The Palace complex is…
The Palace complex is also famous and doesn’t make you feel too bad.
The orange robed monks make such a dramatic view whenever they appear. The guide would always call out for them to wait-a-minute so the group could catch a shot.
Monks here are making offerings of flowers, incense, and candles for the benefit of a young very well dressed woman who has paid them to create this generously sized ceremony on her behalf, to relieve her of her recent misdeeds. I was just sitting on the floor watching and she took it upon herself to explain which was very cool.
Lonely Planet’s Top Ten Kings of Angkor: Jayavarman II (802-50), Indravarman I (877-89), Yasovarman I (889-910), Jayavarman IV (928-42), Rejendravarman II (944-68), Jayavarman V (968-1001), Suryavarman I (1002-49), Udayadityavarman II (1049-65), Suryavarman II (1112-52), and Jayavarman VII (1181-219). You can easily see why it was so difficult to follow who did what when!
We’re up early for a full day of temple viewing in the Angkor complex. There are dozens of amazing sites including of course the Big Daddy, Angkor Wat.
I’m going to be filling in the story for the next day or two. It’s a Very long story. The building occurred from around 850ad through around 1200 and you’ll see how complicated it all must be – with complex social and religious symbolism, various purposes for the temples and palaces, kings and gods up the ka-zoo-ly, …some forgotten and re-found, others continually in use, and not to overlook the generations of Tomb Raiders.
The next morning I was a little cranky with Phnom Penh and was feeling like a very bad tourist. Bad tourist. I knew I should go see the renowned Genocide Museum. I should. I even headed out in that direction but I just didn’t Want to go to see the Genocide Museum renowned for its power to make you feel like sh*t.
This is the National Museum that contains many original sculptures from the Angkor complex put here to protect them from looters.
Angkor Thom is a gigantic fortified city built around the model of the Hindu Mt Meru surrounded by the oceans. The main temple is called Bayon. All the information in quotes is from Lonely Planet’s Cambodia guide.
“Unique even among its cherished contemporaries, Bayon epitomises the creative genius and inflated ego of Cambodia’s legendary king Jayavarman VII. …locals suggest that the Khmer empire was divided into 54 provinces at the time of Bayon’s construction, hence the all-seeing eyes of Avalokiteshvara (or Jayavarman VII) were keeping watch on the kingdom’s outlying subjects.”
More, until we finally arrived in Phnom Penh to be greeted by hordes of shouting tuk-tuk drivers demanding that they saw you first and they should be the one to drive you to your hotel which is not a good hotel because they know a better hotel for cheap and you Have to let them drive you.
The Terrace of Elephants served as a base for the king’s grand audience hall in Angkor Thom.
It was relatively peaceful here and we liked that. Staging your visits to the various sites to get the best light and avoid the crowds as much as possible is definitely tricky.
This chapter featured my old pals Leslie Ruff and Julie Ruff and a bunch of their friends.
During the terror of the Khmer Rouge these were used as swords to effect executions. The stories of those years and the aftermath – it is as awful as you ever imagined.
This complex was quite off the beaten path and hence more easily looted. Again, a few of the more dramatic pieces are removed to the National Museum in Phnom Penh.
Here you can see the reconstruction technique whereby missing pieces are replaced with blocks from the original quarries without an effort to recreate the carvings.
And then even Later after Another several hours we changed to a really messed up bus that bounced like the proverbial e-ticket ride along the rutted roads.
More. Then we finally got to the Cambodian border and that took a couple of hours and then we changed boats into a pretty nasty affair and no longer did children run out to wave a greeting.
December 22 and 23
Here is an introductory photo of me and the six people with whom I’ll be spending the next few days. From the left: Ann, Jane, Julie, Max, Leslie, me, and Jim. Leslie and Julie met Jim in some work situation many years ago. Ann is Jim’s wife, Max is his son, and Jane is his sister.
Ann is a Foreign Officer with the Commerce Department and Jim, Ann, and Max are living in Bangkok now. Jane is visiting from Boston.
This is a very small section from a carved arch telling a long story about how one god killed another and what he had to give up to do it. Notice the smaller figures so intricately carved into the decorative pattern.
All along the river banks for a couple of hours kids would run out to wave at the boat. It’s not like they could be asking for anything either – they were just waving and calling out.
You see a combination of Hindu and Buddhist religious iconography throughout most of the temples since the first king who converted to Buddhism wanted the devotees of both religions to live in peace and to be able to worship throughout the kingdom.
But it didn’t really take completely and over the years one group or the other did a lot of defacing of the temple’s figures.
Still in Angkor Thom this is Phimean Akas, the palace of King Suryavaman I and this is the Phimeanakas, the Heavenly Palace where the king spent the first part of each night with the Naga queen.
There was an awful lot of this. Climbing those steep narrow steps waaaay up there. Be Careful! And you can give a guess as to the condition of my calves.
“Stretching around the outside of the central temple complex is an 800m-long series of intricate and astonishing bas-reliefs.”
…and then the boat broke down. We were left with one blade on the propeller. This is one of the travelers and the replacement propeller. Much better as the spare had two and a half blades.
Banteay Srei or the Citadel of the Women so named because of the intricacy of the carvings thought to require a woman’s hand. This is a Hindu temple dedicated to Shiva and uniquely not commissioned by a king but rather by a young king’s teacher.
Then I got on the Mekong Express bus. Which was all as advertised except that they played loud Khmer TV the entire time and TV in any language is just not fun.
It was one of the rice harvesting seasons.
All along the road for hours you’d see these individual houses with a rice field in back and rice drying in mats in front.
I arrived safe and sound at the hotel in Siem Reap in time to have dinner with the crowd that you will meet tomorrow.
December 20 and 21
Of the 48 hours that make up these two days I spent 18 of them in-transit. It was the 20th that made up the unexpected bit. Or, as I call it, how to turn a 4 1/2 hour trip into 12 hours easy.
Although I thought I had made arrangements with the hotel for ‘the fast boat’ to Phnom Penh when I arrived at the pier only ‘the slow boat’ was available. It was one of those backpacker jobbies that I did a lot of in China so ok, that has its charm.
Our guide for the first day and a half and Everyone just loved this guy. His knowledge of the Angkor temples and the social and political history and culture of Cambodia is deep and wide, he is expressive and eager to share, and kind and attentive to his guests.
I’ve got his card if you’re ever in the area.
All of this is under various governmental protection but the private and public corruption involved is huge and debilitating.
And not only did I not go to the Genocide Museum, I didn’t try the Happy Pizza. How old AM I? Oh bad bad tourist. I was even cranky with my hotel. The service stank. And the room had a huge picture of a half-naked woman like you’d see in one of those black-velvet black-light places.
Colorful characters though. You could see how the few that were there lived right with the people and how it is that prolonged and close proximity makes disease transmission most likely.
A Buddhist complex of monks is settled near the Preah Palilay including living facilities and a rough temple built in the style of Cambodian homes.
The woman is receiving a purification ceremony from the monk.
All boys in Cambodia are meant to spend a few years as monks after which they return to their family and regular life.
I just gave up on being a good tourist and had myself a nice foot massage. Now we’re talkin’.
We went through some of the same sights I had seen the previous day. I know everyone is concerned about the bird flu so I’ve been keeping my eye out for fowl in general and noticed here in the Mekong that a few chickens and a very few ducks were in evidence.
A guy selling palm sugar fermented wine from the back of his bike which I didn’t get to taste because our guide said ‘no no not for you, your stomach is too weak.’ I couldn’t convince him to even let me touch the cup to my lips!
…These are storyboards for the epic events in Hindu mythology and Khmer history including: Battle of Kurukshetra, Army of Suryavarman II, Heaven and Hell (including the punishments and rewards of the 37 heavens and 32 hells), Churning of the Ocean of Milk (my favorite and I’ll include a link later), Elephant Gate, Vishnu Conquers the Demons, Krishna and the Demon King, Battle of the Gods and the Demons…
…and the Battle of Lanka (the story we heard a number of times from the Ramayana).
The story of the Ramayana also appears as a magnificent mural decorating the classic temple of Borobudur in Java/Indonesia. The religion in most of SE Asia is called Indianized since they took so much from first Hinduism and then Buddhism from India while still integrating into these beliefs their own native anamistic practices.
“Preah Palilay, a small Buddhist sanctuary in the wooded area north of the Royal Enclosure in Angkor Thom…”
I was taking pictures around the place and these folks invited me to eat with them. Come! Eat! Eat! The woman is Vietnamese living in Australia for the last 15 years, here for Tet and to hook up with her boyfriend, the man in the white shirt. The man in the yellow shirt is the boyfriend’s friend. She was one happy camper.
They had bought all of this food in the market and put together quite a feast. Yummy and Fun. Beer was a-flowing don’cha know.
This is the bedroom of the Crown Prince. He lived here throughout his teens before going to France for college. Your kids have bigger rooms. And the other younger children shared rooms, two boys and two girls!
I’m afraid it was a pretty hokey tour. These are model guerillas hanging out in camp.
Notice the tour guide there. He told us he had worked for the Americans and how he had sold everything and taken his family as boat-people to escape but were returned three times so he stopped trying and settled down to make some money. I heard this same story from many others.
LP says the vast majority of boat people were the ethnic Chinese merchant class who both had resources to leave and the most to lose if they stayed. I kept forgetting to ask someone who might actually know.
This is one of the cafe/restaurants on my street. There are seating arrangements all down the hill, more even below these, all with this rich landscaping.
The rooms are large and well proportioned but still, an Emperor’s palace, I wouldn’t have guessed. Especially one designed by the French!
They claim over and over that these are ‘real’ tunnels simply enlarged for tourists but LP claims otherwise. It doesn’t really matter that much I guess.
It is so true that Westerners are just plain huge people in comparison. Once I started noticing (from reading Tunnels of Cu Chi) I couldn’t stop noticing. Huge, giants I tell you.
The villas, and across the street from the villas is a pine forest. The whole scene smells Great including the cows.
I took a walk to Bao Dai’s Summer Palace. Emperor Bao Dai was the last royal to head a government in Vietnam. He abdicated in 1945 in favor of Ho and the Viet Minh and died many years later in France.
I was most struck with the modesty of this place. Many signs reported that everything was just as it was when Emperor Bao Dai and his family occupied the residence although after 1945 many government officials made use of the place.
OK, I’m off in the morning, back to HCMC to eat and catch the tour to Cu Chi Tunnels and to the Cao Dai Temple. Here is a Major Recommendation: read Tunnels of Cu Chi by Mangold and Penycate. You won’t be sorry. Read Neil Sheehan’s A Bright Shining Lie first though.
Can’t resist a January 11th Heineken bottle Christmas tree with a commie star and the message PeaceLoveHeineken.
Next stop is a visit to a touristafied section of the Cu Chi Tunnel system.
During the war with the French the Vietnamese began building tunnels to move about the countryside undetected and by the time the Americans came in they had perfected the system beyond our imagination.
A repeat recommendation: read Tunnels of Cu Chi by Mangold and Penycate. You won’t be sorry. Read Neil Sheehan’s A Bright Shining Lie first though.
The back of the Cathedral and the back of the Eiffel Tower looking onto the lake that you can’t see in this picture.
You can’t very well have an elite retreat without a lake so in 1919 the French built a dam to create the requisite lake and the city grew up around it.
Here’s the view out their front door. I slept in my cosy $10 room and then spent another $10 to enjoy the day here. Weird.
January 9
Another Pasteur Institute. Despite the total renaming of all streets related to the various occupying forces of the last century all references to M Pasteur were retained. It seems Pasteur’s reputation as a solid citizen is largely due to Dr Alexandre Yersin, one of his students.
‘Dr Yersin came to Vietnam in 1889…learned to speak Vietnamese fluently…recommended that a hill station be established in Dalat…discovered the causes of the bubonic plague…and founded the Pasteur Institute which coordinates vaccination and hygiene programs.’
A Grand hotel. Those branches with blossoms are also part of the Tet decorations as are flowers, flowers are big at Tet, and red – all sorts of red things.
Every day at 6am, noon, 6pm, and midnight the faithful gather for services. This is from the balcony where the small orchestra is playing along with the chants of all the participants.
Big tourist buses disgorge hundreds of tourists who crowd the balcony for the noon-time event, photographers welcome.
I went on a nice long walk to a couple of temples. I was hearing chanting from the top so of course I hauled myself up there to discover the music was coming from a very old Sony cassette player perched on the altar.
Four-Up! It is so hard to catch these multiple riders because number 3 is usually hidden behind number 2 and you don’t know you’ve got four-up until they pass. I’ve even seen five-up when the kid in front is smaller and Mom is carrying an infant.
So 1) Dad says look! someone is taking our picture! 2) Dad waves the girl’s hand and the boy gives off the V. 3) but wait! I’ll take your picture too! 4) And they’re off.
January 11
I woke up hungry to read a good newspaper and drink coffee and eat some toast so I decided my best chance at the International Herald was at the Sofitel, the toniest hotel in town. I hung around here from 10am until late afternoon. They had a couple of newspapers, last week’s Time and Newsweek, and photo books and history books too!
And now for my last day of touring in Vietnam, first to the Cao Dai Great Temple at the Holy See in Tay Ninh. Cao Daism was founded in 1926 by a local born mystic who received The Word in visions beginning around 1919.
And views over the countryside where they grow many kinds of vegetables for export to the whole of the south.
Some facts from Lonely Planet: Dalat hosts 800,000 domestic and 80,000 foreign tourists per year. Neither side in the Vietnam War wanted to mess with Dalat since both sides were relaxing in their villas, and the weather is always cool and refreshing (the City of Eternal Spring).
I didn’t make a reservation because I had spent so much time in HCMC I thought no problem, I know several places to stay – but guess what – all full up! Whooo.
In knocking on doors, here we go, a brand new place, just opened in fact, and they are so happy to see me I get a great rate And a great room. So cool.
The Cao Dai were a very powerful force in the area, ‘a virtually independent feudal state in Tay Ninh province’ with an army of 25,000. Beginning in the 50s the adherents were persecuted by the Catholics who dominated the regime in the South and by the Communists alike. The Cao Dai army was incorporated into the South Vietnamese Army in 1956.
Here we have a guardian creature of the Linh Son Pagoda. He’s covered with a mosaic of pottery which is a common means of decoration both North and South.
Those are coffee beans drying using the same technique from the rice growing areas where they lay out these mats in every open spot including parts of the road.
‘A mural in the front entry hall depicts the three signatories of the ‘Third Alliance Between God and Man’: the Chinese statesman and revolutionary leader Dr Sun Yat-sen (1866-1925)…Vietnamese poet Nguyen Binh Khiem (1492-1587) and French poet and author Victor Hugo (1802-1885).’
They are writing ‘God and Humanity’ and ‘Love and Justice’.
The gardener, maybe there are even more than one since they also have a greenhouse of orchids on the property. ‘Hellooo!’
This is the central building of Dalat University, founded in 1957 as a Catholic university, closed by the communists in 1975, and reopened two years later as a state-run institution. Notice the red star over the ‘steeple’ which covers the original cross. The cross has not been removed causing the church to retain hope that they might one day get their school back.
I read an article in the Vietnam News about bird flu and it all doesn’t jibe with what I’m seeing but to share – raising chickens and waterfowl is still forbidden (but maybe not everywhere?), more than 4 million birds have been killed since October (the world or just Vietnam?), a massive inoculation program of all birds is almost complete. See, it all doesn’t jibe because here they are.
‘Cao Daism is the outcome of an attempt to create the ideal religion through the fusion of secular and religious philosophies of the East and West.
‘The result is a potpourri that includes aspects of most of the religious philosophies known in Vietnam during the early 20th century: Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, native Vietnamese spiritualism, Christianity, and Islam. The term Cao Dai (meaning high tower or palace) is a euphemism for God.’
…and found this perfect hill top street of beautifully maintained villas. These are all villas built for I’m thinking mid-level bureaucrats and in these capitalistic/socialist times, they rent the rooms to tourists from the cities.
I haven’t seen any other gringos and there is no English anywhere except to the extent that most Vietnamese speak serviceably. No English on the TV or menus for example, but the staff will happily explain.
The room there with all the floor to ceiling windows and the veranda is mine. It is bright and welcoming inside with views over a gorgous garden (for $10(!) too). A word of warning though, I did look at all the other rooms and mine was by far and away the most lovely.
Like always, I was in search of a toilet. This is the teacher’s lounge toilet at Dalat University. It’s a squatter and these are the faucets, one to fill the tub from which you scooped water to flush the toilet and the other was for the sink in which you washed your hands, and you better have brought your own tp and be prepared to wipe your hands on your pants.
What caught my eye was the labels. USA and Toto (a major manufacturer in Japan). The invaders leave their mark.
January 12
On the long bus ride from Dalat to HCMC. It wasn’t that it was far but it surely was slow. They said buses had very strict speed limits on this route but I’ll tell you little kids on bicycles were passing us by.
Maybe we passed these guys though. Count ’em. Eight. A tractor is pulling that trailer.