Sunset in Boracay

There's not a huge amount of things to do on Boracay, apart from lay on the beach, swim, eat, drink, water sports, and walking up and down the beach. But that's the charm of any tropical island.

And then, of course, there are sunsets....

Black Saturday Bushfires, One Year On

One year ago today, on 7 February 2009, Australia experienced its worst natural disaster when massive bushfires swept across the state of Victoria. 173 were killed.

This is my small memorial to those people who died, their grieving friends and families, the injured, the countless dead and injured animals, the firefighters, and the devastated small towns across the state which are still recovering.

Boracay island, the Philippines #1 - banana boat

These kids really wanted to try the banana boat at Boracay, but the boat owner had already brought it back to the beach for the night. Give it a few more years yet, kids! These rides can get seriously dangerous in rough weather, bucking like a bronco at a rodeo.

Beware of the snake!

This sign was in Edo Wonderland near Nikko, Japan. I love the fact that the snake still manages to look like a cuddly toy...

Some Overseas Food Highlights/Lowlights

One of the great pleasures of travelling is trying all the various types of local foods available. Some are delicious, others are not, others again are beautiful to look at but taste terrible, while other evil-looking substances taste heavenly.

Here are a few examples of some different types of food I have eaten from around the world, as well as others I had no intention of eating and never will. There's only so far an open mind will take you before your churning stomach says a very distinct no!

One of my favourite meals in Laos was the Luang Prabang speciality, buffalo soup. This was flaming-hot with chilis - one of the spiciest meals I have ever eaten, up there with Thai green papaya salad (som tum) - but it's so tasty that the burning only added to the pleasure. Of course having plenty of fine Beer Lao on hand helps too! Another great facet of Lao cuisine was the presentation of rice (always the delicious sticky variety) in a tiny woven rice basket with a lid. When you've finished your meal, it's good manners to place the lid back on top of the rice basket.

I've also added a photo of the very yummy Lao spicy beef salad called "larb", again served with sticky rice. I had this after a very long motorbike ride over the Bolaven plateau, my hands were so sunburnt I could barely pull the rice out of the rice basket!

The photo below shows a close up of a Filipino delicacy called 'balot'. (WARNING: the photo of the 'balot' may be confronting for some readers.) As much as I like to try different foods wherever I travel to, there are still some limits that I cannot bring myself to break through. Balot is one of them. This is basically a duck embryo still in its shell. The shell is peeled off by hand to reveal the blue foetus and hard-boiled yolk. The entire contents are eaten. Watching Filipinos eating this was unbearable for me, my stomach somersaulted. They seem to particularly enjoy the sensation of the duck's beak crunching between their teeth. This has to be on a par with some of the world's most extreme eating experiences, such as eating fried tarantulas in Cambodia.

The food in the plastic cup is called 'taho', from the Philippines. It's soft fresh tofu with tapioca in a sweet warm palm sugar syrup. Great for breakfast! I had this every day, it was sold by local vendors carting the ingredients around in two cans suspended from a long piece of wood that the vendor carried across his shoulder. As he walked around with his burden, his cry of "Taho!" would echo across the village.

Have you ever tried any of these foods? Or how about something that was so repulsive that you couldn't eat it? Let me know what you thought of them!

"Determination is a Lao concept"

I was lucky enough to have one of the most memorable, interesting chance meetings in my life when I was in Laos earlier this year. It's an incident that has stayed with me very strongly since then, and it will probably stay with me for many years to come.

I was in the northern Lao town of Louang Prabang - a place I had wanted to visit ever since first reading about it books and seeing on travel shows on TV. It's every bit as good as I had imagined - the cool fresh whitewash of the colonial-era buildings against their timber frames and lintels, the full golden and crimson tints of temple pagodas at sunset, the tropical heat reflecting off the Mekong River, the lush greenery, the riverside garden plots enclosed with thin bamboo sticks, the buffaloes wading and immobile in the river shallows, the surrounding hills and mountains, the glint of the monks' saffron robes as they move very quickly past white shops and whiter hotels, a glimpse of young women practising Lao dancing in the sun-dappled courtyard of a private home, their wrists and knees supple while their fingers are rigidly convex.

Stopping at one temple at sunset, I listened outside in the twilight to the monks chanting. The temple grounds were tidy but the buildings were not in the finest state - roof tiles missing, peeling whitewash - and the chanting sounded half hearted and tired, but it was pleasant to sit there and listen and feel the slow stately town turn quiet and dark around me. Soon the chanting stopped, and the monks came out of the temple to return to their dormitories. Two monks returned with straw brooms and started to sweep the cobblestones of the temple yard. It was a simple task which they took pleasure in doing well, slowly and deliberately. I took a couple of photos.

One of the monks noticed me taking the photos and approached me. He showed an interest in the digital camera, but refused my offer of allowing him to take a photo of whatever he wanted. He explained that this would constitute a distraction, a 'game', something strictly forbidden to a monk. He introduced himself as La. His English was broken but he could easily take part in a slow conversation, so we sat for an hour discussing his daily life as a monk. He also asked questions about my life, friends and family in Australia. He was an interesting, thoughtful person, full of curiosity, modesty and tact.

He told me his story. He was from a small, very remote village in far North Eastern Laos. His family was poor, an illiterate farming family surviving on the absolute basic necessities and the charity of their local community. It  was in fact the local villagers who contributed enough money to La's education fund at the temple, otherwise his would never have been able to afford the costs. His father was a hard working father with affections to match, while his mother had recently passed away, owing to a prolonged illness which she had submitted to silently until the very last possible moment. There was also a younger brother whom La felt very protective of, and very guilty that he had left behind. There is no doubt that La would have had to continue in his father's way of life if he had not chosen to be a novice. For an intelligent person like La in his situation, becoming a monk in order to obtain an education was the only was out of the cycle of poverty that held onto his family. It's very common for Lao boys to become a monk for several years so as to obtain a cheap education; being ordained at that age is only temporary. It was a devastating choice for La to make, especially since his brother would be alone with an abusive father and was so young, but it was the only one to make if he ever wanted to follow his dream of going to university and eventually finding a job in the capital Vientiane.

I went back to the temple every day for the rest of my stay in Luang Prabang. La told me all his story and shared many of his opinions on Buddhism, theology, philosophy, his daily routines, Lao history. He was very gentle and softly spoken, as all Lao are, however whenever he spoke to his friends in the temple as they performed the menial chores of sweeping and cleaning etc, his natural liveliness and mischief came through, even when speaking Lao.

I hope he will obtain his dreams one day. With the quiet determination he has, and the clear presence of mind and natural intelligence, i am sure he will succeed. I can easily imagine him do very well at the temple school, graduate, move to Vientiane and attend university there, bring his brother down to the city with him, and eventually he finds the type of job and life he always dreamed of there.

Sun

I don't think I'll ever be as thankful for my car breaking down again. It forced me to take public transport into work, getting up earlier than usual and getting home about an hour later than usual. This meant that I  was lucky enough to see the first lights of sunrise and the last huge blaze of sunset. 

It's interesting to feel how contemplative these two times of day can make you. Maybe it's because there's that simple smooth transition between the dark cool solitary hush and the workaday glare filled with cars, computers and people. It's no wonder some cultures worshipped the sun, with its incredible powers to revive and warm. 

I found a magpie sitting on the powerlines that morning, unfazed by my presence, warbling to its mate, the single sound of the morning. Sun revived that sound, and revives it every morning.