Showing posts with label Round-the-world. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Round-the-world. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 December 2011

philadelphia.

To those of you who have, at some point, followed this blog and been patiently awaiting for a wrap up of my round-the-world adventures... I owe you a sincere apology. It has been just under 3 months since my last post on the time I spent in India and one could certainly find it amazing how it has taken me so long to conclude the narration of my last week-or-so of travels before moving to Chicago. Well you see, things here - believe it or not - have been very hectic since day 1... with one's agenda being filled by academic, social and (at times) professional responsibilities and commitments. Don't get me wrong, it's not the hectic as I remember from my investment banking days... but hectic in a different (and much more holistically fulfilling) way. So now that finals are over and I am back in Chicago after an amazing week of Ski in Aspen, Colorado with c. 200 fellow Chicago Booth students, I have a bit of time to fill you in on the last stages of my round-the-world trip... on the last stages of the most exciting and enriching experience I have lived to date and which I hope you have thus far enjoyed sharing with me via this humble blog.

So up next... Philadelphia. Most, if not all (I would have put myself in this group until this summer), are probably thinking of that city in the state of Pennsylvania famous for the Declaration of Independence, the (cracked) Liberty Bell, Old Town, Geno's/Pat's Steakhouse, Benjamin Franklin and that wonderful higher education institution he founded back in 1740 and which I feel privileged enough to have attended. Well... let me tell you that the title of this post actually refers to a very different city, for the name was given by Ptolemy II Philadelphus, Macedonian King of Egypt, in the 3rd century BC to the city of Amman, in what is today known as the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan. After many centuries of divided and exchanged ruling, it came under Roman control and was later given its current name. This privileged position within the Roman Empire filled the region, and country as a whole, with a vast and incredibly rich legacy of temples, arches, forums, circuses, some of which can still be seen today (most notably in Jerash in the North of the country, on the border with Syria - where I spent a day) even if they are mostly in ruins. Over the centuries, Amman then began to lose importance with the vanishing of Roman influence in the region and lost its focal spot on the regional map to other more important cities such as Damascus and Baghdad., in part due to a series of natural disasters. It wasn't until the early 20th century when the city became the capital of the British-controlled Emirate of Transjordan that it began to exponentially flourish and grow once again. And to this day, Amman has maintained a very relevant position within the Middle East's geo-political landscape, given its unique position as an "axis" bordering country to Israel, Syria, Irak and Saudi Arabia. As one would say in Spanish: "casi nada..." given the history of the region in the last half century. For those non-Spanish speakers out there, guess it's kind of self-explanatory right?

So for the last week or so of my trip, I still had to cover Jordan and Turkey after what I could only describe as an epic journey through India for the previous 2.5 weeks. I got to Amman early in the morning on August 1st on a flight from Mumbai. I was aiming to stay there for a couple of days, then head south to Petra (mostly to visit the astonishing ruins) for a day, then return to Amman for another couple of days and finally spend one day visiting the ancient Roman city of Jerash - all of this itinerary obviously worked out on a preliminary basis on the plane and evolved slightly as my days went by in Jordan (I'm much more of an improviser than a planner when it comes to travelling!). Before getting into the details of my journey through Jordan, I feel I need to share with you that the day I arrived in the country was the first day of Ramadan, which is the fasting period for Muslims and lasts an entire month. Being an 97% Muslim-confessional country, this obviously applied to Jordan and, believe me, it was quite the experience to spend some time there at that precise time. As an explanatory note, during Ramadan, one is not entitled to eat (or drink!) between sunrise and sunset. This applies not only to Muslims but also to anyone visiting the country, especially in the more remote and isolated parts of the country, as restaurants are closed and, while stores are open, one is severely frowned upon if he is seen eating or drinking on the street and for not respecting local/religious tradition. The fact of being a tourist is generally not even an excuse, except in Petra, which would otherwise not have any visitors during Ramadan. Not that I am too in favour of such restrictive attitudes towards non-believers but I tried nonetheless to be mindful of these customs. In my 5 days in Jordan, I kept up with the eating part of Ramadan but could absolutely not deal without drinking any fluids... trust me, it's pretty damn hard! In my first day in Amman, I spent the morning and early afternoon in the hostel I was staying at downtown catching up on some emails and posting about... well, I don't exactly remember at the moment but given the lag I was carrying around that time, I guess it must have been Taiwan or Thailand. The rest of the day I set out to explore the city which, by the way, is not very big in terms of extension (even if it has a metropolitan population of c. 2.0m - or approximately the size of Barcelona). I visited the Citadel, the Gran Hussein Mosque, the Roman Amphitheatre and the local foodstuffs markets in the downtown area. I was quite tired from the flight from India so I called it a night rather early that day after grabbing a bite at a local restaurant near my hostel. I also had to take off the next morning at 6am to catch the bus to Petra, where I was planning to spend the following night.

So, the next morning I got on a 4-hour bus to Petra. There, I was hoping to visit one of the most beautiful and breathtaking archaeological findings of all time (or so I had been advised beforehand) and my 5th wonder of the world on this trip (after I had already visited Machu Picchu, Christ the Redeemer, The Great Wall and the Taj Mahal). I got to Petra in the early morning (c. 10am or so) and dropped of my stuff at the hostel. From there, I set to explore the old city. At the gate, I was immediately shocked with the entrance ticket price - - - 50JD for the day (or c. 55eur / 75usd)!!! Not cheap, especially for a budget traveller... but in hindsight totally worth it. I would end up spending a whopping 7 hours inside the archaeological complex, so the rate per hour wasn't excessive by any means. Also, I would say it was, alongside Machu Picchu, the most impressive sight I visited during my c. 6 months of travelling. During my visit, which took place under a bright sunshine and 35C+ temperatures, I trekked for most of it. As soon as I passed the Treasury (or that famous sight featured in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade), I took a left and hiked all the way up the mountain, where I was able to witness truly breathtaking views, in complete peace! I was also quite impressed by The Monastery, which is quite possibly the second most notable sight in Petra and is also atop a mountain one takes c. 45mins to climb via a narrow and steep staircase carved along the mountain side. Overall it was, while exhausting, a memorable day which I hope you can share even if only visually thanks to the pics below. Upon returning to the hostel, I met some cool people with whom I shared a big Ramadan feast for dinner served at the hostel and an interesting conversation over a few Petra beers (which surprisingly resemble a Coors Light bottle! Check it out: http://www.marcsbeercollection.com/Petra%20Beer.jpg) before calling it a night.

The next day I returned to Amman nice and early and upon arriving at the hostel (it was the same one I was at the first day in Jordan), I met Randi, a Danish girl, and Rob (aka Foggy Travels: http://foggytravels.com/), a Canadian guy from BC, with whom I would enjoy the city for the next couple of days. Given that the three of us had spent some time in Amman beforehand and had visited most of the tourist attractions, we mostly spent our time chilling and enjoying Amman by day and by night. In the evenings, we had dinner at traditional spots recommended by our hostel staff and which were packed with locals anxious to devour in good company after fasting for an entire day. it was quite interesting to experience that first hand and chat with some of the locals about it. We also hit up a couple of bars which (miraculously!) served beer and had some drinks while sharing our past travel experiences and future plans - Randi was moving back to Denmark after spending the summer working on a field project in Jordan, Rob was moving to New Zealand and I... well, you all know where I ended up! :)

After those quality couple of days, I went to the city of Jerash on my own to visit what many describe as the Pompei of the Middle East, or one of the largest settlements of Roman ruins in the world. The town is c. 1.5 hours from Amman and I spent most of the the day visiting the area. I was surprised not to see too many tourists... but heck, I'd rather have that! I got there on a public bus from one of the main stations in Amman and got back in a private (slash illegal) taxi that charged me c. 7usd for the ride back - door to door. I had to revert to this option as buses in Amman (or I guess in Jordan and much of the Middle East in general) don't have a fixed schedule and do not depart until these are full. Given that it was already 5pm when I was about to head back and the "last" bus of the day back to Amman only had a couple of other passengers (out a total occupancy of c. 30), the driver dismissed us all and told us to find alternative means of travel. I guess this has to be quite common, especially during Ramadan, so there are the usual "hawks" or illegal cabs waiting near the bus station. Mine was a nice guy and very interested in hearing about my travels and my impressions on is country. We had a very interesting chat for the whole duration of the journey into Amman. He mentioned he had to drop me off a couple of blocks away from my hostel, though, as he could not be seen providing services / receiving money as he was not an officially licensed taxi. I understood his stance and we parted ways after and effusive goodbye. To this day I can't recall his name but he was the bomb! After a calm evening at the hostel and a couple of skype calls to some buddies in Madrid, I called it a night. The next morning I was due to board a Royal Jordanian flight from Queen Alia International Airport to Istanbul, where I was due to spend the last 2 days (!!) of my round-the-world trip.

I hope to be able to post about that amazing week-end over the next couple of weeks as I enjoy my winter break from school in Australia with the family. Until then, I hope you enjoy the pics from Jordan!

pv.











































    


Thursday, 4 August 2011

plateforme.


After a great few days in Taiwan and following a very short stop-over in Hong Kong for the second time, I got on a Cathay Pacific flight bound for Bangkok, Thailand. Up next would be two weeks in which I would explore Thailand, for the most part. I would also end up finding a few spare days to visit Cambodia and the fabulous temples of Angkor...



“... Enfin c'était flou tout ça, pour l'instant je manquais de partenaires. Je me levai après avoir payé, marchai cent cinquante mètres en évitant différentes propositions et me retrouvai devant le Pussy Paradise. Je poussai la porte et entrai. Trois mètres devant moi je reconnus Robert et Lionel, attablés devant des Irish coffees. Dans le fond, derrière une vitre, une cinquantaine de filles étaient assises sur des gradins, avec leurs macarons numérotés. Un serveur s'approcha de moi avec rapidité... En plus je commençais à avoir envie de la 47, une petite Thaïe très mince, même un peu maigre, mais avec des lèvres épaisses, et l'air gentille; elle portait une mini-jupe rouge et des bas noirs... Je jetai un nouveau regard sur la 47: c'est un moment excitant, l'attente, on aimerait la faire durer très longtemps ; mais il y a toujours le risque que la fille parte avec un autre client. Je fis un petit signe de la main en direction du serveur... «The girl number four seven!» hurlai-je en détachant les syllabes. Cette fois il comprit, fit un large sourire et se dirigea vers un micro placé devant la vitre, où il articula quelques paroles. La fille se leva, descendit des gradins, se dirigea vers une sortie latérale en se lissant les cheveux... «What is your name ?» en profitai-je pour demander à la numéro 47. «I am Sin» dit-elle... Je me levai à mon tour. Lionel me jeta un regard reconnaissant ; il était visiblement content que je parte en premier avec une fille, c'était moins gênant pour lui. Je hochai la tête en direction de Robert pour prendre congé. Son visage aux traits durs, crispé dans une grimace amère, parcourait la salle — et, au-delà, le genre humain — sans la moindre aménité. Il s'était exprimé, du moins il en avait eu l'occasion ; je sentais que j'allais l'oublier assez vite. Il m'apparut d'un seul coup comme un homme battu, fini ; j'avais l'impression qu'il n'avait même plus vraiment envie de faire l'amour à ces filles. On peut caractériser la vie comme un processus d'immobilisation, bien visible chez le bouledogue français — si frétillant dans sa jeunesse, si apathique dans son âge mûr. Chez Robert, le processus était déjà bien avancé; il avait peut-être encore des érections, mais ce n'était même pas certain; on peut toujours faire le malin, donner l'impression d'avoir compris quelque chose à la vie, toujours est-il que la vie se termine. Mon sort était similaire au sien, nous partagions la même défaite ; je ne ressentais pourtant aucune espèce de solidarité active. En l'absence d'amour, rien ne peut être sanctifié. Sous la peau des paupières, des taches lumineuses fusionnent ; il y a des visions, et il y a des rêves. Tout cela ne concerne plus l'homme, qui attend la nuit; la nuit vient. Je payai deux mille bahts au serveur, qui me précéda jusqu'à la double porte menant aux étages. Sin me tenait par la main; elle allait, pendant une ou deux heures, essayer de me rendre heureux.”

Plateforme, Michel Houellebecq (2001)



Having read Michel Houllebecq’s “Plateforme” a couple of years ago and, like many, having a very limited knowledge of Thailand or anything related to the country and its people, I couldn’t help but have this general preconceived notion that this South East Asian nation’s tourism industry was, setting aside the beautiful beaches and other paradise-like destinations, partially devoted to sexual tourism. Nonetheless, as has been the case in other countries during my travels, this “projection” was more a vague idea cast upon me by Western “thinking” and urban legends rather than a genuine personal belief. Again, as has happened time and time again during the past 6 months, what I would encounter and discover would be totally different to what was projected onto me by the outside world...

After a very early departure from Hong Kong, I arrived to Bangkok in the late morning (factoring in time difference) and headed directly downtown, to the district of Silom, where I had booked a hostel for the next few nights. My initial plan, and after having chatted with Maria, a Spanish girl living and working in Bangkok (and very much a “local player” as her knowledge of Thailand, and South East Asia in general, is impressive) who had been introduced to me by a common friend, was to spend a couple of days in Bangkok and then head over to the Southern islands for about a week. The first day in Bangkok, I took it rather slow... I explored the area around my hostel, went for a nice meal to a local Thai place close by and in the evening met up with Maria and a few friends of hers in a popular expat hang-out spot to meet in person, after the excessive facebook/virtual interaction, and enjoy a fun evening full of music, free cocktails and endless banter on a rooftop terrace.

The following morning, I got up early ready to take in as much as I could from Bangkok’s cultural and local offering. I was in for a treat. Following a combination of my hostel’s map/guide and Maria’s sound advice, I visited the most amazing of places. This was one of the greatly surprising things about Bangkok: A huge city... yes; a hectic city... yes; a loud city... yes; a vibrant city... yes. But also a beautiful city, full of temples, green areas, amazing sights and some truly amazing areas to wander around and get lost in. Some of the highlights of that first day were the Golden Mount (Wat Saket), a golden temple nested atop a hill in downtown Bangkok where one can get some astonishing views of the city, the Grand Palace (and neighbouring temple), the former residence of the royal family where I was forced to borrow long pants from the cloak room as a sign of “respect” before entering the premises, the Reclining Buddha (inside Wat Pho), a gigantic golden statue of a reclining Buddha (of which I unfortunately have no pictures as my camera’s battery died as I was entering the templ!!), Chinatown and the commercial district around Siam Square. I have to admit that my first full day in Bangkok was rather exhausting... I spent most of the day outdoors, walking around the city under an intense and humid heat (a common trend in most of the Asian countries I have visited, whereby one sweats incessantly all day long!) so by the time I reached my hostel in the evening I was not in the mood for much. In addition, I was due to catch a plane to Phuket the next morning at 7am (very cheap by the way... flying with AirAsia is like flying with Ryanair pretty much!). I caught up with a few friends, wrote a few emails and called it a night.

After a c. 1.5 hour flight, I arrived to Phuket International Airport. As one can expect, and similar to what I would experience in many other places across the region, upon exiting the terminal building (well, not even – actually upon leaving the arrivals lounge/baggage reclaim area), I was surrounded (as were all others who had been on the flight with me) by cab drivers, tour operator representatives and other similar individuals begging that I follow them into whatever business they were offering. Having done my homework, even if just the night before, I had already booked a hostel in Patong Beach and had learned that a shuttle bus from the airport would take me there for just about 80 baht (c. 2eur). Compared to the ludicrous prices charged by most taxi drivers, I felt I did well. After sharing an interesting conversation on the bus with a Thai lady, mother of two and married to a Scottish dude, I arrived to my hostel in Patong. I relaxed for a bit before heading to grab a bite (my first Pad Thai – a local and delicious noodle-based dish with vegetables and a choice of chicken, seafood, etc. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pad_Thai) to the beach. To be frank, I wasn’t very impressed by the area in general – it didn’t really live up to my expectations. Again lead by urban legends, I thought Phuket would be worth a visit, even if short. Very crowded, very dirty (especially the beach) and a panorama filled with eager European tourists seeking pleasant and relaxing experiences in massage salons (here very much on the same wavelength as Houllebecq’s portrayal). Aside from that, not much to report really. Not my kind of place... spent the afternoon at the beach enjoying some beers and a good read. In the evening and after getting a sense for the “ambiance” along the main streets, I had a delicious bite at a tiny shop close to my hostel and called it a night quite early. I was also quite keen to work on updating my blog so I spent part of the evening on that.

The next morning, I took a bus from my hostel to the Phuket town harbour where I got on a ferry to Kho Phi Phi. I had heard great things about it, namely that it (or one of the islands – Phi Phi Ley) was where the movie “The Beach”, with Leonardo di Caprio, was shot. I met a couple of German guys, Carsten and Toby, on the bus/ferry ride over and after the 3 hour ferry ride agreed to spend the afternoon/evening with them. As a side note on the general transportation around the islands in Thailand if I may. It is rather interesting that it tends to be the case that hostels and hotels offer all-inclusive transportation packages, which most times include various legs and vehicles, at a cheaper bundled price than if one were to travel independently. Economically interesting that no real (or at least apparent) margin is obtained from ridiculous tourist prices on these bundles... nonetheless, assuming it is likely a question of volume rather than price as the “facilitators” likely get substantial economies-of-scale benefits... So in Phi Phi I was planning to spend just a day/night before hopping on yet another ferry en route to Ao Nang/Krabi. Phi Phi Dong, the island where I was staying (and, in fact the only part of the archipelago that is inhabited) is a beautiful little island with a stunning beach. Most shops, guesthouses, restaurants and bars are located on a thin strip of land with the beach on one side and the harbour on the other. After walking along the beach with my camera in hand for a while, I asked my hostel’s receptionist for some tips on local spots for fine dining. He recommended a small pad thai place just a few meters down the street. Overall, I must have had something close to 20 pad thais and the one in that intimate, cosy and tiny wooden “shack”, which very much resembled someone’s kitchen, was by far the best. Not only was it succulent but also the experience was a pure treat. The whole place was covered in notes, messages and drawings that had been left by previous visitors. I wasn’t surprised after my meal why nearly all of them praised those noodles... I also left my own “review”. In an effort to promote that little place I will not share it with you. Maybe, who knows, this will lead you to visit the island. Just need to ask for the best pad thai place in town to find it or try to recognise the setting from one of my pictures below. That same evening, I met up with the German guys and got a taste of the local nightlife. Totally different crowd and atmosphere when compared to Phuket, to say the least... A very young crowd in general (even younger that me I would say. ..), all foreign, very few locals and a nightlife comparable to Mykonos or any other Greek island. You get the idea, I imagine. Still fun to party on the beach in the company of interesting/fun people and those loveable “buckets”. It ended up being quite a late one, yet again.

In spite of the late night, the following morning I got up relatively early (10-ish) and in the early afternoon got on a ferry to Ao Nang, which is located in the Krabi municipality. Initially I wasn’t all that attracted by the area but as my parents are planning a trip to Thailand in the near future (potentially to Krabi), I decided to inspect the area nonetheless and to see what it had to offer. Again, very different to both Phi Phi and Phuket. This time around, I found that the Ao Nang area was more set up for families and couples. It is more resort-based than the other destinations I had checked out beforehand and it was a bit quiet I would say. Maybe part of it was due to the low (rainy) season during which I visited Thailand and the Andaman Sea. The day I arrived, and due to the fact that the journey from Phi Phi, which began at 2pm, took a few hours, I was unable to do much though. I explored downtown Ao Nang for a bit and hit up a local “food cart” on one of the main streets. Had some great curry chicken and a mango shake. Superb combination. Back at the hostel, which was unfortunately a bit out of town, I met an English guy, Dan, with whom I chatted for a while. As in so many occasions, the conversation mainly versed around our travel experiences. On top of that though, as with all Brits I have met on the road, there is quite a substantial “football” component to any conversation. Fun stuff...

The next morning, and after exploring the surrounding beaches for a while (which were quite phenomenal... and totally deserted!) I got on a bus to Hat Yai, which is the largest city in Thailand before the border with Malaysia. There was nothing in particular that I was aiming to do over there, but it was a must to stopover for the night if I was aiming to reach the island of Koh Lipe the next morning. In Lipe, which is part of an archipelago to the very South of the Andaman sea (if one were to draw an imaginary line continuing along the border between Malaysia and Thailand towards the Andaman sea... that’s where Lipe would be), I was hoping to spend a few relaxing days on the beach doing as little as possible, aside from snorkelling and enjoying endless beers and pad thais. Nothing much to report on Hat Yai really... I had been informed beforehand so wasn’t all that surprised.

Early wake-up the next day to get on the bus + ferry combo to Koh Lipe. The bus was standard enough, the typical minivan which is used for most short haul overland trips in Southern Thailand. But what I wasn’t expecting was the ferry... I was thinking it would be a proper ferry, similar to the ones I had been on over the course of the past few days, which were relatively slow and had a capacity of close to 200 people, but much to the contrary I got to ride on a c. 20 person speed boat for just about an hour, doing speeds of nearly 40mph the whole way over to the island. The sea was a bit rough that morning and many people got sea sick along the way. I was lucky enough not to, even if “sudé la gota gorda” (or had a few real bad moments) from time to time. Interestingly enough, during the low season (May – October) this once-a-day boat trip is the only means of access to Koh Lipe, so you can imagine how many people were on the island. Absolute paradise! Once there, I got to my “resort”, which consisted of a bunch of bungalows spread out across the beach and, after a little rest, set out to explore the beautiful virgin island. During the next couple of days, I didn’t do much really. Snorkelling, pad thais, beers, beach, reading, blogging... what a real holiday should be all about. At times on this trip it has been hard to “relax” (at least 100%) as I have mostly been going around “like a headless chicken” from one place to the next. This time though it was 100% though. The setting was ideal as well. Barely any foreigners, no one on the beach, the corals and the surrounding islands all to myself to explore with my mask, snorkel and fins...

After a superb couple of days, I returned to Hat Yai, where I got on a plane (again at Ryanair prices with AirAsia) bound for Bangkok. This time around I was hoping to spend one day or so before heading over to Cambodia. There were still a few things on my list that I had left from my previous stay a week or so back. From the islands though, I would conclude (and this really comes after having seen only a few spots) that there is in fact a bit of everything. I think there is sufficient variety out there for one to find whatever is being sought... whether it is go-go bars, family resorts, party central or stunning diving spots. That’s the beauty of Thailand I guess... there’s a bit for everyone. Maybe that’s probably why their tourism model is so successful as well! In Bangkok the following day, I made sure to enjoy a boat on the Chao Phraya river and go to Wat Arun (or Temple of Dawn), which is a big pagoda-style temple with unique decoration and from which there are nice views of the city laying across the river. Some more wandering around that amazing city and I called it a day rather early. I had to pass (not very common in me) on a night out with some people at the hostel as next up on the menu was a 4am wake-up in order to catch a train to Cambodia. That calls for another chapter though... I will leave you with some pics of my stay in Thailand. I did take way too many pictures (this time many many more than usual), so hope I picked the ones that let you picture this beautiful country best.

Hasta pronto amigos.

pv