Friday, June 26, 2009
The Joker
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Apeman
Part 2: Nature Lodge Kinabatangan
[See part 1 below]
After Kapalai... From Semporna we were driven back to the Tawau airport where we took a short flight to Sandakan, another necessary overnight stop. At least the town was less shabby than Tawau, and for a budget hotel the room was surprisingly decent. We got there early so we had lunch, took a walk, took a nap and had dinner at the hotel's waterfront restaurant where we had a surprisingly good fresh fish.
The next morning a driver from the Nature Lodge Kinabatangan picked us up. For the next three days I was bathed in a batter of sunscreen, insect repellent and sweat. And more insect repellent. At least it proved mostly effective.
First, we stopped at the Sepilok Orangutan Rehabilitation Center. They rescue orangutans either orphaned or kept as pets and work to re-release them back into the wild. A volunteer spoke briefly about the efforts. It should be an opportunity for a sure sighting of orangutans relatively up close because there are scheduled feeding times at 10 a.m. and 3 p.m. At the 10:00 feeding we attended, a crowd gathered on a platform in the reserve and two workers waited on another platform with a bucket of bananas and a bucket of milk .
It was slightly disappointing that only two orangutans appeared for the free breakfast, one with a baby attached. They also appeared shy to the curious onlookers and they hardly faced us. In the short time they ate, maybe ten minutes, they still demonstrated remarkable human-like qualities. (Orang utan means 'man of the forest') One took almost all the bananas out of the bucket in search of the perfect specimen. They are just fascinating, and I wish I got to watch them longer. They disappeared back into the trees quickly. I suspect that such intelligent animals have learned to simply wait a few minutes after the crowds have gone and then come to eat the food left on the platform without all the gawking. Wouldn't you?
After a long drive and then a quick boat trip across the Kinabatangan River we arrived at the lodge. Here, our accommodations were simple but adequate: an individual "chalet" with twin beds, windows with screens, and a ceiling fan that sounded something like a helicopter. We did have our own bathroom, but that didn't guarantee that we always had water. They get water from the river and then boil it and treat it before delivering it. I suppose the system shuts down at night because we never had water before our 6 a.m. river cruises (I know - again!!) but it was flowing again by the time we ate breakfast. We had the same deal here, three meals a day, never quite hot, never that good but got the job done.
We were grouped with the same six or so people for the three day's activities. There were a couple of young men backpackers from Bristol, England who were friendly. They had the cheaper rooms with bunk beds and without bathrooms - they wanted to know if our rooms had air conditioning. No, sons, we're sweating and eating the same grub as you. We just paid a lot more to not have to walk outside to a bathroom.
Soon after arrival we took our first afternoon river cruise. Our guide on all our adventures, Aziz, was extremely knowledgeable on the local wildlife and he was fun to listen to, but I'm not sure he spotted anything that some other guide didn't spot first on the river. Not long into the first cruise we spotted our first orangutan. O.k., we spotted another boat in which everyone was looking up at an orangutan.
We sat patiently and quietly staring upwards into the green foliage to spy a spot of brown moving through them. They're quite elusive; I never would have located it myself. They know when they are being watched and they aim to put on as little show as possible, so naturally they are difficult to spot. They can remain still for hours. Even from a distance it was a thrill to be so near to the world of the orangutan. They are only found in Borneo and Sumatra. Just when we thought we were lucky to see one, farther down the river we saw another (another boat of people looking up where we soon followed). The second was higher up and harder to see, but it was there. Soon I was inspecting every shadow high among the treetops.
Aziz told us the forest had been generous to us that day. Indeed, we also saw two monitor lizards, the second largest lizard after the Komodo Dragon. We saw some Proboscis monkeys, but I could hardly tell what they were because they were so high in a tree. We saw a crested serpent eagle, a large bird of prey. I was proud of myself for spotting long-tailed macaques on the muddy banks until Aziz said we would see plenty of those. Still, I saw them first!
There's another animal we had the hope of seeing, but I knew it was only a possibility not a probability. The Borneo Pygmy Elephant, a species unique to Borneo, also shares the jungle real estate. Aziz told us that they had been seen earlier in the week, but he got reports that they had crossed the river to the side where the lodge was and had gone inland, so we would not likely see them along the river. In fact, he was concerned they were too close to the lodge for our jungle treks. The lodge itself has an electrified fence around it so they no longer approach it. I find that a little sad because their time-honored paths are becoming off-limits and their roaming space continues to vanish as the forests have been nearly depleted and palm oil plantations cover the formerly vast jungle.
After dinner, we pulled on some rubber boots, armed ourselves with flashlights and set out on a night trek. First I was hesitant considering the countless things with countless legs there must be in the jungle at night. Then I started to think it would actually be uneventful and kind of boring. It was fortunately not boring nor did anything creepy come too close. Aziz pointed out a couple of scorpions in a tree knot. I missed them, thankfully. We saw a serpent eagle sleeping on a tree branch and not far away on another tree was a serpent. I don't remember what kind of snake he said it was. Someone asked if it was poisonous. He said, "Mildly." We also saw a tiny frog and some other resting birds and not much else. No elephants.
Our next river cruise was at 6 the next morning. Nothing too eventful. After breakfast Aziz led us on a trek through the jungle to an oxbow lake. I don't know why, but we tore through the jungle as if in a race. It's not that easy keeping your footing in the mud either, with branches snapping back at you and roots tripping you up. The lake looked a lot like the river. Aziz caught a couple of fish for his lunch with a stick, nylon thread and white bread bait.
Oh, the trek back to the lodge... it's something I could have done without. It wasn't fun. Wasn't anything like fun. First of all, Aziz got lost. He took a wrong turn somewhere and never found the right way after that. He was reading markings on trees, yet he kept making more fresh marks with his knife at every turn. We couldn't figure out the logic because if he or someone else takes the same path, wouldn't they get lost if they followed those markings if we were lost when he made them? And it was hot. Jungle hot.
Then there were the leeches. Yes, I was aware of their existence beforehand, but I tried to block Stand by Me from my mind and bravely trek on. I think we did alright on our speedy passage to the lake but on the winding way back we ended up standing around a lot more while Aziz went wandering in search of revealing marks that would lead us home. I randomly lifted the flap of my pants pocket and the first leech I saw was right under the flap. I was just relieved it was not on flesh. The next one I saw was on Paul's shirt. He flicked it off. The next I saw was on the back of Paul's arm and I boldly plucked it from my beloved's skin before it did damage. We watched as the guide passed his hand over a few of them on a leaf and they waved along with his hand like magnets, following the scent of blood.
We heard, in my opinion, eerie, music coming from across the river. I think it was a mosque's call for worship, not sure. It probably helped us because we eventually found ourselves at the edge of the river, and fortunately modern-day jungle trekkers carry mobile phones. Aziz finally gave up and called the lodge for a boat to come get us. I'd say 'rescue' us but that sounds too dramatic. Though I was about to eat one of the backpackers. We tried to show some humor but it was so just hot and we just didn't feel like roasting in the jungle for so long. The boat picked us up and then we could see that we had gone past the lodge while lost.
I peeled my socks off once we returned from the three hour tour... the three hour tour. I had blood on my sock and near my ankle. Paul thought I must have got cut but I knew I didn't because I had big rubber boots on and nothing had been irritating me inside them. I examined closer and saw that it was a small hole surrounded by a circular mark. Leech. I didn't freak out, probably because I didn't witness the act or the swelled culprit behind it. The ones we didn't see were the ones that got us. Yes, us.
We ate lunch and just as we got up from the table, I noticed a big, fat leech at the table where Paul had been sitting. It was obviously full. Paul searched around his body but we didn't see any signs. Once he removed his shirt, the site of the leech's lunch couldn't be missed. Right above his ribs he was quite bloody. The crazy thing is how the bite is painless, yet the wound just keeps bleeding. He asked why I thought this whole thing was a good idea again. Cause we like monkeys?
We were relieved to be back in the boat that afternoon for the next cruise; leeches can't leap that far. Without a word, Aziz took off at high speed down the river without stopping to look for anything. After about twenty minutes traveling we saw other boats idling, and we realized there was word of elephants in the area and we were on their trail. We waited; we hoped. Nothing materialized. For such large creatures, they hide themselves well. We turned back in the direction of the lodge and cruised slowly. Aziz asked for the forest to show us something. Then we saw a boat in which everyone's eyes were fixed on the tall grass, and his request was honored, as if our hopes conjured the beasts.
She was hardly visible at first, but you could hear her. You could hear the grass rustling, hear her low pitched rumbles. Gradually her shape and color grew distinct. Elephant. She was such a sight. She was joined by another that we could mostly hear but not see. We watched until she vanished into the grass again. We thought that was our prize for the day and then we followed the sound of snapping grass to a male around a bend in the river. Before we knew it, we had hit the jackpot. Some were in clear view and some partial, but there were many. From the sounds and the movement of the grass, we could estimate at least a dozen elephants, maybe more. They were about 30 feet away from us, peacefully snacking on the grass and bathing themselves with dirt. One had a baby next to her.
We stayed and watched as long as we could but rather than the elephants leaving us, we had to leave them. We had gone so far and searched so long that it was starting to get dark. As we turned toward home an ominous black cloud loomed ahead while the sun sank behind us. The sky was brilliant and wildly colored. We knew what we were in for, but everyone was intoxicated from the elephant sighting. We almost made it before the clouds burst. The drenching rain, crackling thunder and electrified skies felt somehow the ideal finale to the whole experience. By the time we ran up the steps from the jetty to the dining hall the sky was black and the rain was pounding. We lost power for some time until the generators kicked in. Everyone remained until things calmed. Everyone was buzzing with memories of elephants.
At the end of the day even the blood loss was worth it. I love elephants. They have been my favorite wild animals for a long time. It was such a gift to see them in their natural environment. Their image remains in my imagination. I can still hear their gentle sounds and their thrilling trumpets.
Our last adventure was one more early morning cruise. This time we saw Proboscis monkeys that were much closer than the first time. I got to see their true shape and color and movements. They are so odd looking yet endearing at the same time. I enjoyed watching them.
After breakfast we departed the lodge and we made one last stop at a place called Gomantang Caves. I had read that there are hundreds of thousand bats there during the day. In the evening they swarm out and swiftlets (birds) swarm in for the night. These are the birds of bird's nest soup fame. Harvest time had just passed but workers were still guarding the cave because the nests are worth a fortune.
I noticed that ours was the only car on the road to the cave. I did read that the cave is covered in guano - the word for bat poop - I don't know why bat poop gets its own word, and that guano is a breeding ground for cockroaches so to skip the cave if you're squeamish. Why did we proceed? I don't have an answer to that one.
There is a forest reserve leading to the cave and we got to see another unexpected wild orangutan (barely) and a few red leaf monkeys which were cool. There was one other couple who went through the reserve and into the cave ahead of us. They returned while we were still looking at the monkeys and their talk was quite animated. I guessed later that they took one step in the cave and stepped right back out. Like sensible people.
We were warned it would be slippery, but nobody warned us about the smell. I don't know if I have words to describe it as it was like nothing we've smelled before. This won't be accurate, but the closest I could get in description is strong, stale coffee breath mixed with ammonia. It made our eyes tear. It was a short walk on a platform through the cave but not short enough. The bats were mostly on the ceiling which was very far away, but the cockroaches were everywhere. I just tried to look straight ahead and not touch anything. Once we came back out, the guide mentioned that it's not very popular with tourists. Really? Check bat cave off the list. Interesting to see; no need to ever see or smell again.
We were dropped off in Sandakan where we had hours to kill before our flight to KK. We revisited the same waterside restaurant before going to the airport. Our hotel in KK was conveniently located so it was only a ten minute walk to a waterfront area with some bars and restaurants where we were able to grab dinner. We flew from KK to Hong Kong the next morning. It felt good to be home and properly bathed.
Borneo was an uncommon, magnificent experience. Really, there were two distinctive experiences within one trip, each with its own outstanding features. There were labors included, but it was a soul-satisfying alternative to the ordinary, well worth the journey.
Well, Paul has been asking me if I've finished Borneo: The Book. Sorry for the length, but I didn't want to leave anything out.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Breathless
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We're back in gray, steamy Hong Kong after a week in Borneo. This is the first of a two-part tale since we visited two very different places within the week. Let me provide a quick explanation as to where and what Borneo is since most people even around here asked, "Where's that?" when we said we were going.
From Wikipedia:
Borneo is the third largest island in the world and is located at the center of Maritime Southeast Asia. Administratively, this island is divided between Indonesia (Kalimantan, population 12,000,000), Malaysia (Sarawak and Sabah, pop. 6,000,000) and Brunei (pop. 490,000)... Malaysia's region of Borneo is called East Malaysia or Malaysian Borneo.
We visited Sabah in Malaysian Borneo. There were many planes, boats and automobiles and necessary overnight stops involved in the journey and a lot of journeying involved overall. If it sounds complicated to plan, it was. I bungled parts of the arrangements no less than twice, but in the end everything came together.
Planning this trip was itself an exercise in decision making. If you're adventurous enough to head to Borneo to begin with, there are a handful of well-worn spots throughout Sabah, and amongst those places there are some widely varying options for accommodation, tours and packages. You can go the backpacker route and pay very little, or you can pay a lot more to get little more - but little things mean a lot. There's not much in the mid-range.
For example, on the second part of our trip we had these options: 1) An incredibly popular wildlife camp where you sleep on a mat on a floor in a three-walled room protected by mosquito netting with a cold water bucket for bathing. 2) Lodges with individual cabins of varying comfort with shared toilet and bath areas. 3) Lodges with individual cabins of varying comfort with attached individual bathrooms. I wouldn't exactly call #3 luxurious, but you essentially pay luxury prices because having your own bathroom in the jungle is more-or-less a luxury. We're in our thirties (holding on). We paid for the place with the beds and walls and individual bathrooms.
Part 1: Sipadan-Kapalai Dive Resort
Saturday, May 30, we had an afternoon flight to Kota Kinabalu, often referred to as KK. The city is the main gateway to the rest of Sabah. It also has beach resorts that some people we know have visited. After a couple hours layover we flew southeast to Tawau and arrived at the hotel at 10:15 p.m. Here's a summary of our stay: We ate a quick, late "meal" at KFC, regretted my choice of the filet sandwich, started spotting wildlife earlier than scheduled with a couple of rat sightings between KFC and the hotel, then went to sleep. The place I chose was basic in the truest sense since we were there for exactly 8.5 hours.
At 6:45 the next morning a driver met us for the two hour drive down to the port town of Semporna where we stopped at the office of the dive resort I had booked and then boarded a boat to Kapalai. Also on our flight to Tawau, in our van, and on our boat was a friendly couple from Toronto. We began talking in the van, and learned that William was originally from Hong Kong and his wife Joey was from Taiwan. They had just been visiting Hong Kong before Borneo. William was an experienced diver, but Joey was as new as we are.
Kapalai is an unusual destination; it's a water village constructed over an eroded sandbar surrounded by the sea. There is no land under, around or near the resort - just wooden stilts, walkways and a cluster of 57 chalets rising from the water. Some of the sandbar is visible at low tide. The surrounds are quite breathtaking. Wherever you are, walking to the dive center, walking to the dining area or to and from the chalets, you can look below and see all sorts of life swimming through the crystal waters.
Our chalet was spacious, comfortable and pretty. It was very open, with many large screenless windows and wide open doors to the back deck where you could look out over the water at the activity below. The variety of life that swam beneath our feet was amazing.
Our package included three meals a day which were buffet style and served in a common dining area. The food was plentiful but not remarkable and often inexplicably not hot. The dive center was fairly well organized and well stocked. We don't own our own gear besides small things like masks so we had to rent.
After a quick breakfast and orientation by a dive master, we changed and immediately went out on our first boat dive not far from the resort. Around Kapalai is what's called macro diving, which means you're looking for small things, like Mandarin fish at this site, not the big stuff. I was relieved that I shook off my new diver nerves fairly quickly and felt more comfortable than I thought I would after seven months since last diving in Australia.
I found the dive masters there to be knowledgeable and hospitable enough and helpful if you asked for help, but they seemed to lack a general enthusiasm in guiding us. One gave us very little briefing of what we might expect to see at a particular site and no post briefing of what he did point out during the dive. Another was more helpful and identified what she was pointing out by writing on a board under water. As Paul concluded, they didn't take anything away from the experience, yet they didn't add much either.
After lunch we had our second dive at another Kapalai site. We saw the largest green turtle we would see. I can't even estimate its size, but William said jokingly, "It was bigger than my dining room table. You could have dinner for four on it!"
One shortcoming of the resort was that there was nothing to do after diving activities ended. There were no TVs in the rooms so after dinner we strolled around. I don't know how everyone else was occupying themselves because we were alone mostly everywhere we walked. There were spots that seemed as if they had been intended for people to gather or drinks might be served, but those spots were unattended. The most wonderful thing was that the whole place was mosquito-free! I could go anywhere and not become a feast as I normally am outdoors. We tried to get to sleep early anyway since our dive boat was scheduled to leave for Sipadan at 5:30 the next morning.
The simple reason divers visit this area is Sipadan Island. Some of the best dive sites in the world are here and sighting of large marine life is common. A few years ago, all the resorts on the island were shut and relocated to nearby islands in order to protect the area. Also, a permit requirement was instated; only 120 visitor permits are issued each day for diving. It could be a real disappointment if it doesn't happen, but we followed the standard procedure of giving the resort our information beforehand and they applied for the permits for us. So we were relieved at the end of our first day to see our names on the roster for the next day. I guess they try to make the most of it because you get four boat dives in before lunch when typically you wouldn't do more than three dives in a day.
The alarm was set for 4:50. As it turned out, we didn't need it. The air had been palpably still that night when we went to sleep. At almost the very moment the alarm sounded, a shocking crack of thunder diminished it. It was still dark. Before we had time to rub the sleep from our eyes, we were racing around the room shuttering all the windows and doors. A tempest brewed in a matter of seconds. Terrifying thunder exploded; lightning illuminated the endless darkness, and the rain slashed at our shelter in the sea. It was exhilarating, to say the least.
Our worry was what to do about the trip to Sipadan. We didn't want to miss it, but it seemed dangerous to even step outside, never mind getting on a small boat. We waited it out and at around 5:30 the storm subsided. We hurried over to the dive center and others were just getting there and getting geared up also. We headed out into the grayness of the still unsettled morning.
The weather started getting rough... the tiny ship was tossed... just kidding. The Minnow was not lost.
After about a 20 minute trip, we plunged into our first dive of the morning with a group of six. The weather wasn't perfect and the water was a bit rough on the surface, but it was fine under water. There was indeed a lot to see: reef sharks, green turtles, lots of bumperhead parrotfish, which are pretty wild looking. The sharks were not as frightening as you might imagine. We're not talking about anything too massive. They just swim silently by.
After the first dive we rested on Sipadan Island. We saw more of the same on our second dive. Then we had breakfast on the island. Our third dive was at a site called Barracuda Point where, if you're lucky, you'll see huge schools of... barracuda. We weren't lucky, no tornado of barracuda. We didn't know until later that the best chance is early in the morning, so I'm not sure why it was our third stop.
I decided that three dives was enough for me. I didn't want to miss anything, but I listened to my body which told me I was done. Paul did the fourth dive. He said there was an impressive coral wall, but that I didn't miss anything I didn't see at the Great Barrier Reef. The dive master also led the group into a cave to the point of darkness which I'm not sure I would have enjoyed anyway.
We returned to Kapalai, ate lunch and took a well-deserved nap. The weather was lovely by the afternoon so we sat around watching the sun set. In some ways, you can't complain about having nothing to do.
After dinner, we sat on the back deck of the chalet and spotted turtles in the night sea. There was a light fastened underneath each deck. Something underwater nearby looked like a rock or a shadow at first. Then we heard a snorting sound in the distance. Eventually the shadow moved and came up for a snort of air and we realized that we were hearing the snorts of several other turtles out in the darkness. William and Joey were in the chalet next to us. They heard us, or we heard them, and William called over the wall, "Paul, is that you?" Paul responded and we jovially pointed out some turtles to each other. It was good to share a bit of camaraderie while enjoying the turtle watching. I could have watched them all night.
We had a much later start the next morning - 8:30. We went out to an island called Siamil. It was a 45 minute boat ride over rough water and the driver went very quickly so we bounced around a lot. The first dive was nothing special, more macro stuff. The dive master pointed some things out, but we had a bigger group so it's hard to gather around a tiny point of interest among a cluster of divers. After the dive, while we were resting on the island, Paul and I both decided to skip the second dive. We were both a little queasy, probably from the boat ride and rough water and just starting to grow tired. We went back to Kapalai for lunch and rested and felt better by the afternoon dive. That one was fortunately two minutes from the resort. We saw some interesting smaller things like ribbon eels, a cuttlefish, a lionfish and a baby octopus.
We had the option of sunset dives and even night dives and unlimited shore dives (from the jetty of the resort) but we didn't do anything in addition to the boat dives because we just didn't have the energy. Three submersions a day suffices for me so far. We also heard that the snorkeling around the resort was spectacular but again, this was vacation after all.
We said farewell to William and Joey at dinner that night. William showed us all the underwater pictures he had already uploaded to his laptop. He got a lot of good shots. We had hoped there might be underwater cameras available to rent as there were on our Australia trip (though they ran out then) but there were none. We're getting more comfortable under water, still I don't know how good we'd be at under water photography anyway. We may never know because the cameras and cases are so expensive! Hopefully William will email me a link to the photos, and if he does I'll share them. It's not really cheating if we saw a lot of the same things in the same places though on different days.
We packed that night in preparation for our 6:30 a.m. departure (I know!). I had to tear myself away from turtle watching to get to bed. We didn't need to wait till early morning for the storm that night. Just after I got into bed, I decided to get back up to move something inside that I had drying out on the deck. I just had a feeling. Maybe an hour later, I awoke to a cool, gentle breeze. Within seconds, no exaggeration - seconds, the wind was howling fiercely and we found ourselves rushing to shutter everything again. The rain was ushered by wind this time, no thunder or lightning, but I think the wind was more frightening. I told myself rationally that the builders of the resort must have taken into account regular storms such as these. The thought was only slightly comforting as we lay in our bed which was shaking within the chalet from the wind. Eventually exhaustion set in and we fell back asleep while the gusts continued.
The morning was clear and the boat ride back to Semporna was a lot calmer than previous ones and I enjoyed it. There was even a rainbow along the way. Kapalai was unique and enchanting, its setting soothing to the spirit.
Stay tuned for Part 2. There are mosquitoes and then some on the next leg of the journey.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Off the Wall
I think going forward I’ll use the 4 Ps below as my rating of the worthiness when visiting cities:
- Panoramic
- Places
- People
- Prominence
While the Summer Palace, Forbidden City, and Tienanmen Square were all impressive, I’d have to say the Great Wall earned the check mark here. Even through the fog it’s difficult to be unimpressed standing up there and seeing it stretch out along the hillside. Of course they could consider changing the name to the Great Staircase, because outside of a small stretch or two of flat surfaces you are either going up or down stairs of varying heights. But this deceit is slightly remedied by the toboggan ride back down.
Advanced age and weight had little impact on my skillz from the early days of Action Park as I pinned that throttle stick straight down and never looked back. I think I had time to use the restroom, learn some Mandarin and get my camera ready to take Lisa’s picture long before she ever came into sight. Unfortunately the real photo op was the wide eyed faces on the two guys working the end of the track as I came around that last bend at speeds not recommended by the makers of that attraction.
Places – In most major cities good restaurants and accommodations are expected. However we find the best ones are those that have places worth going outside of the city. This was one of the reasons we liked Portland so much. In less than 45 minutes we were on a beautiful beach, hiking in the mountains or in wine country. Then back to the city for a great meal and some local wine.
Some cities can earn a check here because the city itself is such a unique place to visit and you may have no time or desire to do anything else. I would say NY or Vegas could fall into this category.
Beijing was a unique combination, due to its size there were many great places to visit but technically they were all within the city.
People – Basically to pass mustard here I think the locals need to add to the experience and the tourist not take away. For me this is the one area where Beijing may have fallen short. Much of this has to do with the fact they have not jumped on the world’s belief that they have to know English. It’s not their fault (maybe even respectable) but it does take away from the experience.
There was one night we were stranded in the middle of nowhere and could not get a cab to our next destination. We finally got one cab driver to agree to take us back to our hotel and we started over from there (actually he dropped us at the hotel across the street, but we weren’t complaining at this point).
Standing outside the Forbidden City and across the street from Tienanmen Square a European girl, looking very relieved to see a Westerner (even most of the tourists were Asian), came up to me to ask how to get to the entrance of the City. Unfortunately we hadn’t even figured out how to cross the street yet and I wasn’t much help.
Hotel workers, waitresses and our driver in particular were all very nice. But at the end of the day this is part of their job. They struggled with English and getting directions or making reservations was difficult.
I had nothing against the locals, I just wouldn’t say they added to the experience. And the tourists were for the most part pushy. We even passed on looking at some attractions because we didn’t want to deal with it any more.
Prominence – The place / sights have some historical prominence. And I think it goes without saying that Beijing gets a check here.
Scoring System:
0 to 1: Not worthy of a visit - should be avoided if possible.
2: There may be something there worth seeing but no regrets if you don’t get there.
3: Worth making an effort to get there.
4: A must see place make every effort to get there.
So I would give Beijing a 3, well worth the trip but short of a must see.
Blog ya' later
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Revolution
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Last Thursday, May 14, we left for Beijing, China. We're still digging... just kidding.
Fortunately neither of us had a fever and we were allowed out of the airport after filling out consent forms and waiting on long lines as various officials made sure we were H1N1-free.
Sorry, this is a long one... We arrived at our hotel, The Regent, in the afternoon and ate lunch at the cafe there as it was an odd hour and we didn't see anything else appealing after a quick wander around outside. They served surprisingly good sandwiches. Our only plan for the evening was dinner at a place called Made in China nearby at the Grand Hyatt. We actually made the reservation about a week prior because I had been told by a couple of people that they had trouble getting into some popular places for dinner. And they start firing up the duck about 45 minutes before your arrival.
You see, when in Beijing the must-try thing is Peking Duck. We pre-ordered a half duck, which is not very big, so we could try other dishes. Everything we ordered was very tasty and the duck did not disappoint. It is carved in front of you and then they present it to eat three ways: in a thin pancake with onions, cucumber and plum sauce; sliced plain; and the crispy skin is to be dipped in sugar. It is pure heart disease on a plate. And tasty too. The place had a good atmosphere also, though we were tucked into an uninteresting corner. I used the ladies' room and was amused to find an ashtray attached to the wall right next to the toilet paper. At least there was toilet paper, but more later on the challenging rest stops of China.
Also in the Hyatt was a bar called Red Moon. A friend of mine mentioned it otherwise I probably wouldn't have known it was there. It was a pretty cool bar. It is hidden by a mirrored door which slides open as you enter. The front part was a large bar and the back room was cozy, smoke-filled and music-filled. The music came in the form of a live female quartet, a singer, keyboardist and two traditional Chinese instrument players. The singer showed some verve, but the other three wore comically bored expressions. I imagined their Chinese parents' disappointment that all those music lessons landed their daughters playing in a smoky hotel bar. They were definitely campy and a little corny but totally fun to listen to and played some surprising covers.
The next morning we were out the door around 7 a.m. to see The Great Wall. You may have heard of it. There are different sections you can access and I was advised by friends and travel books to skip the one closest to Beijing as it it is where all the tour buses go. I was also advised to go early to beat the crowds. There's no need for a tour, but we needed a ride there. I read many references online to a guy named John, so I looked him up and he was available, and he was waiting for us at 7 outside the hotel. He drove faster than you would believe, honked at everything and passed anything on legs or wheels. But we made it there.
Obligatory description of the guide: he was a very hospitable young man who spoke English well. He has a daughter and he's glad she's learning English in primary school because he didn't start until middle school and it was harder to learn later. He didn't go to university but he has hopes for his daughter (then it dawned on me that he's only allowed one child). He's lived in Beijing his whole life as have his parents and grandparents. His wife is from a far-away town along the Yangtze River and her hometown is the farthest he's traveled. He drove a cab for nine years and has been driving tourists with his own car for four years. He learns things from tourists from around the world, like the word 'tchotchkes' for describing what's sold at most markets. He threw in some unsolicited praise for the government, and even for good old Mao. And he pointed out how Buicks are very popular in Beijing and how Americans have told him they're not so popular in America. One of the last things he pointed out was a Haagen Daz store near our hotel. He said he only had it once because it's very expensive; he knew the price - I don't remember what it was - but he exclaimed, "But if you want ice cream, there it is, no problem!"
We went to a section of the Wall called Mutianyu, about 90 minutes outside Beijing. We did beat the crowds at first. There is a cable car that takes you up to the the hilltops to reach the Wall and we were the only souls on it. Within an hour, the place grew more populated, but it wasn't too bad. It was colder than we thought it would be but after climbing up and down steps along the wall we warmed up pretty quickly. I just kept thinking to myself, "I'm on The Great Wall of China." More than once I said out loud, "No thanks, no bananas," to the few vendors who each tried to push bananas. Why bananas?
Our only disappointment was that it was a very gray day. It had rained the night before, so at least we were lucky enough to miss the rain, but visibility was rather low. I would have loved to see the Wall trailing along the vast green mountains in the distance, but we could mostly only see the section or two in front of us. What can you do? You can toboggan down The Great Wall, that's what!
Alright, it's not really down the Wall itself, but there is a toboggan running down the hills along the Wall. I had trouble envisioning this proposition and wondered if it breached some sort of World Heritage site etiquette, but if it appears tacky, then they shouldn't make it so much fun! I have never actually tobogganed but I wonder what other great, ancient stone fortifications might boast them, because I'll visit. Paul went first and for some reason a worker followed closely behind me. Maybe I looked inexperienced. Since Paul finished first, he caught a picture of me coming around the final bend.
After the Wall adventure, we headed over to the Summer Palace, which didn't feel so summery on such a hazy day. We certainly didn't beat any crowds there. We strolled around for a couple of hours and battled the streams of red hatted tour groups. What's the point of the red hats if nine out of ten groups are wearing them?
I don't want to scare anyone off from visiting this side of the world (who am I kidding?) but it's a good thing the aches from climbing along the Wall hadn't set into my legs yet. To visit China, you need to be flexible, have good balance, carry your own Kleenex at all times, and a dulled sense of smell wouldn't hurt. In modern, comfortable establishments there are modern, comfortable facilities but in rural or older places, like the Summer Palace for example, there are more rustic devices. I didn't get my own shot but here's one for you of a typical squatter toilet. If you find yourself in that situation, another tip is to roll up the hems of your pants first.
John drove us home after the Summer Palace and along the way he drove past the Olympic Stadium and pulled over for a minute so we could take a picture - the perfect amount of time to spend on that activity. Then he gave us some recommendations for our next day. He told us our hotel, in a fairly posh area, was just around the corner from "shopping street" and "snack street" but the snack vendors didn't open till 5 p.m. so we never timed it right to have a snack or even a visit at that time. I might have seen some starfish-on-a-stick or something else worth detailing or photographing (but not eating).
We did have Peking Duck again that night - what, don't you expect us to perform appropriate comparison tests? I would say that both Made in China and Da Dong Roast Duck restaurant lived up to expectations. Da Dong was lower on atmosphere but the duck might have been just slightly better. We went to a bar called Face after dinner. Not bad.
We slept a little later the next day, had a very good breakfast at the hotel, then headed out towards Tianenman Square and the Forbidden City. Again, my guidebook provided accurate warnings on typical scenarios, and we were befriended by two art students who walked along with us and chatted the whole way. They were visibly disappointed when we didn't stop at their art studio to $look$ at their art. At least they put in the time and the talk. We were hit up by about 30 more art this-or-that solicitors around the Forbidden City later on.
The day started out very gray once again, which is why I took our sunglasses out of my bag when we were leaving the hotel. Do I need to tell you how brightly the sun started shining once we were around the corner? FYI, We're not trying to look quizzical in all the pictures from that afternoon.
Once we figured out that you had to cross the street underground, we made it to Tienenman Square. Paul will correct me if I'm wrong, but it might have been he who said, "You see, the thing about squares is, there's not a lot going on." A square is just that.
Personally, I tried to not imagine hundreds of students being gunned down by tanks (20 years ago next week) but it's hard to un-imagine.
Next we entered the Forbidden City. We rented audioguides and headphones which were pretty cool. The recording started playing automatically when you walked past each area. It was impressive, but many things looked the same to me. Sorry I didn't label the photos more specifically, but most of the buildings have names that have to do with harmony and tranquility. Oh, and of course there were countless red hats. We tried to walk to find a tea house for a refresher after that but we only earned blisters instead and hopped in a cab and had tea at the hotel.
That night, we ate at a noodle place I found in my guidebook. Had I known it was out in the middle of who-knows-where and that getting a cab back would be a challenge, I might have passed, but I'm glad we didn't. Noodles were the specialty but in our fashion of ordering too much, we got to taste other dishes and everything was good. I had noodles "in the shape of cat's ears." I surveyed; they were too small to be actual cat's ears. They were delicious even if they were. We hopped to a few different bars later with drastically differing atmospheres without locating one with the charm that Red Moon had.
Our flight was in the late afternoon on Sunday, so after breakfast we went over to an area called Hou Hai to check out one of many old hutongs. They're neighborhoods of "old Beijing" without the modern embellishments. It was interesting to see, though one stretch we walked along was totally existent for tourists, with men offering tours and "rickshaw" rides which are actually just bicycle drawn carts. Paul said he might have taken one if they were real rickshaws. Other surrounding parts that looked more authentic seemed as if you would be intruding if you entered the gates. After lunch we tried to find a park that appeared as if we must be just outside the walls on the map, but we surrendered to a cab and eventually realized on the way back to the hotel that the park was still quite a distance.
Beijing is huge and very sprawling, nothing like Hong Kong, and maps hardly helped. We were able to walk to one of the restaurants and to the Forbidden City, but everything else was a fare for a cab driver. We had no real trouble with cabs since we planned ahead and the hotel staff would write down locations in Chinese for the drivers. Hardly anyone outside of hotels and restaurants speaks English so it could have been troublesome. The traffic is heaving and pedestrians DO NOT have the right of way. You have to rotate your head in every direction and say a little prayer when crossing streets. No wonder John was such an aggressive driver.
We enjoyed Beijing. Hope you enjoy the pictures. Wish we could share some of the food we tasted.
I also hope everyone had a nice long weekend, and remember to recognize what Memorial Day is for. There's a holiday here this Thursday, but Paul will work as usual. Then off to the jungle!
P.S. I prefer the more well known version of "Revolution" but I could barely locate this one. It'll work.
P.P.S... And two days later I lost it. How does The Beatles' music manage to remain untouchable? I know about Apple's iTunes situation but playlist.com too?
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
If You Love Somebody (Set Them Free)
The quarantine of the hotel guests at the Metro Park Hotel in Wan Chai ended last Friday, one week after it began. Paul and I were unfortunate enough to decide we felt like going to the Outback Steakhouse that night, which is next door to the hotel. No steak for us. You would think Brangelina were about to exit the place. In typical sensational Hong Kong style, people lined the streets waiting to see the detainees exit onto the waiting coaches. Of course, news crews and photographers were also camped out. What a stay to remember for those people.
We're now crossing our fingers that neither of us will come down with any kind of fever by Thursday. A friend of mine just went to a beach resort in Mainland China and she reported that as soon as the plane's engines shut off, masked forces came on board to take every passenger's temperature and they were not allowed to disembark until they were cleared and filled out a consent form. We're supposed to fly to Beijing Thursday. Quarantine is not part of the itinerary. I won't be posting for about a week. When we're back, you'll either see stunning pictures of The Great Wall or 176 pictures of Paul wearing a pillow case on his head in different fashions.
I've been the busy travel agent recently. Only two weeks after Beijing we are going to Borneo for a week. I'm very excited. You can read a lot about seeing an orangutan in the wild, but if I actually do... wow. I don't know exactly what to expect, except that it will probably be one of the wildest and most exotic things we will do in our lives. There will be jungle trekking. There will be diving, as it's one of the world's top destinations. Great Barrier Reef, Borneo... we start big.
The weather here has been shockingly pleasant. As I've watched the temperatures start to climb since March, I dreaded each degree because this time last year was already uncomfortably hot and humid. I know it can't last - it will be about 88 today - but I'm thankful for so many unexpected, beautiful spring days up till now. We've tried to take advantage of them, as Paul mentioned in the previous post.
Last week I went on a junk trip (sounds more old fashioned than it is - it's just a typical boat) to Lamma Island with a group from the American Women's Association (AWA). The weather was perfect. We ate lunch over there and enjoyed the ride each way. The next day, I actually ended up back on Lamma for a hike, also with the AWA. They do various hikes, some advanced and some they call "easy hikes." This was an easy hike, so they said. Let's just say that I won't be joining the advanced hiking group any time soon. But I met some new people and I'm doing another one tomorrow.
This past Sunday, we went to brunch with a small group at a place called Top Deck which is part of a "floating restaurant" called Jumbo. You take a small boat a very short distance over to Jumbo. As a good brunch must have here, there was free-flowing Champagne. Again, it was perfect weather and a lovely way to spend the day. Interestingly, it was arranged by my friend Victoria who's pregnant and couldn't enjoy the Champagne herself. Oh yeah, there was food too.
The temperature will inevitably climb, but here's to hoping that it won't rain for 30 days straight as it approximately did last June.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Cat Scratch Fever
Ironically this is the sister establishment of a hotel of the same name in Kolwoon, where the first case of SARS was detected in HK years ago. Due to the SARS tragedy there is probably not a more prepared country on the planet to deal with a pandemic (they have over 20MM tablets of tamiflu and a population of 7MM people – the US only has enough for about 25% of their population).
Metro Park Hotel, Wan Chai
The hotel and surrounding block was immediately sealed off and all guests are quarantined for the next 7 days. I can’t imagine a more painful way to spend a vacation then in a budget hotel around the corner from the HK red light district. Of course this makes me think they may have encapsulated a lot more disease than they bargained for – and imagine that middle aged gentlemen now stuck with his non-English speaking “friend” for the next week. I think there’s a movie in there somewhere, or possibly an edgy Odd Couple like sitcom.
Guests that were out of the hotel when it was closed off were given the choice to either return and stay inside for the seven days, or go elsewhere and leave all of their belongings for the week. The hotel has no bar, gym or pool and only a very local Chinese restaurant – good times.
Front of Hotel on Sunday Morning
We found out about the outbreak when attending a dinner party around the block (the other way) from our building. It was a new Japanese fusion restaurant, which was really more of an upscale steak and seafood restaurant with sides like wasabi mashed potatoes.
There were about 15 guests which is not an easy feat to pull off as most people shy away from the area and tend to gravitate to the more worn out paths of Central and Lan Kwai Fong. The restaurant was very nice and both the service and food were above par if not special.
As most people arrived by cab, their drivers felt the need? pride? morbid curiosity? to drive their passengers by the hotel and show them the surrounding circus of activity. Not to minimize the devastation SARS had caused, but there is a tendency to sensationalize events here. You would be shocked by the lines and media coverage every time a new 20 dollar bill is released, which is not infrequent.
Still going....
Following a quick after dinner drink most of the party fled back to the comfort zone of LKF. Lisa and I dropped off and called in an early night as we had plans to go to Cheung Chau the next day for a nice out door lunch and cocktails with some friends. However once home we confirmed the island was having its annual “bun festival” the next day and large crowds were expected. Seeing this put a damper on our plan to spend a casual day out on what was predicted to be a beautiful day we called the plan off.
We spent some time just walking around the next day (we get about 2 nice days a year) and then called several restaurants with alfresco dining but were unable to get a reservation. So not wanting to give up on the lovely weather we did what anyone would do and went to the mall.
Malls here are quite different then in the US. Most are either part of office buildings or hotels and it’s where you find many 5 star restaurants. On the 4th floor of IFC (the giant building in the last Batman movie) is an outdoor terrace with several restaurants over looking the water. There are public tables and chairs available with views across the harbor. You’re free to bring your own food and drink and just hang out, or like most people, grab something from one of the restaurants.
Picture of IFC from our temporary housing
We met a couple we are friends with there that share our fondness for good wine and fine food and just hung out and enjoyed the weather and then grabbed a table in one of the outdoor restaurants that turned us down over the phone (see previous post).
We’re now looking forward to our trip to Beijing next Thursday and Lisa is frantically trying to plan a June trip the jungles of Borneo. So hopefully some more exciting photos and posts to come shortly.
But for now I’ll blog ya’ later.





















