Thursday 30 September 2010

Mountain biking in Luang Prabang - Northern Laos

Today I will be mostly mountain biking. The agenda is to see a couple of temples, trip around town, a co-operative where they make silk produce, the short trip up the river to the waterfalls of Tat Kuang Si and then back for 2 ish.

We are to kick off at 8.30, I had a good nights sleep and aimed to get I to town by 8.00 I could have a coffee before picking up my guide and mountain bike for the day.

The town has got French colonial history and that ' laissez fair' type of approach is so apparent here. Lao people are charming but the pace of service is a few notches down from other places I have visited on the trip.

We left about 8.45, the bike was ok and the ride out of town was fairly flat. This time of day it was warm but pleasant. I still can't get my head around the traffic. It seems they drive on the right, unless the road looks better on the left. There is nor a lot to the town and quite quickly we wear getting out into the country side. Along the way we passed through small villages. Ducks, turkeys, dogs, chickens a d the occasional buffalo were diving and darting across the road. Clearly a poor country but a lot of nice SUV's on the road.

Our first stop was the temple of Wat Xieng Muan. World heritage funds have been used to set up a school teaching novices and monks the art of Mural painting. We took time out to wander around the temple. It was much more basic than some I have visited but some very pretty painting and it's location was fantastic









From the temple we visited a local co-operative that had been set up for silk weaving. I was surprised that the silk scarves and table clothes etc are all hand made here. It takes around three weeks to make one table cloth and they sell for around $20.

More cycling through little villages, the scenery was just stunning, it was starting to warm up now but the roads were pretty flat. The gears were getting a hammering to conserve energy. There is the same problem with logging as there is in Northern Thailand (although I don't thing the Laos take it as seriously. Neighbours China have a huge demand for hardwood and Laos provides a lot. That said, there are still many Elephant parks around the north to cater for the retired elephants and the tourists.









Our next stop was the waterfalls at Tat Kuang Si. To get there you have to take a long boat across and down one of the tributaries of the Mekong. I met a coup,e of Aussie girls waiting for the ferry, one of them was taking a 150cc motorbike across Cambodia. The bike had been bought and renovated, it was a honda and it was 53 years old!

The waterfalls were just spectacular, at the bottom there were elephants bathing and as you moved upstream there were hundreds of menthol green pools and water cascading. Amazing....









After a long morning in the saddle it was a perfect opportunity to cool down and I took it. The water was a bit chilly at first but very very refreshing.

I had a simple lunch of Miso and rice then we headed back. I did have a passing regret that I had not taken a TukTuk as we still had about 15km to ride. And it was bloody hot.









A couple of hours later we cycled into Luang Prabang. I was, once again wet through, I couldn't tell if I had a sun tan or was just filthy. Such was the dust on the road I suspect I will have black snot for days.

After handing the bike back my first stop was the French cafe and a Pineapple frappe followed by a mixed fruit frappé . I was just so thirsty. I could have had beer but I was sticking to my own advice. Besides which I suspect I would have been well pissed before my thirst was quenched!

Back to the hotel for a well earned rest and a shower. I checked with reception what time I needed to get to the bus station. The Laotian receptionist did not speak a word of English so we communicated using pictures. My drawing of a bus and a clock and a moto got the message across. I would be picked up at 7.00am and the bus leaves at 8.00.
I couldn't quite convey that I don't actually have a ticket and should I? We shall see.
I'm trusting Sarah has done her job....

Tonight I will go into town, have a wander, a couple of beers and some Dinner. I can also upload the blog on the French cafe's wifi.




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Location:Luang Prabang - Northern Laos

Luang Prabang - The one that nearly nearly got away!

Luang Prabang is in Northern Laos, this is my next port of call. Before that however, I have a couple of things I need to do in Chiang Mai. My flight does not leave till 3.05 and I am being collected from the hotel at 1.00. Breakfast in the hotel, fill up, it's free and you never know when your going to eat again... One of the waitresses took a shine and I was treated to a linen napkin and 'special' fruit. Ha ha, I still have it, even at nearly 51!!

My first stop is the DHL office, I have collected so much shit so far that I really have to send some back home. Most of it is the gear I brought from home. 4 kg cost a ridiculous £70. Hey ho! More space, more shit to buy!

Following that I went went to get my laundry, the laundry is the same place that did my massage last night and the Thai manager who used to live In Bournemouth did me a special deal. All the stuff was ironed and individually packaged. Nice to have some clean undies. I've not had any for 2 days....

Back at the hotel I packed my gear and then sat and had a smoke with the taxi drivers. Great fun to chat to!

I couple of Aussies were leaving for the airport. She looked like she had been sucking a lemon and they asked for a taxi. The price was 200 baht, reasonable, it was a 20 minute drive. Well, you'd have thought he had asked her for for a shag! In the end they settled on 150. I'm all for a bit of bargaining, I think the traders enjoy it as much as the punters, but when your on your way to the airport, from a very posh hotel, is it not slightly inappropriate to be arguing the toss about 50p?
I think so. As the taxi driver pulled away he winked..


My carriage arrived spot on time ( this is just too good to be true Sarah, 10/10 again. 20 minutes later I was at the airport in Chiang Mai checking in for my Laos Airlines 60 minute flight to Luang Prabang.

The airport was like any other. I found it sort of amusing that they had a 'Starbucks' type cafe selling 'pot noodles' . Is it just me?

I had been a bit wary of Laos Airlines, they don't have the best safety record in the world (slightly ahead of Garuda) if my memory serves me right. I understand there is a list of airlines you shouldn't fly with and Laos airlines is on it. That said, they have a new fleet of ATR 72's although I have no idea if that's good or bad.
The plane should have been departing at 3.05 but at 2.40 it seemed everyone was on so it left!

This was a flight to remember. The in-flight catering was a hot dog!
I'm partial to a fairground ride every so often, spinning teacups and that type of thing. This was a full bore Pepsi 'big one plus' for the full hour. I have never been so pleased to hit the ground, that said, it was less than controlled. The plane did a little 'shimmy' as it was decelerating and I was convinced the aircraft was going to spin out of control across the runway. No clapping from the rest of the passengers, just a look of abject relief. Unfortunately another Laos airlines flight awaits. I should have taken my chance with the mozzies and travelled the slow boat down the Mekong. The views from the aircraft window were spectacular, especially as we came in to land. The Mekong river meandering through the jungle. Very special.

For $35 a visa can be purchased on arrival. Laos Peoples Democratic Republic. Some people say the PDR stands for 'Please Don't Rush' was a little typical in that respect. An officer calls you over, he takes your passport and visa application, gives it to another person. You walk to another window, a second officer looks at you. Then processes your visa. He passes you passport to a third guy, who gives it you back. You then go to passport control. And pretty much the same happens. Worth it though, the visa is very pretty!












I was not too concerned that there was no-one there to meet me. After all the plane had arrived about 30 minutes early.

The airport in a quaint building, very old fashioned. I got some Lao Yip, from the ATM and sat outside waiting. After 60 mins I called the travel agent. I must have looked a bit like Dom Jolly, following the principles that if the person you are speaking to does not understand English, you just raise the volume. 15 mins later a TukTuk arrived and I was on my way to Villa Manifold. I think the driver had fallen asleep hence his arriving a little late.. The drive was interesting. I'm really not sure which side of road the Lao people drive, it seems whichever side has no vehicle.

Arriving at my accommodation I now feel like a real Backpacker, it is very basic, clean though. The lady who runs the guest house does not speak a word of English. After unpacking I headed into town and the night market.

I was a millionaire, I had 1.2 million Yip in my wallet, about £70. It does take a bit of getting used to. Someone asking for 10,000 anything immediately makes you think expensive. In reality it's about 75p.....

In town I sat at a cafe, people watching over a beer. The weather was warm and in the mountains I was treated to a spectacular show of fork lightening that lit up the hills and jungle. The night market was very laid back. No pushy sales, just nods and smiles. All the stuff on sale, save the tee shirts, was ethnic type stuff. It is quite a big market which stretches a good mile or so down the main drag.

The first part is food, there is a strong French / Soviet influence in the country so I wasn't surprised to see French baguette stalls selling sandwiches with every conceivable filling. Having had a beer I was once again in a retail mood. I sat at one stall and had stamps made for Ross, Finlay and Emily. The stamp was carved out of Marble with the name in both Lao and English with the animal from the Birth year on the top. Very pretty. I had one done for myself too but had an elephant as my birth year is a pig!












I am only in the town till Friday when I catch the early bus to Vientaine, the capital of Laos. A ten hour bus ride away. Consequently I need to cram as much in as possible. Popping in to a travel agent I organised a day on a bike to include the main temples, a boat ride, waterfalls and swimming and visits to several of the nearby villages. Total cost $40.




Quite pleased with myself I headed to a bar for a bite to eat. Decided on a beef burger, it may have been dog but it was very tasty and served in French Bread.

Sitting behind me were a grout of 4 hoorah henry's.

' Have a pizza, it will be so much fun'

For fucks sake!

Lao PDR has the unwanted distinction of being, per capita the most heavily bombed nation in the world. Between the years 1964 and 1973, the United States flew more than half a million bombing missions, delivering more than two million tons of explosive ordnance, in an attempt to block the flow of North Vietnamese arms and troops through Laotian territory. The ordnance dropped include more than 266 million submunitions (known as “bombies” in Lao) released from cluster bombs.

Significant land battles, including those during the war for independence during the French colonial era and between the Pathet Lao and the Royal Lao forces, also contributed vast quantities of unexploded heavy bombs, rockets, grenades, artillery munitions, mortars, anti-personnel landmines, and improvised explosive devices.

It is estimated that up to 30% of all ordnance did not explode. Such unexploded ordnance (UXO) continues to remain in the ground, maiming and killing people, and hindering socio-economic development and food security.


The La De Dars are actually starting to become quite annoying. Apparently French fries are going to be 'fun' too as you can only put up with so much south east Asian food. And by the way, 'ham and cheese sounds nice'

Give me strength, it's fucking western food, order it and eat it you fuck wits.

Cambridge graduates on a gap year. God help us....

Note to self. People watching does not always have to be accompanied by beer. It leads to buying stuff you don't want and perhaps getting a little uncharitable towards others.....

The bar had WiFi, I checked my email and had received a Facebook note from one of my Viking travelling companions. They were now heading towards Laos on the Mekong river slow boat.

Things quieten down quite early, at 10.30 I headed back to my guest house.
I suspect that the bugs have been biting. Deet and anti malarial medication is a must here as it is a malaria hot spot.

Once back I tried to take my malaria tabs with no water as I had forgotten to get a bottle in town. So unpleasant was the taste I nearly brought my burger back! Only to find there was water in the fridge.

Looking forward to tomorrow......


Back in the hotel there was an amazing thunderstorm, this time in town. I went to sleep with a smile on my face!!

This town was not on my original list. Well done Sarah, but am afraid you lose a few points for no taxi, no wifi and it costing me nearly £15 to call your office and sort the transport out. 7/10 .



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Location:Sisavangvong Rd,Luang Prabang,Laos

Wednesday 29 September 2010

Trekking in the Chiang Mai jungle

I was awake at 6.00am!
Having packed and checked out I went for breakfast, all included in the price.
Fresh fruit followed by an omelette, how healthy am I ?
I have to say this has been a lovely hotel, excellent, attentive staff, who can't do enough. I will be back!
I was to be picked up at 8.30 so after breakfast sat in the lobby, If I have one complaint about the hotel it is the lobby seats are not comfortable ;-)

Ha ha, sat in the uncomfortable lobby seats, they are playing 'the hills are alive with the sound of music' over the PA. There is a certain irony there!

Shortly after 8.39 the transport arrived, a pick up truck, jumped in the back and off were went. For the trip I had four companions, a couple of guys from Denmark and
a couple from Austin, Texas. We went through the formal introductions. The usual ice breaker is 'where have you been, where are you going...'

Our first stop was the tourist police, apparently they need to understand who's going where safety purposes. The volunteers tourist policeman on this occasion happened to be British. He gave us a formal brief explaining the do's and don'ts putting particular focus on the drugs issue saying 'if you get caught with drugs in Thailand you won't see your country again - sobering!!

After the briefing we were on our way. We stopped off at a local market which was clearly partly set up trekkers, selling rain coats, torches, water etc. The same market also houses the 'local' produce, it was interesting to wander around!




























Our second stop on the two day trip was the elephant park. The older elephants, ( the oldest one here was 35 years old ) are in reality 're-deployees'. As the logging and deforestation banning programme took hold, they were essentially unemployed. The creative solution was to use them to add value to the tourist industry, consequently numerous locations have have sprung up across Northern Thailand. The alternative would have been much less attractive !

I had an elephant to myself ( obviously with driver!). We set out on an hours trek through the jungle, it was a fantastic experience. These beautiful creatures, sure footed and majestic actually seemed to enjoy what they were doing.The mahout was clearly on the same wavelength at them, they stopped to strip foliage when they were peckish and were put under no pressure at all.
































At the end of the ride my mahout jumped off, I gave him the camera and he let be 'drive' this majestic beast the last 100 metres while he took photographs. I did have reservation about how they would turn out at I though the camera was set on automatic focus and this little lad was busily focusing the camera manually.I was pleasantly surprised to find that he had reset to manual! The photo still turned out crap though.




































Given the steering wheel.




























Andrew with a year old baby. This little guy was prone to head butting ( the elephant, not Andrew )


The elephants in the camp were of all ages, the oldest being 35 and the youngest just one month, a proper Dumbo!

After the elephants were were back into the truck for a short drive and a very basic but tasty lunch at a roadside cafe. Boiled rice, a potato thai curry and cantaloupe to finish.There we met our 'Karen' guide who would be taking us trekking during the afternoon. His name was unpronounceable but he was quickly nicknamed smokey.

After the elephant rides and stroking, feeding them most of us were feeling a tad 'grubby' The first stop on the trek was a water hole and a beautiful tumbling waterfall. It was just so inviting, the water was lovely. It was just like the Bounty advert!


























From the waterfall we were faced with around 2 hours trekking to the village.
I suppose I should have worked have worked it out, the clues in the name, if you go to visit hill tribes, there is a pretty good change a hill is going to be involved somewhere along the way. Moving deeper into the jungle, it wasn't massively steep but in those temperatures I was sweating buckets and the heart beat was a little quick.
Ever resourceful 'smoky' spotted some very tasty looking mushrooms and in his bag they went. Around 30 minutes later he had sold them to a fellow villager for 100 baht.

The Viking guys were funny, Morgan had struck up a great rapport with smokey and they made a good double act keeping is amused as we made our way to the village.

We made the village at around 5.00pm. The accommodation was basic, a mat on a bamboo raised floor, All in one room, blankets were provided.









































The Karen began to move into Thailand around the 17th century and occur in large numbers in the western part of Northern Thailand, in particular on the ranges west and south of Doi Inthanon. The main groups in Thailand are White Karen composed of the Skaw and the Pwo sub groups.

The Karen live in villages of around 25 houses raised on stilts. The villages tend to cluster. Each household consists of the parents and their unmarried children. Married daughters and their families may also live in the same house. The highest authority is the village priest who runs the village along with the elders.

The Karen have rituals to live harmoniously with the "Lord of the Land and Water", as well as with nature spirits in the rocks, trees, water and mountains that surround them. They also have guardian spirits and believe in the soul.

Their desire for harmony with nature may partly account for why the Karen have evolved the most ecologically sound system of swidden agriculture. They use a system of rotation over a large area of land and do not cut all the large trees down when they clear a plot.

Around 40 families lived in the village, about 100 people. Charming, friendly people. The usual sales team arrived. I'm not sure if was a contrived part of their sales strategy but all four of the. Had exactly the same products and of course, it would be massively unfair to buy from one and not the other..... Very smart.

















Morgan and Pi

Dinner at 6.00am was again simple but very very tasty, it was pissing it down and he'd been since we arrives so the idea of a campfire was shelved. Instead, around the communal table and chatting. Andrew and Danielle were very interesting, Danielle had just graduated but Andrew was in VC finance and had just finished working on a project setting up a company in South America doing stem cell surgery. Really interesting smart cookie.

These sorts of trips as much about learning about your fellow travellers as they are about learning about about the locals. I have to say I had a very enjoyable and informative evening chatting to both Danielle and Andrew, great guys

I shall call the Danes the Vikings at the risk of misspelling their names, Rune and Morgan ? They were great fun, very funny the younger guy had just finished his education and the older guy was a 'brickie'. Both had a fantastic sense of humour and the banter with 'smokey' was very funny. He was great fun too.

For any youngster travelling is a great opportunity to develop social skills. I wish my oldest niece would do it. My sister had tried to persuade be to join me but she declined. Cross culture, race integration is a great education!

The Vikings turned in quite early but I stayed up chatting then to bed. Not the most comfortable night but I did sleep reasonably well.















There is a view that these sort of 'events' trekking into a hill tribe village are a little contrived. I asked Smokey how he felt having complete strangers coming to stay with his family, he clearly loved it. It is also a great way of supporting the local economy.

In the morning we met other locals including 'buffalo bill' he was an autistic chap and it was really quite moving to see how the rest of the villages protected him. Ty new guide for the trek down from the village explained that they all looked out for him and had recently taken him into Chiang Mai as a holiday to enjoy the cuisine.
Great community.















Despite the fact that this is only a small village, there is a school which we visited after breakfast of bread, eggs and coffee.

I was leaving my travelling companions as they were on a two night trek. We exchanged emails address's and blog addresses so we could follow each others progress. I said my goodbyes and then made my way with my new guide to meet with some other trekkers for the two and a half hour walk back to civilisation, mostly downhill. Andrew, you are right, it is tougher going downhill than uphill...
I smiled to myself as I thought of 'the sound of music' in the hotel before I left and humming 'high on a hill is a lonely goatherd. You need to have the sure footing of a mountain goat here..

Despite covering myself with Deet and the mosquito nets in the village I had still managed to collect a couple of pesky nips from the bastards. One on the bottom of my foot. Why do they always do that?

The walk down the hill gave some fantastic views of the jungle wildlife and countryside, squadrons of huge dragonflies, massive butterflies and more ants than you can shake a stick at.









At the end of the trek I said goodbye to my trekking companions a couple from Belgium and a couple from Slovenia . My guide pointed me in the direction of a scary Thai lady who would take me to the lunch location and pick up the Bamboo raft to go further down the river.

The Thai lady,who looked like she wouldn't have been out of place in 'prisoner cell block' took me to the truck, pointed for me to get into the back then bounced me around for 10 minutes practically breaking my ass.

Lunch was pretty much the same as the day before. I met my new guide who, after lunch loaded us into a minibus for the short drive to the river. I has obviously taken someone's seat (why are people so territorial) a Colombian spent the 20 minute journey glaring and sitting there with a face like a slapped arse..

The rafting was great fun, about an hour down river. The rain the previous evening had brought the river level up and it was flowing quite fast. The rafts are basically 16 metre bamboo tied together. If is driven rather like a Cambridge punt. All I needed was a blazer and a boater hat!

At the end of the trip I was picked up my yet another guide and whisked back to my hotel.
I have to congratulate the tour company, there are some quite challenging logistics getting everyone to where they should be.

I must have looked a sorry sight walking into the hotel, dirty, sweaty, I looked like I had pissed in my cargo pants as I had put them on top of my swimming trunks.

First stop shower, second stop Laundry, third stop DHL, I was starting to hoard stuff and need to send some of the purchases back home... Oh, and a massage too

A big bag of washing, about a fiver, ready at midday. The shipping costs were quite expensive but I needed to create some space. It would have to be done, probably not for the first time. I had a long way to go!

After my chores I headed down the road for a beer, I decided my hair need a trim, I was starting to look like an action man with eagle eyes!!
Another £2.00 haircut later I headed back to the hotel. As I walked past the taxi drivers outside the hotel there were hoots of approval for the new haircut.

In the evening I had decided to go into the old town for a spot of dinner, stopping at a massage parlour just outside the hotel I had a foot and leg massage, brilliant. This time I had a young Thai lad as a masseuse. The owner came to have a chat, he had lived in Bournemouth for a few years.

Tuktuk to town, a nice dinner of Thai curry and rice ( for a change ), a stop off at the night market and a beer at the night market.

As I was sat people watching a smily chap walker up to the Bar. I've now got into the habit of saying hello and smiling to everyone, it's amazing how many people you can get chatting to. This smily chap was French, we started chatting and he sat with me for an hour. He was on a 12 month trip. He had been somewhere on my bucket list so I was going to find out more.

You can travel from Europe to Singapore on the train. I had looked at this as it seems a great way to do the journey, and not that expensive. My new french friend had started in Moscow, travelling to Utan Battar, the capital of Mongolia and then through China to Beijing. Sounded like a fab trip...

Tomorrow I leave Thailand. It is a fascinating country, exceeded expectations. I will be back in January to do a bit more travelling in the north.

I leave for the airport tomorrow at 1.00pm

Next stop Laos.


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Location:Su Thep,Thailand

Sunday 26 September 2010

Chiang Mai

Breakfast on the train was cheese and spam sandwiches with cold chips!
We pulled into Chiang Mai railway station about one hour late.
It was so nice to be out of a big city. It was indeed around 5 degrees cooler and didn't feel nearly humid. I said my goodbyes to my travel companions and swapped blog addresses with Joey. He was considering going to Vietnam so my travellers tales may help him make the right decision.

Travel agent Sarah was true to her word and there was indeed someone waiting at the station holding up a card with my name. This is a first for me. Quite strange.
I jumped into his vehicle and off we went. My first stop was another hotel where I was met by a loverly lady who checked my documents and flight details for the transfer. Tried to sell me a couple of trips but was not pushy at all. It was a new experience after 24 hours in Bangkok......

Elle, the Thai lady gave me an itinerary for the next couple of days, told me that if I needed anything I could call her 24 hours a day. Now that's what I call service.
As I was leaving she shook my hand and told me that Sarah had told her to look after me. Very charming.

I was to be met at 6.00pm this evening by the trek guide and tomorrow morning would go out into the jungle and visit hill villages. This would be a two day,one night trek. No long but a great way to taste the area.






























After this stop it was on to the hotel. It was beyond my expectations. Lovely room with a great view. I do feel a bit of a backpacker fraud, this is not quite what I expected.

WiFi access was available in the room but at a price I would check out town and maybe find a bar where I could check e-mails etc.

Quick shower and then out exploring and a spot of lunch.

I took a tuktuk to the old city, it is charming, there is a street market on Sunday, none of the fake stuff, real ethnic wares. Stopped off at the De Nanga cafe to download e- mails and check if the releasing of four birds at the Golden Buddha had brought me enough luck to win the £7 million on last nights lottery. 'Fraid not!!

Lunch of satay and a beer, (hydration!)

There appears to be a lot of westerners and Australians. Chatting to an Aussie lady in the lift, she was from the sunshine coast and here for a conference, could think of worse places. I told her I had once driven from Cairns to Byron Bay, NSW,down the Bruce highway.

' right past my house, next time you must pop in for a VB.

Although I loved Bangkok, this is more to my taste and if Sarah lives up to her word I am looking forward to the next three weeks. Maybe the planned Feb return may be extended even further. Would love to see more of Thailand, next time would have to be true backpacker guest house though due to funding!!

One really noticeable difference here is the lack of pushy selling. Nevertheless, still got my wits about me!!

As I was walking through the sunday day market I was starting to feel a little stressed, you know how it is, can't decide what to have for dinner, should I take a tuktuk or a taxi back to the hotel, that sort of feeling.
In the market were number of stalls offering massages, given my experience in Egypt and the tight paper pants in Borneo I decided to plump for a head, neck and shoulder massage to relieve the stress of deciding what to eat next.
30 mins for 60 baht. About £1.20.
Wonderful, and she didn't get familiar once!!















The sunday day market














Tha Phae gate. The main gate into the old city














The old fortifications of the old city

Later In the afternoon I sat in a bar, there was a pissed up Irish bloke chatting at the bar and he shouted over to an american:-

' so are you sorry for what you did in Vietnam '

A potential issue was quickly diffused by another Irish chap.

' hey, you're getting out of line'

He replied-:

' sure, sorry! '

Only to be followed by-:

' so what's it like having a black president, bet you're pretty pissed egh'

People watching...... Priceless!

At 4.30 I headed back to the hotel by Tuktuk. My timing was perfect, at that point the heavens opened big style.

I planned on visiting the night market this evening and perhaps pop back to the old town for dinner. You are never short of places to eat here, apparently Chiang Mai is renowned for its food. And beer is half the price it is in Bangkok and about 20% the price it is in Singapore and KL.
My evening in Chiang Mai was wonderful. I went to the night market which was not too busy and some great buys, got my torch, walking socks and rafting shoes all for under a fiver with some hard bargaining , fun was had by both parties. Also bought some ethnic pants and shirt for sleeping in, again, 'cheap as chips'

Dinner was prawns, chicken and veg with a couple of large beers. Less that a fiver. I'm quite excited about the trek. Having dinner was an experience in itself, I wasnat the side of the marker observing various techniques both the buyers and the sellers. It was fascinating. Ladies in ethnic clothing kept wandering by with instruments that sounded like frogs in the night. To be sure it got a bit irritating after a while. Met the guide this evening who gave me a list of what to bring which i got from the market. 'Jobs a gud un'

I saw a torch for the trek, asked how much
' 350' was the response'
' no, he's selling it for 150 back there'
' OK'
Deal done. All my purchases went the same.
I'm sure one of the guys had terrets. He kept making strange noises as we were striking a deal.
I think I'm gonna have to ship some stuff home DHL!!
I was back in the hotel by 10.00. A good nights sleep me thinks!



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Location: Chiang Mai - thailand

Saturday 25 September 2010

Sightseeing in Bangkok

I need to check out of the hotel by midday and my train does not leave for Chiang Mai till 7.35 this evening.
Since my change of itinerary now includes a days trekking and an overnight stay in the jungle, I also need to purchase a torch!

I was up quite early, walk to Starbucks for a nice latte and a muffin. This is the first time I have had a muffin since I started baking - maybe that is because I know how many calories goes in them!

I took a taxi ride to the Royal Palace and Emerald Buddha Saturday must be shopping day in China Town, the traffic was atrocious. It took almost an hour to get there.

There are loads and loads of con artists outside the Palace, more than one told me the palace was closed for a Buddhist holiday, they then try to get you to go on an alternative your with them. The palace wasn't closed at all, nor was it a Buddhist holiday. There is a sign outside the palace that says 'beware of wily strangers' good advice. It had been pouring with rain as I rode the taxi to the palace but as I stepped out of the taxi the sun came out and it was glorious.

I had visited the palace and temple the last time I was in Bangkok some 20 years and it is an absolutely amazing place.

























































The Grand Palace has an area of 218,400 sq. metres and is surrounded by walls built in 1782. The length of the four walls is 1,900 metres. Within these walls are situated government offices and the Chapel Royal of the Emerald Buddha besides the royal residences. When Siam restored law and order after the fall of Ayutthaya the monarch lived in Thonburi on the west side of the river. Rama I, on ascending the throne, moved the centre of administration to this side of the Chao Phraya; and, after erecting public monuments such as fortifications and monasteries, built a palace to serve not only as his residence but also his offices--the various ministries, only one of which remains in the palace walls. This palace came to be known as the Grand Palace, in which the earliest edifices contemporary with the foundation of Bangkok were the two groups of residences named the Dusit Maha Prasat and the Phra Maha Monthian.












It is not know for sure when the Emerald Buddha was carved however judging from the appearance and style one could conclude it was carved in Northern Thailand not much earlier than the fifteenth century. On the other hand, the Emerald Buddha, which is in an attitude of meditation, looks much like some of the Buddha images of Southern India and Sri Lanka. This attitude of meditation has never been popular in other Thai carvings of Buddha images so one might assign the origin to one of the aforementioned countries.

According to reliable chronicles, lightning struck a Chedi in Chiangrai province of Northern Thailand in 1434 A.D.and a Buddha statue made of stucco was found inside. The abbot of the temple noticed that the stucco on the nose had flaked off and the image inside was a green color. He then removed the stucco covering and found the Emerald Buddha which is in reality made of green jade.

At that time the town of Chiangrai was under the rule of the King of Chiangmai, King Samfangkaen, as people flocked to view and worship this beautiful Buddha image. The King then decided to move the image to Chiangmai. He sent out an elephant three times to bring the Emerald Buddha to Chiangmai but each time the elephant ran to the city of Lampang instead of returning to Chiangmai. The King thought that the spirits guarding the Emerald Buddha wanted to stay in Lampang so it was allowed to remain there until 1468. Then the new King, King Tiloka, had the Emerald Buddha brought to Chiangmai. According to Chronicles the image was installed in the eastern niche of a large stupa at Wat Chedi Luang.

The King of Chiangmai in the mid 16th century had no sons. His daughter was married to the King of Laos and born one son named prince Chaichettha. After the King died in 1551 the prince, at the age of fifteen, was invited to become the King of Chiangmai. However when his father died, the King of Laos, King Chaichettha wanted to return to his own country. In 1552 he returned to Luang Prabang, then the capital of Laos, and took the Emerald Buddha with him. He promised the ministers he would return to Chiangmai but he never did nor did he send back the Emerald Buddha. In 1564 King Chaichettha was chased out of Luang Prabang by the Burmese army of King Bayinnaung and took the Emerald Buddha with him to his new capital of Vientiane. The Emerald Buddha remained there for 214 years.

When King Rama I was still a general during the Thonburi period in 1778 he captured the town of Vientiane and brought the Emerald Buddha back to Thailand. With the establishment of Bangkok as the capital, beginning the Rattanakosin period and the Chakri Dynasty, the Emerald Buddha became the palladium of Thailand and has been here ever since. On the 22nd of March 1784 the image was moved from Thonburi to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha.

Two seasonal costumes were made for the Emerald Buddha by King Rama I, one for the summer season and one for the rainy season. King Rama III (1824-1851) had another costume made for the winter season.



After the tour I wandered around, there were loads of tuktuks and taxis around. One guy stopped me and offered his taxi. He asked me how much I had paid to get there. I told him 100 baht (it was 120). He offered to do it for 50. By this time I should have been wise buts oh no! Once on the road he told me he was taking me to an emerald gem store, I said no, after an altercation he stopped the cab, told me I was no good and I got out.
it was no problem hailing another taxi back to Silom. It is good advice to always take a metered cab.....

I spent the afternoon wandering around Silom looking for postcards. It must be an art because I think I would have stood more chance finding rocking horse shit.

After a quick beer (needed to put some fluid back in by body after all the sweating!)
I made my way to the hotel. My shirts had been delivered from the tailor and sherry nice they were too. I changed into one as I was feeling particularly grubby after all the walking and sweating.

I had decided to take a taxi to the station from the hotel, true, it would have been cheaper to go on the metro but i didn't want to get to the train all sweaty, especially in my new shirt :-) and it was less than a couple of quid.

I arrived at the station in plenty of time, it was packed, Thai's and backpackers.
I found a shop that sold postcards, yippee !

Although crowded inbound a seat and spent the next hour people watching, fascinating place. I don't know why but one again the station was in bad repair. Faded elegance, that said it is all part of the charm. It beats the clinical airports hands down.

Outside the station was a pretty sorry sight, loads of beggars and drug addicts littered the streets, some in quite a poor way.

At six o'clock the national anthem played and everyone in the station, including me stood up, it was quite a sight.

My train was to arrive in Chiang Mai at 9.45 the next day where hopefully, thanks to my travel agent Sarah, I would be met by a taxi to take me to my hotel.

I boarded my train at 7.00. The steward came around, welcomed everyone on board and showed then a card which advised you to keep man eye on your belongings and be wary of 'wily strangers'. We left on time at 7.35.

To his train was quite a big one and packed. My travelling companions were all European backpackers. Joey, a Dutch physic was sat opposite me. When the steward came around taking orders for dinner and breakfast I ordered and also ordered a couple of beers. They were the. Huge 630cl ones so I offered the second one to my fellow traveller. The steward left a bucket of beer next to my seat and the couple opposite, a guy from Belgium and a a girl from Poland thought they were all for me!

The group of us chatter for a few hours, had a few beers. Once again this confirmed my view that it is the best way to travel if you want to meet people.

Joey had arrived in Thailand four days before, it was pleasing to find out that I was not the only one to have been conned in Bangkok. The Belgium and Polish couple had been travelling since January and were going to complete their trip next January. They had done South America too so we compared notes on Peru.

At 12.00 I turned in. The steward converted the seats into bunks (wearing a face mask! )
The train was uncomfortably warm, not sure if the air con was working, it didn't feel like it. I awoke at 6.00am, went to the loo. Once again it was straight onto the track. And looked like it could have done with a bottle of bleach.

The sights from the window were even more spectacular than the trip into Thailand. More pretty, well kept stations. novice buddhist monks in saffron robes, mist over the mountains and paddy fields. What a pleasant sight to wake up to on Sunday morning!!
Today I will be returning to the Grand Palace to do the tour and take photos.
I need to check out of the hotel by midday and my train does not leave for Chiang Mai till 7.35 this evening.
Since my change of itinerary now includes a days trekking and an overnight stay in the jungle, I also need to purchase a torch.

After the tour I wandered around, there were loads of tuktuks and taxis around. One guy stopped me and offered his taxi. He asked me how much I had paid to get there. I told him 100 baht (it was 120). He offered to do it for 50. By this time I should have been wise buts oh no! Once on the road he told me he was taking me to an emerald gem store, I said no, after an altercation he stopped the cab, told me I was no good and I got out.
it was no problem hailing another taxi back to Silom. It is good advice to always take a metered cab.....

I spent the afternoon wandering around Silom looking for postcards. It must be an art because I think I would have stood more chance finding rocking horse shit.

After a quick beer (needed to put some fluid back in by body after all the sweating!)
I made my way to the hotel. My shirts had been delivered from the tailor and sherry nice they were too. I changed into one as I was feeling particularly grubby after all the walking and sweating.

I had decided to take a taxi to the station from the hotel, true, it would have been cheaper to go on the metro but i didn't want to get to the train all sweaty, especially in my new shirt :-) and it was less than a couple of quid.

I arrived at the station in plenty of time, it was packed, Thai's and backpackers.
I found a shop that sold postcards, yippee !

Although crowded inbound a seat and spent the next hour people watching, fascinating place. I don't know why but one again the station was in bad repair. Faded elegance, that said it is all part of the charm. It beats the clinical airports hands down.

Outside the station was a pretty sorry sight, loads of beggars and drug addicts littered the streets, some in quite a poor way.

At six o'clock the national anthem played and everyone in the station, including me stood up, it was quite a sight.

My train was to arrive in Chiang Mai at 9.45 the next day where hopefully, thanks to my travel agent Sarah, I would be met by a taxi to take me to my hotel.

I boarded my train at 7.00. The steward came around, welcomed everyone on board and showed then a card which advised you to keep man eye on your belongings and be wary of 'wily strangers'. We left on time at 7.35.

To his train was quite a big one and packed. My travelling companions were all European backpackers. Joey, a Dutch physic was sat opposite me. When the steward came around taking orders for dinner and breakfast I ordered and also ordered a couple of beers. They were the. Huge 630cl ones so I offered the second one to my fellow traveller. The steward left a bucket of beer next to my seat and the couple opposite, a guy from Belgium and a a girl from Poland thought they were all for me!

The group of us chatter for a few hours, had a few beers. Once again this confirmed my view that it is the best way to travel if you want to meet people.

Joey had arrived in Thailand four days before, it was pleasing to find out that I was not the only one to have been conned in Bangkok. The Belgium and Polish couple had been travelling since January and were going to complete their trip next January. They had done South America too so we compared notes on Peru.

At 12.00 I turned in. The steward converted the seats into bunks (wearing a face mask! )
The train was uncomfortably warm, not sure if the air con was working, it didn't feel like it. I awoke at 6.00am, went to the loo. Once again it was straight onto the track. And looked like it could have done with a bottle of bleach.

The sights from the window were even more spectacular than the trip into Thailand. More pretty, well kept stations. novice buddhist monks in saffron robes, mist over the mountains and paddy fields. What a pleasant sight to wake up to on Sunday morning!!

It is supposed to be a little cooler in northern Thailand. We shall see !

Next stop Chiang Mai...



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One night in Bangkok

I was in bed by 9.30 in my own little private nest, just watching the world go by on the train journey from Penang to Bangkok, the capital of Thailand.

After a lovely nights sleep I was awake at 7.00am. There's was a a mist over the paddy fields, unfortunately the sunrise was on the opposite site of the train but it was nothing short of spectacular.
As we travelled north once again we were passing awesome temples, little stations, much prettier than in Malaysia with ponds containing coy carp and water lilies. There was a stark contrast between this and then train journey so far. I was 'loving' it. It is amazing but after having my bed put back and greeting the 'karate kid' with a cheery ' good morning' I got into deep conversation with him. What an amazing character he was. 61 years of age, a house husband from Kyoto in Japan and a latter day backpacker. He kept me in deep conversation for the next four hours, only interrupted by a great breakfast of ham and eggs with coffee and fruit juice.
Choi, the ' Karate kids' real name was an brilliantly intelligent man, me discussed his philosophy on life, why he travelled, how he had taught his thirty year old daughter at home, how he was dealing and helping his wife deal with her cancer, it was absolutely fascinating. We swapped proverbs. My offering was ' nice house, nice car but no stories' his was ' travelling is not about moving from place to place is about experience and learning'
He knew how to travel cheaply and light.
I have to say that getting the train from Butterworth to Bangkok has been the highlight so far, so enlightening.......

They say rules are meant to be broken. Although this was a no smoking train passengers were constantly making their way to the vestibule and lighting up. I decided to do the same. A fag after 20 hours was very welcome.

I have met and talked to some very nice and interesting people. The food was good on the train and the sights were stunning..
Thailand is so different fro. Malaysia, maybe it is the lack of colonial intervention but it is not as 'dirty' as Malaysia. Poverty yes but but very tidy poverty...

The journey was well worth the £11 or so. No more first class for me.....

The train arrived at Bangkok station about 15 minutes early. I shook hands with my travelling companion and headed towards the ticket office to book the next leg of my train journey, Bangkok to Chiang Mai. The train would leave at 19.45 on Saturday and arrive in Chiang Mai at 9.45 the following morning.
I had one night in Bangkok and quite a lot to do...

Leaving the station, I headed for the Metro in search of my hotel. I was staying at the Serene Silom this evening, a boutique hotel in the red light area of the city. According to the Metro map this was just two stops on the MRT, very convenient.








Bangkok Station

Coming out of the Metro I headed up Silom Road and by luck rather than judgement found my accommodation and within 15 minutes from getting into Bangkok, I was in my hotel room. For the £30 per night it was excellent.

In the hotel I logged on to check my e-mail, ( the hotel charged 400baht per day), had a shower and then made my way out for a bit of sightseeing.
I took a taxi to the Grand Palace.

I wanted to visit the Royal Palace but knew it closed at 3.30 and it was 2.00. I hopped in a taxi, arriving at 2.30. There were a lot of people around but the last ticket was sold at 2.30 so I would have to come back in the morning. From the gates it did look pretty spectacular though!

I was chatting to one of the Thai employees at the entrance and he suggested that I take a TukTuk to the Golden Buddah and a few more sights as today was a special day for tourists. Only 20 baht. ' savvy' head on I was suspicious but I was fancying a ride in a TukTuk anyway so off I went.

The Golden Buddha (officially it seems to be named Golden Buddha Sukhothai Traimit) is housed in a small building in the rather nondescript, but old Wat Traimit. It is about 3 meters in height and weights an astonishing 5 tons (of gold).
Its history is not yet fully clarified. It may have been built during the late Sukhothai period or the Ayutthaya period. The - then still covered with plaster - Buddha image was moved to Bangkok (as many other Buddha Statues) during the third reign of the Rattanokosin era. It actually must mean (even though the Golden Buddha inside was unknown at the time) that this Buddha image had importance.

The image is housed in a modest building (a new mondop is scheduled to te build pending donations), impressive and of course quite shining. It displays characteristics of the Sukhothai era, and the Buddha has the posture and gesture of Subduing Mara (Calling the Earth to Witness) which is very common in Thailand. This posture shows the Buddha with the right hand bent over the right knee, touching the earth with His fingers.

As I walked into the temple grounds a lady was selling boxes of birds, four in a box. If you let the birds out in front of the big you would have good luck.
I bought a box and dutifully placed the box in front of the effigy and released gem. There was probably someone around the corner with a big not to catch them, put them in the box again and fleece another tourist for five quid.



























My four little birds moments before release.

My TukTux driver was getting something to eat so I sat down and started chatting to a Thai chap. They always start the conversation.

' Where are you from?'
' England'
' London '
' No Sheffield '
' Agh, Sheffield Wednesday !'

We chatted about my trip and were I was going.
This chap once again was telling me about what Thailand and particularly the Thai Tourist Board were doing to encourage more tourists. He told me to visit the Tourist Authourity of Thailand (TAT) offices and ask them for advice, he reckoned I could save 20 to 30 percent.






View from the back of my TukTuk.

Next stop in the TukTuk, the offices of the Tourist authority of Thailand. I explained where I was going and when I needed to be back, over the next two hours this very knowledgable travel expert had redesigned my itinerary adding a days trekking, a couple of flights to save time and see more. Without a doubt the price quoted had saved me a couple of hundred quid and took some of the hassle out of booking accommodation, trips, buses, trains and flights. It was a brilliant service, complete with snacks and beer. After four cans I was a little squiffy!

While I was there a steady stream of Europeans were coming through the door to book visas, visits accommodation and flights. If I come back to Thailand on this trip I would use TAT.

Throughout my time in the TAT offices Pho, my TukTuk driver was asleep in the back of his vehicle, I did go out and explained if he wanted to go I would pay him now as I could be some time. 'No, No, I like to sleep'







Pho asleep while I am in the travel agent.

At around 5.30 I was sorted, and made my way back to the TukTuk,
I had intended to go back to the hotel but Pho persuaded me to go to a tailors.
' Oh No ! , here we go again!!

I agreed, organised to have a shirt made, very cheaply, it would be delivered to my hotel in the morning.

Now back to the hotel, as we were driving, ( if that's what you call it - it was a bit mad!!) he passed me a card with some girls, clearly prostitutes on it,

' you like'
' yes very nice'

Of course, he took that to mean yes and 10 minutes we pulled up outside a brothel, I explained I was not interested, he laughed and we were on our way to the hotel.

I had had such an entertaining afternoon I gave him a big tip.

The evening consisted of a visit to PatPong, the famous seedy area of Bangkok. In the street are all sorts of fakes. In addition are hoards and hoards of bars with Thai girls dancing around poles. Basically you chose one you like and do a deal. Outside street hawkers are shoving ' sex menu's in front of your nose' . It was all very good natured and friendly.
' done in the best possible taste '

















PatPong sex bars and stalls selling fakes.

On a street adjacent to PatPong is another road with bars and restaurants. I chose a street side table, ordered satay, and chicken with broccoli in an oyster sauce and a drink. The food was delicious, as was the Mojito, I had another. Back at the by midnight feeling a little pissed !!

On my bet when I got back into my room was an Orchid and a message saying sleep well. How sweet!






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Location:Phiphat,Silom,Thailand

Friday 24 September 2010

Last day in Penang

I was thought I was joking about the Dog Burger but when it arrived I was not quite so sure. It had certainly never seen an Aberdeen Angus!
The salad, coleslaw and fries where just fine but the burger was the consistency of porridge that has been left to go cold and congealed. Made the Geoduck look appetising!

I slept well on my last night in Penang and in fact Malaysia for a while. My room is on the 14th floor of the hotel and I was treated to a spectacular firework display at around midnight, they must know I am leaving.



View from my hotel room

Breakfast once again was a 'fill your boots, you don't know when you will eat next" affair. Good it was too..

I need to check out of the hotel by midday, rather than paying a taxi to go across the Penang Bridge I was going on the famous Penang to Butterworth ferry, which is free, (despite losing around £ 3 million a year.
My hotel for Bangkok booked using the ever reliable Booking.com I decided to pop out for a couple of hours. I need some toiletries, postcards and nicorettes for the 20 hour journey.

Come 12.00 I was on my way to the jetty in a cab and across the Malacca straights on the ferry.
It was a roasting day again, rucksack on my back even the short walk from the taxi to the ferry had me sweating. That said, I am starting to get used to constantly feeling damp, especially in the nether regions due to extreme heat and humidity.
I suppose it's good practice for when I get older, am in a care home and my carer forgets to change my incontinence pants...


The ferry to Butterworth



The Penang to Butterworth Ferry



The Penang Bridge

Off the ferry at Butterworth on the Malaysian mainland it was a short walk to the railway station. The train to Bangkok leaves at 2.40.

When the train arrived, there were only two carriages and an engine. So I couldn't have been posh even if I'd wanted to.This time I was slumming it in second class on the Express train, slowly slipping into my backpacker role.








The train to Bangkok

Sitting across from me was a Japanese chap, travelling alone and doing the usual Japanese thing of taking photographs of everything. He was in the process of trying to take a photo of himself by placing his camera on a seat, setting the timer, running to the train, smiling into the camera, only to find he did not like the photo so off he went again, he must have done it half a dozen times. As he sat down he took out his stuff and a bottle filled with something the colour of urine. He kept taking a small swig of it.

As we pulled out of Butterworth the sky looked very heavy, we were in for a storm methinks. The aircon on the train was just right. Not too hot and not too cold.
It was like united nations on the train, Malay, Thai, Japanese, a charming Indian doctor who was a canadian national, a couple of Brummy chaps. They were all here.

Not far out of Butterworth the weather was atrocious, heavy rain lashed on the train as it meandered through the North Malaysian Peninsular. I'm not quite sure how the train got called the 'Ekspres Antarabangsa' as there was nothing 'Ekspres' about it. As we progressed on the journey it stopped at a few of the pretty station, decorated with flowering bourganillia, picking up passenger here and there, it also picked up a significant amount of luggage, mostly fruit, in no time we had more apples and pears than Pete Beal's fruit stall.
Travelling north the landscape changed from jungle to paddy fields to the west and mountains to the east. The on both sides there were huge island type hills springing up. We were treated to a spectacular shown of fork lightening in the faraway jungle mountains.

Approaching the border, one of the stewards came around with immigration cards. I was hoping it was going to be straightforward. As I had left Singapore I had been stamped as exiting but not as entering Malaysia. It turned out not to be an issue. As the train pulled into the border station we all disembarked, went through Malaysian immigration and customs, I had my passport stamped, the officer wrote in my passport that I had entered via the Singapore land border. Next we went through the Thai immigration which again was very painless, then back in the train.

Back on the train one of the Brummies minced down the carriage declaring in a voice as camp as an Easter bonnet.

' well that was surprisingly uneventful for Thai Immigration'

Been here before then? Hmmmm.....

The Japanese chap (who looked uncannily like a younger version of the old man in Karate Kid) was a bit of a faffer, for the first hour he was messing with a set of padlocks, then he spent the next hour playing with his money belt, then his case, then his passport, constantly taking a swig from the urine coloured liquid. I suspect it is alcohol of some kind rather than Urine.

Shortly after leaving the border station a smart Thai policeman came around checking tickets. Followed by a pretty Thai girl taking orders for both dinner and breakfast. Thank god for that, I thought I'd be spending the next 20 hours living on Water and Nicorettes.

I ordered dinner of soup, chicken stir fry and boiled rice followed by pineapple slices.
For breakfast I would have omelette and toast, fruit salad and coffee. The total for the lot was £6.00

As we stopped off at the next station, the first one in Thailand, a number of women got on selling food and drinks. I declined as I had ordered dinner. A young Thai chap further down the carriage offered me one of his, very kind. I must have been looking longingly at it.

Dinner was absolutely delicious, actually one of the best meals.
After dinner I set about putting the blog on the iPad, I walk around with a book and pen writing down things and then when I have time transpose it into the blog. While I was doing this the Thai chap came over and presented me with a polo shirt from the Thai food festival. That again was very kind (with my naive traveller head on) but 'what does he want' with my cynical savvy travellers head on.

Karate Kid has had his sleeper made up and is now playing with his phone, I'll wait till the steward passes and ask him to do the same with mine.
Oh no, KK has got his case and those fucking padlocks out again!!


Time for bed, the seats convert to sleeping compartments

This journey certainly beats going first class deluxe premier. There you get on a train, get in a box then get off a train, this is much more interactive....
More of the same for the rest of the trip.









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Thursday 23 September 2010

Sightseeing in Penang

I woke at 7.00am to a beautiful morning. A lot to do today.
In true backpacker style I filled my boots at breakfast. It was included in my room rate so why not. I would then not need lunch!

Before heading out I had a call to make at the laundry next door to the hotel. Walking in this weather is not conducive to staying fresh and I was nearly out of clean clothes. The total for a big bag was three quid, ready for five o'clock. This was much more reasonable than the hotel who were asking for £1 for pair of underpants. ( could someone enlighten me to the difference between panties and panty hose please?)

My plan for the morning was to do a look taking in the Weld Quay Clan Piers, Fort Cornwallis, City Hall and China town, then in the afternoon visit Kek Lok Si Buddhist Temple,about 5 miles out of town. Following that I would go to the Penang Hill Station.

Penang has to be the most pedestrian unfriendly place I have ever visited (so far). Folk seem to abandon their vehicles anywhere and everywhere. The footpaths (where they exist) are full of holes into the open sewerage system and local shop keepers just claimed the pavement outside their shop forcing you into the road.. My First stop was Weld Quay Clan Jetties.






Chew jetty

Originally from Fujian province in south China, the settlers of the Clan Jetties found it much cheaper to build their houses on stilts above the water instead of on land where they were forced to pay tax. Today it is less a tax avoidance technique and more of a tourism drawcard.





When coming up Weld Quay from the ferry terminal, you can see signs to each pier. The first is Lim Jetty, belonging to the Lim clan, a small settlement compared to the next one 50m down the road. Chew Jetty comprises around 80 houses built on two boardwalks that lead out to sea, where a small shrine dedicated to seafarers looks out across the channel.

Even the modest walk from the hotel had me sweating like a bacon pig. Just a little further done the road is the ferry terminal. This is where the Penang Ferry leaves for mainland Malaysia and Butterworth.





The ferry leaving for Butteworth on mainland Malaysia.

Next stop was the Victoria Memorial clock tower. The Victoria Memorial Clocktower at King Edward Place, Penang, was built by local Penang millionaire Cheah Chen Eok in 1897 to commemorate the sixtieth year of the Queen's reign. The tower was sixty feet tall, with each foot for each year of the Queen's reign. Unfortunately, she never visited Penang, nor did she ever live long enough to see her clocktower completed. By the time it was completed in 1902, the Queen had died.

The clocktower leans to one side That's the legacy of all the bombs dropped around it during the Second World War that destroyed the Government Building nearby.





Victoria memorial clock tower

Originally built of palm trunks in 1786, Fort Cornwallis was upgraded into the brick structure you see today in 1804. Once home to a barracks, gun powder magazine, chapel, harbour light, flagstaff, armoury, cell rooms, stores and many other administration buildings, in its day the Fort was a veritable one-stop-stop for all things colonial. Today, with just the chapel, gun powder magazine, lighthouse and a few low buildings remaining, it's difficult to imagine how they fitted it all in.





The gate to Fort Cornwallis

The Fort's sea-facing wall is lined with cannons, crowned by the prized Seri Rambai. This massive, 17th century cannon was initially a gift from the Dutch to the Sultan of Johor, who then lost it to the Acehnese, who gave it to the Sultan of Selangor, who lost it to, depending on who you're reading, pirates or the British (really little differentiated them back then). Upon reaching Penang, in a truly bizarre fit of madness, the British threw the cannon overboard. Subsequent salvage attempts were unsuccessful until the Viceroy of Selangor tied a rope to the cannon and ordered it to rise. This journey took nearly 300 years. Locals bestowed mythical powers upon the cannon and it is said that it can grant fertility.

Beside the Seri Rambai, you'll see the gunpowder magazine, within which there's a good display of cannon balls, gunpowder and kegs. Other points of interest include the chapel -- which now just houses a few paintings -- and the huge lighthouse, an imposing structure in an otherwise low-rise complex.



Also within the complex, but away from the water's edge, are several rooms, fragrant with the aroma of spices, that present a vast amount of information including the history of the fort, archaeological finds, conservation and preservation of the site along with detailed information surrounding Francis Light and the British East India Company.

It's interesting to note that with all the readiness for battle, the fort operated more like an administration centre and didn't once see the pointy end of a cannon.
While jokers may want to have their photograph taken with the statue of Sir Francis Light (the statue was modelled on his son as no pictures of the man himself were ever found) while wearing a traditional hat and toting a replica gun, the more serious might want to look for his missing sword. It is believed to have been melted down by the Japanese during their occupation in order to make a real one.


This famous Penang mansion was originally built by a Chinese merchant who arrived at the turn of the 19th century. In a classic rags-to-riches story, he ended up with this stunning courtyard mansion, which was used for the filming of Indochine in 1993. It has been restored to its original beauty and is home to a museum depicting the life and lifestyle of Cheong Fatt Tze.





Guided tours twice a day take visitors through this eclectic architectural masterpiece, boasting fine artwork, feng shui-inspired windows, antique furniture, intricately detailed carved pillars and doors, and much more. The museum by day turns into luxury accommodation at night and is also used for private weddings.
The Blue Mansion, as it is also known, is surrounded by high-rise hotels near Jalan Penang on Lebuh Leith. As I arrived the next tour was over two hours away so I moved onto my next stop.

The Church of the Assumption along Farquhar Street was built by the Eurasians who followed Captain Francis Light to Penang when he established it as a British trading post. I am documenting it as one of the heritage sites in George Town for AsiaExplorers and Penang Travel Tips. The Eurasians were originally living in Ligor and Phuket were facing religious persecution. In 1781, they fled to Kuala Kedah, led by Bishop Arnaud-Antoine Garnault of Siam. In Kuala Kedah, they were joined another 80 Catholics of Portuguese descent who had made Kuala Kedah their home. Some had come from southern Siam, while others had left Malacca after the Dutch conquest.




The grey-coloured Church of the Assumption along Farquhar Street, Penang.


Before founding Penang, Francis Light and his business partner James Scott had a trading business all along the coast of Kedah. This, I believe, was how Light came into contact with the Eurasians of Kuala Kedah. He spoke the local languages and was familiar with the Sultan of Kedah, so he could well commiserate with the plight of the Eurasians. Moreover, he had a common law wife by the name of Martina Rozells who was a Eurasian of Thai-Portuguese descent.

When Francis Light got the Sultan of Kedah's approval to open a trading post on Penang, Bishop Garnault sought his help to relocate his Catholic mission there. Light agreed to help, and sent his ship Speedwell to assist in the exodus. The first group of Catholics landed in Penang landed on the eve of the Feast of the Assumption, in 1786, and celebrated their deliverance from persecution by so naming their church as the Church of the Assumption. Its original location was on Church Street. Bishop Garnault's presbytery was located on the adjacent road, which became known as Bishop Street.

In 1857, the Church of the Assumption moved to its present site on Farquhar Street which was previously occupied by the Convent Orphanage. (In some records that I studied, it stated that the church moved to Farquhar Street in 1802. The present building was erected in 1860, under the leadership of Father Manissol. When it was completed in 1861, it could hold 1200 worshippers. The building underwent an extension in 1928, when two wings were added to it.

In 1955, the Church of the Assumption was elevated by a Decreee of the Vatican, to the status of the Cathedral of the Diocese of Penang. The sanctuary was renovated for the setting up of the seat for the first Bishop of Penang, the Right Reverend Monsignor Francis Chan. It was then known as the Cathedral of the Assumption. However, in 2003, as the size of the church congregation in the city had substantially decreased, the status of Cathedral was transferred to the Church of the Holy Spirit in Green Lane.

Today, the Catholic community linked to the Church of the Assumption has been reduced to just a few homes lucked away on Argus Lane, before the cathedral.
The stately grey exterior of the Cathedral of the Assumption

Like most important buildings of the British administration, the Penang Town Hall takes pride of place in front of an open field, in this case the Esplanade Padang in George Town.

The foundation stone of the Town Hall was laid in 1879 and the main building completed in 1883. It consisted of an assembly hall, a grand ballroom, and a library.
The Penang Library was born here, after the Prince of Wales Library was moved here and renamed. An annex was added in 1890 while the porch and top floor added in 1903. The left wing - when cement plaster was introduced - was added in 1930. Those extensions and renovations together constitute the Town Hall.




Town Hall

After all this sightseeing which took up most of the morning I was thirsty and soaking wet through, I stopped off on the way back to the hotel for a soft drink. Back at the hotel I changed out of my damp, nay wet clothes, and off out again. This time inland to the Buddhist Temple of Kek Lok Si.

The Buddhist temple of Kek Lok Si is situated in (H)Air Itam, a suburb of Georgetown. You can take a local bus from the Komtar centre. I took a taxi, because the taxi takes me you right up the the hill (the Kek Lok Si is halfway on a hill). I decided to walk down, but not to walk up the hill in this heat.
The temple was begun in 1890 and, from all appearances, construction really hasn't ever stopped. And it's still going on! The temple is supposedly the largest in Malaysia.
The Kek Lok Si project was inspired by the chief monk of the Goddess of Mercy Temple of Pitt Street. With the support of the consular representative of China in Penang, the project received the sanction of the Manchu Emperor Kuang Hsi, who bestowed a tablet and gift of 70,000 volumes of the Imperial Edition of the Buddhist Sutras.









Without doubt the largest and best known temple in Penang, the Temple of Supreme Bliss, better known as Kek Lok Si, staggered on the hillside overlooking the town of Ayer Itam.
Since the olden days, the hills of Ayer Itam are regarded as important geomantically. Known as He San, or Crane Hill, they are recommended as a retreat for Taoist practitioners striving for immortality.
Construction of the temple started in 1893, but it was only in 1930 that the Pagoda of Rama VI, named after the Thai king who laid the foundation stone, but better known as the Pagoda of 10,000 Buddha's, was completed.
This pagoda combines a Chinese octagonal base with a middle tier of Thai design, and a Burmese crown, reflecting the temple's embrace of both Mahayana and Theravada Buddhism.

The latest addition to the temple complex is the 30.2m bronze statue of the Avalokitesvara - Goddess of Mercy or Kuan Yin - on the hillside above the pagoda. This is a spectacular sight.
This statue was completed and open to the public at the end of 2002 although there is still construction work going on.




If you want to get a close-up look of the Kuan Yin statue, then go left as you get to the furthest hall, which is also the largest and look for the signs for the 'incline lift' to the goddess.
The incline lift is more of a tram -- an elevator-sized glass box mounted on rails which goes up to the terrace above the existing temple where the goddess stands.
Use of the lift costs RM 2 each way.



The Kek Lok Si project was mooted by the chief monk of the Goddess of Mercy Temple of Pitt Street. With the support of the consular representative of China in Penang, the project received the sanction of the Manchu Emperor Kuang Hsi, who bestowed a tablet and gift of 70,000 volumes of the Imperial Edition of the Buddhist Sutras.

Construction of the temple started in 1893, but it was only in 1930 that the Pagoda of Rama VI, named after the Thai king who laid the foundation stone, but better known as the Pagoda of 10,000 Buddhas, was completed. This pagoda combines a Chinese octagonal base with a middle tier of Thai design, and a Burmese crown, reflecting the temple's embrace of both Mahayana and Theravada Buddhism














Reputedly the largest Buddhist temple in Southeast Asia, situated close to the bustling Air Hitam market. The temple's enclave including a pagoda and a huge statue of the Goddess Kuan Yin is prominent. Besides the monastery, a seven-storey pagoda of 10,000 Buddha images displays the essence of an eclectic mix of Chinese, Thai and Burmese architecture. The main hall has colourful souvenir shops. A shrine filled with statues and a courtyard where a large pond full of carp and the tortoises are main attractions. Here a pathway that leads to a stairway will take you to the Pagoda.






By the time I had finished looking around the temple the heavens had opened up. It was close to five o'clock so I was forced to give the Penang hill station a miss and headed off down the hill to catch the bus back to Komtar and the hotel. I needed to collect my washing from the laundry.

The bus journey back took me through some of the tenement areas of Penang. Like the city they, in the main looked rather dilapidated and run down.
It is a shame, there some really interesting things to see in Penang but for me it is lacking something. A lick of paint?

Tonight in will be mostly eating in the hotel. I quite fancy burger and chips. Dog burger and chips!

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Location:Lorong Baru,George Town,Malaysia