Eight Weeks In by the Numbers

 

Hello all,

I like to do these summary posts at milestone numbers.  This is the literary equivalent of a montage show.  In addition to all the random meanderings that we'll be getting to shortly, I would like to give a glimpse into the creative process of this blog.

1.  We go places.
2.  We run around on stuff, Molly takes pictures of temples and scenery, I take pictures of random feet, sky, sideways stuff and sculpture butts.
3.  We go somewhere else.
4.  Sometime along the way, we find the perfect conjunction of WiFi, time, inclination and sugar.
5.  Molly edits and loads pictures.  I go OCD and try to fit them all on the screen screaming "Jenga!"
6.  I grace the page with my idiotic rhetoric.
7.  Molly proofreads and adds her own writings.
8.  I do a final proofread, add pictures of sculpture butts, and post before she can remove my pics.
9.  Molly reads the post, sighs, and copes.

And that, in a nutshell, is how the magic happens.  Now to the meat and potatoes.

Most inappropriate songs for a location:
"Area Code" by Ludacris - Angkor Wat
"Holiday in Cambodia" covered by Richard Cheese - Anywhere in Cambodia

Most appropriate songs for a location:
"Area Code" by Ludacris - Sihanoukville
"The Banana Boat Song" by Harry Belafonte - Bali

Number of times sunburned: 2 - Both Greg

Number of nasty bug bites: Dozens - Molly

Amount of time spent spearfishing:  3.5 Hours
Number of big fish seen:  5
Number of big fish shot at:  3
Number of big fish killed:  0

Number of Airports visited:  11
Number of hours spent in airports:  A LOT
Number of hours spent sleeping on floors and benches in airports:  18 Hours
Number of times Greg or his bag has been searched at the airport: 6
Number of times Molly or her bag have been searched at the airport:  1
Number of Jeepney rides: 4
Number of Bus Rides:  3
Number of Van Rides:  5

Number of islands visited:  5
Number of Countries visited:  6
Number of Cities visited:  10
Number of Hostels stayed at:  12
Bugs in Bed killed: Dozens
Bedbugs killed: 8

Giant spiders observed:  6
Giant spider murder attempts:  4
Giant spiders killed:  2
Number of monkeys seen: 12-15
Number of elephants seen:  4

Number of books read by Greg:  60+
Items shipped back to the US:  Gifts, Souvenirs, Greg's Boots (Post Angkor Wat), Random Shirt
Items discarded along the way:  T-Shirt (Destroyed in a tank top conversion), socks

Number of stamps in the passport:  12

Places we'd live if given the chance:  Kuala Lumpur, Phnom Penh, Bali, Sihanoukville (for a bit)

I am not much of a numbers gal, but here's some of my flow...  Overall, traveling to SE Asia has exceeded all my expectations.  It is gorgeous, with a deep rich history that you can dive into on a tourist level.  Meaning in order to really scratch the surface we would need to spend much more time in each place.  It is difficult to really appreciate without more digging and being a tourist definitely has its limitations.  You can only see what is in the brochure but I really learn more when we take our time.  This does not allot us time to see everything, but we can appreciate where we are just a little bit more.  While living on Maui, I came across some tourists very dissatisfied with "their vacation".  They wanted everything to revolve around their agendas and any diversion would sour their experience.  I am trying a much softer approach with only a vague itinerary.  I want things to happen.  I am open to positive experiences on a grander scale.  I have learned and will continue to employ this approach throughout my life.

Angkor Wat and Siem Reap Part 1



We flew into Siem Reap direct from KL.  We hit the ground and had our first, real experience with militant immigration and visa applications.  We were first in line and as such, didn't have any direction to follow.  We wandered up to the first counter and had a staredown with the agent.  After about 2 minutes, we were ushered forward to hand over our passports and then were summarily dismissed to "stand over there."  We went to the next person who sent us to the next person who sent us to the next person.  We reached the correct counter and stepped up.  The agent promptly told us to step back into line.  There was no line.  We dutifully stepped back 2 feet and watched the agent do mysterious things with our passports.  Finally we were summoned forward, paid and got our visas. 

I had another dumbass moment and got stuck outside the airport without my passport and Molly was inside waiting for me.  I got a security agent, went to all sorts of places that I was not supposed to go and eventually made a security guard go inside and retrieve Molly.  We eventually got our Tuk-Tuk and headed into town. 

 

Siem Reap is almost bipolar.  There is a significant segment of the population with wealth, and they like to show it.  I saw more Toyota Landcruisers and the Lexus counterpart than I have ever seen in my life.  They were all over the place.  Most were tagged with foot high letters declairing "Land Cruiser" or "Lexus" as well.  Comparatively, the bulk of the Cambodian population live on roughly $1 a day.
 

We hit up Pub Street, the Old Market and the Night Market(s) nearly every day.  Pub street is the major backpacker hub, the Old Market is the green market and seafood market and the Night Markets are where you get every assorted piece of crap you never knew you needed.  There are multiple night markets, all with neon signs pointing this way or that, directing you to an ever cheaper assortment of goodies.
 

Siem Reap is also the gateway to Angkor Wat.  This is a massive array of temples, palaces and other assorted ruins north of the city.  They have been the sight of many movies, notably Tomb Raider and Mortal Kombat: Annihilation.  The Emperor and Liu Kang's final fight?  Angkor Wat.
 

 

The ruins are incredible.  The thing that pictures can't really describe is the sheer scale that these are built on.  The temples are massive and we spent hours traversing individual complexes.  But the real kicker is the size of the complexes.  The first day we took a Tuk-Tuk to the first temple complex which is actually called Angkor Wat.  After a few hours there, we walked to Angkor Thom and the Bayon temple complex.  It is over a kilometer just to get through Angkor Wat and another half a km to the south gate of Angkor Thom.  We saw the gate and started to celibrate.  We took a bunch of pictures and headed into the complex.  The road is rail straight and so long that you couldn't see Bayon.  It was 2 km more INSIDE the walls just to get to the temple!  This is a walled, controlled area.  It houses 10 major and minor temple complexes, a Tuk-Tuk parking area and a food court.  We also hit the Terrace of the Elephants and the Terrace of the Leper King.

 

At this point I was tired, sweaty, sunbeaten, dusty and just generally over life.  We nabbed someone else's Tuk-Tuk (this is why you don't pay in advance) and headed back to the hostel for a good dose of A/C and swimming pool.  The next day we took the more traditional tourist routine which is a Tuk-Tuk on the small tour.  We focused on the second half from the giant buddha statue and back around.  We climbed to the top of a ziggurat and took some cool pictures.  The bridge was razor straight and over a hundred yards long.  Once again, the sheer scale is incredible.

 



 

 

 

Another feature on the small loop is the "Tomb Raider" temple.  It hasn't been as managed as most and features the wilderness slowly eating away at the temple.  Trees, hundreds of feet tall, have eaten huge chunks out the the temple complex and its walls.  While a serious tourist trap, the temple keeps up with the hype.  At this point my camera overheated and we were down to just Molly's.  We finished off the loop, headed back to Angkor Wat and hung out for sunset over the temple and the moat.





 

Day three we took a Tuk-Tuk on the big loop past the aquifer and through another temple complex.  We picnic'd at a temple and caught the sunset again.  After the first day, we had decided to take it a lot slower the second two days.  We took advantage of the transportation, brought snacks and books to read.  The three day pass is a pretty sweet deal and we tried to use it to the max.

 

 The three day pass is $40 and you can use it over the course of a week.  We did the first day, took a couple of days off to hang out in town, and then did the second and third day back to back.  There is a 7 day pass which can be used over the course of a month for $60 and also a one day pass for $20.  For us, the 3 day pass was just about right for our budget and ambitions. 

 

 

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One night in Kuala Lumpur or Selamat Datang

Our next stop on our way was Kuala Lumpur.  There isn't a whole lot of press dedicated to Malaysia in general, and Kuala Lumpur in particular.  Lately Kuching has been the hot name, and it is on Malaysian Borneo, as opposed to the Malay Peninsula. 

We flew into KLIA around 1am.  We stayed in KL on a whim.  When booking our flights, things were a little awkward so I figured we could stay there for a couple of days and get organized again.  Malaysia offers a free layover visa for any stays shorter than 3 days, so we took advantage of that.  Anyhow, we flew in at 1am.  We didn't want to pay for a full night in a hotel when we wouldn't get into the city until early morning, so we booked for the following night but not our arrival night.

Molly and I made it through immigration without a hitch and then picked up our backpacks.  There were some flat, well padded rows of benches against the wall in baggage claim and we staked our turf.  Molly and I each slept for about 4 hours and the staff was very accomodating in not kicking us out or hassling us.  The A/C was in full effect, to the point that Molly and I both had to pull out Sarongs to cover up with. 

The highspeed train from KLIA to KL Sentral kicks ass.  It runs nonstop from the airport to Sentral Station at roughly 160km/hr, has comfy seats and tvs.  We rolled in around 7am on a Sunday and the station was empty.  There was a conveniently closed Starbucks with free wifi where we caught up on the world and looked up directions to our hotel. 

Back in our native hemisphere, I am usually the one who knows where we are.  There are some exceptions, such as the Kahului Wendy's, but generally I am on top of it.  As soon as we arrived in KL, Molly crushed it.  We got not so great directions to the hotel and slogged off in the general direction.  We got turned around a couple of times and basically walked the wrong way down a car ramp, and I was ready to catch a cab.  Molly demanded perserverence and 30 feet later, we found signs directing us to our hotel. 

We stored our big packs and decided to find the big park just
north of KL Sentral.  Following my lead, we managed to circumnavigate the southwestern quarter of the city before we got to the park.  Keep in mind, we could see the damn thing the whole time, just on the other side of the highway, or the lightrail line, or the mosque.  At one time, I found us the landscaped side of an onramp and declared it to be our destination.  Fortunately, Molly could not be dissuaded.  We made it to the KL Planetarium, took advantage of their skywalk and crossed over into the park.

This was an epic park.  I would say that it is a little smaller than Central Park in NYC, but it has a lot of bang for the buck.  We walked past the world's largest free flying bird aviary, hit up the orchid garden, checked out the butterfly garden, caught the tram that took us around the bulk of the park, and generally just walked everywhere.  There was no chance of seeing everything, so we just walked and took it all in.  There were fashion photo shoots in the orchid gardens and the ampitheaters host concerts regularly. 

We checked into the hotel and enjoyed our first hot showers and A/C in two weeks.  Finally hunger drove us out of our chilled cocoon and we hit the town.  When we had walked through in the morning, it seemed like there were a lot of food stalls lined up in our neighborhood.  When we went out at dark, they were all up and running.  Food stalls, sidewalk cafes, cham booths, fruit stands.  It was yummy, yummy chaos.  We cruised around, slightly overwhelmed, looking for grub.  We had picked up fried shrimp cakes and a curried potato pie earlier, so we had the routine down.  After walking for a few blocks Molly spotted a stand with a bunch of charcoal fires going.  We headed over and found the famous Clay Pot Chicken Rice dude!

 

 

The owner was running 6-10 clay pots of different sizes at any given time over charcoal burners, adjusting the heat by levering the pots up and down and using a reciprocating house fan behind him.  We sat with a nice lady and her daughter and they helped us order.  When they left, another lady and her daughter sat down and ran us through proper table etiquette and explained about Chinese New Year and Malaysian Holidays.  She suggested a number of different sites for us to check out and was even kind enough to take pictures of the meal and email them to us.

 

 

 

The next day we slept in and went out with the intention of finding the Petronus Towers.  I hammered out 3 Harry Potter jokes and we were on our way.  We hopped on The J.B.'s Monorail (funk joke) and headed to the towers.  Now, the towers are huge.  Immense.  And unlike NYC where the rest of the skyline encroaches on the big boys, the Petronus Towers stand pretty much alone.  I lost them.  I admit it fully.  I could not find my ass with both hands and a flashlight in KL.  After our little misadventures Molly took over and found us the towers.  They were awesome.  I made a fool of myself and was the guy who laid down in the sidewalk to take the straight up shot. 

 

We ran around the towers, shopped a little, and generally enjoyed ourselves.  We hung out on the steps around the water feature and watched night roll in.  Molly got some great shots of the light and water show.

 

We finally broke down, picked up our bags and headed back to the airport.  This was our first Air Asia experience.  So KLIA is a brand new, high tech airport.  All the bargain carriers fly out of the old, run down airport.  I was checking the departure board and they were slamming 20 flights an hour out of this thing.  Anyhow, we show up and it is like a refugee camp.  Everyone is laid out all over the floor with makeshift beds however they can do it.  Not to be outdone, M and I staked out our little corner of heaven between two potted plants, broke out the sarongs and passed out.  I praise my quick thinking in using my boots as a pillow.

 

All in all, KL got a 9.5/10.  The ghetto airport was goofy, but we loved the city.