Thursday, March 31, 2011

Fun with Elephants

Sasha:

For my birthday, Ra and I decided to splurge on a day at the Elephant Nature Park, outside of Chiang Mai.  I had done some research- when I asked people what was worthwhile to do in Thailand, the Elephant Reserve came up several times.  Online, there were several different elephant camp options.  In one, you adopt a single elephant for the day, and spend it feeding, washing, and ultimately riding that particular animal.  Everytime on this trip that we have made the choice to ride the horse or take the cart it has ended badly.  Either it was clear that the animal was miserabe hauling our equally miserable bodies around as the handler whipped along its way, or we were shaken down for more money by the handler by the time it was done.  Not our idea of fun.  There was one review of this elephant camp that said the handlers were using hooks to make them trek, and one elephant had a gash by the end of the trip.  Enough said.

I found listings on trip advisor for the Elephant Nature Park.  http://www.elephantnaturepark.org/  There were no elephant rides, most of the animals were rescue elephants form other camps or from the logging industry in Cambodia or Burma, and the lunch was vegetarian.  Sounded like our kind of place.  After lodging, our daily budget has been around 100 Baht (or $33)/ day which would cover all food and transportation for both of us.  Spending one day at the Elephant Nature Park is 2500 Baht/ person, so this was a serious splurge.

They picked us up at 8am, and drove for 90 minutes out of Chiang Mai to get to the river valley where they have the park.  Along the way you see an elephant trekking camp- with westerners riding atop of elephants on 300lb chair rigs.  We were feeling happy about our non-riding choice. We arrive and get a tour of the compound, see longer term eco tourist forming balls of banana, dates nuts, and who knows what else for the elephants to eat later, and see water buffalos and elephants all around us.  The bulkings are beautiful- lots of natural wood, very open and designed for interacting with the animals from the safety of the porches.

At our first feeding session of the day (elephants eat 10% of  their body weight every day, there would be more feeding to come) we watch a group feeding an elephant out of a basket of watermelon, pumpkin, and cucumbers.  However, the animal knew what she wanted: sugar.  Any attempts to give her pumpkin or cucumber were thwarted as she threw them to the ground, tossing the watermelon into her mouth.  Even when they gave a piece of pumpkin and a piece of watermelon into her trunk at the same time, she could sniff out what she didn't want, and keep the part she did.

When it came turn for us to start feeding the elephants, I was surprised by how soft the skin of their trunks are- almost like iguana or snake skin, despite the fact that it is 1" thick!  They have amazing mobility, strength, and agility in their trunks.  The very end of it acts as both nose and hand.  They can pick things up either by wrapping their trunk in a circle around what they were picking up, or by pinching it with the very tip.  Most elephants like to pick up food from one side of their trunk or the other- some are left twisting, some right.  And they will do whatever they can not to have to circle to their non-dominant side.

So we spend the morning feeding elephants: feeding them from the deck, feeding them in covered pens, feeding them outside by the river.  Each one always has a mahout, or handler standing by, making sure we don't misbehave, and neither do they.  There are two baby elephants on the property, which they show us in pens because their mamas and aunties get very protective of them.  We learn about the two animals who each have a back foot that was blown off by a land mine.  Ra relates to the elephant with the broken hip, who walks with a limp after years of hard work in the logging industry.  We see the elephant who is blind, after being poked in the eye by handlers when she was refusing to haul logs in a former life.  There was another elephant, Lily, who was hooked on amphetamines so she  could work around the clock before she was purchased by the Elephant Nature Park.  Most of the animals have these kind of stories: injuries, disabilities, reasons why their original owners were willing to part with them, and reasons why Lek wanted to save them.

Lek's passion for elephants is the reason this park exists. She has a passion for making elephants lives better in Thailand.  She rescues them when she can afford it, she sends out veterinarians into other elephant camps to keep them in good health, and petitions the government to outlaw practices like elephant begging in cities.  When we were there, she was consulting with some people in Cambodia who are interested in creating a park  like this in that country.  At the end of our day, we were encouraged to come back to Thailand, and that if there are other parks doing similar work to patronize them as well.  We were so impressed by this woman's mission.  It was obvious that the work was what was important, and that our money would go directly to that cause.  So often when we do these kinds of things, we pay a lot of money and end up feeling cheated, but in this case, we were so happy to be able to support Lek, the park, and this project.

Let me talk about the lunch for a second: almost all vegetarian, and really really delicious.  After I asked, one of the cooks walked me through all of the dishes in the buffet, pointing out the ones that had no soya sauce, and no wheat flour.  On one hand, there were only 5 dishes that I could eat, on the other all of them were delicious!  Lunch finished off with our guide, Bird, presenting me with a free tshirt as a birthday present!! (The gift shop let me exchange it for one in my size, and in a better color for me).


After lunch, it was river time with the Elephants.  We were handed a bucket, rolled up our pants, and walked in for what I would describe as a giant water-fight, where all of the people throwing the buckets of water stayed dry, and the elephants receiving the shower enjoyed it. Just upstream of us, one of the elephants really preferred to give herself a bath.  She was diving, rolling, splashing, and generally having a really good time with river fun.

The rest of our day was spent with more elephant feeding in the field and on the deck, and with watching a one hour documentary on Lek, her work, and the elephants on the reserve.  The last part of the movie showed graphically how elephants are broken for logging and trekking in Thailand, and how Lek would like to change it.  It was hard to watch, but made us feel very good about our choice to come here to interact with elephants, and not somewhere else.

I would highly recommend this place to other travelers.  We liked the people working there, the cause, and the valley itself is a lovely place to spend some the day.  For people who like more action, or more structure, perhaps paying to volunteer for a longer stay would give you more activities than what we had, or there might be more entertainment at another park, but this pace was very comfortable for us.



Thursday, March 10, 2011

Thai Style Pumpkin Hummus

Sasha:

(Pad Thai with Peanut sauce at Mai Kaydee's)

We have taken an apartment in Chiang Mai!  It felt like time to get off of the beach, to experience a more cosmopolitan life and culture, and we were ready to start cooking for ourselves.  The apartment is in a fantastic neighborhood- Nimmanheiman Soi 11- next to countless restaurants, cafes and art galleries.  It is a 400 sq ft studio, with an orange couch, and the best bed we've slept in since the 5star hotel in Pune.  The sheets are pretty great too.  The place has AC- fantastic since it is 35degrees Celsius (95F) and humid outside. We have enough room to do yoga side by side, and free wifi in the comfort of our living room.  Outside there are a host of temples, markets, classes and massage to take advantage of, but we have been tucked up in our 15th floor apartment with all of our clothes put away in the closet, and our kitchen full of produce.

I told a good friend that cooking a meal in our own kitchen was the most exciting thing I've done in weeks, and the person responded, "If cooking is the most exciting thing you've done, YOU SHOULD GET YOUR MONEY BACK!" (In exactly those capslocked letters.  I disagree with this sentiment in part because I knew that I was speaking in hyperbole, and what a better investment than to learn how to really appreciate the things we usually take for granted.  Also, when was the last time I got to make sesame-cashew butter by hand in mybrand new morter and pestle?

While in Bangkok, we had the pleasure of attending Mai Kaydee's Vegetarian Cooking School. http://www.maykaidee.com/  I had read about it in the Lonely Planet, and it was on the list of things we might like to do, but then we moved hotels and we spotted it while walking around looking for lunch- we stopped in for information, and maybe lunch, but ended up with aprons around our neck throwing around coconut milk and galanga.. It was the best food we've had in all of thailand.  We left with some technique, and a small recipe book.  We've been making her recipes and some variations of them for the past 3 days.  Who knows, we may even remember them without a recipe by the time we leave.

Here is my favorite dish of the day, taken from Mai Kaydee, but with a little extra heat:

Thai-style Pumpkin Hummus

This dish was prepared in a mortar and pestle, but you could use a food processer, I suppose!

Step 1
Add 1 Tbs roasted sesame seeds
2 Tbs roasted cashew nuts
1 sliced thai chili pepper
2 thin slices of ginger
Crush the seeds together until they are a fine dust or paste

Step 2
Add 4 Tbs steamed or boiled pumpkin
A small handful of either fresh basil or cilantro leaves
1 tsp soy sauce, or braggs
Continue mixing ingredients until you have a thick creamy spread

Step 3
Sprinkle with sesame seeds for presentation
Eat with fresh veggies (I used carrots and cabbage pieces) or sticky rice

Enjoy!


Monday, March 7, 2011

What's in my Pack

Sasha: 


I've been meaning to do this post since we left. I did a lot of research on what to pack- both by interviewing friends who had done big travel, by listening to podcasts (check out the Indie Travel Podcast for some great suggestions on packing light, and packing for rain.) and by reading other people's blogs.  The number one piece of advice I got from everybody is to pack as light as you possibly can.  We deliberately picked out bags on the smaller size, and have managed to have them filled to to brim since we left.  We saw one girl with a 37L pack (compared to our 45L packs) and were immediately jealous


Since we are four months into the trip, some things have been added and taken away from my original pack- we picked up our own padlock so we didn't have to use the wimpy padlocks that many bungalows provide, and I found that I wanted to have more than one sarong since we spent so much time on the beach.  We each have a super soft and lightweight wool blanket we got after a couple cool nights in India.  I use it as an extra pillow in most places we stay. I've ditched several pieces of clothing that either wore out or seemed unnecessary, and sent back home a parcel which included some unnecessary things and some gifts we had picked out.  Our weather has been consistently warm, and except for the week in Pune all of our warm clothes have been sitting at the bottom of our pack.  If I had known that we were going to spend so much time living on a beach, I would have packed 2 bikinis instead of just the one, especially because I have found it impossible to find another one that fits me. 


Here is a picture of everything I carry with me.  I have all of our pills and first aid kit, while Ra carries our laptop and all of our chargers. In the packing list below, I've highlighted the things that I think are the most important, and would not travel without. For example, I would not recommend doing an overnight train in Thailand without both earplugs and an eyemask!




The Basics
1 Osprey 45 ltr backpack
Small REI messenger bag/ day pack
Reusable stainless steel water bottle
Emergency chocolate
Cash
Passport
Train tickets
Chapstick
Eye drops
Hand sanitizer
Tiny flashlight on a lanyard

Key for the padlock we use on our bungalow doors
Pens
Pencil, sharpener, eraser
Insect repellent
Sunscreen

Earplugs
Sleeping mask

Useful things
String
Electric tape
Gaff tape
Zip ties
Plug in mosqito repellant
Clothespin
Caribiner
Booklight
Small cable lock 
Shoe glue
Southeast Asia guidebook, Chiangmai pamphlet, himchal pradesh guidbook section
Sewing kit
Travel towel
Gluten free food allergy cards in four languages
Backpack rainfly

Things to do
Yoga mat and carrier
Fire staff
Sock poi and backup stockings
Cotton fire poi( never used)
Two glow rings
Deck of cards
Netti pot

Health, first aid, personal care
Antihistamine
Ibprofin
Cranberry pills
Probiotics

Chinese herbs from Lisa Sherman
Vicodin
Malaria pills
Antacids
Uti treatment
Monostat
Anti diareah pills
Trameel
Rehydration salts
Bandaids
Blister pads

Grapefruitseed extract
Neosporin
Hydrocortisone
Burn gel
Filling repair kit
Pee funnel
Condoms
Multi vitamin
Razor and blades
Floss
Toothbrush
Toothpaste
Facewash

Shampoo
Conditioner
Lotion
Deoderant
Contacts
Contact solution
Lipgloss
Eyeliner
Eyeshadow
Blush
Mascara
Makeup brush kit
Mirror
Tweezers

Bedding
Silk sleeping bag liner
Small wool blanket, can double as a pillow

Apparrel
Fleece jacket
Pair of flipflops

Keen sport sandals
Leather belt bag
Money belt
8 pairs of underwear
3 bras
4pairs of socks- 1 wool, 2 anklets, 1 kneesocks
Bikini
3 tanktops
2 tshirts

3 longsleeve shirts- one lightweight hoodie, one silk buttonup, one woven cotton
One set longjohn top and bottom
4 pairs of pants- black leggings, Ali baba pants, two nylon cargo pants
2 skirts- one long one short

1 dress
2 sarongs (double as skirts or dresses)
2 scarves ( double as short skirts ot tops)
2 hats

3 pairs of earrings
3 necklaces
2 bracelets
Hair pins and hair ties
Small travel brush
"burns well with others" and " aloha, shalom, suck it" pins
4 pairs of glasses- regular prescription, backup prescription, prescription sun glasses, regular sunglasses
2 Glasses cases and 1 cleaning cloth

Electronics and other red things
iPod mini

iPhone
Amazon kindle and booklight case
Headphones
Nikon coolpix camera and case
Moleskin journal

Wallet


* I highlighted my clothing, but I'm sure I'd be fine if I had half as many clothes as I'm actually taking. 

Friday, February 25, 2011

Things to which I've become accustomed. . .

Sasha:

I'm writing from Mai Haad- the northwestern tip of Koh Phangan.  I'm sitting in a restaurant with free!! wifi!!, while looking at the island Koh Ma.  It is snorkeling and diving mecca here.  There are coral reefs all around Koh Ma, and countless dive operations in the neighboring beaches.  The water is crystal clear and very calm.  There are 3 restaurants on the beach- one with terrible customer service, one with friendly customer service though they are likely to mess up your order or overcharge you, and one with terrible food.  I guess it is hard to have everything.

We spent the previous five days at Haad Sadet with Limbo.  We were planning to stay at Haad Tien, but due to the full moon party, there was no availabilty. ( The weird thing is that we still can't figure out how we are supposed to get advanced booking there!) We had a relaxing few days laying on the beach in Haad Sadet, laying in the hammocks, and sitting in the cafes.  We wanted to move on to Haad Tien/ Haad Yuan, but the sea was too choppy to get a water taxi, so we improvised!  We ended up taking a taxi to where we are now for the good snorkeling.

I have gone out twice now, once was fantastic, and once was not.  The difference? the quality of the equiptment. It  is extremely hard to enjoy snorkeling when you end up with a mouthful of water every five minutes.

I've been thinking about what becomes normal to me because of this kind of long term travel.  How my expectations have changed and adjusted. Here is a brief list:

-When you are staying near the beach, sand gets into the bed and you end up sleeping on it.
-Friendships are made and experienced in anywhere from 2 days to 2 weeks, then you part ways.
-You are likely to have the same conversation with every traveler you meet: where're you from? How long is your trip? What is your route? What do you do for a living? What places do you reccomend? Finding a way to vary it up gives you bonus points.
-You make sure to take some bottled water back to your room at the end of the day so you can brush your teeth with it.
-Sarongs and scarves are the gems of your wardrobe- look, it's a skirt!  It's a halter top!  It's a beach towel!!
-When you eat in a new restaurant in a foriegn country, the food you are served is not going to be exactly what you though you ordered.
-In Thailand, expect to pick out some 15-20 bits of lemon grass, galanga, peppers, or kaffir lime leaves out of your bowl of curry or soup.  If you don't have bits to pick out, it was probably flavorless crap.
-I find it essential to wash and hang my bikini every night, because I end up wearing it every day.  On the beach, all other clothes are optional.
-Sunscreen is my new form of perfume.
-I find it much easier to sleep 9-10 hours a night now, and spending a whole week doing little more than reading a book.

I'll try to continue updating that list.

In the meantime, we head to Haad Yuan/ Haad Tien tomorrow and hope we'll be able to find a bungalow in our price range.  From there, we go to Raley in Krabi to hopefully try our arms and legs at rock climbing in Thailand, then hope to be in Chiang Mai around March 11th where we will rent an apartment for one month!!!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Bang Bang! Part 2

Sasha:

Landing in Bangkok, we are in a different planet from where we left. There are signs everywhere, nobody pushes you.  The skytrains into the city are well labeled, intuitive, and easy to use.  Everybody is helpful.  The police are happy to take you to show you how to use the ticket kiosk.  There is not garbage everywhere!  And it is so much more green than Indian cities. We are so thrilled with the experience we almost don't notice the impending heat and humidity as the day turns from morning to noon. 

Bangkok is a city filled with street food- vendors with noodles, soups, flattened squid sheets blowing in the breeze, and great big cups of iced coffee for 50cents. Only, people don't necessarily read when they run a food cart, and the english is spotty.  And soy sauce is in everything.  And there aren't really vegetarian street carts. . . and suddenly the gluten free and veg friendly food of the US seems much more difficult. We find a veg food stall in the MBK mall, and I show them my card that says what |I can't eat, and they just sake their heads no, and I shuffle over to get a big hunk of chicken and rice because I am hungry and need to eat something. 

Hmmm, this friendly city just became more difficult.  Our first instinct was to stay away from the backpacker mecca of Kaosan Road, but you know what?  The restaurants serve veg food and speak English.  Even the pad thai stand could make it veg with no soy sauce.  :-) We found a hotel in our price range about a 7 minute walk away from Kaosan with AC and hot water. (Both are extra charges if you want them to turn it on.  However, instead of asking us if we wanted hot water, they asked us if we wanted a "hot towel" to which we answered no, then asked for "hot water" the next day.)  It is an easy neighborhood to walk to some of the wicked cool Wats (temples) which house GIANT statues of Buddha. The Reclining Buddha of Wat Pho was somewhere in the neighborhood of 80 feet long.  After our long walks, we indulge in 30 minute foot massage for $3.30.  

While walking near our hotel, we had the privilege of seeing a sign for May Kaidee's Vegetarian Cooking School, and dropped in just in time for the afternoon class. She had wheat-free soy sauce!!  We made ourselves curry paste, pad thai and peanut sauce, and tom yum soup, then came back the next morning to whip up some curries, papaya salad, and spring rolls.  The food was SOOO good. 

Also, Limbo came to join us.  It was so exciting to have a friend from home here. We did a lot of comparing notes on our experiences in India- he's run down from that country as well.  We hung out in a park talking about meditation until a Thai police officer politely told us that laying down in the park was not permitted. 

Today we are moving slowly, then catch a plane to Koh Pha Ngan.  There, we hope to sip on fruit smoothies and hang out with our friend Lisa from the UK.  

Hooray for Thailand!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Bang! Bang! Part 1

Sasha

First there was Bangalore.  Trying to book anything out of Gokarna was a challenge.  Who knew that almost all trains were completely booked 3 weeks ahead of time?  We found a cheap overnight bus to Bangalore, and a direct flight to Bangkok from there.  We also gave ourselves enough time to go to the Thai visa services in Bangalore so we could have 2 months in Thailand instead of just the 30 days they give you on arrival.

At this point, our tolerance for Indian cities is minimal.  They are loud, polluted, more expensive, and the traffic is enough to give you a heart attack from the stress.  Oh, and rickshaw drivers are devilspawn. In order to give Bangalore a chance to redeem itself, we arranged for a couple of couchsurfing homestays.

Within the first 20 minutes on the overnight "sleeper" bus we realized that we had made a big mistake.  No, the bus was not AC (which had been my assumption) nor did we do any actually sleeping while on the bus.  It was like trying to sleep in a bouncy castle on wheels that was driven by the wicked witch of the west (thanks to a friend for giving that description.) The roads are hardly highways, and weave around the mountains, and the driver was intent on taking advantage of driving at night by pushing that bus as hard and fast as it would go, right up until hit hit a set of speed bumps where it would slam on the breaks, sending us rolling around our double bed bus compartment.  Our 2 backpacks didn't quite fit on the luggage rack, so sometimes one would fly off, landing on our legs with a hard thud.

Once that experience ended, we hoofed it over to the main bus station.  There were well over a hundred different buses in the station at any given point in time- three large concentric circles had platforms, that were labeled with suggestions for where each bus should stop.  We waited for our bus number for 45 minutes before the lack of sleep and low tolerance for chaos caught up with us.  Ra went to the info desk where the customer service representative assured him that the bus was running, and then told him to wait at the completely wrong platform.  After some awkward silence, the man informed Ra that perhaps if he walked 20 meters away, there would be someone else who could help him.  At that point Ra told the representative that there was no one over there and that clearly he was just trying to get rid of him!  The rest of the people in line laughed at the fact that Ra called him on his shit.  So, we hiked over to get a rickshaw, whose driver promptly ripped us off.

The next day involved more arguing with rickshaw drivers in an attempt to not get ripped off, and then onto the Thai visa service.  Note: this is not an embassy, and it seems as though 10 other countries have also outsourced their visa service to the same company. In fact, our passports would have to travel to Chennai and back for us to get the visa.
"So, what do you do if the passport gets lost?" Ra asks the woman.
"That never happens." The woman behind the Thailand desk tells us. Yeah, uhuh.
Despite printing out our checklist of all of the necessary documents, we found ourselves being rejected from the Thailand desk 3 times before we had everthing we needed (copy of the passport, the passport, a plan ticket in to the country and proof of a plane ticket out of the country, two copies of the application, 2 photos. . . did I miss anything???) Until we had everything filed and paid for, and crossed our fingers that the passports would come back to us in 3 days.

At this point, we are exhausted, hungry beyond measure, and both of us with head colds from the sleeper bus.
After eating, we try to find a ride back to our homestay.  The first driver quotes us a price more than double the proper amount.  The second driver says he'd take us using the meter- plus an extra 40 rupees.  Finally, a quite driver agrees to take us there on meter alone.  The other drivers curse him for screwing up their racket, and we crawl into the back.

I turn around and say, "If we were anywhere else I'd say that those are some bumping speakers in the back of this rickshaw."

"Those are some bumping speakers." Ra says after inspecting the setup.

He taps the driver to ask him to play some music.  The driver stops the rickshaw, gets out to grab the speaker face, and using his one good arm (the other hand is lame) he hooks it up, and hooks us up.  The next thing we know, were are cruising through Bangalore with a thumping subwoofer beneath us.  We are in our own private bubble of gangsta rap and daft punk, and the honking of India gets pushed back outside of our rickshaw.  For the first time all day, we have smiles on our face.

That night we cook dinner for our hosts, and 3 of their friends.  Vijay is a furniture designer, and a guitar player, his wife Nia is an interior designer turned stay at home mom.  Their friends were also in creative fields.  A couple days later, we were to visit Sam, one of the friends, at his photo studio.  There we talked about India and creativity.  We noticed a decided lack of imagination with the people we dealt with.  I tend to use a lot of miming when trying to communicate with people and Indian people really didn't get it at all. When I'd ask them to make a dish a different way in a restaurant, for the most part they would be flabbergasted.  Sam confirmed that creative thought just wasn't emphasized in India.  When people are hungry, or worrying about where they are going to sleep, creativity just doesn't fit in.  Even in upper middle class families, kids are pushed into law, engineering, and other such practical occupations.

Our last night in India, we get taken to a ritz-y bar in UB city.  We sit in a clean lounge, with a good sound system, and sip on stupidly priced cocktails.  But it feels like a bar that could be in any city in the west, and it is nice to take a break from India.

The next day, we go to the Bangalore Botanical Gardens, where all of the flowers are gated off from the general public.  The gardens are quiet but the drive there and back is relentless in the way that Indian traffic can be.  We gather our bags, walk to the bus stop- which has no signs, or any indication which bus might stop  there, but we are told that eventually the bus for the airport might stop there.  While waiting, a taxi- not a rickshaw!!! stops to ask us if we are going to the airport, and that if we are he will take us there for the same price as what we'd pay for the bus- which is a 200rupee discount from the standard taxi fare.  Yes, haleluja.  The airport is clean, orderly, though the wifi is not free, but we are leaving India, we breath the sighs of relief.


On the road again - Thai version...

RA:

man, i realized it's been since egypt and since i blogged, and when  went back and read the egypt blog, i saw  why - egypt really took it out of me. that was NOT a good place to start our travels in. but enough about egypt, with one side note: i have a fantasy of going back in 25 years, and egypt  - now ruled by a democratic, left wing government that managed to completely turn things around, and clean up that god forsaken city, Cairo - is now an awesome place to visit. we'll see how that works out....

2 months in india also managed to drain the excitement of travel out of me. as we flew into Bangkok, i explained it to sasha. i believe that if you move, as an adult, to a different country, and stay there for long enough, the sense of "newness" is eventually gone, and the excitement associated with it is gone - perhaps for ever. so, it was hard for me to get excited about going traveling, and once we do get to places - they all look alike to me. it's kinda hard to explain - the architecture is different, the language is different - everything is different, but it's not NEW or exciting. it just... is.

India was..... well, just as i remembered it. dirty, full of people who look at you and see dollar bills, with some diamond in the rough places in there. and when i say in the rough, i mean dirty. although there were some pretty places we saw - Humpi comes to mind - the entire time there - Gokarna excluded - was marred by how hard it is to do anything. take walking, for example. i love walking. it seems to help my pain in my body. but in india, walking means you're walking in a cloud of smoke - cars, trucks, rikshas - a cloud of sound - horns blaring everywhere from anyone to anyone and anything. there are no sidewalks in most places, and when they exist, no one really uses them. so, a five minute walk out from wherever you're staying turns into something you just don't wanna do. and that's before you even started your day!

although India is a place that values the right side of the brain quite a lot - hence the many computer programmers - i found the vast majority of people there unwilling - or unable - to understand that there are other ways of living your life - something i was quite surprised by, considering how this is one of the cornerstones of Hinduism. see, in the Caste system in India - which although outlawed a while back, still exists everywhere - foreigners are BELOW the lowest caste. and because most of us were educated somewhere else, with a completely different set of values and rules, we simply don't follow what they consider common sense. so, they think we're idiots. interestingly enough, we also think of them as idiots - most of the time, not always, of course - since they don't follow our values and rules. so, both sides seem to think they are the smarter one of the two ;)

there are many things that india makes you wonder. such as, how does a country of a billion people not figure out a trash removal system that's better than just burning it. or how to build roads that aren't awful. or how to put people in a bus terminal help desk that speak english (one of the official languages of india), or even know information about the buses - to that guy, i was nothing but a nuisance, someone that bothered him as he tried reading his paper - not a traveler that might need help (HELP desk, dude!). sigh.

so, after a month of this, and 7 places in one month, we landed in Gokarna. of course, we missed our stop off the train, since there's no way of knowing which station you're in/on, but that's another story. as we drove into the town of Gokarna, i looked around and thought: "ahm, yuck. this looks just like any indian town i've seen so far, which is to say, dirty, full to the brim with people, and loud".

luckily for us, we realized the town is for day excursions only, and the beaches are where it's at. now, i've never been a beach person. i never liked hanging out on the beach - never been my thing. but here.... the beaches are beautiful. the people were super nice. restaurants with vegi food everywhere, and toward the end of our stay there, we spent quite a lot of time with a nice group of israelis - which i enjoyed. we got to go hiking every few days, did yoga 5 days a week - first time and type of yoga i've been able to do since the accident, and i found myself actually relaxing - from the stress the past month in India has put me in.

we stayed on Kudle Beach, (pronounced kud-lee), drank Rama Temple water, had our favorite spots where we became the locals, and generally got to decompress. i <3 that place, and will forever.

our next stop after that was Thailand - something Sasha's been talking about since we started dating. but first,we had to stop over in Bangalore and get a 60 day Visa for Thailand, since the one given at arrival is only 30 days. we ended up couch surfing with some very nice people, and some.... not great people... the first time i've met anyone through couch surfing i didn't like. Bangalore was... well, if you read my description of indian cities on top, you get the idea. i was happy to get out of there.

and now, Bangkok. as always, it took us a couple of days to find our bearings, but once we did, we're enjoying it. it's MUCH cleaner, almost no honking, and although the taxi and riksha (here called Tuk Tuk) drivers are still "devilspawn", as sasha calls them, they are a minor inconvenience in our day. we wake up late, do yoga if we're lucky, have breakfast, take ferry rides to temples, hang out with Limbo. much better.

tonight we're taking an overnight train to an island called Koh Phangan - well, it's actually an overnight train to a place we can take the ferry from. i'm envisioning Koh Phangan to be kinda like Kudle Beach, and i'm wondering - is that wrong? is it wrong to want a fairly easy travel, or does travel have to be hard to count as travel?

to keep traveling like this - for the extended period of time that we are traveling for, i realize that i would HAVE to find these kinda places every once in a while. but, to go somewhere that isn't as nice and easy as what i imagine kho phangan to be, there needs to be a draw for me. something to excite me, and make me WANNA go there.  right now, i don't know where that place is/will be.