Thursday, August 23, 2007

THE Wonder of the World...

Agra, India

August 22, 2007
N27°10.370
E078°02.480

The alarm went off at 5:30 AM. We had been looking forward to the sunrise at Taj Mahal for a few days and hoped the weather would cooperate and deliver a clear sunrise. We met our guide and driver at precisely 6:00 AM and headed directly to one of the newest Seven Wonders of the World.

Our guide asked us to keep our heads down as we walked through the entrance of the red sandstone gate and then moved us into position. We could hear the oohs and aahs of other tourists around us who were already admiring the white beauty.

We were told to open our eyes. We slowly lifted our heads and gazed toward the massive white marble structure nearly 300 meters away. The sun was poking through the cloud cover and provided a glistening sheen against the white. The symmetrical structure had two towering minarets on each side, slightly angled outward, in order to prevent them from collapsing on the main structure in the event of an earthquake.

On each side of the main building was a red sandstone building, also shimmering in the early morning sun, providing a balance to the radiant white marble. As with other incredible sites we’ve seen during our travels they are nearly impossible to describe in words. The only thing we could say when asked what we thought was… “Wow!”

Walking closer to the architectural marvel, we snapped pictures and listened to our guide tell us about the history of the Taj Mahal. The structure, which was built over 350 years ago, is constructed of white Indian marble and inlayed precious and semi-precious stones. The stones were carved into intricate designs such as lotus flowers, with each petal individually carved and various colors of stones. Several versus of the Koran were engraved in the arches of the massive structure. The level of detail, especially when it was built, is truly amazing and is one of the reasons it deserves to be included as one of the Seven Wonders!

We strolled around the grounds for a few hours admiring the intricate details of the building as the sun continued to rise, slowly providing more light, giving us different perspectives of the building. Our guide was great. Not only did he provide historical details, but he knew where to take all of the best pictures. We posed for so many pictures it felt like we were at Prom; A Night at the Taj.

When we thought we had seen enough, we took one last look at the white glow from the other end of the plaza, and confirmed we had indeed seen something special. Witnessing the site early in the morning afforded us more photo opportunities without throngs of people in our pictures. At times we almost had the place to ourselves, relatively speaking.

The other sites in Agra, such as the massive Agra Fort and its beautiful red sandstone, were very impressive. However, they just don’t compare to the great Taj.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Delhi Run Around...

Agra, India

August 21, 2007

N27°10.370
E078°02.480

Our plan was to get to Agra in order to enjoy the Taj Mahal at sunrise on Wednesday morning. Since we arrived in Delhi at 10:30 AM on Tuesday we figured this wouldn’t be a problem. We did our research in advance and knew of two ways to make the trip from Delhi to Agra—train or local bus.

Managing our way through the throngs of people in the airport we found our way to the tourist desk, the one recommended by Lonely Planet. The woman at the desk advised us a local train left the New Delhi station at 11:30 AM, 12:30 PM and 1:30 PM… perfect! After a few minutes of pidgin English regarding our destination with the cab driver we headed off to the New Delhi station, a little skeptical that things were going a little too smoothly.

The parking lot of the New Delhi train station was packed with cars, taxis, tuk-tuks and hundreds, if not thousands, of people. We saw the entrance to the train station and streamlined to it; ignoring the pleas from the homeless and hawkers. Perfect, we’ll make the train, no problem. At least that’s what we thought…

When we got to the entrance a man in a clean, white shirt (looking very official) asked us for our ticket. We politely explained we needed to buy one. He led us to an entrance that said “Do Not Enter” and said “that is where the tourist ticket office used to be, but now the tourist bureau has moved to Block N, about 1 KM up the road.” The man explained he would be happy to help us, a tuk-tuk within the walls of the train station is cheaper than one outside, he told us. Marc started to get in the tuk-tuk, but then kind of snapped, feeling he was getting the run around from these guys and his two or three buddies that had now gathered.

I was a few steps back and wasn’t really sure what was transpiring. All I heard was, “this is total bullshit” and Marc turned to me and told me to follow him. We quickly made our way back to the entrance of the train station. This time there was another man in a white shirt “guarding” the entrance; he explained since we were not Seikh we couldn’t enter to buy tickets from the local’s counter and the tourist ticket office was closed. Again, we were told we would need to visit a tourist office down the street. This was a slight variation to the first story, but we were getting the idea that we weren’t going to be allowed to enter the station. The man led us to back to the same group of tuk-tuks. Marc was furious at this point, realizing this was most likely a scam and reluctantly told the driver to take us to Block N. It was now close to 11:45 AM and our chances of catching an afternoon train were slipping away. We were never allowed into the New Delhi train station to investigate ourselves.

The tuk-tuk driver dropped us off at Block N, whatever that is, and we walked into the office with a hand painted sign out front that read “India Tourist Bureau.” As soon as we walked in a young man jumped up and was ready to help us. Marc looked at the kid and said in his most rude American accent, “I don’t have a lot of time so let’s make this quick.”

We sat down in the air conditioned make-shift office with walls about six feet high, a computer on the desk, and two chairs waiting for us. We explained to the kid that we needed two train tickets for Agra today. The kid told us the next train was at 1:30 PM; however it left from the Old Delhi train station (45 minutes away), not the New Delhi train station where we were. This is when Marc started to lose it; having flashbacks from his days at Visage Mobile. All we wanted was the next train to Agra… why are we getting a different story from everyone we talk to? We knew why, but it didn’t make us any less frustrated.

The kid appeared to check a few schedules on his computer before making a phone call with our request. He asked the “person” on the other end of the phone to call him back with information on two tickets, supposedly on any train, any class. We made idle chit-chat for a few minutes before the guy picked up his phone again (which didn’t ring). He explained there weren’t any seats available on any trains for the day. He went on to tell us that he doubted there were any seats available on the train for the following day. Oh crap... this was supposed to be easy and now we began to see where this was going.

Marc, his voice still elevated, asked about a bus. The kid told us the buses aren’t safe and he wouldn’t even take one himself. We were in a bind… we pre-paid for two nights at a hotel in Agra and we planned on seeing the Taj at sunrise—one of the best ways to see it (sunset and full moons are also nice). We asked for our other options since this was the “India Tourist Bureau.”

This is when Marc really started to lose it. The guy told us the only way to get to Agra today was by private car. Marc looked through the kid and asked how much it would cost. When the kid reached for his calculator Marc scolded him and said, “You know exactly how much it will cost, put away your calculator, I don’t need your act!” The kid was shocked and tried to explain there were taxes and he had to add up the cost. Marc replied, “Then you’re not very good at your job.”

The price (derived without the calculator) pissed Marc off even more. He tried to get up and say he was going back to the train station, but he knew he would probably only go through the routine for a third time. We quietly discussed the pros and cons of staying in Delhi for the night and trying to take a train in the morning. We will be out the money for the room, we will have to pay a lot more for a room in Delhi, we will miss sunrise, etc.

Reluctantly, feeling totally screwed because we’re tourists, we agreed to a private car. Our driver would take us to and from Agra (200 KM away), drive us around in Agra, provide a guide for the Taj Mahal and Agra Fort and take us to any other sites we requested. Fifteen minutes later we were in “our” car and on the way to Agra, feeling totally defeated.

We’re fine paying a little more for entrance fees into sites as a foreigner, we expect it, maybe even paying a little more for a train ride, but we do not like getting five different answers from five different people and succumbing to paying more because we aren’t given any other options. We actually showed the kid a section in Lonely Planet that warns travelers to be wary of train station scams. One example outlined our exact situation. The kid read the section, looked at us and almost apologetically explained that we need to understand things work differently here (India). Yes, we obviously understand.

We were still furious when we got in the car. However, after two hours into the five hour drive, we enjoyed the scenery along the road including camels pulling carts of sugar cane, cows wandering aimlessly among the traffic, dogs sleeping in the middle of the highway, and bicyclists recklessly darting in and out of moving cars, tuk-tuks and buses.

When we got closer to Agra our driver pulled off to show us Akbar’s Mausoleum. The sun was just setting; the rays striking the sandstone ancient structure, perfectly illuminating the various shades of red. We both took a lot of pictures and enjoyed the park like setting within the mausoleum walls. Monkeys, deer, peacocks and chipmunks roamed around the lush green lawn that extended out into a row of trees. As we strolled through the grounds we realized if we were on a bus or train right now we wouldn’t be here at sunset…

The incident in Delhi became a distant memory and we were again reminded that the Universe is perfect and there’s a reason for everything that happens.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Bombay Behind the Scenes...

Mumbai (Bombay), India

August 20, 2007
N 18°57.250
E 072°48.667

Even though our friend Abbas was very busy with last minute party preparations, he still found time to drive us around and show us his city. He guided us around the Queen’s Necklace, the waterfront drive along the Arabian Sea. We strolled by the Gateway of India, enjoyed a glass of refreshing sugar cane juice at a famous location and browsed the many shops along the Colaba Causeway. However, on Monday, when Abbas had to return to work, we found ourselves on our own and plenty of Bombay left to see.

We planned to take a walking tour through the Colaba area and catch a few of the remaining sites; however, when we were approached by a man claiming to be a city guide offering a tour we thought we would take advantage of it. We jumped in a cab near the Gateway of India with a promise from our guide—to get us back by 2:00 PM for lunch with Zainab.

Our guide started the tour by taking us to see the Jain Temple which provided some excellent photo opportunities for Marc with its silver doors and intricate paintings. From there we headed to the Hanging Gardens where the majority of the city’s water is collected during the monsoon season. Next, we stopped at the Dhobi Ghat public laundry basins where over 200 people work to wash, dry, iron and fold laundry every day for smaller hotels, laundry shops and restaurants. The colorful hotel and restaurant uniforms blew in the wind as they hung to dry in the hot Bombay sun.

We then took a ride through the back alleys of Bombay; our guide explained that it’s an unfortunate but very real part of the city. It’s rumored over 3 million men, women and children, most unaccounted for by the government, live in shanties with tin roofs and tarpaulin canopies for protection from the sun and rain. Young girls with babies in their arms came up to our window, touching their fingers to their mouths, with a forlorn look on their faces. As always during our travels, we wanted to help, but know simply giving money will likely only sustain a lifetime of begging.

Before heading back to the ritzy Colaba area, we ventured through one of Bombay’s Red Light Districts. Several working ladies stood in doorways that led to make-shift rooms with probably little more than a bed based on their size. Our guide told us there are over 100,000 prostitutes in Mumbai. The shocking stat he shared with us is that 35-40% of the women are HIV positive.

We asked what India is doing about the HIV rate, but didn’t get a straight answer. However, he did confirm Bill Gates recently spent time in Mumbai and donated at least $100M to help with AIDS prevention. We hope more measures are put in place to reduce the rate of HIV and, more importantly, help protect the young ladies forced into the sex trade.

We thought about this sobering fact as we headed to Victoria Train Station to admire the beautiful architecture—it’s nearly a mirror image of the Victoria Station in London and helped move our thoughts away from the poor women and children in the streets.

After a three hour tour our guide returned us at exactly 2:00 to the Merchant’s for lunch— a tasty prawn curry, rice and salad. Making us realize how blessed we are for not only having food and shelter, but to have wonder friends to share a meal with.

We managed fine on our own for the day, but it is really great to have friends to show you around their city!

Monday, August 20, 2007

You Say it's Your Birthday...

Mumbai (Bombay), India

August 19, 2007


We landed in Mumbai around 10:00 PM local time on Friday night and immediately began seeing the sites of Bombay. Our friend, Abbas Merchant, whom we haven’t seen in six years, was patiently waiting for us at the airport and ready to show us a good time. After dropping off our backpacks at his home and meeting his wife Zainab we headed out to grab a bite to eat. We also talked about the big event scheduled for the following day, their daughter Sana’s 1st birthday party.

The planning for the party started two months ago; renting a hall, picking a theme and creating a guest list. A final invite list was whittled down to 150 guests, all receiving invitations customized with “The Little Mermaid” theme. Party gifts, chalkboards with “The Little Mermaid” and Nemo for younger kids and CD cases for older kids, were personalized for every child attending.

The cake was ordered, “The Little Mermaid” theme, of course, and color coordinated with the decorations in the hall for the evening. Styrofoam cut-outs of Nemo, Little Mermaid as well as hundreds of white, blue and green balloons added to the theme of the event. The stage was decorated with a blue background and cutouts of dolphins, seahorses, turtles, jellyfish and sea plants. A big sign read Happy Birthday Sana. There were plenty of events for the kids including caricature drawings, tattoos, games and a magic show. Everything was perfectly coordinated by the party planner with Zainab’s occasional assistance.

We arrived at the private Cricket Club at 8:00 PM, with the guest of honor herself, and made our grand entrance into the CK Nayudu Banquet Hall. The entire family, dressed in beautifully color coordinated outfits, greeted their guests as they arrived. By 8:30 PM the hall was teeming with grandparents, parents, friends, kids and nannies, all mingling and talking in groups, while sipping fresh watermelon or pineapple juice and munching on chicken sate or corn curd. Everyone treated us like family; welcoming us to India, introducing themselves and chatting with us throughout the evening.

The children were all very well behaved, especially as the night wore on; playing games, watching the magic show (which Marc participated in) and running about playing tag. After the scheduled entertainment concluded it was time to cut the cake! Sana cut the cake in a ceremony where everyone from the family took a bite from the eldest member of the family to the youngest, similar to a cake cutting in a wedding where the bride and groom feed each other.

After dinner it was close to 11:00 PM and most people called it a night. The party was an absolute success with fun had by everyone at all ages.

Marc and I were shocked by the size of the party, larger than many weddings at home, and definitely larger than our wedding. We were very happy to be a part of Sana’s birthday celebration and experience a special celebration in a different culture.

And the party just kept going…. On Sunday the entire family arrived at the Merchant household. This was Sana’s birthday according to their religious calendar; however, celebration begins at sundown the night prior.

Sana was dressed in a traditional birthday outfit for the religious ceremony with her family. All of the women were clad in traditional Indian dress of vibrant colors and meticulously placed sequins. They placed their scarves on their heads, placed a pinch of sugar to Sana, Zainab lips and one for themselves before they rotated foil wrapped coconuts clockwise in front of Sana; as everyone jubilantly sang and clapped “Happy Birthday” to Sana.

I took my turn with the coconuts before we all made our way to a traditional Indian meal at a local restaurant. The birthday celebration continued throughout brunch as everyone talked about how it seemed like just yesterday when Sana was born. The entire family was beaming with pride at the youngest member of their family.

The “official” birthday celebration ended shortly after lunch when everyone, pretty much in a food coma, was ready for a big long nap… except for the birthday girl, of course! Sana was still wired from all the stimulation over the past 24 hours from celebrating her first of many birthdays to come.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

South East Asia Wrap-Up...

Vietnam:
Vietnam
takes a little getting used to, especially during the sweltering hot summer. After landing at Hanoi International Airport we took the 45 minute drive into the Old Quarter of Hanoi, already dripping in sweat. A sea of scooters zigzagged around our van, some coming straight at us driving on the wrong side of the road; it was like a mad swarm of bees. After arriving in the Old Quarter, the scooters don’t let up, but the beauty and nuances of the city begin to sink in.

We traveled from North to South during our three weeks in Vietnam, starting in Hanoi and finishing in Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City). This itinerary gave us different perspectives of the government affiliations, the people, the climate and the food. It appears the North still believes in the changing communist government and the messages they broadcast over loud speakers throughout the city, but as we moved south we met people, who whispered and looked over their shoulders, as they discussed their dislike for the government and the need for more rapid change. There is a lot of hope in the country as policies gradually shift and relations with the USA and the EU improve.

Almost frantic construction could be seen in nearly every town; hotels, business complexes and housing. However, the building of much needed infrastructure appeared to be lagging far behind. Those who suffered most, stripped of their nationality and heritage, were always close in the background; they scrapped by, trying to make a living for their family; that is if they were lucky enough to have a family. Many of those who ended up in “re-education” camps after the war are too poor to support a family. The government won’t allow them to work, give them a place to live, and many scrape by on the streets of the large cities. A lot of these people were once teachers, doctors, or other professionals, but they made a mistake in the eyes of the government—they fought for freedom.

Overall, our experience in Vietnam was a positive one, with some definite highlights in terms of sites, shopping and food. The fact that we traveled as a family—Bob, Teddy, Elise, Marc and I—made it an experience that none of us will ever forget. As a family, we also gained the respect of the Vietnamese locals, who smiled brightly when they realized we were indeed a family.

We highly recommend starting in Hanoi and finishing in Saigon. The route still goes from crazy to crazier, but at least Hanoi gets you ready for what is to come in the insane streets of Saigon.

Cambodia:
After finally escaping the chaos of Saigon, we were happy to land in Siem Reap, Cambodia. The vibe in the tourist town was a lot different than in Saigon or other parts of Vietnam. There will still people pushing product, such as postcards, tuk-tuk rides, or tours, but they were more laid back, without the in-your-face approach.

Tourists come to Siem Reap for one reason—to see the great Ankor Wat. We explored several temples during our time in Siem Reap including Tomb Raider, but nothing really compares to the vast structure that is Ankor Wat. The architecture and detail is incredible and then to think the imposing structure was built over 800 years ago. It is truly an amazing feat and well worth the time in Siem Reap.

Cambodia as a whole still suffers from the monstrosities dealt by its government, led by Pohl Pot in the late 70s and early 80s. Millions of educated and outspoken people were killed during the communist regime; ultimately leaving the country full of farmers and laborers. The lasting effects can still be seen. Their desire for education is seriously curbed by the lack of teachers at both the elementary and university levels. Additionally, without doctors, infant mortality rates are between 6-8% and prevention and treatment for common diseases is nearly non-existent. Further, lacking scientists and engineers, the country suffers from inadequate infrastructure and scientific advances. There’s no one to build much needed bridges, roads and power plants or direct them with agriculture advances, food preservation and distribution techniques.

We were personally touched by the people in Cambodia clearly trying to rise and get their country back on track. They all seemed to have hope. However, the poverty was like nothing we’ve ever seen—even in India. We would have loved to have adopted at least one of the poor children if we could, but that really only solves a small part of the overall problem.

The country has a long way to go, but we can do our part by visiting, and making donations to legitimate organizations such as Red Cross, Land Mine eradication efforts, etc. I know we’ll go back—soon.

Laos:
As soon as we landed in Luang Prabang we knew we were in for something special. The people outside of the airport didn’t seem one bit interested in us, or where we were staying that night; we even had to ask for a taxi ride into town. In Vietnam, and even Cambodia, we had hoards of people waiting for us outside of the terminal to give us cheap accommodations, taxi rides, or great deals on an all inclusive tours.


We were shocked at how reserved the people in
Laos were, but we absolutely loved it. Of course there were a few peddlers along the main street selling jewelry and other handicrafts, but you only had to tell them No, Thank You once and they would simply move on and leave us alone. When we were looking for a ride to the local waterfall we actually had to find our own tuk-tuk driver to drive us the 60KM to the crystal blue pools in the neighboring mountainside.

As we traveled outside of Luang Prabang to the more remote sections of Laos, we felt like we were by ourselves in nature. There were very few tourists, no cars, and no motor scooters. Many times the only mode of transportation was by boat, bicycle or walking. We also had a very special experience helping out Roger Vanderbeek, whom we met in South America; delivering money for school to his adopted family.

Overall, Laos was an incredible experience and will not soon be forgotten. We hope the country can retain its relaxed, rustic and innocent quality for years to come.

Thailand:
As soon as we crossed the river from Huay Xin, Laos to Thailand, we knew we were back into a commercialized society. There was only one bank (no ATM), on the Laos side, but on the Thailand side of the river there were ATMs at nearly every corner, it had 7-11s, Toyota dealerships, and Internet cafés throughout the town. It’s crazy how two countries within such so close proximity can be so different.

After relaxing for a few days in northern Thailand (Chiang Rei and Chiang Mai) we headed south to the beautiful beaches of Koh Phi Phi Don. The tropical setting was a perfect way to unwind after several months of constant travel. August is the rainy season in the South, but we lucked out and had perfect weather. The beaches of Thailand are gorgeous and the locals need tourism dollars as they are still recovering from the Tsunami of 2005.

After several nights on the island we spent a few days in Bangkok before leaving South East Asia. We’re still amazed how much the city has changed. Our last visit was in 2001 and we found the city to be dirty, difficult to get around, and, worst of all, the child prostitution was rampant. Now, there is an excellent public transportation system, the shanties that riddled the city are gone, and the government has done a lot to curb the child prostitution. There are signs everywhere discouraging sex tourists, and that sex with under aged children is still a crime and will not be tolerated. This doesn’t mean the sex industry has gone away completely. However, the sleazy guys in alleys offering young girls to you as walk past seem to be gone or at least hidden very well.

Top Sites in South East Asia:
Ankor Wat, Cambodia
—Words cannot do justice to this awesome architectural feat. I am truly baffled as to why this wasn’t named one of the Seven Wonders of the World…it truly is amazing. Absolute MUST SEE!

Halong Bay, Vietnam—this is another must see on any itinerary to Vietnam. Located two hours north of Hanoi, the sea of over 2000 islands is spectacular. It’s a surreal experience as you sail between the dotted islands on a junk boat. Stay at least one night on the boat. As you wake up to the islands surrounding you in the morning, you won’t regret it.

Shopping and Food in Hoi An, Vietnam—This was one of my favorite stops in Vietnam. Not only can you get suits, dresses, and shoes custom made for you within 24 hours, but you can try some of the best food in Vietnam. The local specialties Cao Lau (special noodles with spicy pork) and White Rose (shrimp dumplings) can be found on almost every menu. However, the best meal was at Café de Amis where the menu rotates every night.

Koh Phi Phi Don, Thailand—this is a perfect place to relax and get away from everything. The remote island is accessible by ferry via Krabi and has some great beaches to work on the tan. The crowd can sometimes be a little young, and the bars tend to cater to the party scene. Try to stay at Bayside, which is at the end of the beach, and easy to escape whatever party—full moon, half moon, or backpackers—at Hippies. Make sure to catch at least one of the fire shows at the beach bars. Also, make sure to eat at Tuk’s BBQ along the waterfront. It’s definitely not fancy, just a few tables set-up along the ocean wall, but the BBQ chicken and corn is the best in town!

Northern Countryside of Laos—as we trekked through the rice paddies of northern Laos we were shocked at our calm and isolated surroundings. The only people we saw were locals as we walked through the village to find Roger’s adopted family. The experience of delivering the package made Laos special, but we were able to understand how Roger fell in love with this place.

Top Meals in South East Asia (in chronological order of visit):

Restaurant on Corner of Hang Buom and Hang GlayHanoi, Vietnam. We found this little place where the locals were eating—we had to try it. The restaurant is set out on the sidewalk where patrons sit on preschool sized plastic tables that disappear during the day. The kitchen was right on the street within sight where all of the meat was grilled. The place was so great we went back a second night.

Banh MiHanoi, Vietnam. We had to walk in circles to find the sandwich maker on the streets of Hanoi, but when we finally found her we were ecstatic. The tasty grilled beef sandwiches, served on a fresh baguette, were glazed with a spicy sauce and topped with cucumbers and cilantro. Yum!

Mandarin CafeHue, Vietnam. This restaurant recently moved to a larger location down the street. The building is slightly unfinished as the owner, Mr. Cu, plans to display his beautiful photography on the walls. There are books of photos that Mr. Cu has displayed in France and Italy. We even saw a few of his photos in Dalat.

Mermaid—Hoi An, Vietnam. We had a spicy beef pot that had the flavors I expected in Vietnam—they were incredible. It was almost like a curry and the sauce was excellent poured over a little rice.

Café de Amis—Hoi An, Vietnam. This restaurant had a fixed menu each night. We were able to order seafood, vegetarian or meat. Since there were five of us we were able to try all three!

Hong Phuc RestaurantHoi An, Vietnam. This place is known for its fish wrapped in banana leaves, which was incredible, but I really liked the spicy stir fried chicken. The blend of chilies, garlic, ginger and lemongrass was a nice blend on top of rice.

Hai’s—Hoi An, Vietnam. I was very comfortable at Hai’s from the moment we walked into the place. This was confirmed when I read the note on the menu, “No MSG and all vegetables are cleaned in purified water.” We didn’t have problems at any other places, but the note was refreshing. The chicken with rice was the best we had in Hoi An.

Lobster Street Side—Nha Trang, Vietnam. We had fabulous lobster grilled on the street with a tasty lime sauce. At 180,000 dong per Kilo the lobster was a real bargain. We sat on the street on the preschool table and chairs slurping every last bite of lobster out of the shell.

Pho 2000Saigon, Vietnam. We only had what I consider to be excellent Pho in two places in Vietnam and this was one of them (the other was in a remote hillside village of Dalat). The simple, yet complex tasting, broth was exactly what I had been craving since arriving in Vietnam. It’s a large operation, but they’ve got the recipe perfect!

Chiang Rai Night MarketChiang Rai, Thailand. This was the first place we had authentic, spicy Thai food. The food in restaurants was tamed down and catered more towards tourists than locals.

Cooking ClassChiang Mai, Thailand. We learned how to cook up our own Tom Yum soup, green curry and spring rolls. Since we were cooking, we could spice it up to our liking—Yum!

Cabbages and CondomsBankgok, Thailand. We first visited this restaurant in 2001 and really enjoyed it. The tourists have definitely changed the food in this place, but if you ask for spicy they will fire it up for you, but you must insist. The garden setting is very nice with fans and misters running all the time.

Tuk’s BBQKoh Phi Phi Don, Thailand. This guy on the waterfront grills up some mean chicken and corn. We frequented this place at least three nights during our eight on the island. The price was right, the food was fresh and we enjoyed it every time.

Don’t Miss these Towns:
Hoi An,
Vietnam
Dalat, Vietnam
Siem Reap, Cambodia
Luang Prabang, Laos
Koh Phi Phi Don Island, Thailand

Not Worth the Stop:
Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City), Vietnam
—It is hard to say this historical city isn’t worth the stop, so check it out, but get out as soon as possible. The traffic, scooters and dense population make the place a madhouse. If you’re looking for the Saigon of old, where people meandered through the streets as women and men rode their bikes along side them, it doesn’t exist anymore. Saigon is now a major commercial city in a communist country frenetically fighting its way towards capitalism. If you stay too long it will either consume you or make you crazy… or both.

Udomxai, Laos—This is a passing point from Nong Kaiw to the Thailand border. The town sits in a small valley that is filled with smog. It’s best to keep moving through here without even one night in the smog filled town.

Best, and only, Brewery:
Le Louisiane
. Nha Trang, Vietnam. This small little brewery is located right on the beach in Nah Trang. The microbrewery was a nice change from the typical lagers served throughout South East Asia.

Best Lodging:

Note: These are places we personally stayed. All prices are estimates at the time of our visit and are displayed in USD.

Also of note: Our accommodations varied throughout South East Asia. In Vietnam, we had a few beautiful rooms, especially in Hoi An, for no more than $25/night. In Laos, we averaged $4.82 during our twelve nights in the country. It would have been very difficult to spend more on a room in Laos if we tried. However, the rooms were sparse, some with an outhouse for a toilet and a tub of water for a bathing. It was all part of the experience.

Thanh Xuan. Hoi An, Vietnam. This beautiful hotel had a nice pool with a restaurant poolside. The stunning lobby with a miniature waterfall and Coy Pond would have been $300 in Hawaii, but the price was far less here. There was free internet in the lobby and Wi-Fi in the rooms. Double room: ~$18Bayside Resort. Koh Phi Phi Don, Thailand. Each bungalow has a view of the water from a private balcony. It is a perfect spot to enjoy a beer in the evening. The buffet breakfast is superb. Private Bungalow: ~$50

Millennium Hilton Bangkok. Bangkok, Thailand—This brand new hotel along the riverfront in Bangkok is well worth the money. Make sure to check out the rooftop bar with views of the entire city. Double room: ~$100+

Dreams Hotel. Dalat, Vietnam. We felt right at home at the Dreams hotel. The proprietor understands quality and expects her entire staff to adhere to her high quality standards. They do not push travel services, will tell you when something is too expensive, and are very professional. The staff gives straight advice to help the traveler save some money. Double room: ~$20

Wat’s Up? Guesthouse Siem Reap, Cambodia. This fairly new place was clean and only a short walk from the main part of town; right around the corner from the Golden Banana Guesthouse. The breakfast is descent and is served on top of the rooftop veranda. Double room: ~$20