Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Tiger Kingdom - Chiang Mai

December 26

2,ooo,ooo,ooo years ago just kidding, two days ago we went to a place called Tiger Kingdom.



I was excited to go inside the cages of all sorts of tigers like big tigers, small tigers and white tigers. I was disappointed the moment we arrived because the lady who worked there said you had to be at least fifteen years old to go inside the big tigers cages. So, we went inside the small tiger's cage instead of the big tiger's cage because that was our only choice since me and my brothers aren't older than fifteen years.



I love cats.
   
Inside the small tiger's cages we got to pet all five. There were three baby tigers that were one month old and two bigger ones that were three months old. My Dad took lots of pictures. I thought it was lame because we only got to spend ten minutes with the tigers. After that we did get to see the big tigers but not go in their cages.



I think it would be better if people didn't have to be fifteen or older so the young kids could to the big tigers too. Even though I didn't get to go in the other cages I still liked petting the small tigers.



My Dad took this photo of a bigger tiger.

Christmas Day

December 25, 2010

We woke up to a bright, warm, sunshine Christmas Day which was a bit strange since we are used to white snow and cold temps. None the less without family, friends and home we tried to make the most of our Christmas in Thailand.

Christmas Eve evening we shopped for small gifts for each other at the night market, wrapped them and placed them under the tree and on Christmas morning, opened our modest assortment of gifts. It was nice to see the boys discover that joy can be derived from one, small, thoughtful gift.

Our modest Christmas gifts wrapped in anything we could find.

Looking for a church in Chiang Mai proved to be problematic. First, while still in Cambodia I did a Google search for Chiang Mai Christmas services to no avail. Upon arrival we asked the hotel staff for local churches. They responded as if not understanding our request. Then at the night market we met a vendor who was Christian. Jackpot I thought, for sure he would know. Nope. He told me that his church was not having a service on Christmas eve or day but meets on Sunday at 11:30 at the Chiang Mai Christian School. Weird, no service celebrating the birth of our Savior. I gave up!


Good morning Christmas

I will share that two days later Robert and I went for a walk by the river and saw five churches with banners advertising Christmas Eve services! Crazy thing, it was only 10 minutes from our hotel.

Anyway, after opening gifts we attended the Christmas Brunch our hotel hosted. It was advertised as a festive Christmas celebration with music and a visit from Santa. Let me just say it was flagrant false advertising. The only thing Christmas about the brunch were the red and green table cloths on eight of the forty tables in the dining room! The music ensemble played two Christmas songs only after I complained to the Mater Dei! And the food was mostly Chinese thanks to a large tour group from China who sat at the forty undecorated tables. I felt like singing "Where are you Christmas" just like Cindy Lou Who.

We told our three disappointed boys not to worry since Starbucks (yes there are three here in Chiang Mai) advertised a Christmas party at 3:00pm. To Starbucks we rode, ordered a festive drink and awaited the celebration. 3:00pm, nothing. 3:05pm, still nothing. At 3:10pm I asked the barista when the party would begin. His response was "Oh, not enough customers, sorry." I was angry! Wait till Starbucks corporate hears from me!

I marched back to our table, told my family the crummy news and they without warning sang at the top of my lungs Jingle Bells and Merry Christmas for all to hear. Robert, Taylor, Ryan and Cameron also joined in and for a few moments we were "laughing all the way, ha, ha, ha."


Our spirits were perked and Christmas joy salvaged with a showing of Tron, the Legacy at the local cineplex.
Tuk-tuk to the cinemas
We are all looking forward to Christmas 2011 at home!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Christmas Eve in Chiang Mai

The entire family desired to be in Chiang Mai Thailand for Christmas for two reasons. One, it's the second largest city in Thailand and therefore we suspected it to have a bit more "western flair". Two, we were told that Chiang Mai has a large Christian missionary population and therefore expected Christmas celebrated with more than just sparkling red and green. That was not entirely the case, more on that in the Christmas Day post up next
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We arrived in Chiang Mai on December 23rd. On December 24th, Christmas Eve we rented bikes and explored town to get our bearings as we like to do each new place we visit. Toward the end of the day Cameron spotted a storefront in Chinatown sellling Christmas decorations and demanded we stop to "check it out."


Picking out decorations



The shop was wall to wall Christmas and Buddhist holiday decor with one aisle about as wide as an airplane's aisle. Robert waited outside with the bikes and the boys and I shopped for decorations to Christmasify or hotel rooms. We pulled out all stops, garland, lights, tree, ornaments, fresh flowers and Santa hats.


Ryan riding with our beautiful fresh Christmas flowers

We biked back to the hotel, received a Christmas greeting from Thai Santa in the hotel lobby, went to our room, cranked the Christmas music and began decorating. It was a sweet time.


Our little Christmas tree.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Boe the Cambodian Boy

Part of Ryan's 6th grade writing lesson is to write a historical fiction story. Here is his story based on what he learned in Cambodia. It's really good. Enjoy the read.
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Boe was listening to the radio for the first time in three months. An emergency broadcast said " Everybody needs to move to the villages for three to five days, the Americans are going to bomb the city!" Boe's family started packing swiftly. "I'm scared," said Boe's younger sister Kila. "The Americans won't hit us in the villages," said Boe's mom Mae. So they set out to the rice fields to await their return to the city.

Boe and his family safely made it to the rice fields, but they didn't know what terrors awaited them in the days to come.

A Khmer Rouge solider slammed the door open and said "Get up, it's time to work." Boe said, "I don't want to work." The soldier pushed Boe out the door and into the bright sun light. He spotted his sister Kila and his parents, he waved but got no response. Boe went to the rice fields, he was hit to the ground and was forced to work. Boe and his family refused to work. "I am a wealthy man not a slave," Boe's dad Din said. Soldiers hit Boe and his family on the back with their guns. It went dark for Boe.

The next day Boe found himself in a small room chained to the wall lying on a plank of wood with stilts two feet above the ground. He heard yelling and screaming out side but didn't know from where it was coming. Boe was startled by what appeared to be the jingle jangling of keys. The door swung open, two Khmer Rouge soldiers both armed with AK-47 semi automatic rifle's came in. Boe's heart rate accelerated. He spotted his sister Kila walking with a group of girls tied up being lead somewhere. He yelled at her but got no response.
Kila was born with a weak body but a persevering heart. Boe wanted to help her, but how? Then Boe spotted it, a hole in the fence that none of the military officers had seen. Right then he decided he would help his family escape.
He saw his mom and dad lined up and heading back to their cells. They both looked scared. His dad was a big and strong man, and he was often logical. Boe's mom was petite, but some what stern woman. Boe wished he could help everybody in the camp, but he knew he couldn't.

That afternoon everybody was locked in there cells. Boe found a crummy plate with stale rice. He quickly scarfed down the under sized meal. Next to the plate there was a broken green surplus box, he started taking the box apart and found a safety pin. He had an idea but had to execute this plan at night.

He waited a couple of hours until it was dark. He knew where his family members were being kept. Boe picked his ankle lock with the safety pin and then unlocked the door. Boe opened and shut the door as quietly as possible. As he proned across the school yard he came to his sister's cell. He slowly picked the door lock, opened the door and whispered "Kila wake up, Kila." She sat up on the bed "Who is it," asked Kila. "It's me Boe." Boe started talking right away on how he spotted the hole in the fence. Boe said, "I have to tell Mom and Dad about my discovery in the fence." Boe arrived at his Dad's cell. Boe explained it all to his dad. He responded with, "It would be good if we planed to escape at night." Boe's Mom also agreed once he explained it to her too.
Boe made it back to his room safely and locked himself back in his chains not to invite suspicion. In the morning a man walked through the door and said "Come with me." Boe followed him to the interrogation room when the door swung open. Boe's blood ran cold, he saw four men with M16 riffles and one man with an M60 automatic machine gun. The man shoved him into a chair. Boe thought he was going to die right then and there. The man yelled "Are you a spy!?" Boe answer with a quick and bold "No." The man punched him "Do you work for the FBI, CIA, or the KGB!?" This time Boe yelled "No!" The man punched him again and yelled "Get outside." Then Boe heard the worst sound of his life, a painful scream from his mother. Boe passed out.

In the middle of the night Boe woke up shivering from the cold. Boe remembered the pick and unlocked himself. He visited his dad first. He picked the door lock and saw his dad lying awakeon the bed. His dad said "How did we get into all of this Boe? The Khmere Rouge tricked us, and now they are killing people left and right." They need to be stoped. Boe we need to get out and warn others." "But who is there to warn" asked Boe? "People who haven't been so gullible to the lies of Pol Pot, good men and women who should revolt," Din said.

The next day Boe awoke upside down, his feet were tied to a poll along with another man. Suddenly both of them dropped down ten feet into a bowl of water for about thirty seconds. They were hoisted up again, and dunked again, this happened several times, Boe was in so much shock he could hardly scream.
That night he made up his mind, as he slowly and quietly unlocked the doors of his family members cells they crept outside. They proned to the hole Boe was thinking, One slip up and were dead. one by one and unseen they were out. They rushed to the near by air field. Din hit the guard with a broken bottle he found and jacked a Cessna 180. Din knew how to fly because when he was eighteen his dad taught him how to fly the family's small airplane. Boe and his family flew safely to northern Thailand to start a new life. His dad bought some land, built a house, and planted some rubber trees. As for Boe he went to school and made new friends. Boe's new friends loved all the stories Boe had to tell, but their favorite story was...Boe the Cambodian Boy.
The End

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Siam Reap

No visit to Cambodia would be complete without a trip to see the ancient capital of Cambodia, Ankor Wat, so off we went. We took another Cambodian speed boat from Phnom Phen to Siem Reap. This boat was a bit bigger than the one from Vietnam to Cambodia plus we had an opportunity to sit outside on the sundeck.


Cameron on his way to the sundeck

The crowd on the sundeck

Of our three days in Siem Reap two were spent visiting the ancient ruins and learning about Cambodian history.This small, often forgotten country has quite a rich heritage and during 13th and 14th century claimed all of present day Thailand, Laos plus the Mekong Delta region of Vietnam as their own.

I was expecting to be bored after one day of temple viewing, you know the saying "seen one seem them all." Not so at Ankor Wat. There are so many different Wats with varying histories all which were fascinating to explore.

Enjoy the following photos.










Saturday, January 1, 2011

Tuol Sleng and Choeung Ek

Friday December 17

Today was a somber, sad, quiet, reflective day. Today we visited both the Tuol Sleng S-21 Prison and the Choeung Ek Killing Fields of the Khmer Rough's national genocide.


When Pol Pot claimed power in Cambodia in 1975 he turned the local high school into a torture prison, one of several throughout the country, for anyone who opposed his rule. However, most of those imprisoned were innocent ordinary Cambodian citizens from children to elderly. Pol Pot would accuse them of being traitors and working for the CIA or KGB when most if not all had never even heard of these organizations.

Prison S-21


Single cells. Blood stains remain on the floor.
Each prisoner was dutifully documented with numbers, photographed and wrote personal bios. It's from thorough record keeping we know today that over 17,000 prisoners were funneled through S-21. In the end only 12 survived! Everyone else was tortured to death or taken to the Killing Fields for execution and thrown into mass graves.

I struggle to write about what I saw at the prison and the Killing Fields. How do you put into words the unspeakable atrocities committed by the Khmer Rough. We were shown methods used to torture prisoners for hours every day until prisoners would either fabricate a confession to aiding the CIA or KGB in hopes of ending the horror or be killed in the process. If prisoners confessed, the torture would stop only because they would be blind folded and tied up and trucked to the Killing Fields for execution along with thousands of others.

I found myself shutting down my emotions and looking with a sterile heart just to get through the exhibits. All five of us were pushing back the tears and swallowing the lumps in our throats while asking the question, "Why, why would any one do this to another human being?" The only answer to that question - because sin exists in our world.


On the way out we met one of the surviving 12 prisoners Bou Meng. He was a gifted artist and when Pol Pot requested his portrait painted the guards chose Bou Meng. He passed the test and was transferred from his prison cell where he had tortured to near death to slightly better accommodations with 11 other skilled prisoners. Their trades and skills saved their lives. Bou Meng's wife and 5 year old daughter and 3 year old son were not so fortunate.
Bou Meng signing autographs in his book.



Let these photos be a silent memorial.

Stupa built to house the skulls and bones of victims as a memorial.

Pieces of victims clothing exposed.
A bone of a victim
Memorializing the victims of the Khmer Rough.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Tuk-tuks in Cambodia

All over the world there are modes of transportation, in New York City, the cheapest way to get around is taxi and subway, in Hong Kong it is the double decker buses, in Vietnam it is the cyclo bikes, and in Cambodia the cheapest way to get around is tuk-tuk. A tuk-tuk comfortably seats four people but you might just see one with six or seven people on one. Sometimes you might see locals riding on one with five bags of sweet potatoes or ten bags of herbs and vegetables. The driver attaches his motorbike to a wagon and its top speed is about 25mph and the tuk-tuk itself is is four feet across.

Tuk-tuks are everywhere in Phnom Penh and when you step out of a restaurant or the Royal Palace or even the market you get swarmed by the drivers talking in a fast thick Khmer accent.  ....................................................................................................................................................................
                                    Driver: Do you need a tuk tuk, i take you anywhere?

                      Customer: No thank you           or                      Yes I do need one.
                        Driver: I take you anywhere.                               Driver: Where do you go?
                     Customer: No thank you.                                        Customer: hotel  
                       Driver: Where do you go?                                       Driver: Ahhh yes I know, I know.
Customer: Oh, we are just walking to the silver pagoda.             Customer: How much?               
             Driver: I take you there faster than you walk                Driver: 5$, okay, okay
Customer: No Thanks! and walks off                                             Customer: No way to much!!

                                                                                                        Customer: Okay that sounds good
                                                                                                                 Driver: Okay, okay, $2, okay, okay
   
If you ever go to Phnom Penh make sure to take a tuk-tuk at least once but be willing to walk away if the prices are to high. Usually tuk-tuks go for around two dollars but some sly driver might sell it to you for five dollars. That might not seem that expensive but 5$ is 20000 Rials and the locals are not going to pay that much money for a five minute ride. So if you are a hard bargainer and have determination you can get a tuk-tuk for less.
Note: be willing to use U.S. dollars because the locals might charge more to use rials.

The exchange rate is 4030 Rials to 1 USD. The "on the street" exchange rate is 4000 Rial to 1 USD.