Saturday, April 25, 2009

Bali Bound


I met a friend in the market the other day. When I told her I was going to Bali for a few weeks a dreamy look came to her face and she said...

"Ah, Bali. You'll like it there. Bali is ... slow. And the men wear skirts. I like a place where the men wear skirts."

I'm off to Bali. Back mid-May.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Travel Advisories



We woke up on our first morning in Bangkok to find out we weren't supposed to be there.

According to the morning paper, the Canadian government, along with several others, had issued a travel advisory, recommending that its citizens not visit Bangkok because of mass demonstrations forming in the city. Again. Last November, demonstrations by another group of discontented citizens had shut down the airport for almost a week. Some friends of mine from Manila who had been visiting at the time had been stuck in Chang Mai. (I was envious.)

The demonstrations taking place in parts of the city didn't affect us at all. We went on our merry way, traveling on the river, shopping, eating, gawking - the usual. There were definite signs that the tourism industry has been taking a hit especially since last November, although things have been unsettled for some time even before that. Every store you walk into, someone approaches to welcome you and to tell you that everything is discounted, usually by 50%. The hotels are not at all full, even at such a holiday time, and we could even see signs of cutting back on services in our own resort. River City shopping mall, an upscale art and antique place on the river is like a ghost town.

We saw on BBC World News the scene in Pattaya where the ASEAN summit had to be canceled when the demonstrators broke into the hotel where the meetings were being held. What a sight that was, helicopters evacuating the heads of state. How totally embarrassing for the Thai government.

This probably would have been a huge week for tourists in other times. As well as the long Easter weekend, April 13-17 is the Thai New Year celebrations, Songkran, which is a huge holiday. It is particularly memorable for the water throwing events. I guess it started out as some kind of genteel ceremony to pay respect to people, by pouring scented water over the Buddha statues, then anointing others with this "blessed" water as a way to give and get good fortune. Nowadays, it is often a complete street festival free-for-all with people dousing each other with buckets and Supersoakers. April is the hottest month so it may not be all that unwelcome. Even the elephants get into the act!


We left Bangkok yesterday and apparently things have become ugly yesterday and today. These soldiers using water cannon to douse a fire set by the demonstrators - not exactly what is meant by a water festival celebration.



Airport X-Ray Machines

I read an article about the plans by the U.S. Transportation Security Administration to replace walk-through metal detectors at airport checkpoints with whole-body imaging machines - the kind that provide an image of the naked body. Apparently pilot tests of the machines have been "so good" that they plan to make them standard eventually at all U.S. airports.

Shit.

Just when I thought it was OK to go back to the United States (see earlier post), it appears that there may be another boycott in my future.

Pico Iyer on Frequent Flyer Plans - "That funny system where you spend 6 days in hell and get the 7th day free."

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Summer in the City

Last year, our first year here, it seemed that there was only one season. Or at least that's what it felt like to me.

Hot.

But it appears there actually are seasons.

Hot. Hot and hotter. Hot and wet. Something like that.

We are now in what is called summer. March to May. The kids are out of school (except for the private international schools that break June to August). This year I can tell that it is definitely hot and hotter. In January when my brother was here it was actually pleasant. We walked over to the shopping/entertainment area near here, had dinner outside and generally enjoyed the warm breezes. Not now. Now it’s about moving from one air conditioned place to the next, by air conditioned car.

This week is called Holy Week in this very Catholic country and there is a mass exodus from Manila as Thursday and Friday are holidays and some places shut down for even longer. Many take off the entire week. The popular beach resorts in the Philippines will be crowded. Many of my friends are leaving the country and in fact so many of them are headed for Hanoi they’ll likely run into each other.

We’re heading to Bangkok for five days over Easter. Instead of a brief visit on our way to somewhere else as we’ve done often over the past year, this time we’re going to stay put in Bangkok, in our favorite hotel, a resort in the city on the Chao Praya river - relaxing by the pool, ordering some more silk dressing gowns and when the mood strikes, exploring some new places.






Happy Easter.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Duch

A darkness will settle on the people of Cambodia. There will be houses but no people in them, roads but no travellers; the land will be ruled by barbarians with no religion; blood will run so deep as to touch the belly of the elephant. Only the deaf and mute will survive.
Ancient Cambodian prophecy

Finally, at long last, the trial of the first of the Khmer Rouge bad guys has begun in PhnomPenh - Kaing Guek Eav, known as Duch (pronounced “Doik”). (See earlier post.) Duch is the only one who has pleaded guilty to the charges. The other four (that's all) who are to stand trial claim innocence, whatever that's supposed to mean.

Duch was the head of the Khmer Rouge’s secret police and in charge of the hell on earth torture chamber that was Tuol Sleng prison, code named S-21, where he personally oversaw the torture and murder of over 14,000 people, keeping meticulous records including photographs of everyone. In only four years of the Khmer Rouge rule, from 1975 to 1979 a third of the population perished from starvation, overwork, disease, torture and execution. By the way, this destruction of the people of Cambodia by the Khmer Rouge followed the more than a million Cambodians who earlier had been killed or wounded during the bombings by the Americans between 1969 and 1973 in the “sideshow” to the war against the Vietnamese.

In 1979 the Vietnamese, fed up with Cambodian encroachment on their borders, invaded Cambodia to depose the Khmer Rouge regime. When the Vietnamese army entered Phnom Penh, they discovered a ghost town. The Khmer Rouge, when they had taken over in 1975, had forced the entire population of the city to leave to become forced labour in the countryside. The Vietnamese found also that the leaders of the regime who had been based in Phnom Penh had fled in advance of the invading army. Duch himself disappeared.

A Vietnamese journalist and photographer who accompanied the army into Phnom Penh that day describes what they found. Walking through the deserted streets, they came upon an overwhelming stench. Following the smell, they found the prison which had been a school in former days. Peering in the windows, they saw 20 or 30 bodies chained to iron bedsteads in varying states of decomposition. Maggots popped under their feet as they started to photograph the horrific scene. S-21 was to be revealed to the world.

For 20 years no one knew what had become of Comrade Duch. The story of how he was found is one of luck, serendipity and probably fate.

Nic Dunlop is an Irish photojournalist who has been visiting Cambodia since 1989. By the end of the 1990’s, the civil war in Cambodia finally came to an end and the Khmer Rouge was no longer a fighting force. But former members were everywhere, as they still are. Nic Dunlop, armed with an old photo of Duch which he carried everywhere, decided to go looking for him. His personal quest was to find out what had happened and why.

Several years later, Dunlop was traveling with a mine-clearance team in an area near the Thai border. Refugees were returning from camps in Thailand. While he was waiting for the team that was having a meeting with local leaders to discuss the removal of mines in the area, Dunlop strolled over to a group of people to talk to them. Here’s what he says
A short, wiry man appeared wearing a white T-shirt emblazoned with the initial ARC (American Refugee Committee). Shaking my hand he politely introduced himself in perfect English as Hang Pan. He told me that he had been a schoolteacher specialising in mathematics and that he had originally come from Phnom Penh and had recently worked in a refugee camp on the Thai border. He had worked with American aid organisations since 1997. He took a keen interest in my Leica and, using this opportunity to photograph the people in the group, I caught him in the frame. Large ears, bad teeth, cropped hair – he had aged a little, but the likeness to the photograph tucked in my back pocket was unmistakable. Hang Pan was Comrade Duch.


Eventually Dunlop was to go back to find Duch to interview him. Duch confessed to his real identity and to his actions. Now, 30 years after he fled from S-21 in advance of the Vietnamese army, he stands trial for his crimes of genocide.

Nic Dunlop has written a book about his quest called The Lost Executioner. A compelling read but I have to stop reading it in bed just before sleep.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

A Great Sprawling Shithole


The writer Paul Theroux suggests that there is dishonesty in claiming that we don’t have judgements.

After almost two years living here, I’m sitting in my perch in the sky with my gorgeous 30th floor view, above it all, thinking about Manila.

I just finished reading Chuck Thompson’s Smile When You’re Lying: Confessions of a Rogue Travel Writer, a book that seems to be his way of letting off steam after the confines of writing for travel magazines. He has a lot to say about the travel writing industry. He says that for the most part, travel writing is dull, adjective laden, and without an authentic point of view, driven by the demands of “editors, publicists, marketers and various snake-oil merchants who run the travel trade”. All travel magazines exist to sell product and the writing reflects this. He blasts the lazy writing with its phrases, euphemisms and cliches – “hip, hot, happening, meander, luxuriate, magical, nestled, mouthwatering, pamper, sun-drenched, undiscovered”.

His rants are amusing and quite true. The New York Times articles are among the worst in my opinion. Containing nothing that can’t be found elsewhere, most of the time they don’t read like the writer actually went there and to top it all off, at the end of piece, they tell you where to stay, hotels which invariably happen to be the most expensive places in town. He has a point.

Thompson then spends the rest of his book telling the travel stories he wants to tell. He has an entire chapter on the Philippines and references it a few other times. He says that Manila is one of his favorite cities in the world even though “conditions there can be as bleak as anywhere”.

This gets my attention. Favorite cities???

He then says

…Manila is one of the great sprawling shitholes of Asia, a reeking mess of poverty, traffic, smog, crime, corruption, and filth. Bursting with people who somehow maintain a bulletproof optimism in the face of decay, disorder, and daily tragedy, these are frenetic slum-cities where anything, from blow jobs to military coups, can happen at any time. Cities that you love just slightly more than you loathe.

Now I have no personal knowledge of the availability of blow jobs in Manila and the Philippines has nothing on Thailand when it comes to coups but otherwise I agree with him, up to the comment about “loving” it.

I love my life here but I can’t stretch that to say that I love Manila. We live in the best part of town, in the best condominium in the city and have a very comfortable existence but I also have eyes to see…and much of this city is indeed a shithole.