Rabbit Island, Kep, Cambodia

One morning at 5.15am, I woke up and decided to lie in the hammock just outside the hut. The sky was starting to light up. Everyone was asleep. The foreigners in their huts, locals sleeping in hammocks or on mattresses laid out in their island restaurant. Dogs were asleep. It was really quiet except for the crrrash…subside…crrrash of waves on the shore. The huts here at rabbit island face the sea. The water is there. Right there, 5 seconds away. The sky lights up behind me. I sway and swing on the hammock.
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The days on rabbit island are very simple. There is no wifi, no electricity except between 6pm-10pm and that’s just for lights in the hut. A hut cost 5 usd a day.

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Hut on Rabbit Island

One doesn’t need much at all. Just writing, reading, yoga, going into the sea, a nap…eating bread dipped in iced coffee. Have I mentioned I love local ICED COFFEE.

The huts face the sea so we are treated to a major magic light show every single day. Every day a perfect golden pink orange sunset that lights the whole sky. Where vibrant shades of red and yellow splash crazily across the scene, every moment shifting, transiting and exploding into a different beauty.

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Sunset on Rabbit Island

Well. It was not possible to capture the lights going nuts amongst the clouds, nor the way it reflects in the water. After cursing and swearing at the phone camera, I was reminded to put the thing away and just admire the sunset and take it all in with my eyes, my being. Not for the online journal, not for showing off to family and friends and definitely not for face-freaking-book.

It’s incredible how the days go past just like that. Serenely and pretty quickly. No planned itinerary, no activities or things to explore. It’s a small island. How did I use to have a full time job??

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(5am continued) I watch the sky light up, and everything changes. The locals start waking up. The hills glow, but barely. Faintly. Dogs start running about and some people stumble out of their huts to go for a dip in the silvery calm morning sea.

Shallow, clear, warm waters. A happy heart. Priceless.

End of deep musings, start of technical information

Rabbit Island (Koh Tonsay)

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View of rabbit island from Kep beach

Rabbit island is a 20 min boat ride away from Kep, along the coast at Cambodia’s bottom.

Kep is a very small town with pretty much…nothing. Nice guesthouses, a beautiful small stretch of manmade beach and a fresh crabs market.

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Boat to rabbit island

It cost 9usd per person for a return boat trip Kep Rabbit Island (if I’m being ripped off, I have no idea)

There are many huts lining rabbit island beach and cost between 5-10 usd a night. None of them have wifi and none have fans or electricity in the day. There is no need for fans, as there is a perpetual sea breeze.

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Huts along rabbit island beach

Every group of huts belong to a family and they run a restaurant as well.

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Restaurant on rabbit island

All these are right on the beach. It’s lovely.

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The restaurants on rabbit island are right on the shore

Prices of food are about the same as those in Kep. A dish of khmer food might cost 3-4 usd and western food like burgers and fries (didn’t try, didn’t trust it) about 5 usd. Iced coffee for 1 usd 🙂

Lots of benches around for lazing on.
Some shaded

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Bench on rabbit island beach

Some not

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Benches on rabbit island beach 2

I had the most basic, lovely time.

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Sunset on Koh Tonsay

Contrary to what your boat man says, you can catch any boat back to Kep island. Just ask the restaurant /hut owner. All you have to do is flash your ticket at the boat driver to prove you have paid. There are a few boats that ferry locals in the morning from 7am-10am. You can also return at 4pm, with everyone on a single day trip to rabbit island.

Once upon a 630am in Cambodia

This morning at 6am I got myself an iced coffee (Cambodians love their iced coffee. It’s mega sweet and tastes like chocolate. Strong stuff.) sat by the river and observed.

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(I heart sunrises)

Children rode past on their bicycles to school. The central market was getting set up for business. Fruit stalls going up, people getting the big umbrellas out for the hot mid day sun. It wasn’t noisy, it wasn’t chaotic. I got the sense that they were just doing what they had to do. There was a lively sleepy buzz, if you know what I mean.

One major difference I’ve observed between Cambodians and Singaporeans is…they are not always on their phone.

They lay around a lot. They talk to each other, pick each other’s hair (in the villages. There were always nits in their hair!), lie across benches, lie across their motorcycles or tuk tuks. Alone or with company, they are rarely ever with a phone.

I think it’s nice.

So I sat and sipped in silence.

It was very nice. Just me, battambang, iced coffee, and a content heart.

May everyone out there have time to sit and just…be.

(frivolous post) How to cut a Tshirt

ie how to destroy a perfectly fine piece of clothing.

I’m currently in Cambodia. There are plenty of tshirts made by the less privileged or handicapped.
This one is designed by a local man with down’s syndrome. His name is Chok.
I am pictured with Srey Nop. She walks with a limp and has a beautiful smile and demeanour. Chok and Srey Nop are employed by an organisation called Epic Arts Café.

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I happily purchase the shirt to support the foundation and feed my collection of shirts (I won’t lie and say it’s all in the name of charity).

BUT

It’s scorchingly hot here. Half an hour in that tshirt and I’m sweaty and uncomfortable.

AND

I’m traveling on hand carry luggage so every bit of weight counts.

SO

I cut it up!

The whole point in cutting up a shirt is to make it look like how I’d like it to look. I’ve tried many cool snippy-up designs. You can try try to make it look wavy, stripey, one sided, lop sided, sexy, holey, bare, etc.

A few rules I learnt after ruining many shirts:
1. Cut edges tend to roll inwards after its first wash. Which means the cut up tshirt will turn out smaller/shorter than when you first trim it. Leave some leeway when cutting (don’t cut too much) for this to happen.

2. Go. Slow. Very. Slow. It’s very easy to get carried away with being artistic. With the power of the scissors in your hand, it’s easy to imagine you’re on that Heidi Klum show about being the next big designer. If you go too fast you cut too much and I guarantee your shirt will become unwearable.

3. If a shirt is really precious to you and you’re new to this whole cutting thing, get an old shirt to practise on.

Procedure
I opted for safe this time. I really like the shirt!

Step 1

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Cut the collar bit off. Trim slowly, just 2cm away from the thick band.

Step 2

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Trim sleeves off. I followed the shirt’s original contour where sleeve is attached to shirt. I did separate the front of the short trim to back of shirt, as I didn’t want the back to look too sparse.

Step 3

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Try shirt on! I tried it on, then realised it looked too blockish, so I took it off and trimmed sleeves a little more. Just slightly.

Step 4

Wash and wear short. I promise it will keep loosening /growing bigger with each wash and wear.

Voila, done!

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-End of frivolous post –

Volunteering in Cambodia

It has always been a dream of mine to volunteer in some rural village in a 3rd world country. I can teach! I am a professional early childhood educator, what better way to give than through the gift of education? Teach them English – it’s the best way to broaden their opportunities. I shall touch their lives and they will get better jobs; break out of poverty, break free from their destiny. I shall live a simple village life, away from modern day comforts. Bring on fetching water from a distant well, candles at night, no electricity, and every hardship I am not used to. Fortunate, privileged, enthusiastic me wants to give give give.

Well. That’s nice of me. Really nice.

Here is the reality I saw after a few days at a little village in Cambodia – their lives are the way their lives are, and there is a teeny excruciatingly tiny chance my presence will change their lives for the better, and a larger chance my presence will interfere with their routine and reinforce inconsistency in their lives.

Sure, I might be wrong. The above might have been horrible, even disgusting for me to think. How can anyone say that? How can anyone think they can’t make a difference or worse, make things worse by wanting to help?

It’s disillusioning, and pretty painful to accept, but allow me to explain.
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I arrived in kampong cham, 4 hours away from phnom penh on a sunny afternoon. A volunteer from Belgium was waiting for me at the bus station. She drove me to Chiro Village on her motorbike. It was about 6km away. As we moved away from the town and entered the dirt road, I relaxed.

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As we rode past bamboo huts on stilts, naked children waving hello, chickens running amok, I looked out at the crops of corn, the beautiful calm wide mekong river, smiling villagers, and was absolutely utterly charmed.

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Upon arrival at OBT (organisation for basic training) I met Sophal, the in charge. He welcomed me with a warm smile and happy demeanour. I saw the school, a simple wooden hut on stilts, and looked forward to contributing. How lucky I was to have this chance to give! The children were out and about. Tattered clothing, dirty dusty faces, massive smiles on their faces.

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I was shown the home stay – it belonged to a lively family of 12. 8 children! There were 6 other volunteers living in the house too. It’s a large house on stilts, sectioned by curtains and wooden walls. Floor is made of bamboo.
My room (it has a door and walls. Lucky me. Other volunteers just have a curtain drawn around a bed)

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The food was incredibly tasty. We were cooked lunch and dinner every day. The host was generous with the dishes and we ate like kings and queens. We often had fresh fish or some meat with lots of vegetables. It cost 5 usd a day (4 usd to the host family and 1 usd to OBT).

I got fabulous local coffee for 25 cents every morning. It was all very happy and idyllic.

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Sophal said there is no fixed time for  volunteers to ‘work’ and we were free to do as little or as much as we wanted. Mornings – free time.
Afternoons – 2-5pm: classes with children
5-6pm: teaching the local teachers
Evenings – dinner and more free time.

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There are 5 classes running at the same time between 2-5pm, each class a different level of english capability. There are 5 khmer teachers. One for each class. The volunteers insert themselves in whichever classroom they liked. They can assist or take over the teaching. Anything they wish.

After 2 days of teaching and lots of questions, a few facts became clear to me:

1. The children haven’t been progressing in their learning. Every batch of volunteers who come in, change the curriculum to suit what they think is workable. They take some time to assess what the children can do, then take more time to write a new curriculum, then leave. The process then repeats itself. The ‘you can do anything you wish’ attitude towards volunteers isn’t nice, it is random and therefore useless.

2. At maximum 15 or 16 their families will need them to work. They will be sent to the borders in ‘unskilled’ jobs – factories or construction. No need for English there.

3. Even if they possessed a superb level of working English AND had the money to go to university, it will be very hard to find a job anywhere in Cambodia.

4. Since OBT started in 2009 only 8 from the program have moved on to tourist jobs in another NGO. 8.
The rest are either staying to work in farms or gone to work in factories, construction (and most probably Ktv bars).

5. My teaching in the classroom only gives the khmer teacher time to check Facebook on her phone. I come in, amuse myself with the children for a month or so then leave. It is not only inconsistent, it is also not helping. I was naive to think one month (that’s what the website recommended) was enough to make a meaningful difference.

6. What this organisation needs is direction. It is only with direction and effective leadership that anyone’s donations will be put to good use. If and only IF there is enough money, it will be needed to pay for good local teachers (to teach them English), to pay for every child’s bribes in their schools (local teachers withhold necessary teaching content because they don’t get paid enough by the government. It’s about 5 usd per subject. Then maybe the children will have enough knowledge to sit for exams. Maybe they will pass), for the children to go to university, then money to bribe employers to hire them. That sounds like a lot of money and a lot of maybes and ifs.

A dream shatters. Very dramatic.

So I leave.

I could stay and enjoy the village. It was very enjoyable. Idyllic. But this is not a holiday. Volunteering isn’t volun-tourism.

I created a few documents for the volunteers who were staying till the end of June/July. They have never taught so I gave them all I knew. It had to be adapted to the village and situation. I created a simple record for each child – it assesses their language proficiency so each batch of volunteers who came along just needed a glance at this document to know what the child already knows. I gave them and the khmer teachers a lesson in teaching. How to command a class, how to structure an hour’s lesson into purposeful chunks that target different objectives, ideas for games and activities, how to make it all worthwhile and interesting. I’ll put this up in my next post for helps and tips from other teachers out there!

Those organisations that truly make a difference are sustainable and provide jobs for the community they are helping.

Example: Epic Arts Café
http://www.epicarts.org.uk/cambodia

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Her name is Song Nop, she’s 22, walks with a limp and has a beautiful smile. I am wearing a shirt I bought, designed by one of the many disabled children the organisation is helping.
Epic Arts Caf̩ employs deaf and disabled Cambodians. They provide 3 areas of help Рinclusive education, community arts, social enterprise.

Here is a website for ‘true’ NGOs

http://www.canbypublications.com/cambodia/cambodiavolunteer.htm

Here is an example of what a volunteering page should look say

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So…

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Yes they are very cute. Children will be lovely and appealing wherever they are. This little girl was one of my secret favourites. I love children, but I never so much as hugged her.
If I gave her all my affection, picked her up all the time, squeezed her, hugged her for a month, then left. Another volunteer comes along, cuddles her to bits, then leaves. Will she feel sad? Yes. Will she feel hurt? Yes. Will she understand? No. Might she develop strategies to harden herself to hurt? Probably.

We all want to give. Might be guilt at being so fortunate, might be a true blue desire to help. Nothing wrong with that!
In my honest and humble opinion, we don’t have to seek where to give to really give. We live our lives and give as and when the opportunity arises. Being kind to a seemingly annoying colleague at work, showing a supportive smile and thanking a cleaner/rubbish collector, holding the door open even though you are in a hurry…everyone is suffering in their own way. Kindness starts here, in our hearts, towards ourselves, and then to those closest to us and then beyond, to the world out there.

Hello AGAIN India!

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I’M BACK. Holy cow and holy moly. How did it happen? Aren’t I used to over thinking something to death and finally brush it off and not do it? E. G. I’ve always wanted to take 3 months off to work and ski at the same time. Never did it. Always wanted to learn how to sew, make my own clothes. Never did it.

Then somewhere in Jan 2014 I thought – I will really like to go back to mysore for a month of intensive practise with Vinay Kumar (a super human yoga person). Wouldn’t that be a cool idea. How often am I going to be unemployed and free to do whatever I wish?
Hmm. Maybe not.
Why not?
Well. Coz. It’s money.
Some money!
Err. Hmm. Ok! I’m gonna do it!

Here I am. It’s been one week of practise and I’m happy as any happy human bean can be.

Ooooh! A transformer pretending to be a house. Can u see its face? Windows as eyes, white mustache, and it’s humongous mouth
“ey ‘uman, me am going to eat you with my beeg teeth and beeg mouth. Crunch crunch”

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Wot a fluffy proud rooster. The most majestic I’ve ever seen. What’s a beauty like this doing running around? India is so liberal about their animals going around free as anything. How do le chickens know how to find their way home!?

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Aren’t sunsets that much more precious when you just… Look up.

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Friends 🙂 new friends. Who said language had to be a barrier…

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Love,
Qiu

Periyar ‘Tiger’ Trek (Western Ghats, Kerela)

Rant: A tiger trek it was not. Wildlife yes. Had we known we wouldn’t have travelled here, waited 4 days for our turn on the trek, and spent 7000 rs each for 3 days 2 nights. 3 days 2 nights it was also not. More like 2 days 2 nights. 3rd morning was spent walking back the same way we came. The website doesn’t offer information about the trek and neither does the lady selling it at the eco tourism office. Nothing besides pay now now now or your place will be lost. Grrr. We had so much faith and hope for tiger. Do not come here for tigers. Our guide has worked here for 16 years and seen tigers only 5 times. 5! Come here for loads of green, and a nice forest stroll.

Rant over!

Don’t get me wrong, I had a good time overall. Just annoyed re tigers could have been rotting by Goa’s beaches yada yada.

This was what happened:
Day One
930-1230: stroll through forest en route base camp. For the first hour we could still hear tuk tuks honking on the road and tractors doing their, etc. We did see a group of deers within the first 5 minutes!

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So close. So national geographic. I grew up in Singapore so the city is all I know and I still get intimidated by monkeys. This was awesomes.

We also saw the malabar squirrel. Endangered! Twas big.

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Excuse me squirrel, you are so bright – no wonder you’re endangered. Please evolve. You’re gorgeous.

We saw many giant trees

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Saw a black monkey glaring at us (can u see it? In the centre, tiny.)

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Saw locals fishing in periyar lake. I know. It’s a wildlife reserve. Why are they fishing? Anyway. Moving on. Periyar lake is man made by the way.

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Walked through lots of green

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Pondered life and death

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Crossed the lake on bamboo raft to our campsite

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1230-3pm:

Base camp! It had a deep trench surrounding it. V safe.

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Kitchen

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Lunch –  tapioca salad. Yummm

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330-630pm stroll around base camp. For the rest of the time we basically walk out from base camp, and return, and walk a different route next time. We thought we would be roughing it out and camping out there, go deeper into the forest, getting more wild. Nah.

Saw a few bisons! So large. Not my idea of bisons tho. Thought they were… Furrier.

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Went to the top of a hill to spot tigers

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Instead we saw 2 wild elephants nom noming in the distance. Couldn’t capture it with my measly canon S95.

Night time fell about 640. Completely dark by 7. We had a lovely thali dinner. 3 types of vegetables, dal and papadums. They served us hot tea all the time. Lovely. It was 5 star camp treatment! Warm sleeping bags. Camp fire built every night. Not once was I bitten by mosquitoes the whole time! Fireflies at night 🙂

At 1am the guide woke us up – a wild elephant had come right up to our camp to eat leftovers they left outside! SO COOL.

Day Two
Sun starts to wake up about 6am.

I was up by then. The lake was shrouded in mist. Lovely. Absolutely lovely. My camera just makes it look gloomy. Lake totally still. Happy birds, cool cool air.

7am: tea, bananas, biscuits.

8-1030am: forest stroll.

Didn’t see much. Saw a gigantic spider

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That’s the female. The male is a small orange spider about 1/8 its size. Wow. Girl power.

Had a couple of massive hornbills flap away from a tree towering over us! Kerela’s bird. Yellow hornbills. They looked way happier and healthier than the dull coloured ones in the Singapore zoo 😦 don’t believe in zoos very much. Zoos are only happy places for birds and monkeys.

Visited a small fishing community.

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This is how they dry out their small fish – fire lit underneath, fish on black surface, left to dry.

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1030-3 pm: came back to base camp, had breakfast served to us at 11! Lovely channa masala and pani poori. Very yummy. But we had so much time to kill. 130pm lunch was served. Couldn’t eat much at all. Lazed by the lake on the bamboo raft and napped.

3-6pm: last stroll. Saw more bison, deer, mongoose scampering away, colourful parrots and various birds. Squished through plenty of mud. Reminded me of We are Going on a Bear Hunt. Mud! Thick oozy mud. We can’t go over it, we can’t o under it, we’ll have to go through it, squelch squerch squelch squerch. (from memory. Mummies reading this forgive me if I’m wrong!)

That night, we had another visitor check out the scraps – a porcupine! Whoa! How cool is that?! It was so big! Like a Chow Chow. They kept telling me to be quiet but I was so very surprised and amused to see it. It was right up close!

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Day Three
Breakfast sleepy Chris style:

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We didn’t go for a morning stroll. Just woke up, enjoyed the morning, left for the same route we came on the first day about 9am.

But not before we saw… An elephant playing on the opposite side of the lake!

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It’s that small brown/black dot right by the bank. They coat themselves in mud to protect against honey bees.

The bamboo raft

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Our gorgeous shoes. It looks better than it was. Chris’s shoes were truly screwed.

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Thank goodness for the leech socks they gave us. Leeches aplenty. They were gross. Pools of leeches everywhere!

Last picture. Trek ended 3rd day at 1030am.

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Picture lacks Aneesh, our gunman. Don’t know why they needed this entourage take care of just the 2 of us. They were good though, and like Kumujon said, “your luck and my maximum try.”

Southern tippy tip of India (Kaniyakumari)

India is shaped like a rooster on tip toe.

Kanyakumari, or Kaniyakumari is a tiny touristy town on the southern most tip of India. The toenails of the tip toe ing rooster! There is no X that marks the spot, but you can walk among the last rocks before 3 oceans meet – bay of bengal, Indian ocean, Arabian sea. Pretty cool eh. Due to its special geographical location, the sun moves in a full arc right in front of you. Sunrise on the left and sunset on the right. 3 oceans, sunrise and sunset. Totally worth the journey.

From Tri Sea Hotel at 530am (nice hotel, bit overpriced, horrible management)
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We could have viewed the sunrise on the fifth floor of the hotel but decided to go down to the beach. Good decision. Mingle with the locals. A lot more character down there.
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Once you reach the street leading down to sunrise point, you will see a whole throng of locals heading there too. Like ants! We follow. Boy were there a LOT of people. It was Sunday I suppose.

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A lot of people. Reminded me of Varanasi. This is all before 6am! There is something about Indians and holy activities. They are very devout. This is considered a sacred spot.

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Sun is rising! Wheee. So lovely. Chris was grumpy of course. Early morning is not his thing.
That huge statue is a Tamil poet called Thirukural. It’s 40.5m tall!
We were too worn out to visit the temple, but it sounded interesting. Kumari Ammam temple – goddess Kumari defeated a whole bunch of demons (probably male) so it’s all about girl power here. The India Bible ie Lonely Planet book says candles are vulva shaped in reference to the sacred femininity of the goddess, and men must remove their shirts to enter! Girl power indeed.

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Nothing else to do but take fun pictures…what is that, a bird a plane? No! It’s super Qiu!

Lame…
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Nom nom nom

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Locals having fun with ocean spray

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And
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Sun is up!

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By sunset, we were tired and grumpy from drama with hotel. Here are some sunset pictures but we didn’t find it as wow as sunrise.

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We decided to stay away from the crowd this time. Watched the ocean crash right in front of us.

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Weird poster effect picture of Chris and I.
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Sunset
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In my honest opinion, sunrise and sunsets as some point look quite similar. I wouldn’t really be able to tell if a picture were presented to me: is this sunrise or sunset? Don’t know. They both have red skies, pinkish light and an orange glow. However I think sunrises are more magic. There is the fact that sunsets are more commonly viewed; we are more likely to be awake for sunset than sunrise.
There is a difference for sure.
Sunsets signal an end. The air gets cooler, and the sky, darker.
Sunrises signal a start. Fresh. Everything gets brighter, clearer, warmer.

My kind of thing. My kind of nice.

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🙂

My 2 cents about India titles.

Traveling in India. Long train rides, lazy rest days, time killers during long queues, long bus rides…Ok take back the bus rides. They’re too jiggly and bouncy.

Arundhati Roy – The God of Small Things
I Read this in Singapore before this trip. It’s set some time back in Kerela, Cochin. It won a big award, and I can see why. The author has a unique writing style. Not so much quirky as artistic in the way words are used to evoke a mood, to get you to feel the book more than read it.
Ok to be honest this book freaked me out big time. No it’s not horror. It’s just too horrifyingly real and raw. Human nature, ugly, despicable. Human nature, love, beautiful.
Still it freaked me out. I had nightmares while reading it. I’m being honest at risk of labelled a woosie. I am! I like happy endings in the books I read. At least!

The book has everything. India, people of India, family, caste, love, childhood, etc. If you have a stronger gut than I do (not difficult) do do digest this book with relish and all the emotions that come with it.

Gregory David Roberts- Shantaram
Wow what a thick book. It is hefty to carry around but it opened my eyes to the thriving black market in India, life in the slums, and behind the scenes re crooks in India. Easy breezy read, gripping at times, very interesting especially if you’ve been to the places he mentioned.
It’s got drama, it’s got love, it’s got war and boy does it have India.
It’s half supposed to be a biography but can’t figure out how much of it is true. No matter, this guy sure knows how to entertain. He’s funny and he’s pretty wise too. I highlighted lots of quotes meaning to share them… and then gave the book away.
P. S. I gave up on the last 100 pages or so. Got a bit long.

P. P. S. The author wrote this book in prison. Prison guards destroyed his full manuscript twice. This is his third draft. Now that is strength.

Aravind Adiga – The White Tiger

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Dark dark humour. I didn’t find it funny, but Chris laughed out loud many times. Talked about the realities a young man from a lower caste faces, his perspective, and how he got out of it. It opened my eyes to all the nameless locals I meet, pedalling on the street, skinny, trying to get an extra 50 rs out of me. It made me understand what a damn hard life they lead and reminded me once again how ridiculously fortunate I am. It also showed me how to spot a well-to-do local. Chubby tubby and an attitude to go with it.

Chetan Bhavat – Revolution 2020

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Looks and sounds lame, I know. This book is set in Varanasi and is essentially a love story. That’s my conclusion anyway. It’s more than a love story. There is good, bad, fairness, unfairness. There is also the realities of passing one of the most competitive exams in the world, the IIT engineering paper. It’s about corruption (which book about India is devoid of the corruption topic) and money. All in all, it’s about his love for one girl.
This description of his love for the girl took my breath away – (paraphrased) did you love her? No I didn’t love her. Take all the holy men on the banks of Varanasi; all the devotion they put in their prayers and put that altogether. That. Was how much I felt for her. She possessed me.
SOB. *spine shivers
A compulsively readable book. I could not and did not put it down. This never/very rarely happens to me… Ask all my family and friends.

Sarah Macdonald – Holy Cow
Sorry but I think this book shot to fame because the author is in the media industry and so is her husband. It has a great title, but nothing much inside. My opinion anyway. She talks about spirituality, different religions, her research and direct experience. I found it a bit jumbled up and sometimes exaggerated. Not too bad but there are so many local authors who write the casual funny much better.

R.K. Narayan – a tiger for Malgudi

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Current read. Halfway through the book and I find that the pace just about picked up. Not bad though. A more serious writing style.

A big tip: BUY YOUR BOOKS IN INDIA. They are so much cheaper! 100-140 rs per brand new book! The print varies of course. Some are cheaper as they are photocopied rather than printed. Still very readable. Shantaram survived both Chris and myself and 1.5 months of being lugged about India. It’s thicker so after a good bargain I bought it for 400 rs (8.50 sgd)

READ BOOKS SET IN INDIA, BY INDIANS. I don’t know how to say this without sounding condescending and hope I don’t, but these Indian authors are geniuses. Especially those who aren’t internationally recognised. Boy can these people write. They write serious, they write light, they write everything. I supplemented my India trip so much more.
I have been incredibly impressed, and I will keep reading.

Tamil Nadu Temple Run (Chidambaram, Tanjavur, Madurai)

I shall attempt to de-rot myself via intellectual activities like…writing.

After nearly 3 months in India, Chris and I were thoroughly templed out. We’ve seen countless Jain temples, tibetan monasteries, sexy carving temples, simple local temples, rat temple (stupid Chris), mosques and Buddhist temples.

Lonely Planet guide book 2011 said Tamil Nadu temples will wow even the most temple-weary souls. They are right!

What set these temples apart is not only their unique Dravindian architecture and tall gopurams of brightly coloured sculptures of Gods. These places are very ‘local’. Pilgrims from all over India flock to these temples to give offerings and to pray. There is no foreigner trap, no neatly manicured lawns and Golden framed ticket booth. No western restaurants or typicsl western ‘backpacker’ clothes to sell.
It’s Tamil Nadu, as India as it gets, honk, dust, screech, and so much, so much devotion and worship from its people.

First stop: Chidambaram.
Too bad picture taking isn’t allowed in most of these temples. A Brahmin priest marched up to me and demanded I delete the photo “Now Madam, NOW. Picture of temple only, not of Gods.”
I understand though. The level of devotion we witnessed was incredible.

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Entrance to Nataraja temple. These high gateways are called gopurams. Cool eh. Most people worship Shiva, the destroyer. It’s because he destroys that new and good can be created. He’s feared and revered at the same time.
So the story goes that Shiva had a dance off with his wife, Parvati (or one of her incarnations). He kind of cheated by lifting his foot to his face (whaaat type of flexibility is that?) during the dance, and his wife could not copy it as it’s forbidden for women to expose their calves. She got really pissed off by the way, and devotees used to throw butter balls at her to calm her down.

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Guardians – big eyed, fangs… 6 feet tall, to scare us baddies away.

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There is art everywhere. On the ceiling, on the floor, in the detailed sculptures.

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Large complex

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It is a big complex with a main temple and mini shrines around, and gopurams north, South, East and west.
Inside the temples are devotees praying, mumbling, totally absorbed in worship.

-They touch the floor to their forehead.
-They smear ash or coloured powder on their foreheads. White ash – to remind/represent death. Coloured powder – women dot red powder to their foreheads. If they do it between their eyebrows, they have not yet married. If they have, they dot it further up, right on the hairline.
-They knock themselves on the head and pull their ears and bend their knees a few times. This represents how a god might be chiding them like how a teacher might reprimand a child. Knocking their head and pulling their ears also wakes them up and shows how serious their heart felt prayers are.
-some women have a yellow sheen on their face and hands. It’s turmeric, not jaundice. Meant for clearing skin thus beautifying themselves. If they have lost their husband, it is a sad sad situation. No more putting turmeric/making themselves pretty.

I get this from temple guides. They ARE worthwhile. I wish I had not been so skeptical and got temple guides when I could.
While temple guides were good, my memory is warped. Please let me know and don’t hate me if I have made mistakes.
P. S. When a temple guide presents himself to you, check 2 things – one, that he gives you I-am-a-good-person vibes. Two, that you can understand his English.
We paid the dude in Tanjavur 300 rs. The dude in Madurai 200 rs. An hour for both. The one in madurai used to be an English teacher. Thank ganesh.

Next up: Tanjavur

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Where we stayed! Clean and with cable TV thank goodness.

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Entrance.

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Upclose.

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Within the compound.

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Nandi, Shiva’s humongous bull. He’s licking his lips – he’s full and is digesting his food. Happy belly, happy bull.

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Chris and humongous bull.

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This is the third gateway devotees have to walk through. The first was the main gateway. Huge. The second, temple doorway, less huge. This one, small. To remind of the journey from birth to death – eventually we return back to earth, small, old, wrinkly, and even smaller later, as ash. Hmm. Doesn’t make sense. Can’t quite remember. Well there is some significance there!

Inside the temple there is a queue of devotees, waiting to be blessed by Brahmin priest and to pray to the Shiva lingam. It’s basically a giant penis. Really! Without the outline and detail. It represents creation.
So it went that back in the days when this temple was built, the king wanted something ‘permanent’ in the temple, just in case he lost his Kingdom to another king. He had the shiva lingam constructed first, larger than the doorway that was built around it next, so that future kings will not be able to easily get it out of the door. (just hammer the thing and take it out in pieces right!?)

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Fascinating old temple paintings on the ceiling.

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Smears on our forehead! Exhausted.

Third temple. And most magnificent: Sri Meenakshi Temple in Madurai.

You have to deposit your cameras and phones at the counter! We didn’t have to pay an entrance fee as we went through this gopuram :

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West tower, straight up from Temple street. It will be the first gateway you see if you came from the train station. Other entrances charged foreigners 50 rs.

It was massive! There were 12 gopurams and a labyrinth of temples and worshipping areas. Lots of corners to turn.

We were still navigating our way outside when we turned a corner and Whoa there was A TEMPLE ELEPHANT! Why hello! It was all dolled up in coloured powder and some head ornament. Too bad no camera. One big foot was in chains, and its handler was sitting there collecting donations. You basically step forward, hand your donation to le elephant, it sucks or scoops (if you handed coins) the money from your hand, lifts its giant trunk over your grinning face and thonks you gently on your head, then passes the money to its handler. Any amount will do. This is not a tourist trap.
I WAS SO CHUFFED and so was Chris. We stood there watching others get thonked. Little kids and some women were smiling and a bit scared of the massive animal. Others were coolio.

Inside, we saw male devotees prostrating in front of Shiva… And his lingam. There was an enclosed area where the tip of one sculpture was pure gold. Wow. Gold. Women aren’t allowed to prostrate. They merely kneel and bow till their head touches the floor. Not feminine to prostrate I suppose.

There was another area where people were walking 9 times around an enclosed area. Lots of little lights of ghee dot the ground. Don’t unlike those Ikea tea lights, but in tiny gold cups, filled with ghee.
So it goes that they believe, just like other cultures believe, that when we were born there was a certain alignment of stars. Jupiter, Mars, etc. Sometimes these stars are aligned ‘badly’ and things don’t go too well e.g. Can’t find a job. Walk clockwise 9 times around the enclosure and your planet misalignment will be set right

Every pillar is carved from a single block of stone and if the carver made a mistake and a chip of stone fell off, he will have to start on another block of stone. Must preserve sacredness of temple.

I was most impressed by this temple. Natural light shone through, as did a lovely breeze. It was the biggest complex out of the 3. Having a competent guide answer all your questions while you take a stroll around, admist statues here and there, watching locals do their thing (there are so many things to worship. There are the main areas and other little shrines around)…it was fascinating. Very fascinating.

No pictures inside so more pictures outside:

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There’s happy Nandi again.

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Shiva in various reincarnations – turtle, merman.

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Regular honks and dust. Streets around these temples are rubbish free. Super clean.

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Fresh Fruit juice everywhere! No sugar, no ice. Filled to the brim. 30 rs (60 cents)

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Varkala Beach (Kerala)

We have been in Varkala for the last 5 nights and I feel myself rotting. Slowly but surely. Don’t get me wrong, I love the beach. BUT. After traveling around India for 3 months, this is quite…crap. It’s so touristic I could be in Bali or Phuket or wherever. They’re all the same traps that make me feel so…stupid!
What’s wrong with me?! A beach holiday is a beach holiday, no? All relaxing and do nothing and lie in the sun all day? Don’t know exactly. Might be because I find Varkala beach so devoid of character and charm. It feels like a big set up, crammed full of lodging, expensive western restaurants (hey man. After 40 rs veg briyani I find 120rs for a measly veg briyani ridiculous), and shops selling the same tourist stuff and clothes that are made for tourists. Any direction you walk in is lined with locals desperate for your attention. Walk past 5 shops/restaurants and 6 locals will call out, “mam, what’s your name, which country, korea, Japan, konichiwa… Come inside, hello how are you. Hey! Mam, HELLO MAM!” good lord if you don’t go in they yell at you like it’s your fault! Leave us alone for the love of ganesh. Doesn’t help that I’m claustrophobic. Everything is mega cramped here.

Ok rant over. Now let me talk about the good bits. ie the reasons why we’ve been here 5 nights and counting.

(eh hem, clears throat and puts on a wide smile)

The ocean is magnificent. Really. It’s either Lakshadweep (what a name! Say it 10 times, fast) sea or the Arabian Sea. Varkala beach town is built upon the cliffs that overlook the sea. Stand anywhere on the cliff and you get a panoramic view of the sea. Spectacular. Waves are massive, pretty inspiring to watch but scary when you’re in the water. Don’t go out too far! We saw one dad go in with his… 7? year old daughter who had arm bands and goggles on. I wouldn’t do that if I had a child! She was constantly pinching her nose as the waves overtook her and daddy. The waves gush then drag you from underneath. Daddy had a firm grip on her but still…

Since it’s low season you get basic rooms with fan, quarter view of the sea (blocked by a more expensive place), wifi (yahoooo!) and attached bathroom for only 300 rs (7.50 sgd). Cottages cost about 1000 rs, also a good price. Walk up from papanasam beach out to temple road junction and there is a good local food place called sreenapam (or something!). A bus into varkala town to get fruits etc cost 6 rs.

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Route towards papanasam beach.

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Stupid picture of me but cute doggie! Lots of dogs around.

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Oh yeah. Papanasam beach is the holy beach. This is where locals go to pray and also to splash around, fully clothed. The foreigner’s hangout is at the black beach. Wear your bikini or go in your lingerie. Nobody cares! Woohoo. There is no tap to rinse so we just bring a bottle of tap water to get the sand off.

Playtime…

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