Montag, 27. August 2007

Impressions the road with Binh ...

Dark promising skies on the way into the mekong delta

Elephant Waterfalls

Roadkill the other way around

From Bao Loc down into the valley a vast beautiful scenery stretches out in front of your eyes.
... when it's not raining.

Barber or electric Brain surgeant?

aaah ... CUTE!

okay... these guys ship rice...

.. but do they really have the right adress?
(... or someone just must love rice pudding)

a monk and his guard dog ... that almost bit me, stupid thing.


Okay back to Indiana Jones Nostalgy. No, these are not fruits - but huge bats with a span up to five feet ... They are not out for your blood though... phew...


Homestay in a family in the Mekong Delta. Mr. Vuon on the left has lived in the cu chi tunnel system during the war. When I asked him if they had any medicine he said no. "erything that got badly infected had to be sawed off" I asked if they had some kind of local narcosis. He laughed: "No, that unlucky guy just had to sing the national anthem"
Ouch.

.... a great evening ended with singing sad melancholic vietnames love songs...
... needless to say singing along with them didn't make much sense.

kitschige sonnenuntergangsstimmung mit unseren netten schweizer begleitung, 15m vor dem tosenden wasserfall im hintergrund

bernhard kaempft gegen den kitsch.

von wegen das hobbitland ist in neu zealand!

bernhard kaempft ums ueberleben.

..der hoechste wasserfall in laos(ueber 120m).

..ausblick.

..wasserfall

..wasserfall gefaellig?

hohe, selbst fuer europaer viel zu hochstuffige treppen..

irgendwie stehen die asiaten auf hohe steile, lange, nicht endenwollende treppen... ob sie damit was kompensieren wollen?

..aber es soll mal einer sagen, die buddhisten verstehen keinen spass. woanders gilt sowas als gotteslaesterung und es werden gleich fahnen verbrannt.

naechtlicher besuch in meinem bungalow auf don khon. kam zweimal in der nacht durchs fenster gesprungen und schnurrte um mein bett herum. das wehklagende schreien ihrer mutter draussen, lies mir keine ruh und ich musste sie wohl oder uebel aus dem haus lassen..ich hab einfach kein glueck mit frauen.

leicht erhoehter wasserspiegel waehrend der regenzeit. schimpft sich groesster wasserfall in laos(nicht zu verwechseln mit dem hoechsten)

verdienter idylischer sonnenuntergang auf einer laosinsel..

pfeiff auf den sonnenuntergang...her mit dem bier!

endlich! nein, kein toilettenhaeuschen sondern der offizielle grenzuebergang nach laos

raus aus ratanakiri. der rote schlamm ist immer mit dabei.

baden im kratersee. die andere (nicht so schlammige) seite im ratanakiri nationalpark

mit 180 ab durch die kautschukplantage.
irgendwann kann man keinen roten glitschigen schlamm mehr sehen.vorallem wenn man ihn paar mal aus naechster naehe bewundern durfte.

wir sind uns auch fuer kinderarbeit nicht zu schade.

wer sein mofa liebt, der schiebt

1,2 oder 3? welcher weg ist der richtige?
bernhard hat flasch getippt und ist gleich mal mit einer runde durch den schlamm watten beglueckt worden.

immer auf der lauer - hinter jeder ecke koennte ein wasserfall stecken

unsere absteige in bhang lung (nordosten cambodias)
von saigon wieder nach phnom penh(cambodia), unseren ewigen durchreisestop.
hier eine impression nach einer durchfeierten nacht.

wiedersehn in saigon...das chaotenteam ist wieder zusammen.

der flugzeugtraeger auf der die autodeskparty stattfand(bzw. im moment der aufnahme stattfindet) und auf den ich trotz einladung, aufgrund von ueberfuellung nicht draufkam. muahhh!!!

blick auf das baseballstadium von der dachterasse der bar eines der meriothotels.

hier lasse ich meine yacht parken wenn ich beim shoppen bin.

siggraph convention center innereien: der raum meiner damals kuenftigen presentation.

..und einmal das siggraph convention center von aussen.
wilkommen in amerika, wo's die freiheit in familienpackungen gibt.

auf dem weg von saigon nach san diego.

quer durcheinander

so. neue zeiten (nach maxes vorbild wird nun auch mein system geandert). nachdem ich noch vom letzten mal ein paar bilder schuldig geblieben bin, meine ueberlangen texte eh keiner lesen mag und ich mir mit einem bild ja bekanntlich tausend muehsam getippte worte sparen kann, gibbet ab jetzt fuer den poebel mehr bilder und weniger geschwafel. nur zur aufklaerung fuer den geneigten aber verwirrten leser: nachdem ich schon bereits zuletzt von der zeit waehrend und nach san diego bzw. mekongdelta geschrieben habe wurdet ihr von bernhard wieder schamlos und ohne vorwarnung in die zeit davor zurueckgesetzt um nun bilder technisch von mir in die zeit waehrenddessen geschubst zu werden um dann aber halbwegs chronologisch voranzuschreiten(zumindest bei meinen beitraegen). da der blog aber die zuletzt hochgeladenen bilder, zuerst anzeigt ist das quasi aber genau andersherum und ihr lest diesen text der an den anfang gehoert erst am schluss. logisch, oder? alles klar? dann auf..., bzw. zurueck, bzw. wieder hoch...oder so.

Binh, the rain, and his wife

So here's a jump back in time. We're now just before Leszek left on Siggraph and I'm about to describe what I did meanwhile: While he got celebrated over there - I decided to become mosquito food and head into the Mekong Delta for a week, together with Binh. Binh is one of the "Dalat Easy Riders" a group based in Dalat, Vietnam (who would have guessed?) and claiming that they have outstanding knowledge about Vietnam culture, people and roads and that this makes them ideal to bydiscover some scenery and sites on the back of their motorbikes - which you wouldn't normally see as a tourist travelling yourself. Soooo... long story short, I got lucky and found the oldest Easy Rider in Dalat, Binh who was recommended as the mekong specialist knowing every mosquito by name and every ox cart track in the area.



Papa-Smurf alias "Binh"


Spending the days with him was nice. Being farmer by nature, he told me everything about tea, coffee rice, rubber trees to the extend that I would feel confident starting a farm myself. He knew everthing about the war, vietnames politics, hill tribes, boatmaking, the weather and one surprising fact: people tend to rip off foreigners! Hmm... maybe not exactly news to me but he developed the urge to prove it to me: Every meal he bought for us had included three dishes and was under one dollar fifty including the drink. Whenever I bought something, negotiating wildly and finally convinced of a good price, Binh would always get the same thing for half the amount. It was priceless seing assumed theory work out so perfectly. "I don't like rip off!" he kept saying "Good and cheap!? Okay!!". In some ways he sometimes reminded me of my father who can't resist buying something that is good and cheap - regardless if it is of any use to anyone ;) I believe ALDI builds it's success upon these people.



Binh enjoyed everything we considered as kitch: he was a fan of vietnamese films and music and in the end I wasn't even surprised when Binh burst out singing in a restaurant, chanting along with another sad love song (to my impression the only musical topic of vietnam) which ran in the radio and touched him, eventually resuming "Yes, I am a very good singer!"
With his obvious preferrence for kitch, I could predict what I will see when he claimed we are heading to a "very beautiful" temple.


A very beautiful temple "Chua Dat Set"
A monk dedicated 70 years of his life into decorating this temple with clay figures.
It's crazy how much he created, and everything has some appeal. I think he had a lot of fun with it: Here a leap from the realistic into the cubistic.


Another talent of Binh was to find out about people very quickly. Whenever we sat down somewhere he would find out which person belongs to which family in which relation, where they come from, what job they do and who is in love with whom. He loved chatting away, and it always appeared that he had already known them before. As he claimed later, he didn't. I call that instant "rapport".



So I was lucky with Binh - but the weather was the opposite. It kept raining and raining and raining. Whatever we did, wherever we where - it poured down on us. Some people may tell me, I should have expected weather like this during the rainy season - BUT ....? EVERY DAY? Non-Stop!? I was frustrated. In the beginning i still had hope it would end until the final day of our trip - where i planned to go to the supposedly beautiful Phu Quoc Island. You know what i got? A TAIFUN. All boats were brought back to land and forbidden to head out into the ocean. Good bye Phu Quoc...


Because of this weather, my Camera-darling didn't get much to shoot. Just like me, it had a cold and was fogged up everywhere. So not so many nice pics of the Delta...

Binh eventually concluded:
"Yes I agree. Everything looks boring in the rain."
after a pause he added smiling -
"Everything looks boring in the rain, except maybe my wife - and your girlfriend!"

Binh was great...