Devo

2.28.2016

Not the snack of the day.

Viper booze. Maybe vodka?
I actually didn't get a good luck at the price tag. I snuck a photo in the grocery store and someone was coming around the corner.

When I'm in a city, it feels like home and I can't imagine leaving it, until the day before I leave, and then I get the itch, even seeing other backpackers with their packs on makes me long for a nice long bus ride, but at the same time filled with the dread/excitement/anxiety of figuring out the next step. What transport/hostel/city/map/money is next!?! The unknown.

I have a few things I'd like to share about this odd experience of traveling alone. I spend a lot of time now by myself but surrounded by others. I also spend a lot of time in dorms....I'm pretty much just living out every persons dream of living in a permanent state of summer camp....sometimes I really don't believe I'm a grown up at all, I could be 12 again!
Dorms:
Metal bunk beds. Stories of bed bugs. Inappropriate things happening in bunks late at night. People being noisy. People staying up late giggling. People getting up early. People snoring. It's all part of it. I've now witnessed dirty people/clean people/loud people/messy peopme and it's never who I expect it to be!! Ladies can snore!! Also....it's such an intimate thing sleeping....just in that sense, I've now slept with 100's of strangers! Who can say that and really mean it? So grateful for my sleep mask and ear plugs!

I believe this is my first/last time truly backpacking. After a certain age you can still do it, but you become the weird creepy guy/girl which I have become all too familiar with as luckily I do not take offense when the old Brit guy hits on me and I explain how things are *old and married and he feels bad for his creepy plunder gone south. Not to mention, jumping up onto a bunkbed?!? Not always so easy! I had one place where I was on the top of a triple decker! Don't think I'll be doing that in 20 years.

So that's the thing I struggle with the most in my writing this blog. Do I talk about the incredible culture of the new beautiful places I'm seeing....or the new beautiful culture of truly traveling as a solo backpacker and all the pros and cons of that interesting and unique culture in itself. Every day meeting amazing people from far off places in a hostel. It's intense! Plus, the hostel can make or break a city for me....if there's no atmosphere/social meeting space, my battleship is sunk. I rely on an open meeting area where I can introduce myself to others and make plans for the day....it's like speed dating for friends, but it's important!!! We are all doing it and desperate for a connection in the storm.

A little note here about writing about places....a lot of times my time to write is on buses/I pretty much never have privacy....to truly write my feelings about the full experience of a place....it feels wrong and offensive knowing full well the local guy sitting next to me on the bus is reading my every word in English with interest and curiosity.

I have all kinds of biases and intrigues and attitudes. Also bad things happen and great things have happened and I've edited those out too....hopefully I can do better from here on out in sharing info...

Well. I guess I can start now!

Two friends have been mugged in front of me. That's for starters. Both in Cambodia. Luckily I have lost nothing but the trauma is real and raw and it's horrible to witness. Both are safe and in the end lost nothing special but had to cancel debit cards and will need to return destroyed items to REI. They were smart and lucky and cautious. Keeping money in a bra instead of a purse in one case or locking their bag to their bike in another. Both drive by motorcycle robberies on main busy roads.

The poverty here is intense. Grandma's digging thru trash heaps. Children begging and memorizing capitals to impress tourists. The line between rich and poor is beyond drastic and it's scary and real and raw. Giving money to beggars with babies on their sides will accomplish nothing but it's heart breaking to walk by and do nothing. It makes me feel a lot of feelings about the support people need from each other.

So there's my thoughts on life tonight. Thinking of all of you that I love in this moment sitting solo on pub street sipping an angkor beer and wish you well. Cheers!

Snack of the day

Yes. I did it. I finally ate a fried worm!

2.27.2016

Local Food

Most of my favorite experiences in Vietnam revolved around food. Buying it. Eating it. Looking at it. Watching the world go by.

I'd say that this is pretty accurate for locals as well.

To really understand the experience, you have to go, but I'll do my best to explain what happens when you're hungry.....

You walk along the street. Restaurants aren't restaurants, they're shacks or the first floor of houses with little mini plastic tables and chairs, with a glass display case on a square box showing the raw ingredients they use...veggies, meats, sauces sit all together in little bowls or bottles. Usually there's some kind of giant pot simmering in back as well...that's broth. Once in a while you might see a huge metal round pot sitting up front next to the display case. Those are steamed buns with BBQ'd meat inside.

Based on what's in the window, it's easy to know what to order, because there's usually just one thing they sell and you just tell them how many. For that, you hold up a finger or two fingers and then sit down awkwardly, legs dangling on either side of the table and wait. It's perfect.

If it's soup, there will be bowls in the window. If it's banh mi, you'll see baguettes. If you want a fried egg, yep, big bowl of eggs. One stop shopping, like picking out donuts or pastries from a window.

The other thing I loved about this set up is that it's all one person (wait staff, cook, cashier) and all right in front of you. You are sitting behind the kitchen watching the magic happen. There's nothing to hide!

There's always a large amount of condiments available on the table and a little mini trash can next to a table leg, usually a chile sauce, a little bowl of fresh limes, bean sprouts and if you order soup, they bring out a great big basket of fresh herbs and greens...some of them oddly shaped and fuzzy.

I will admit, I got Pho'd out. Especially for breakfast. But then again, I have also discovered I'm not a breakfast person.

In Cambodia I've been eating less cart food. It just doesn't look as fresh or enticing, but the restaurants can be cheap and good if you find the right one. I'm getting the nerve up to try a large brown deep fried thing the shape and size of a burrito that looks to have pepper and herbs in it, but I always see them being made along side tire and plumbing stores which unnerves me for some reason, even while watching the burrito sized donut like globs fry to perfection and smell delicious.

People have told me the food is not good in Cambodia before I came. I believe they weren't eating in the right places. You have to HAVE TO go where locals go, that's the only way. That's where the real Khmer food lies. I discovered two small cheap good restaurants next door to my hotel that lie across the street from a University. You get free unlimited iced tea. Free soup. And a heaping plate full of noodles or rice with beef or pork and veggies. I've also tried the Khmer soup, a cousin to pho, but green onion and fried shallot instead of fresh herbs and a sweet peanut chile sauce on the side.

Two of my favorite dishes in Cambodia are Amok (a fresh fish peanut sauce sweet curry with big chunks of lake fish) and Lak Lak (meat - pork, chicken, beef fried in onions with a sweet sauce served with white rice and fried egg). I have a belief the beef is the way to go here as the mini bus drive thru the countryside contained 1000s of big fat white cows wandering the streets. FREE RANGE!!!! I'm afraid my seafood days are over....in Mui Ne, the ocean resort town I was in, the tofu curry cost $2 and the seafood curry jam packed with fresh shrimp and calamari was $2.25. Yeah. I know. I'm sooooo lucky.

I've also seen balls of things on sticks, colorful balls of things in large piles, pickled veggies in giant glass jars. You've already seen my selection of dried veg and fruit snacks. There's a lot I haven't tried yet, but I still have time before heading to Thailand at last on the 3rd. I'll try to take/find some photos To explain my wonder and awe at food.

Snack of the day

Mango smoothie.
I now have a smoothie guy. $1, and spparently, the more often you go, the more overfull the smoothie becomes. Plus, today I met his kids. Aged 1, 5 and 8. the one year old poked me and my map equally, the 5 year old counted to 10 for me in English and the 8 year old little girl stared deeply into...I think my forehead....for a good 5 minutes.

2.26.2016

Angkor Wat Day 2

Snack of the day

Think chewy slightly sweet green tea flavored soft gummy rice goo filled with a chewy slightly sweet pumpkin filling.

Kind of the texture of chewing gum.
Yum!

Minnesotans mingle in Kampot

First day in Siem Reap

Lucky for me I met a really lovely couple from Seattle in Battanbang...the town I was in last....and spent the day today biking around Angkor Wat together. It was a really beautiful ride in itself...I'm told we biked 30km, and we saw I think 5 of the major Wats.

We are planning to spend tomorrow wandering around together as well and then I'll have one more day on my own after they leave to see the big one....Angkor Wat (that's the very large Wat in the center of the park) which I'm planning to bike to for sunrise.

Exhausted but happy while I sit poolside at my hostel and catch my breath!