Saturday, June 30, 2012

You say hello, I say goodbye


My year abroad has come to an end.

I am both depressed and elated. My uterus can’t handle so many emotions!

This year has undoubtedly been the best year of my life thus far. Up until this point, I had always been a very negative person. Rarely found myself completely happy or fulfilled, and even if there was a sliver of joy in my life at any point in time, I always found something else to complain about and always wished for more.

Going abroad has made me extremely appreciative of what I already have, be it little or a lot, but more important, has made me a much, MUCH happier person. There were times when I’d be sitting outside a cafe in Vietnam drinking the best damn coffee in the universe, or on the train in Tokyo adjacent from a group of 5 teenage girls in Pokemon costumes, or trying not to get killed dodging motorbikes during rush hour…that I would stop, and just realize in that moment how completely fulfilled I am. And not wish for anything more, because all I had was all I needed. That hasn’t happened at all before this year.

I am not sure yet how to make the transition from this past year to this coming year so that I can retain my sanity and appreciation for life. Moving to New York will be such a different experience than living in Saigon. Anywhore, for funsies, I made a list of random good things about both the US and Vietnam. A marriage of the two would make the perfect place to live! Let's make that happen now, ok?

US
Vietnam

•     Free refill on drinks
•     People say please, thank you, and excuse me
•     Women can be independent and treated with respect
•     People actually care about things like animals, world peace, and the environment
•     People wait in line
•     Anything can be super-sized
•     There are actually standards when it comes to things like food, safety, security, cleanliness, etc.
•     Wal-mart
•     The amount of money you pay for something and the quality of the good/service are directly proportional
•     Technology is affordable
•     Pop culture
•     Every other country knows the going-ons of the US
•     There are a opportunities for people from all backgrounds
•     You can be a vegetarian/vegan pretty easily if you choose
•      People are free to express their feelings and are generally sympathetic towards your misfortunes
•     America is very diverse and it’s OK to be different
•     Cheap shit
•     There are very few hard/violent crimes
•     Things/food/goods/services are sold everywhere and very easily accessible
•     They give you a wet wipe everywhere you go
•     People generally don’t give two fucks, especially over stupid shit
•     Excellent 2 hour massages are like 10 bucks
•     Everyone is generally hilarious
•     Juices, shakes, smoothies made with real fruits and ingredients
•     Motorbikes are very easy to own, park, and navigate
•     Water is much cheaper than soft drinks
•     It’s almost impossible to eat a bad meal
•     People are very open and nonjudgmental towards religion
•     Coffee is divine and infinitely better than Starbucks
•     Very easy/inexpensive to get from one place to another
•     There’s always a quick fix for everything
•     People are always welcoming. Mi casa es su casa



Mostly this.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Traveling is NOT fun

To anyone who thinks traveling is all fun and games: it's not.

Traveling can literally be a 9-5 job, where you have deadlines to meet and lots of shit to get taken cared of. Unless you’re one of those people who like all-inclusive 4 day 3 night getaway packages to Aruba where you do nothing but tan on the beach next to all the other fat topless Europeans, you should devote a bit of sweat, blood, and tears to crafting a well-planned independent schedule. The best travel is one that consists of very little sleep and a good amount of physical pain.

You like this kinda shit? Well work for it. We endured this bitch of a hike for two hours while being shat on constantly by the sun.


The enviable vacation pictures you see of sandy beaches, sunsets, stunning vistas from mountaintops, delicious local cuisine, and famous cultural landmarks consist of only 10% of actual travel. The other 90% involve sleepless nights on crowded buses with people packed in like sardines, sweating between the devil’s ass cheeks in 110 degree weather on your 4 hour trek up some mountain, downing Pepto Bismal at 2am in the midst of a diarrhea storm, shoving hordes of Chinese tourists aside to get a people-less picture of that gorgeous temple at the asscrack of dawn, getting lost then asking for directions then getting lost again, waiting in never ending lines to get anything from visas to train tickets to reservations to that popular restaurant, the list goes on.



Did you like my pics of the Banaue rice terraces? When I look back at these photos, it reminds me not of the stunning landscape, but rather the epically shitty journey to the top. The night of travel, we got to the bus station too damn late and were the last ones to get tickets. They ensured us “seats,” which turned out to be fucking LAWN CHAIRS placed in the middle of the tiny isle in a packed overnight 10-hour bus ride. We stopped 4 times for bathroom breaks, of which I had to move aside so everyone in the back and climb over my body to get out of the bus, leaving shoeprints all over my face in the process. I didn’t sleep a wink, not to mention the AC was on full blast and gave me frostbite and pneumonia. We arrived at 5am in the morning and immediately embarked on a 5 hour back breaking trek up hundreds of steep stone steps to get up to the all-important viewpoint. As soon as we got back from the hike, you guessed it, another equally enjoyable overnight bus to our next destination. *SARCASM*

Least flattering picture of me ever taken. Yes that is a plastic fucking lawn chair I am sitting on. Sleep? Forget about it.

Hiking is fun! NOT. This is what happens when you're enough of a dumbass to wear FLIP FLOPS to a trek. Oh, and the sky decided to piss on me that day too, turning the entire dirt hill into quicksand.

Our guide said, No worries, I know a river coming up where you can wash your feet and shoes. This was the "river."

Yes, I hiked barefoot through rocky disgusting AIDS infested trails for about 2 hours. I now have every disease known to mankind.

I came, I saw, I fell in the mud, I conquered.


How about my beautiful Angkor Wat at sunrise pictures? That’s of the good side of the lake. Here’s the side where I was standing.

Fucking mobbed by asian tourists.


You like having cute outfits to take pictures in, do you? Have fun lugging all your shit around with you for 3 weeks. Or are you a conservative traveler? Well, enjoy the smell of your sweatshirt after wearing it 6 days in a row in tropical humidity. Packing is a lose-lose situation.

I like how I decided to throw my tiny contact lens case into an ocean full of clothes. Now I am blind, wearing sunglasses indoors, and trying to find my eye vision. Brilliant.

This laptop is both awesome and the fucking bane of my existence. It weighs almost 15 pounds and is unbearable to travel with, yet I've still managed to lug it everywhere with me. Pro.


Japan was probably my single most fantastic travel experience. However, I slept no more than 4 hours a night, spent almost 4-5 whole days out of the 3 weeks basically sitting on a train in transit twiddling my thumbs, labored hours over planning every minute of the day down to the very last detail, etc. By the end of the trip, I don`t think I`ve ever been more sore or exhausted in my entire life – my body was BEAT. On the flip side, I made the most of my time and got to travel all over the country!

Traveling all of Japan in 2.5 weeks. Made possible by the shinkansen.


#1 traveling-like-a-pro tip: Sleep anywhere, anytime you can.

When you've had the misfortune of landing in a shitty airport like Kuala Lumpur that's 2 hours from civilization and you've got another plane to catch at 4 in the morning, pick your favorite potted plant and set up camp.

Person next to you missed their flight? SWEET.

On a boat? Doesn't matter. Had sleep.

The old tray table trick. Works flawlessly.

If you can find seats in the waiting area without arm separators, you've struck gold. Lay the fuck down and go to sleep.

Shitty weather? Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Our guide comes prepared, rain or shine.

Rain AND wind? Fuck you!

If your hotel has AC, consider yourself one lucky motherfucker. Often, it can get too cold but the hotel won’t provide blankets because of the tropical weather. If this happens, assume the following positions.

Look at that. Perfect posture.

The Egyptian. Good for maximum blanket coverage.


Oh you like 5 star hotels do you? Well fuck you, not everyone is loaded. My lodging philosophy is to find the rattiest shittiest hostel and stick with that for a week, then save up to splurge on something nice. Of course, only take pics of the nice place and brag to all your friends afterwards.

This is often the reality (negative stars, enjoy the free herpes!)

This is what I'd post on my blog (5 star Ana Mandara resort in Hue, our "room" was a two story apartment)


Murphy`s Law holds true: anything that can go wrong WILL go wrong. Missed flights, lost baggage, hidden fees, scams, medical emergencies, getting in trouble with the local police, pick pocketing, losing your shit, getting ripped off, broken electronics, and so on are all fair game when it comes to traveling. The worst thing that can possibly happen is dying or losing your passport (dying`s probably the lesser evil). SO, if neither has happened, consider it a lesson learned and move on!

You've managed to lose this have you? Simply proceed to the nearest bridge and jump off of it. Quick painless death is infinitely better than the bureaucratic nightmare you'll have to deal with while in a foreign country with no passport or way home.


Foreign money. Looks cool at first, becomes annoying as shit later on. In my humble opinion, the US currency is the most sensible and should be the goddamn world standard. It’s not too big, not too small, fits into any wallet, all the same color, doesn’t have any weird plastic or glitter or gaudy gold trimmings, has a DIFFERENT person on each bill, and the numbers are small enough to be easily distinguishable and countable. The fucking Vietnamese DONG, on the other hand, has like a zillion 0’s, comes in all colors of the goddamn rainbow, and very easy to confuse. My biggest mistake? Confusing the 20000 with the 500000 ($1 vs $25). You try going through these quickly when your motorbike driver is hurrying you to get the fuck off his bike. Let’s just say someone got PAID that day.

Who designed these? A preschooler with down syndrome?


In summary: traveling be stressful as FOCK. 
(But also supremely rewarding and worth every headache)

The story of the hat

Finally I has internets! Went on a blogging spree. Just posted about Bagan and Jellyfish Lake, in addition to the Thailand one previously.

I found Burmese people to be the most genuinely curious, friendly, and gentle people I've ever met. They will go out of their way to talk, and often to help, a foreign visitor. I'd like to share a funny mishap that turned out to be an awesome photographic incident.

This story takes place on a picturesque teak bridge in Mandalay

Camwhoring on the bridge with my kewl new hat before sundown

Huge gust of wind came by and blew my shit in the lake. It sank.

I sads.

Random man on a boat comes to my rescue and hurriedly paddles over

My knight in Burmese armor

Against all our protests, he quickly strips and dives headfirst into the lake. Goes under for like 15 minutes. We keep yelling for him to get out. I feel like a total prissy bitch at this point.

He was soooo nice. What a random act of kindness. People rarely do such things for you without expecting something in return.

Dirty hat but happy heart :)

I felt like a friggin celebrity in this country. Most tourists are white Europeans and some East Asians. Burmese people found me very strange looking apparently and asked about me everywhere we went because I had a tan just like them but I wasn't wearing traditional clothes or thanaka on my cheeks. One man said, "You are dark...and your hair is black...so you are Asian. But you live in America. But you are Asian still." Wisest words ever spoken.

To avoid confusing them any further, I gave in and let a cute local girl give me the Burmese makeover.

Feels like Play-doh

Ta-da! I'm totally Burmed out.

Burma Part 1: Bagan


Where to even start talking about Burma (Myanmar)? Anywhere would be a good starting point, because no one knows shit about this country! It’s the least visited, most mysterious and misunderstood, and utterly the most fascinating place in all of Asia, where time has seemingly stood still for centuries.



Coming to Burma, I was told that it would be extremely dangerous, that I should be very careful, and that it's an utterly devastated country. Even though Myanmar was declared one of the axes of evil by our own president, nothing could be farther from the truth. I have never been to a more peaceful, serene, or friendlier place.

Men in Myanmar wear skirts. Despite our perceptions of masculinity, I found this quite charming.

Burmese women usually put thanaka on their cheeks. This serves as both makeup and a skin protectant. Very striking. You don't see this anywhere else that's for sure...

Rarely is a country as beautiful as its people.


Burma is a people photography paradise.

Nothing I can write will truly change people’s negative stereotypes about this beautiful place, nor can I possibly convey through words how stunning of a country Burma has proven to be, so rather than ramble on and on like a mad cow, enjoy these pictures from Bagan, an ancient city with absolutely the most amazing temple complex in the world (that sadly no one knows about).

Temple studded hills and grasslands as far as the eye can see...there are literally thousands upon thousands.


Amazing feats of humankind everywhere you look



If a country had just one of these temples, people would go out of their way to see it and it'd be a tourist attraction in and of itself. Here, each temple is unique and different...you can literally spend weeks getting lost in Bagan.



Gold, silver, white, red...I can't even begin to imagine how long it must have taken Bagan to become what it is today. And to think, a majority of these temples have already been destroyed by natural disasters and still there are so many left!




This makes Cambodia’s Angkor Wat look like total shit. Oh wait, it already made itself look like total shit by being a fucking Ringling circus. Here in Bagan, it’s just me, my camera, amicable curious locals, and a sea of beauty. Serenity at last.


Literally no tourists for miles

Overlooking the temples at dawn

Everywhere we went, the locals were so curious and friendly. Usually in other Asian countries, I find that locals can be very judgemental because I have an Asian face but I'm wearing westernized clothing with American mannerisms, and apparently this is not OK. But here, they're so eager to know more about the outside world, with no ulterior motives.











I can say without a doubt Burma is my favorite country in Southeast Asia (even more so than Vietnam, which kills me to say because I love, love Vietnam). My travel buddy who has been to 50+ countries says that this is by far the best, most picturesque country in the world.








Gold everywhere

Even the monestaries are super badass.

I can't make up my mind between Japan and Burma though. They couldn’t be any more different! One is a global powerhouse that is probably the most developed and sophisticated society on earth, and the other is the exact opposite in terms of development, but somehow this makes it equally wonderful in a weird way. I could spend forever here and not feel like I’m missing anything.

A traditional Burmese meal is comprised of many, many dishes and usually buffet style. I'm sitting in front of 25 plates, all of which were very delicious (and surprisingly spicy)!

Burmese food is excellent, the only cuisine other than Vietnamese that I like in SE Asia. Dinner by the lake doesn't hurt either.

Forget everything you've heard about this country. Come see it for yourself (fucking cheesy, I know).