Showing posts with label boat ride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boat ride. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 April 2015

It's Been a Long Time Since Binalong Bay

Our next adventure was a whirlwind day trip to the famous Ha Long Bay.  Our pictures can't really do this place justice.  

We started later than one might expect with a bus to the bay (about two hours) and then an immediate sit down lunch while out boat floated out into the bay making its way through the craggy rock eruptions that make the bay so scenic.  If I had to describe it through comparison (which is difficult) I would say it was like Milford Sound in NZ meeting the 12 Apostles in Victoria and yet bigger, wider and probably formed by completely different geological factors. Kat also found it similar to El Nido in the Philippines.

Ha Long Bay's craggy rocks

At this point, I surely must explain the odd title of this post.  Any time on this trip that we say "it's been a long time since...", we end up saying "It's been a long time since Binalong Bay" a place we visited when riding down the east coast of Tasmania.  That trip of course, was where we found the name for our blog, "Dolphin Sands Road!".  In this case, because Kat had been to Ha Long Bay before, I was asking "it's been a long time since you were here, what's changed?"  She didn't think a great deal was different, though she had remembered the dock being more hectic. Rather than a day-trip, last time Kat spent overnight on Cat Ba island. Though this gives you a bit more time to explore (Kat did a fun hike whilst there), we found Halong Bay was certainly was 'achievable' as a long day trip.

Dennis & Kat awaiting lunch
Our lunch companions were two Chinese salesmen, who introduced themselves as Dennis and Andy and we had a very pleasant time trying to determine what it was we were eating and whether or not all the food had finished coming out.  It transpired that they were actually from Guangzhou, our next major destination - however their only advice was that there was nothing to do there for adult tourists!

In between the scenes of "Chicken Rock" and another formation which makes for the image on some of the Vietnamese currency, we escaped the boat for a kayak through the arches of some of the limestone formations and was surprised to find a peaceful lagoon-like area with waist deep water and silence but for the occasional thump of inexperienced kayakers running into one another.

Rob showing how to sit in a
Vietnamese sized kayak
while his pants get wet

At mid-afternoon, we came to giant caves that have only been recently discovered and opened up to tourism.  Apparently, some fisherman were seeking cover from a storm, and followed a monkey into the cave (yet another Monkey Magic story!) and it was only once inside that they realised just how big they were.  While you could hardly say that they are in their natural state, the lighting and paths and garbage bins probably improve the experience because of the sheer numbers of visitors that file through.  I'm not sure I can remember an experience like it.  Those with an active imagination could spend hours discovering crocodiles, tigers, elephants, dragons and other animalisations of the rock. Kat was somewhat displeased by our guide's propensity to fix on only one animal for each rock. She felt it was a bit more subjective than that!

The return trip was lovely, if a little stressful, as we needed to be back to take our overnight train to Sa Pa. I enjoyed sitting on the roof (when I was allowed up there) watching the scenes go by, contemplating how long these formations had been here without people to explore them, all the while completing the essential task of trying to dry out my only pair of pants.


My imagination leads me to believe that this is an evil
tooth monster who couldn't afford to go to the dentist

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

A coffee and coconut on the Mekong


Relaxing boat ride and we got hats!

We decided to visit Mekong Delta on our way from Ho Chi Minh to Phnom Penh. A short minibus to Vinh Long, a ferry and motorbike to our homestay left us with an afternoon to explore An Binh island. Explore is probably not quite the right word here as we were too hot to get very far. In actuality we took a short stroll to the waters edge, accidentally trespassed on to an angry man’s land, had a Vietnamese coffee at a tiny café and committed ourselves to our hammocks. Our friends at the island café were amused by us and took great pride in explaining how we were to drink our tea and coffee.(Reminding me a little bit of our "THIS is your breakfast" lad from Chitwan.)

Getting the ferry across to An Binh island from Vinh Long

Our homestay (Ngoc Phuong) was peaceful and had possibly the best internet of our trip so far. (Not bad for a silt island in the middle of nowhere.) The kids that lived at the homestay were fun. The little girl decided I looked good with a sieve on my head and that someone else’s glasses were hers to play with. This was after the four year old had run into my room with a giant pair of scissors and threatened to cut my headphone cord! 

Reading "Watership Down" together on hammocks
  
Homes built on silt buildup at the mouth of the Mekong


Dinner was both impressive and tasty…as long as we all sat in the right places. I have found in Vietnam that great pride is taken in how the table is set and everything must be 'just so'. Trying to help create space on a table is often fruitless as you will inevitably just move something to the incorrect spot!

Nothing wrong with taking pride in appearance

On our second day at An Binh we took a boat trip to a floating market. It was rather small and not super busy. Perhaps it was a quiet day of the week. We jumped aboard a fruit boat where the enthusiastic vendor proceeded to cut up every fruit in sight for us to try. She didn’t really have to try hard to sell us her goods. Rob left the boat sipping on a coffee, we each had a coconut to drink from and then eat. For later we had some mango and dragon fruit.

FBI Agent in the fruit boat
Petrol station on the Mekong
Exploring
It was incredible seeing how they transported masses of rice and other items on large boats. They didn’t seem to mind if they lost some along the way. All the boats have the same design on them. Apparently it is of dragon eyes and there to scare of sea monsters. We spent a long time on the boat which was so peaceful that I kept nodding off. Eventually we made it to a few other stops which I believe are routine on such Mekong tours: candy, popcorn and rice wine factory and honey bee farm. At the factory I found a coconut candy that I had tasted before and fell in love with once more. It is a dangerous addiction as they are sold in large packets and I cannot stop!

Transportation, hammocks and clothesline all in one
 
Dragon eyes
Making coconut candy
After some more relaxing at An Binh we again found ourselves on the ferry to Vinh Long. Here, two ladies got great pleasure at the size of my bag. Then I pointed at Rob’s and how they chuckled! Before we knew it the lady was pretending to be backpack and Rob had her up in the air!

Rob's new backpack!
A bumpy bus ride from Vin Long took us to Chau Dac, a town on the border of Vietnam and Cambodia. A walk along the river led us to spontaneously organise a late afternoon boat ride around the fishing villages of the area.  It was interesting to see how they kept the fish and prepared them for sale, though definitely coming toward the end of the day.


We visited a Cham village that largely consisted of people whose ancestors had immigrated from Malaysia/Borneo some 800 years ago.  They have maintained their culture and religion despite being spread across Cambodia, Vietnam and Thailand making up the bulk of Islamic people in these areas.  There wasn’t really much to see on our visit except the refurbishment of the local mosque. The highlight was children playing but I suppose it often is!

High jumper highlight

From Chau Dac we took a speedboat to Phnom Penh to begin our adventures in Cambodia.

A FEW TIPS FOR A DIY MEKONG TRIP:
* Many people take packaged trips from Ho Chi Minh. Though this is convenient, we found it simple enough to organise ourselves. If you value the flexibility then we'd recommend it.

* Going from Ho Chi Minh to Phnom Penh via the Mekong was a great way to break up the travel. Mixing boats and buses also helped.

* To organise a homestay you will need to call places directly as they often do not have websites or use email. If you can, have a Vietnamese speaker to help make arrangements.


 

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Chitwan National Park (Travel Dream!)

Travel dreaming
Our second attempt at fulfilling a travel dream came off without a hitch! Rob had dreamt of visiting Chitwan National Park since 2008 when he lived in Kathmandu. Chitwan is in the south-central region of Nepal, near the border with India and covers approximately 900 square kilometres. The park has more than 700 species of wildlife. Rob had heard great things from friends and was most excited about the possibility of seeing a rhino.


Where to find the animals
First views of Chitwan National Park

Pokhara to Chitwan
The bus ride from Pokhara to Chitwan saw me transporting back and forth between Nepali towns in 2015 and a high school crime scene in Maryland 1999. I had finally taken up my sister, Sarah’s, recommendation to listen to the Serial podcast (you should too!). Problem was I couldn’t stop listening and went back-to-back through 4 episodes. Even during our road-side stop I kept listening as we treated ourselves to a Himalayan Beans coffee. (Yes, drive through's have arrived in Nepal.) I found the below sign a bit disturbing. 

Read the bottom line of the sign
On arrival at Chitwan we were pleased to be in a more temperate climate again. Our accommodation was luxurious because we had a discounted package from the Upper Mustang tour company.


The Mystery of the Brown Crack
Once we had lunch and settled in, we met Umesh, our guide for the evening. He showed us around the village and the town before we walked along the river. Umesh was an excellent guide, not only because he knew his stuff and had a hawk’s eye for spotting wildlife, but also because he spoke to me as well as Rob. (Often I have found that Rob is addressed in conversation.) Near the river that borders the national park, Umesh spotted some deer with antlers bigger than their bodies from a miraculous distance. He also pointed out a “brown crack” to us at one point. Rob searched for it but didn’t see it. The next day our second guide had indicated another “brown crack”, this time Rob spotted it and then revealed the day before he had been searching for a crack in the ground rather than a bird!

Rob searching for a brown crack!
After dinner we attended a cultural dance show in a local hall. There were some brilliant dances and odd audience behaviour. Our favourite involved a high level of coordination and rhythm sticks. We think it could have been interesting for Rob’s brother, Tim, who does and teaches stage combat. After the show we went to a Food Festival that had taken over the town. It felt a bit like that festival they do in Summer along the Yarra and sell the same food you can get in the CBD for half the price. However, it was nice to see how the town celebrated.

This is your breakfast! 
On our second day we were set to take part in a boat ride, jungle walk and jeep safari. Firstly we were greeted by the friendly waiter at our hotel who was present at every meal and always exceedingly cheerful. That morning when our food arrived at the table he dramatically declared, “This is your breakfast!” This amused us since many times whilst travelling in Nepal we often found ourselves not knowing basic things that were happening, for example how long a bus would be stopping for lunch (or was it a toilet break?). Anyway, whenever the waiter presented our meals I found myself saying “Wow” as some sort of unconscious reflex that attempted to match his cheer. (The food was fine but we had much better meals trekking in remote regions to be honest.)

Speaking of not knowing basic things, I think the confusion that sometimes result for the tourist in Nepal was well encapsulated by a scenario at Jomsom airport. Rob and I were waiting to go into separate male and female rooms to be searched by security before boarding our flight.  Two other tourists were ushered over to the queues by their guide. Soon they were laughing and I heard one of them say, “I thought we were being told to line up for the bathroom before our flight, not security.” (In the end the small airport did not manage to rustle up a woman to search the female travellers, so once all the men had been searched I was told to go through the male entry. Noone searched me because I suppose security is considered second priority in this instance.)

Tiny canoe chairs in the fog
Getting back to Chitwan, we soon found ourselves on tiny chairs in a narrow canoe (made from the trunk of a silk-cotton tree) that threatened to tip with every head turn. We were on a boat with three other tourists and three guides that liked to spot the same birds and make the same jokes! (As a visitor to the national park you must have a guide.) It was a foggy morning but were able to see a number of birds before landing for our jungle walk. During the walk we saw more birds, including a few woodpeckers and some deer. I was pretty chuffed when I spotted a sole deer about ten metres off right near our path, before our guide.

Did we mention it was foggy?

Cloaked in fog: our morning trek did not initially look promising
Soon the fog cleared up for this explorer

An elephant's life
A visit to the elephant nursery sanctuary was also a part of our program but I was not super keen. In fact, I was hesitant about visiting Chitwan at all because I had read negative reviews about the treatment of elephants. In the end, we decided to opt for a jeep safari rather than an elephant safari so that we were at least not supporting these practices directly. 

Elephant at his post 
This guy came directly over to me once unchained
Daily trip to the forest for the elephants to collect their food
The visit to the nursery was amazing because I had not been that close to an elephant before. It was interesting to seem them interact with the mahout who unchained them and took them to the jungle for feeding whilst we were there. It was also quite sad seeing these elephants with their front legs chained together and, more so, once I read about how they were trained. An elephant calf is initially isolated from its mother and food and water is restricted. The calf is chained as not to harm the trainers. The elephant is taught vocal and signal commands and may be injured during training. I have read they use punishment here rather than the positive reinforcement used to train elephants in other places. 

Commands taught to elephants

However, the flip side of the coin is that the trained elephants do some important work. I have since read that in the past few years, Chitwan has reduced the level of rhino poaching (rhino horns are falsely believed to have medicinal benefits by some and thus are very valuable and sought after). Elephants are used by the army to patrol the national park for poachers, rescuing people from flooded areas and counting wild animals. Unfortunately it seems they are also used in polo games. It really made me question how we see the training or domestication of some animals as okay but not others. I suppose I think that training elephants is okay as long they are treated well. I am not enthusiastic when they are trained purely to entertain tourists.

Jeep safari 
Our jeep safari started off slow as we entered the outskirts of the park. Though I had deliberately set myself low expectations for wildlife spotting, I started to wonder if we would see much at all. I remember saying to Rob that the dried coconut we were munching on was the highlight so far! Thankfully our luck improved. In 4 hours on the jeep we ended up seeing one rhino, one python and many crocodiles, deers and birds. We were very close to the rhino who did not seem to be perturbed by our presence. The poor guy had lost his horn. Our guide told us this was due to bats which confused us. We had read that if rhinos are poached for their horns they are usually killed in the process. We wondered if perhaps the park rangers had removed the horn to protect the rhino, but we were told they don’t do that at Chitwan. So we are not sure why the one-horned-rhino was in fact hornless, but we are pretty sure that bats had little to do with it. It was amazing to see both the rhino, deer and crocodiles up close.

We saw a rhino!
Oh Dear! Missing our camera and a phone camera did not cut it!

Crocodile Sanctuary
Mid-way through our jeep safari we stopped at a crocodile sanctuary. Initially I was most excited about a visit to the bathroom. Then I spotted a spider the size of my head next to the loo, and decided I could wait. At the sanctuary we learnt about the Gharial crocodile species that is critically endangered. The sanctuary is doing all it can to boost numbers but it sounds like it has a challenge ahead. The visit confirmed for me that crocodiles are such odd but fascinating creatures. I would pick one to watch and see how long before it moved an eyelid or went to close its open mouth. Most of them looked like statues at a theme park. 

Nothing sinister



Open mouth competition number 306

More alarming than the spider?

Sunset on our jeep tour
Living a dream! (well this was in the carpark but you get the idea.)

Back to Kathmandu
The bus to Kathmandu was rough. Amazingly it was Rob that felt motion sickness and not I. Nonetheless I still managed to lose half my lunch due to the toilet conditions at one of our stops. We were both relieved when we finally made it to Kathmandu in the middle of the afternoon. Our trekking guide, Krishna had invited us to dinner at his house that night to meet his sister, sister-in-law and baby niece.



Useful information for visiting Chitwan:

Tour or go it alone?: Whilst you need a tour guide once inside the park, you can get to Chitwan independently - we would certainly recommend this. (NB: We didn't due to of our discounted package after the Upper Mustang saga but usually we probably would.) Getting a bus from Kathmandu or Pokhara to Chitwan is easy enough.

Elephant sanctuary: If you go, make sure you visit the museum here to learn about the life of the elephant. It was good to get this insight though it left me with many questions. Most people missed it and our guide did not mention it until I enquired about it. (This time I had done some pre-reading.)

Jeep safari: A lot of places may advise the elephant safari over the jeep tour because the engine will scare away the wildlife. However, I feel like we saw a number of animals for a safari and though I have no experience from atop a Chitwan elephant, I would recommend the jeep option.

Camera and binoculars: A good zoom comes in handy (i.e. make sure your camera doesn't break just prior to your trip to Chitwan like some people we know! (DOLPHIN SANDS ROAD! *Shakes fist!*). Our guides lent us their binoculars lots but, if practical, having your own might be nice too.

When to go: Apparently it was a good time to go because they do burning off  of the elephant grass around this time of year and you can see more wildlife with the grass cleared.

Recently burnt-off elephant grass

Friday, 13 February 2015

Pokhara and Surrounds

Pokhara is a launching point for many treks in the Annapurna region, and sits on the beautiful Phewa Tul, with scenic himalayan views on good weather days. I've been a number of times.  We spent a lot of time floating about on the lake, watching the locals and tourists alike paddling to the temple on the lake, a popular local picnic spot but also we visiting the Mahadevi Cave and Devi's Falls.  Pokhara is an amazing place to recover from the ailments of a trek with good coffee, cafes, French and German bakeries, Italian restaurants offering western comforts but more importantly, dozens of small hole-in-the-wall Nepali food caf-au-rants and plenty of "happy hour" deals such as beer with a FREE(!) side of popcorn - but to quote Krishna "I like popcorn, and beer is OK too, but beer and popcorn does not work".


Phewa Tul at dusk


School kids on a bus


Staying in Pokhara

Although we originally planned to stay at the Buddhist Meditation Centre that offered cheap rooms away from the hustle and bustle of the touristy Lakeside, we found the offering at Karma Guest House too good to refuse.  With access to the lake, nearby bikes (more on that later), food, actually functioning hot water, a variety of rooms, and a cheap rate, it was a bit too convenient to say no.  They also operate a travel agent/trekking guide service from the hostel that could easily organise your activities in the region.


Rowing around the lake

Eating in Pokhara

Our favourite "local" place was "Tara's Vegetarian Cafe" open all day from breakfast to dinner, we strongly recommend to anyone wanting a good meal but sick of paying add-on tourist taxes. Tara's was tucked away behind a Tibetan giftshop and a massage place at the southern end of the lake as Lakeside Drive starts to turn east.  While she still offers western-style food, she has some different Nepali dishes with a determined vegetarian focus.  We ate here a number of times, and she was so determined to have our return business that she even offered to take our orders for breakfast, promising to have it ready for us at 6am the next morning, early enough for us to arrive, eat and get to our bus in time.  At the dinner we had with her, we talked about the difficulties of running a small restaurant without power most of the time, and how to compete with the big players who all have generators and inverters.  To top it off, she has playing cards and English books (including a Nepali guide book).

Touristing in Pokhara

Devi's Falls is so named for a tourist by the last name Davis, who in the 60's, while relaxing in the natural pools of the falls was sucked down, dropping at least thirty feet through rough water that flows underground and ultimately into / through the Mahadevi Cave.


Devi's Falls


Kat and Krisha at the falls 


Mahadevi cave itself has become a religious site (hence the name) that houses a temple as well as a grand view of the pounding base of Devi's Falls.  The architecture on the way in probably has more appealing than the dank, dark cave, but I still recommend going in for the view at the end, or to perform puma if you are Hindu.

Entrance to Mahadevi Cave

Lord Vishnu







The base of Devi's Falls from within Mahadevi Cave
Determined to see a grand sunset in each country, we ventured to Sarangkot.  Sarangkot is a ridge sitting above Phewa Tul and Pokhara with views in all directions.  We took a cab as far as he would go up the hill, a drive that just seemed to keep going.  When we felt certain there was no mountain left, he told us to hop out and walk for another 30 minutes to reach the top!  On good days, the Annapurnas float above you like waves crashing on the ranges below with Mt Machapucharre rising high and the sun glowing in the west.  On the day we went, the sun peeked out of the clouds for a minute before disappearing again but we enjoyed the serenity of being away from the blaring horns and enjoyed a cup of tea with 2 dogs who had taken us under their protection for most of our walk. Kat wondered aloud why this happened so regularly.  During our Poon Hill trek, dogs would awaken from their sun-bathing slumber, to trot up and down giant steps with us for one or two kilometres. Initially, I thought it was because they wanted to see us off their territory, but they were far too friendly for that.  It was only sitting there, sipping tea and munching on snacks as the sun set (probably) behind a cloud, that I considered the snack in my hand and its strong aroma.  Beef jerkey.  A terribly inappropriate snack for a trek in Nepal, but there you have it - I'm culturally insensitive at the best of times.  These puppies wanted us for our snacks, not our company.


One of our hiking friends: Rangkot

The Great Dérailleur Incident of 2015

Cue DOLPHIN SANDS ROAD! moment *shakes fist*

While in Pokhara, we took the opportunity to rent some "mountain bikes" to go for a ride, as far around the lake as possible.  This was a nice and relatively peaceful way to see the lake for an hour or so.  Unfortunately, on account of the utter and complete failure of the rear dérailleur to stay attached to the bike, this led to a rather prolonged and angry dispute with the young sahuji (and all his supportive friends).  They "respectfully" (their words, not mine) asked for me to make a contribution for repair of the bike.

Now, I cannot 100% rule out the fact that I somehow contributed to this rather disastrous (for the bike anyway) outcome.  I have actually had this problem on my own bike before....twice.  One might suggest, that as the common denominator in 3 incidents of rear dérailleur destruction, I actually did cause the dérailleur to get hung up in the back spokes and rip itself to pieces.  However, with this wealth of experience, it also means that I am (now) quite knowledgeable about what might cause a dérailleur to fail in the first place.  In the case of my own bike in Australia, it was the really the result of an excessive amount of force being applied to the bike in a way it is not designed to experience, namely, falling off the back of my car while flying down the highway.  This on its own did not cause the dérailleur to fail, but it certainly weakened the hanger, which eventually gave out.  The second time that it happened (again, to the same bike) could probably be explained by the fact that A) I fixed it and B) a rogue plastic bag wrapped itself between the dérailleur, the chain and my spokes while all of them were in the process of going round and round.  So in summary, I have seen what happens when the chain and dérailleur are out of synch and have a general idea what can cause it to fail, explode, and warp.

So imagine my surprise, when this Nepali dérailleur should fail exhibiting all of the same symptoms of a bike that had received massive and excessive trauma of bouncing down a highway after only an hour's ride on a bumpy road.

Mistakenly thinking that the failure of the bike we had borrowed for the day might be compensated for by a rental discount, we found on our return (that involved a great deal of walking and a negotiation with a taxi driver to actually get us back to where we started) ourselves discussing the ins and outs of customer service and expectations of a reputable business.  In case it is not clear, from my perspective: that would be not blaming the customer for a hardware failure that could only be caused by severe and repeated abuse.

Well, I'll save you all the blow by blow, but it seemed pretty obvious to me that the bike and others on display had had a deal of work already done on them.  Its likely that this problem has happened a number of times before with these bikes and been repaired - which just makes it likely to happen again.  Although none of the crowd "would suggest" that I'd intentionally thrown the bike on the ground and then stomped on it with a boulder borne of the great Saggarmartha itself, apparently I couldn't expect them to believe that this just "happened".  Trying to convey these complex arguments in my broken Nepali and their broken English was just another aggravating twist to the experience.

No one expects a dodgy side of the road place to provide a top quality bike, but I certainly felt that its their responsibility to fix and maintain bikes, because sometimes, they break down.  If you are in the business of renting a bike, it needs to work.  If you are in a bus and the carburetor fails, the passenger on the bus doesn't pay to fix it.  Therein lies the problem, it was always going to be a case of he said-she said.  A smarter person would not find themselves in this situation, a dumber would end it with fisticuffs.  Ultimately, I handed over a small but still annoying amount and left in a bit of a rage, that still flares when I think about it.

Tips for Pokhara

  • Try to get out of Lakeside, even if just for a little bit.  For alternative places, climb to the stupa, visit Damside, the temple at the south of the lake or just catch a taxi to the middle of town and try to get back to your accommodation by local bus.
  • Bike hire - if anything I can serve as an example to others to remember what you're getting into by borrowing from a small side-of-the-road provider.  Make sure you have a good discussion about terms prior to cycling off to the horizon hoping all will be well (and most times, it probably is):
    • What happens if the bike breaks down?
    • Discuss a deposit up front and make it reasonable for both parties.
    • All care but no responsibility (good luck translating that)
  • Accommodation
    • Don't book online, you will pay inherent tourist tax. 
    • Pokhara, and Lakeside specifically is undergoing a building boom.  Unless in super busy tourist season, show up in person and negotiate like the next place will give you a cheaper room, because they will!
    • Hotel = $$$.  Guest house/lodge = $.  And as far as I can tell they offer you exactly the same thing, except you might even get to know the family running a guest house.

Costs (for the things worth talking about) - per person:

  • Karma Guest House - 600NPR/night (bottom floor) - 800 NPR/night (top floor)
  • Bike Hire - 500NPR/day or 150NPR/hour, 500NPR = idiot tax.
  • Taxi to Sarangkot return - approx 1500-1800NPR (you have to negotiate hard)
  • Bus from KTM-Pokhara - 1000NPR (if you are willing to negotiate, otherwise you can pay anything from 1500 to 3500NPR)
  • Mahadevi/Devi's Falls - ~30NPR - not enough to make you disappointed when you see them