January 2007


First time stepping through the jungle temple of Ta Prohm, I kept saying, “She was here. Lady Lara Croft. A.n.g.e.l.i.n.a J.o.l.i.e. walked these steps right here, oooooohhhh”. I think E just rolled her eyes at me.

At Angkor Wat itself, I said, “Wong Kar Wai was here. Tony Leung was here. I fell in love with Angkor after watching In the Mood For Love. Do you remember? Do you remember?” E said, “Yah yah yah, how many times do you have to say that?”.

Truth. My pictures don’t do Angkor justice. My words cannot possibly convey the sheer wonder of our experience here. To say that Angkor is majestic is too simple. It needs to be visited in person. It really does. Angelina would say so, I know she will.

Garden areaFruit ShakesRed RiceTasty Papaya SaladPlia TraiCha Krueng Kadao

I’ve just had an epiphany. Unreal.

On a break from the temples, we took a lunch stop at Singing Tree Cafe, a very progressive space that in addition to a cafe, also provides a community centre, children space, and NGO information area. We came to this space a couple of nights ago to look for information on the community projects happening in Siem Reap. We ended up staying for dessert (warm chocolate crepes with bananas and raisins soaked in rum). Today, we went again to make a donation for one of the projects and just by chance, ended up staying for lunch.

Okay, here’s the thing. E and I have had fantastic food this trip. Nothing to cry about, right. So here we are, we ordered some Khmer food because it was cheap, and bloody heavens, it blew my freaking mind! I mean, holy fishes in the sea, we’ve been to Chiang Dao’s Nest, right. BUT THIS PLACE BLEW OUR FREAKING DIRTY CLIMB-ON-TEMPLE-STEPS-FULL-OF-DUST SOCKS OFF. Way off.

Check out the dishes we tried:

  • A tasty tasty green papaya salad with white and red cabbage, long beans, fresh prawns, and peanuts
  • Plia Trai – a sliced fish in lime dish with the freshest veggies you’ll ever find, I promise you
  • Cha Kreung Kadao – fish cooked in saffron and spices, served with herbs
  • All dishes came with the healthiest red rice. E had the best watermelon shake, and I almost lost my pants on the bright tasting coconut and lime shake.

    The thing is – the flavours were so clean. So so so clean. The fish was cooked perfectly, the salad was the perfect crunch, and and AND it was not toned down for foreigners. I mean, it wasn’t hot, but so many dishes here in Angkor are toned down for foreigners, and this was just perfect.

    It takes an extremely delicate hand to make dishes that are so balanced and clean in texture and taste. My hats off to the chef.

    Bloody good food. And if I was Jamie Oliver instead of the self-imposed shy Asian girl that I am, I would right now, be running in the streets with my shirt off screaming, Eureka! Eureka! Eu-re-ka!!!

    Ta Prohm at Angkor
    She says to me, “Are you homesick?”.
    And I said, “Home is you. So no, I am already home.”.

    After our fabulous time in the Four Thousand Islands, we travelled for 15 hours straight, into Cambodia. Arrived in Phnom Penh, the capital, at 10:30 pm last night. Dead sore, stiff, and tired, we paid a moto-driver to take us to a guesthouse on the other side of town and even though we’ve only had one meal during the day, sleep overcame us promptly.

    Waking up, we decided to walk along the river back to the other side of town. And found Seeing Hands, a massage center run by highly trained blind masseurs. They provide very professional and awesome massages for $4.50 per hour. We were jelly afterwards. It’s one of the best $4.50 I’ve ever spent.

    Tomorrow, we set off again for Siem Reap (Angkor Wat) for a few days, but E has already made me promise that when we return to Phnom Penh, we will go to Seeing Hands again. Once a day for every day that we are here. Not a bad promise to make, eh.

    The river absorbs everything. Light wisps of mist in the morning float just above the still water, then the golden hue of sunrise, for another day of summer. It does seem like perpetual summer here. The water takes in the rays of gold and then, as the day progresses, the sounds of children playing, the shouts of joy from the winning boat team of young teenage boys, paddling with crude wooden oars and having the time of their life out in the hot noon sun in their narrow wooden canoes. Back and forth, back and forth, they row and race with the abandon and laughter that is youth.

    Late afternoon brings a million incandescent sparkles on the water, broken now by women washing their clothes and more children taking their daily baths. As the sun sets, the river turns a holy trinity of amber, orange, and tangerine. Now, as the mosquitoes come out to feed, the fish follow to the surface to catch them. Fishermen throw their nets from their boats, a graceful arch, time and again, repeated till the sun finally fades and it is night.

    The bright crescent moon now sits on the water, her clear reflection broken now by ripples from the remaining fishes. The air finally cools and in time, the water is still again, resting, rested, ready for another day to begin.


    After an overnight bus ride from Vientiane plus another day of travelling, we reached the steamy Si Pha Don area of Southern Laos. Known as the Four Thousand Islands, it is where the mightly Mekong River fans out as it crosses the Lao border into Cambodia. Traveller usually go to the main islands of Don Khong, Don Det or Don Khon. We decided on Don Khon, for its quiet slice of Lao life. A slanted thatched hut with stilts over the water cost us $2 per night. It has a veranda with the best sunset view, shared squat toilets, and no electricity. Water came and went from the Mekong. It is run by the sweetest family. The only electricity was in the restaurant sitting area and that comes on only from 6 to 10 at night. The family cooks over charcoal stoves and uses a car battery to run their fruit shake blender, which also provides the light in the shared bathroom. When the blender comes on, the light in the bathroom flickers! At night, it is dark, with stars abundant. And quiet. We loved it so much that we stayed for four days.

    In the daytime, we rode bicycles on dirt paths crisscrossing the island and crossed over to Don Det on an old French build railway track. We explored rice fields and waterfalls and ate very well. E went to see the rare freshwater dolphins at the Cambodian border. These Irrawaddy dolphins are almost extinct but in the early 6 am sunrise, she and another couple actually saw quite a few of them! In the evening, E puts on her fire-dancing glowballs and showed the children how to twirl them around. Good times. Rustic, but darn if it wasn’t the finest place we’ve been so far.

    Cycling towards Patuxai in Vientiane
    Mesdames et messieurs, je me présente vous, l’excursion 2007 de Patuxai sur les bicyclettes wobbly de 1 vitesse!

    E had a brilliant idea last night. She said, “hey, why don’t we just rent bicycles and bike to the Cambodian embassy tomorrow?”. Being the tight-wad cheapskate that I am, not to mention my fear of motion-induced sickness, I jumped and exclaimed “god, that’s the most brilliant idea! You know how I hate to pay for someone else driving! Especially, back and forth twice to drop off and pick up our passports!”.

    Okay, so off we went this morning. Two bikes for $1.50 each for the day. The only thing, they were the most structurally unsafe single speed things with flat tires. No matter, do it like they do here, right?

    Well, it was the most fantastic of mornings, a rare cool day in Vientiane. We biked to the embassy, dropped off our passports, and on the way back, went to the Patuxai monument, which was originally made to resemble the Arch de Triomphe in Paris and built with American concrete. Due to the chaos of war and US-led bombings that followed, it was sadly, never completed. Lance Armstrong, we were not. But all the way, amongst all the scooters and other bicycles that gathered at the traffic lights, all I could think of was … we’re here for a good time, not a long time, so have a good time, the sun don’t shine everyday. And the sun is shining, all across the city! And the sun is shining, oooo, isn’t that pretty!

    So we are awaiting our Cambodian Visa in Vientiane (yup, silly us, embassies are shut on Sundays, oops) and it is giving me plenty of time to gulp, miss TV. So for those of you who are watching Grey’s Anatomy, please tell me, have new episdoes started yet? And if so, what is happening? Specifically, updates on Addison, Yang, and Izzy, please. Swoon, Addison. You know what Seattle Grace needs? A Kim Legaspi. For Addison.

    I am stuck on Battlestar Galactica Season 2.5 still. I know, that’s a whole season behind! Shame on me! Sharon, Boomer, I miss you!

    I’d be sitting somewhere in Laos, reading 2 or 3 day old newspapers from Bangkok, and I see the Australian Tennis Open is happening. And Andy Roddick defeated Marat Safin, damn. Marat, my boy, what’s up with you? Boy or no boy though, Roger’s my man. Roger Federer, the god of all time. Please win.

    And speaking of tennis, I confess that once, I had such a crush on Steffi Graf that I actually wrote and mailed her a fan letter. Or two. Course, it was for the “tennis”, not the crush. The budding little baby dyke that I was, heh heh.

    Today is our last day in Luang Prabang. First thing tomorrow, we are off again on a long bus ride to the capital city Vientiane, where it will mostly be a taking-care-of-business stop. Gotta get that Cambodian visa, make a dash for the one and only international ATM in Laos, and prepare for the longer trip south. We have decided to skip the backpacker ghetto of Vang Vieng and spend more time instead in the southern part of Laos. To borrow an idea from Popagandhi, here are some of the things we’ve done in this beautiful city of Luang Prabang …

    View of city on top of the Mekong
    Did a lot of walking up up up and up.

    Morning commute
    Noisily slurpped on breakfast bowls of superb noodle soup at a morning commute stop. No MSG here!

    A glimpseA glimpse
    Caught a glimpse here and there of …

    RetroRetroRetro
    Salivated after a lot of retro scooters, mopeds, and single speed bicycles. My vintage single speed Raleigh at home would like it here.

    Tat Kuang Si
    Took an early morning jaunt to pristine Kuang Si waterfalls for a swim. Butterflies for company. Tip: most people come in the afternoon. But if you get out there in the morning, it’s very quiet.

    ChillChill
    Chilled. A lot. Drank smoothies. A lot. Had fabulous tarte aux citron and pain perdour (sp?) with mulberry and pineapple compote. Sadly, just once. Read. A lot.

    Ramayana
    Saw a production of an episode from the Ramayana at the Royal Ballet Theatre. Their vigor made me smile. It came complete with a monkey army, red bird, and what I’d call a monkey line dance. It was utterly absorbing, heh.

    PuppyPuppy
    And in the absence of my cat, the Mou-Mee, I have resorted to giving all my love to puppies and kittens whereever they are. Most of the time, they’d rather not be grabbed and petted by me. The little black puppy above was too busy catching and eating moths and preferred I not hold him back.

    Cotton blessing stringsSunset from Phu Si
    Lucky to be here. Blessed. Goodbye, Luang Prabang, I will miss you dearly.

    Fresh grilled fish with Beer Lao My Chinese dialect is Hakka, and there is a saying. We say “kew fo” when we describe certain foods. As in “does this dish have enough fire?”. Dishes with “fo” are met with joy. Energy. The essence of passion itself. “Fo” is something that is very hard to get in Canada, what with our electric stoves and all. Can’t even seem to get it in our barbeques. I don’t think I’ve actually had a dish that has enough “fo” since I was 14 years old.

    Well, I’ve found it in Luang Prabang, where food stalls are abundant day and night. Women grill their fish, chicken, et al on top of charcoal stoves. They stuff the fish bellies full of lemongrass and ginger, sandwich them between sugar cane sticks, and grill them. Simply, delicously. The flavour of the fish is unimaginably sweet. Tender like nothing else on earth. 20000 Kip or $2 for a whole grilled fish. $1 for a grilled chicken leg. $0.90 for a 640 mL bottle of cold Beer Lao. Seriously, you don’t need anything else.

    The “fo” is also found in day stalls where they stir-fry noodles or rice for you on the spot. My mom and dad would be happy to have them; I am sure it will remind them of the food they ate in their youth.

    If I were a man, I’d have a 3 day old stubble, a beaded burnt face, and it would say, “look here, friend, I am worn. I have travelled hard for 3 days, sat on hard chairs for 2 days on a boat. I have stopped overnight in a rat-infested bleak hole of a town, took whatever square of a floor they gave me, slept 5 to a mattress. And gave an arm and a leg for that. I’d been offered opium and beer at every turn. They tried to snatch my bags and gripped me by the arms. Friend, I am worn.”.

    And you will say to me, “Lad, you’ve done well. You endured Pak Beng. Welcome now to the sun-kissed banks of Luang Prabang. Welcome, lad. Now, sit back. Beer Lao?”.

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