Vietnam is a bit of everything. It’s South East Asia at its best and worst. Overwhelming to not only the taste buds, but also the ears, nose and sometimes lungs from the dry hacking of exhaust. It’s definitely a place where you can sit on a street side stoop and have some of the best spiced chicken pho the world has to offer while enjoying some of the worst beer in the world. At the end of the day your tummy will be full and happy and the rest of you will likely want to sit in a sensory deprivation chamber devoid of all earthly stimuli. Read more
I think about the month I backpacked Thailand in 2009 often.
Sometimes I just can’t pull myself to write about work, although some patients are amusing…..
I’ve decided to break up the monotony by inserting random entries from my travel journals…
Laos is long considered the undiscovered beauty of Southeast Asia. Floating down the Mekong in a two day long flat bottom boat trip its easy to let all the hustle and bustle of Thailand melt away as you sip on a nice 2 dollar bottle of tiger whiskey while the river’s surreal landscape lazily passes by. But with all the sites and potential cultural experiences that a country such as Laos has to offer ask anyone on the backpacking circuit what you should do with your time there, and the answer will always be the same. Tubing!! In the month leading up to Laos the legend of the small town of Vang vieng and their notorious tubing began to unfold in the shadows of random hostels. Rumors of riverside bars that played continuous family guy episodes 24/7, hidden jungle bars, and death defying water slides were really the only things anyone ever mentioned when talking about Laos. In fact trying to extract anymore information about what to do in Laos other than debauchery from the early 20 year old crowd was about as pointless as trying to get a fair cab in Bangkok. Read more
I never planned to devote to much time in Malaysia, but then again I never really plan. Lodged between Southern Thailand and Indonesia Malaysia is a country of contrast. Kuala Lumpur the countries ultra modern capital is worlds apart from the primitive rainforest in the middle of the country that is one of the oldest and best preserved in the world. Read more
As I was leaving Bali I managed to have one last adventure. About 35 minutes before my flight to Kuala Lumpur was scheduled to leave I we3nt to pay my bill at the airport restaurant and my credit card was MIA. Trying to stay calm I realized I had left it at a surf shop in downtown Kuta earlier in the day when I had bought a pair of shorts. I managed to convince a shop owner to help me. He connected me to the surf shop I spoke with a girl named Putu on the phone and they indeed had my card. Several options went racing though my head. With only 30 min before my flight was leaving I limited options. Read more
The first stop on the two month journey around SE Asia was the Philippines as we were in commute to Bali. We had to fly into Manila, drive to the distant city called Angeles or something like that and find a hotel for the night to catch a different flight the next day. From reviews on wikitravel it seemed that it was a small enough city with plenty of hotels, so i didn’t bother to book ahead. I soon learned why a smaller city with a small commuter airport has so many hotels. As the main road started to open up to the downtown the streets became flooded with legions of Filipino girls. They didn’t appear that trashy at first, some of course were, but most of them dressed as if they were going out for the night like you would expect a 20 something year old girl to if she was in the states. Naturally every hotel was full, we literally went to nine different hotels before we found a room. I reached a point where I just didn’t care anymore, I just wanted something that didn’t charge by the hour. What I thought was really incredible was the sheer amount of girls that crowded these streets. We drove down alleys where no one else was and it was lined with girls. The ratio of hookers to guys walking around was maybe 10 or 15 to one. When a lone white guy wondered into the street they would grab and fight for him like a school of hungry fish. Our cab driver made the off comment on the subject by saying “The Girls are hunting tonight”. If I even made eye contact through the window of the car they would start knocking on the window. Read more