Pagoda rooftops and skyscrapers, Bangkok
September 21, 2008
The King's monument, Bangkok
September 21, 2008
Reclining Buddha, a famous landmark
September 21, 2008
Suspension Bridge, Bangkok
September 21, 2008
Golden garudas (half-men, half-eagle), a detail from the Royal Temple
September 21, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Angkor Wat in photos
Ho Chi Minh City snaps
Two nights in Bangkok
From the ancient Angkor Wat complex to the streets of Thailand's most crowded city, a simple trip that still takes all the energy a traveler can muster. I'm home now in Texas, and still processing the sights and sounds of Southeast Asia. We passed through Angkor Wat at almost criminal speeds, shooting pictures at a half jog while being briefed on the Buddhist history of the great Cambodian kings who built the complex. Overgrown and eroded, the wonders of the zone remain indelible, the giant, beatific faces standing guardian over this amazing site. Banyan trees retaking in places fortress walls, while elsewhere the tales of Chinese traders and Hindu epics carved into the walls.
Then blasting off for Bangkok, Thailand, trapped in traffic and tapped by touts. The city an amazing maze where the streets lead to glorious gold pagodas and the smell of street stall foods drive hunger to new heights. Tasty food, yes, and an amazing amalgam of faces in Thailand. Tourists from the East and West meeting at various junctures, along crowded markets where dildo amulets are sold alongside bear-claw charms and tiny carved statues of the Buddha himself. No doubt Bangkok is lurching into the 21st Century, but no doubt the ancient ways persist. A contrast to the backwards impressions left by Cambodia -- a now peaceful, resilient nation -- and Bangkok its own place, a destination and capital and no way just now to know how different from the rest of Thailand it might be. But the food, man, my god, the food....
I will post some pictures now. And I hope that I will have a chance to retouch these issues. But my own past history suggests this blog may be done for... still check back when you can!
Who knows what poetry may yet flow?
Then blasting off for Bangkok, Thailand, trapped in traffic and tapped by touts. The city an amazing maze where the streets lead to glorious gold pagodas and the smell of street stall foods drive hunger to new heights. Tasty food, yes, and an amazing amalgam of faces in Thailand. Tourists from the East and West meeting at various junctures, along crowded markets where dildo amulets are sold alongside bear-claw charms and tiny carved statues of the Buddha himself. No doubt Bangkok is lurching into the 21st Century, but no doubt the ancient ways persist. A contrast to the backwards impressions left by Cambodia -- a now peaceful, resilient nation -- and Bangkok its own place, a destination and capital and no way just now to know how different from the rest of Thailand it might be. But the food, man, my god, the food....
I will post some pictures now. And I hope that I will have a chance to retouch these issues. But my own past history suggests this blog may be done for... still check back when you can!
Who knows what poetry may yet flow?
Friday, September 19, 2008
Holiday in Cambodia
Strange doings on this trip. A whirlwind across Cambodia. To tell the truth, too much to say about what I've seen thus far. The Killing Fields beyond Phnom Penh. Eating fried Tarantula at a guides house. Watching the rice paddies stream past outside the window. Dirty children with some of the sweetest smiles I have ever seen. The legacy of Buddhism somehow outshining the legacy of genocide. The ruins of Angkor Wat, the great ancient temple complex, tumbling into the jungle.
Yes, I'm cheating. But no one is reading, that I know of. I plan to post some photos and more observations. But most likely nothing before we head to Bangkok tomorrow for a couple last days on this side of the planet. And, then, back home to sort my notes and try to write for real.....
Yes, I'm cheating. But no one is reading, that I know of. I plan to post some photos and more observations. But most likely nothing before we head to Bangkok tomorrow for a couple last days on this side of the planet. And, then, back home to sort my notes and try to write for real.....
Monday, September 15, 2008
Safely in Saigon
Well, I wanted to write something snappy about what's in a name, as Saigon is Ho Chi Minh City these days. I'm in the center of town, in an area that still gets called Saigon, though. Had a very heavy day visiting sites dedicated to remembering the American War of aggression. Should be a required stop for anybody who wants to understand what the world once thought and very well thinks again regarding the US policy of destruction and misdirection. No Iraq is not Vietnam, but almost 40 years later there is a palpable sense that win-or-lose nobody likes getting picked on by a super power. And if we want to tackle baddies in their tunnels, we might want to read the history books a little more closely.
Alas, that is not what I came here to see, but a byproduct of where I am. Saigon/Ho Chi Minh City, the capitol of Vietnam. A crowded city filled with motorbikes and noodle stalls. A place where youth rules, and old ladies sell fruit on the street. A friendly if crowded city that on a good day probably points to hopeful directions for the developing world. A day in the smoggy, steamy streets has left me a little to drained to digest anything more than a tasty dinner....
I suspect nobody is reading this anyways. But if you are, leave a note!
Alas, that is not what I came here to see, but a byproduct of where I am. Saigon/Ho Chi Minh City, the capitol of Vietnam. A crowded city filled with motorbikes and noodle stalls. A place where youth rules, and old ladies sell fruit on the street. A friendly if crowded city that on a good day probably points to hopeful directions for the developing world. A day in the smoggy, steamy streets has left me a little to drained to digest anything more than a tasty dinner....
I suspect nobody is reading this anyways. But if you are, leave a note!
Friday, September 12, 2008
If I have any luck at all, I will make it
Thanks for joining me on this trip. I'm hoping to have time to post from the road. If Hurricane Ike does not have his way with all the Texas airports, in which case I ain't going no place. No Vietnam. No Cambodia. No Thailand. No temples at Angkor Wat. No nothing. But that's what I know tonite.
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