone here speaks English and when I've gone out with Eddy and his friends they all speak English as their primary language. The people in Malaysia are a mix of Chinese, Indian and Malay and therefore, so is the food.

After living in the land of high speed internet for a year, the connection speed here is excruciatingly slow. Slow speed or not I will be staying away from computers for the most part (I'll try to keep this site alive but no promises).

No staring at the sky while walking in Malaysia. I need to pay attention where my feet are going or else I may end up in one of the several gaping holes in the sidewalk that lead at least several feet down into a dark unappealing void of nothingness. A bit dramatic but seriously, there are very dangerous holes everywhere. Eddy says people steal the concrete squares or metal grates and sell them.

I've mentioned it already but I'll say it again, the food here is amazing! Several locals have said to me that Malaysia is all about the food. Sooooo good!

And the drinks! And they're all so good! Coconut water, tea with lime, soya drink, sugar cane drink, lime drink (very sour, I could barely handle this one), lime plum sour, juices, teas and so many that I haven't tried yet.

So much more to write about but for now I'm going to bed so I can get up early and do some jungle trekking. I'm in the Cameron Highlands escaping the heat for a couple days and then probably going to Taman Negara to sleep in the jungle and do my best at avoiding the leeches.