tennyson

I was going through some papers today at work in one of our collections, and I came across a little note from Alfred Tennyson to the the former owner of the papers. It was quite commonplace, just a few lines, although charmingly poetic at the same time. But what I really loved...it was written on a little creamy sheet of paper with his address embossed on it...simply the name of his home, Freshwater, Isle of Wight. I have spent some fine days on the Isle of Wight...first with good friends when I spend a semester abroad in England...and later for my honeymoon, when Jesse and I almost got blown off of Tennyson Downs, and later went for fish and chips in Freshwater...best fish and chips I've ever had!

catching up with friends

With Matt, a friend from Japan.
At his Japan-esque apartment.

With Nevair, Nicole, and Sarah, friends from college.
At Newport Coffee House, which Nevair owns!

With Lauren, Carrie, and Chris, friends from college
At the Melting Pot...yum!

just for fun

This is something I wrote last year when we were still living in Japan. It's been hanging out in my drafts box, and I thought that I might as well post it. :) Here it is...

Jesse and I took a little trip for Christmas this year, since we had a couple weeks off and there was a place we really wanted to see before we left. A couple things weren't what we expected...

It was supposed to be a winter wonderland. That's what all the pictures showed. It should have looked like this:


But it didn't. It was brown. And raining. And cold. It was so cold, it should have been snowing. But it wasn't...it was raining.

Then we stayed at this really cool place there where we were supposed to eat a super-cool dinner at a fireside hearth. It should have looked like this, plus a fire underneath and fish being grilled on sticks:But it didn't. They cheated and put a wood stove in the hearth, so there was no visible fire or smoke. Cheaters.

But, all in all, it was a great trip, and we're happy we got to see this part of Japan. We went to two places and both were picturesque. The first was Takayama, a charming old town that has preserved many of its old homes and buildings. This was a great place to just walk around and enjoy the town. Which we did a lot. Here are some pictures of Takayama:

A nice street.

An old merchant's home (as in, an old home previously owned by a merchant :)

Asaichi, or morning market. These ladies are out selling their goods every morning no matter the weather.

Another old home.

Then we took a bus a couple hours away to Shirakawa-go, the village shown in the snowy picture above. This was a great little village. Actually a World Heritage Sight. Very small, very charming, yet very real. There are a number of gassho zukuri, or traditional thatched roof farmhouses. At first, I felt a little disturbed by the sight of cars, plastic tarps, and souvenir shops, as signs of modern life. But after a day of walking around, I came to appreciate that this village is a very real place, with residents always trying to balance the historical significance of the place with continuing to live "normal" life. Although we missed the snow, I liked the way the raindrops dripped down the straw on the thatched roofs and seeing colorful umbrellas all over the town. The dinner at our inn, although there was no smoke and no fire, was still great. We even got to have mountain vegetables with miso paste cooked on a magnolia leaf, one of the area's specialties.

We debated about staying a little longer the next day in case it snowed and got beautiful, but we were pretty ready to get home. We hadn't been on the bus back more than 10 minutes before it started snowing. We looked on a live webcam today and, wow, it looks beautiful. :) Oh well.

i'm back

Well, I am back to blogging, if anyone is still around. :) It's been a while. I just now loaded some new photos on to my new computer. And since it's completely impossible for me to write anything without fun photos as a supplement, I just haven't written. From now on, I hope to post a few things here and there, as a good method of procrastination in my second semester of graduate school. (See below for my first new post about my pretty puppy.)

snow baby

This is Yuki, our new puppy (he's huge). He loves the snow. Appropriate, as that's his name.

Luang Prabang, Laos

I finally put some pictures on my new computer and thought I'd share a few of my favorites from Luang Prabang, Laos. It's a beautiful little town in the northern part of the country, often described as the "best-preserved" city in SE Asia. You can still see a lot of French colonial influence. I've been reminiscing a lot lately, and these images come to mind often.





P.S. All of my vertical pictures have been rotated on my computer, but for some reason, when I try to post them here, they revert to their original horizontal orientation. Any tips?

connected

I have internet, I have a computer, I have a cell phone. Of course none of my photos are on this computer...that's the next step. More coming soon!

new eyes

I'm back in America, and I feel like I see things differently. I have made the drive between Eau Claire and Chicago countless times, but when we drove that way just a few days after flying in, it was the most beautiful it had ever been. Green, rolling hills, lots of trees . . . it all looked almost foreign to me. Being in small towns off and on the last few weeks, I've appreciated little cafes and motels, friendly (English-speaking) strangers, and lots of things that feel specifically "American."

finishing up

Tonight's our last night of the trip. It's so hard to believe. Tomorrow we fly to Chicago and we'll be hanging out in the midwest until we move to Urbana in August, where I will be starting grad school in the fall.

The last few weeks of this trip have been very different from the first few months. Leaving SE Asia to go to Bangladesh and India was a big change; we found the regions to be very different from each other. Bangladesh was absolutely amazing. It definitely was one of the most satisfying parts of the trip for us, in large part because of how friendly and helpful everyone was. We met so many nice people.

At the end of our time there, our luck took a turn for the worse. We had booked tickets for a 30-hour boat trip which we were really looking forward to, then missed the boat because our cab got a flat tire and then we were delayed at the passport office, getting a form that we ended up not needing anyway. We thought we'd just re-book for the next day, but they cancelled the boat due to weather. So we caught a bus to Calcutta, and in the meantime I started to get sick. We spent four days in Calcutta, all of which I spent flat on my back in bed. We made our way across India by way of two overnight trains and one day-time train, all of which had major problems and delays. I started to feel better, but then got a sinus infection. When I went to get it checked out, the doctor insisted I stay at the hospital and get an IV for my dehydration. Two days there brought us to the end of our time in India. That night we headed to the airport, only to find that our flight was cancelled. What a crazy couple weeks! I have always dreamed of going to India but spent most of it in a hotel/hospital room. The little bits I saw were fascinating...and very different from what I expected.

Now we're looking forward to going back to the states and wondering what it will feel like! Catching up and keeping up on this blog didn't go as well as expected, but I hope to post a few more things once we're back in America.

bangladesh bound

We got the plane tickets and visas last week, so it's official . . . we fly to Dhaka, Bangladesh on Sunday! I'm really excited. Bangladesh has been the most tentative part of our trip and I think it's because I was afraid of being too disapointed if it didn't work out. In many ways, this is the most looked-forward-to part of the trip as well. My dad worked in Bangladesh for two years in the 70's and it's the combination of growing up on his slideshows from there and my mom's stories from South America that that have been my primary inspiration for travel. While we're there, we're hooking up with the organization that he used to work with (called HEED for Health, Education, Economic, Development . . . see their website for more info). They're going to show us around a bit, particularly in the area where my dad lived and where they continue to work on various projects. This is something I've wanted to do for a very long time, so I'm pretty happy it's all working out!

pathetic

My blog, that is. I left Vietnam two months ago and have been to three more countries since, yet haven't posted a thing. It's a combination of sporadic/expensive/not-always-very-good internet access . . . and pure laziness. But I still have some photos and stories I'd love to share, so I'm going to keep adding them as I can. I'm in Bangkok for the next few days, so hopefully I can get a little more caught up.

cambodia catch-up

In the spirit of catching up, here are some photo highlights of Cambodia, where we spent three weeks in April.

One of the biggest highlights for us was visiting Angkor Wat and the other ancient temples in the area of Siem Reap. We spent three days there riding in a tuk tuk from sight to sight and doing a lot of climbing around and picture-taking. Most of the temples were built from the 10th-12th centuries and while many are amazingly well-preserved and restored, others have been overtaken by the jungle. Both scenarios make for picturesque scenes.

Angkor Wat . . . the big one.

One of many huge faces carved in the walls of Bayon.

An out of the way, overgrown temple called Beng Melea.

Ta Prohm, famous for its jungle roots (and now, for scenes in the movie Tomb Raider).

Carvings at Banteay Srei, a small beautiful pink stone structure.

We also really enjoyed our time in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. Some of the Khmer architecture in the city was really beautiful.

The National Museum, a beautiful building filled with beautiful, ancient sculpture.

The vibrant throne hall at the royal palace.

On our way north to Laos, we visited the dusty town of Ban Lung in the Northeast of Cambodia. We rented a motorbike and drove to several waterfalls in the area, as well as a crater lake. We also spend a lot of time at our family-run guesthouse, where we were the only guests, chatting with the mom and eating her delicious meals.

Town of Ban Lung.

A little boy standing under one of the waterfalls.

Jesse beside another waterfall.

vietnam count

32 days
16 hotels
34 motorbikes
18 buses
5 cars
12 boats
3 broken down vehicles
100 (at least) spring rolls

i love boats and factories

Rather than taking a bus from Saigon, Vietnam, to Phnom Penh, Cambodia, we decided to go on a three-day tour through Vietnam's Mekong Delta that would take us, mostly by boat, into Cambodia. It was a good choce for me, as we were on at least seven different boats and visited three factories....two of my favorite things. :)

This picture is from a rice noodle factory where the noodles are made entirely by hand. I think it would be fun to try it out for a week or so...I am sure it must get tedious eventually.

We visited a big floating market, where the "big boats" show up with their produce (the long rod with vegetables tied to it is a kind of sign . . ."this is what we've got" sort of thing) and the "little boats" pull up alongside and purchase what they want, possibly for use, or possibly to be taken down smaller canals and re-sold.

This was the cheesy Disneyland-ish part of the tour. But we were on a boat with a couple from Japan, who live in a city near ours! We were only too happy to pratcice Japanese with them.

And another boat . . .

Our last night in Vietnam we spent the evening with a lady we met at the post office, and her family. It was really great to be in their home, talking about their lives, and even loking at their wedding pictures. The woman's father was a South Vietnamese soldier and it was really interesting to hear his perspective. Although he hasn't been able to work professionally since then, due to government restrictions, he is so happy for the peace and safety for his family.

On our way out of Vietnam we saw a wedding procession in a Muslim Cham minority village.



Riding up the Mekong River to Cambodia, we got to see lots of people living, working, and playing along the river's edge.

ho chi minh city (saigon)

I'm reading a travel memoir from the 1950's right now (A Dragon Apparent, by Norman Lewis) and this is what he says shortly after arriving in Saigon: "It was clear from the first moment . . . that the lives of the people of the Far East are lived in public. . . . The street is the extension of the house and there is no sharp dividing line between the two." Many things have changed in the past fifty years, but this is one thing that still seems to be true, at least in some parts of Saigon. In the neighborhood where we stayed (in the upper level of someone's home/guesthouse), the streets formed a maze of narrow alleys. During the day, the homes were wide open to the streets and you could easily look in and see the living areas, sometimes not much bigger than a closet, with tiled floors and a small red-lit alar and a stairway or even ladder leading to the upper levels. The houses were so close together that one night a neighbor was watching TV and we kept trying to turn the volume down on our TV, because it didn't seem possible that the sound was coming from another house. We saw a lot of interesting buildings in Saigon, many of them beautiful old colonial-era buildings. The building pictured below (built in the 60's) is the Reunification Palace, the former home of the South Vietnamese president and where the North Vietnamese tanks broke through the gates on the day Saigon "fell" or "was liberated," depending on perspective. We took a tour of the palace and saw the bunker and offices from which the president directed the war. In Saigon, more than in other cities in Vietnam, we noticed a strong official message regarding the war and specifically America's role in it. No one ever said anything to us personally. . . this was only the case during official scripted tours. What saddened me most about this is that many South Vietnamese suffered due to the war as well, but their message cannot be heard. Former S. Vietnamese soldiers, to this day, cannot have official residency in Saigon and therefore cannot own property or have professional jobs. We were told that many of the cyclo and motorbike drivers are former teachers, doctors, etc.

We took a day trip from Saigon and one of the stops was the head Cao Dai cathedral. Cao Daism is a religion unique to Vietnam. I believe that it is a kind of mix of Christianity, Taoism, Buddhism, and maybe Islam. We were at the cathedral in time for one of the daily masses. Altough we couldn't understand anything, the building was a sight to behold. :)

Another stop was at Cu Chi Tunnels, an amazing network of tunnels built by the North Vietnamese soldiers and the community in this area and used during the war. The tunnels have supposedly been doubled in size for tourists to try them out. I can't imagine them being any smaller. This is me trying not to let claustrophobia take over. Can you see the fear in my eyes? :)

hanoi to ho chi minh city in two and a half weeks

After enjoying our time in Vietnam's northern capital of Hanoi, we made our way to the southern metropolis formerly (and mostly still) known as Saigon, stopping along the way in various towns and cities. It was interesting to watch the landscape and atmosphere change as we made our way south. It got a lot hotter, the rice was taller, the houses were a different style, and the focus on the American War became more and more intense as we entered regions where most of the fighting took place. We pushed ourselves to go to interesting places and see and learn as much as possible. Then we hit the beach and took a vacation. :) Here are some photos from our journey to the south of Vietnam:

First up was Hue, the former capital of Vietnam with lots of history. We visited royal tombs, the citadel, and other important monuments from the age of the Nguyen emperors. Some of these also had connections with the war, as Hue is not far from the former demilitarized zone that separated the north and south. Jesse took a DMZ tour with a former South Vietnamese officer, and saw a lot of the important war sites.


Next we detoured inland to Bach Ma National Park, where we hiked around, swam in cool mountain pools, gazed at beautiful waterfalls, and picked up a leech or two.

Hoi An was just a little bit south, famous for its tailor shops and old preserved buildings. We enjoyed both of these very much. But as someone said to us, “In Hoi An, the Vietnamese are the minority.” Not exactly what we were looking on this trip.


So we went even further inland and off the tourist trail, this time taking a 12-hour public bus to a dusty town in the central highlands called Kontum. For the first time, we actually had to learn some Vietnamese phrases to get by. As Vietnam is home to 54 different ethnic groups (the Viet people making up 84%) we were especially interested in learning about some of the ethnic minorities in the area. We visited several villages with a local guide and even spent the night in one of them, in their central town hall-type building.

Time was going quickly and we planned to spend one night in the beach town of Nha Trang before rushing on to Ho Chi Minh City and then to Cambodia before our visas expired. But after spending a couple hours on the beach looking out at blue, blue water and enjoying inexpensive full-body massages on the beach, we decided to get our visas extended and finish our time in Vietnam a little more leisurely.

Our final stop on the way to Ho Chi Minh City, Mui Ne, was one of our favorites. We stayed at a nice little resort right on the beach for only $6/a night. The best part was that there was also great scenery around. We rented a motorbike and rode out to a red canyon, some sand dunes, and a place called the "Fairy Stream,"which was, actually, quite enchanting.


And that brought us to Ho Chi Minh City!