Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts

Monday, 1 August 2011

Kanyakumari

So we went...

To the southernmost tip of the Indian Peninsula. The place is called Kanyakumari, sometimes referred to as Cape Comorin. Geographically, it is the end of the Indian mainland, where the Arabian Sea, the Bay of Bengal and the Indian Ocean meet. Kanyakumari is also the best place to see the sunset and sunrise, depending on the weather, of course.

Sunrise at Kanyakumari

Wednesday, 7 May 2008

A Jaunt To Hyderabad, India

It's summertime in India and it was burning out there! The temperature reached 43 degree Celsius, definitely not a good time for sight-seeing or jalan-jalan tengok orang. I could still feel the scorching heat eventhough I was in the car with the air-conditioning system running at full blast! That’s how hot it was!
I wasn’t really excited about the impromptu trip to Hyderabad (one of the major cities in Andhra Pradesh state of India), mainly because of the extreme heat and excessive dry condition. But hubby had a couple of meetings to attend and needed to meet several congressmen in Hyderabad, to see if there’s any way or chance for our company to venture into any highway projects in Adhra Pradesh state. So, 43 degree Celsius or not, I was definitely going with him because I didn’t wish to stay in Mumbai alone! Therefore, we had to leave Felix at home, under the tender care of two company's staff, Subhir and Sachin. They were to come over to our house, every day after office hours, fill up Felix’s bowls with his food and water and make sure that Felix was alright!
On 4th May 2008, at 6.30 a.m. hubby and I were already dressed up and the company’s driver, Chavan, were already waiting for us to come down. He then sent us to Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport (domestic airline terminal) in Mumbai city. At 7.30 a.m. the airport was already crowded and… noisy! And some people just didn’t know how to queue!! Macam pegi pasar, aarrrgghhh… tensyennye la haiii! Nak lalu security check point pun nak berebut! Dah la pintu gerbang kat security check point tu kecik, dah macam nak roboh! At 8.00 a.m. all passengers to Hyderabad via Jet Airways were paged for boarding. Quite a journey we made there on the shuttle bus that transferred us from the airport terminal to the aeroplane. It took us 10 minutes just to get to the aeroplane and we were standing throughout the bus ride, okay!
Upon boarding the flight, we were given a warm welcome by the attendants and some hot towels, to ‘wipe’ the sour look off our faces, hee… hee…! But then, this was not a lousy domestic flight after all. The English breakfast was quite tasty and to my relief, they had touch-screen LCDs in the flight to play any selected movies or songs. Not bad at all!
About an hour later, we reached Hyderabad’s Rajiv Gandhi International Airport and the Taj Deccan Hotel’s driver was already waiting there to receive us and take us to the hotel. On the way, we passed by a lake where I saw men and beasts swim and bathe together! Dahsat! Kerbau dan manusia boleh geng berkubang sesama! And they’re still using sawdust (the old method) to keep the ice cubes from melting fast.
The road trip from Hyderabad International Airport to our hotel took us approximately 45 minutes. But ok la, at least I had the chance to see the panorama! I was told by the hotel’s driver that 80% of Hyderabad was populated by the Muslims. But even so, it still made no difference to the culture, customs and lifestyle in Hyderabad. Sama je… Mumbai pun macam nih, Hyderabad pun macam nih. What ever I saw in Hyderabad was also the same as what I see in Mumbai everyday. Sama aje… But the hotel was nice! Taj Deccan Hotel was indeed the right choice. I loved it!
That afternoon, we took a ride on an autorickshaw to Golkonda Fort, a ruined city located west of Hyderabad which used to be a stronghold belonged to the great Muslim mughal, Ibrahim Quli Qutb Shah Wali, the fourth Qutb king.
What amused me the most about this fort were its fantastic acoustic effects around the fort and its marvelous sound engineering works. For example, a hand clap at the entrance of the fort could be heard clearly at the other corner of the fort. And how did they do that? I guess, that, we need to dig the mughal’s grave ourselves and pray his good soul would give us the answer! Even our guide, Mohammad, didn’t have a clue!
It was almost dark when we finally got back to our awaiting autorickshaw. We were taken to Hussain Sagar Lake to see the large monolithic statue of the Gautama Buddha, erected right in the middle of the lake. Aisehmen, jauh kat tengah tasik la pulak… I could not get any closer to the statue so I could not get a clearer shot of it. Too bad. In order to get to the statue, we needed to ride a boat. But we’re too exhausted for that. Maybe next time la!
The next day, while hubby was busy with several meetings with the congressmen, I went to Koti, the Hyderabad’s version of Petaling Street (Kuala Lumpur), with Asha Monica (a girl they assigned to accompany me during our stay in Hyderabad) escorting me everywhere I went. She even brought me to a shop that offered an exquisite selection of Indian bangles. Need me tell you, these bangles are either made of glass or metal that come in many sizes and must be worn in groups so that the arm movements will cause them to produce a pleasant tinkling sound. I bought 4 sets of them – maroon, blue, white and pink – and all were in different designs and patterns.
The 18 year old Asha Monica took me pusing-pusing around Hussain Sagar Lake to see the Buddha Statue after I was done shopping at Koti. I got out of the car to take a photoshot of the statue and got back in as fast as I could. It’s 43 degree Celsius out there, remember?
Asha sent me back to the hotel and then she left right away. Hubby’s already back from his meeting and waited for me in our rented hotel room. I took my shower and jumped onto the bed. Penatnya rasa. Syoknya baring atas katil. Ahhh.. nothing beats the comfort of a plush hotel bed, kan!
A few minutes later, hubby’s Hyderabad friend called up and I saw hubby smile as if he had heard something really amusing over the phone. I let hubby finish his talking and waited for him to tell me about it later. So I carried on my syok syok baring atas katil. Guling-guling here, guling-guling there. Here I guling, there I guling, everywhere I guling-guling.
When he’s done talking, he turned to me as he was saying “Dear, Kalyan and Baha would like to take us out for the best dinner ever served in Hyderabad!” I jumped out off bed in anticipation and asked “Oh yeah? Really? And what would that be? Japanese sushis, Chinese seafood, dim sum, sambal belacan, kangkung goreng, laksa, mee kari?”
“None of those, darling. Listen, you have to be brave and strong, and mentally prepared, for tonight.. eerrmmm… [hubby hesitated a little bit]… errrmmm… we have no choice but to eat…errmmm… beriyani”, hubby knew too well that Indian cuisine was always the last in my food list! Arghhhh…. tensyen. I had been hearing things like this for many times now. In India, it’s a never ending beriyani, curry, dhal, massala and I AM GETTING TIRED OF THESE FOOD!
Eventually, that ‘best-dinner-ever-served-in-Hyderabad’ was had at Paradise – Hyderabad’s Best Beriyani House, located about 20 minutes drive from the hotel. The place was cosy, the company was great, but still, it didn’t do any good to my appetite. I didn’t eat much that night. Muak! Makan 4 sudu aje. Sungguh la tak lalunya!
We got back to the hotel at about 10 p.m and called it a day! Esok, jalan-jalan lagi dibawah sinaran matahari yang 43 degree Celcius tu.
Next day, 6th May 2008, our last day in Hyderabad, hubby received a call and his meeting with another congressmen was cancelled, so he had no choice but to come with me to see some other interesting places. After all, we still had a few more hours to kill before we took off to Mumbai. So, we went to pay a visit at Charminar and Mecca Masjid. These ancient duo are among the most important landmarks in Hyderabad and were built by the same legendary mughal who built Golkonda Fort, Muhammad Quli Qutb Shahi.
We had lunch in the room before we checked out. We boarded the Jet Airways plane at 8.oo p.m. but to my disappointment, the flight that took us back to Mumbai did not have touch-screen LCDs so all we did was sleep all the way! Tak makan pun… tak lalu. Because the meal they served on the flight was… yet again the best-dinner-ever-served, the beriyani!

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

6 Days Far Away From Home

Wuhuuu! I am blogging thousands of miles away from Malaysia. I wish I could tell you where I am now but I haven’t got the photos fully downloaded yet. So it wouldn’t be interesting without the photos, would it?
6 days away, I’m actually having a great time and not missing Malaysia at all. I bet Felix, at the moment, is getting all the tender loving care he wants from his two uncles, Uncle Azrun and Uncle Azwan. So he is also having a good time and not missing me either.
Weather is fine but the traffic here can be unbearable to some people!!! 1 km is equivalent to 1 hour, can you imagine that? The streets are always busy, heavily congested and noisy. People honking everywhere most of the times. Cars criss-crossing each other on the roads is a norm. Driving here is absolutely not for the faint hearted. Their antics on the roads can cause heart attack besides causing other side effects like stomach pain and headache. But I find it kind of cool and fascinating. It’s something that you will not get to experience in Malaysia.
5 days more to go, then I’m home! Hmmm…

Monday, 23 July 2007

Heavenly Jakarta, Amazing Bandung

Destination: Jakarta - Bandung - Jakarta, Indonesia
Date: 20th - 22nd July 2007
Guide: Pak Agus (Contact number:  +62818720301)

Tangkuban Parahu, Bandung
Tangkuban Parahu
Please, please, please, visit this place. You’ll be amazed. In Sundanese, ‘tangkuban’ means upturned and ‘parahu’ means boat, and so the highland was given the name Tangkuban Parahu due to its geographical resemblance to an upturned boat. It is one of the popular tourist attractions in Bandung and one of the still active volcanoes in West Java. The journey starts at the very peak of the highland and the tourists will have to walk all the way 1km down to the sulphuric crater, Kawah Domas (Domas Crater). To exit, the tourists will have another 1km to walk to the foot of the hill, away from the sulphuric zone. 
The one you can see in the photo is the Kawah Domas and its last eruption was in 1983. When you visit the site, don’t forget to buy some raw eggs and boil them in the hot water spring of the crater. And if you’re a thrill loving person, you can try dipping your feet or having you face steamed too, emmm… why not?! According to Pak Kamin and Aliq, two uninvited local guides we found at the peak of the highland, Tangkuban Parahu has its own classic story to tell behind its preserved natural beauty.
The story tells of Sangkurian, a lad who at his young age was sent away by his mother, Dayang Sumbi, for disobedience. God had granted Dayang Sumbi with eternal youth as a payback to her sadness. After many years in exile, Sangkuriang returned home. At that time, the two had long forgotten and could not recognize each other. Sangkuriang, upon seeing Dayang Sumbi, fell in love with her and asked for her hand in marriage. One day, Dayang Sumbi saw a birthmark on Sangkuriang and realized that Sangkuring was actually her son. Some people say, Sangkuring had gotten really mad when Dayang Sumbi revealed the her true self and kicked the boat resulting the boat to overturn. Another version says, Dayang Sumbi had requested Sangkurian to build a dam on the river Citarum and a large boat to cross the river, with intention to fail Sangkuriang’s plan in marrying her. Sangkuriang was adamant and took the challenge, which later on forcing Dayang Sumbi to tell him the truth. When he knew Dayang Sumbi was his mother, Sangkuriang got really frustrated that he kicked the dam (wow, what a biiiiggg guy he must have been, eh!) and the unfinished boat (I can do this) causing severe flooding and an overturned boat. Hence, the creation of Tangkuban Parahu.
And what the hell happened to his father, Si Tumang?
Two things I learned from the story - these two local legends, Sangkuriang and Dayang Sumbi, must have been giants back then and … this is what you get to be forever young and beautiful, even your son can get frustrated of not being able to marry you!

Bandung Town
Bandung town
Located 190km from Jakarta, Bandung is the 3rd largest city in Indonesia and is suffering from a major traffic pollution. The cool plateau is surrounded by hundreds of volcanoes and some of them are like time-bombs, still active and waiting to explode.
A little bit of its history, Bandung was colonised by the Dutch who came here to open plantations, tea plantations especially, during 17th and 18th centuries. Bandung was in fact one of the heaviest battle places during 1945-1949 war against Dutch. Due to the invasion, Bandung is now famous with its large stock of Dutch colonial architecture. When we were on the way back to Bandung town from Tangkuban Parahu, I realised that most of the buildings and houses were pretty much designed with a mixture of local style and Dutch influence here and there.
This metropolitan city offers a couple of high class golf courses for golf lovers, distros for party animals and not to mention paradise-like spas scattered all around the city center for people who love to be pampered. People like me for example.
Bandung is famous for its denim and leather products. We spent most of our time here, at the town area by doing a lot of shopping and browsing around the ‘jeans street’. Factory outlets, they’re everywhere! Bersepah! Local fashion wears which of course, a lot cheaper than the branded items, were put on display along the streets. I even got myself a pair of cheap VOLVO sunglasses and a few clothes. I saw no ‘harm’ in buying them. They’re cheap but wearable.

Jakarta City
It only took us two hours to travel to Soekarno-Hatta Internation Airport, Jakarta from Kuala Lumpur by air.
Through naked eyes, Jakarta looked similar to Kuala Lumpur. From my observation, the capital city of Indonesia seemed to experience problems like uncertain time of traffic jam, frequent flood, major vandalism, high traffic violation rate, high crime rate and widespread corruption (juuussst like Kuala Lumpur), but on the plus side, the city possessed high rise buildings, modern facilities and urban lifestyle indicating an up-to-date development (juuussst like Kuala Lumpur). Coming here to Jakarta, was like coming home. What difference does it make anyway, since we also have a lot of Indonesians back in KL city.
Jakarta has a wide range of tv channels but at Maliboro Hotel, Channel 16 could be THE only channel most viewed! Porn movies round the clock!
CJ Bar, Hotel Mulia, Jakarta
I was actually more interested in checking out pretty girls at CJ’s Bar in Hotel Mulia. People said you could find high class call-girls there. Was it true? Yes, it WAS true. We checked out the famous nightspot and I could see tonnes of flirty pretty girls, wearing almost nothing, toying with their heavily drunken customers. One of the girls even tried her luck on my other-half, showing a classic sign of flirting, thinking that he would fall into her trap that night. Of course the alluring and seducing didn’t work. The so-called ‘home minister’ was right by his side all the time-lah!
Psssttt… psssttt… we also checked out the Sexy Girls Show at Maliboro Hotel. Sexy and steamy indeed. Too bad the place was opened exclusively for males only. Ladies were not allowed. But we managed to talk it over to its manager-cum-‘ibu’ and she then allowed me to go in with one condition - I could not get angry or lose my temper should one of the dancers came over to our table and gave my other-half a lap dance. Wuhuuuu, and one lap dance for him alright! Wuhuuuu! We only stayed in there for half an hour after deciding to have a massage treat in the room. I swiped my eyebrow and thank God for this was all over now. Outside, I could see my other-half was blushing from head to toe! Eleh, macam tak biasa. We called up two female masseuses to the room. My other-half had to blush again as the two masseuses came over wearing extremely short skirts and skimpy blouses. I tell you, Jakarta was really, really, really meant for males. So ladies, watch your men!
Mangga Dua
Mangga Dua Mall and Harco Mas at Mangga Dua were the best shopping areas for tourists to find cheap stuff like electronic items, textiles, kain telekung bersulam, handphones, clothes, handbags, shoes and kitchen wares. The places were huge!
As usual, like any other trip, we bought some merchandises from Planet Hollywood and Hard Rock Cafe.
We stopped by at Jakarta’s most famous landmark, the MONAS (National Monument), for some photoshoots.
We managed to attend the Formula BMW Asia Series at Sentul International Circuit, near Jakarta to catch Jazeman Jaafar in action on the last day of our trip. The 14 year old Malaysian racer was delirious when he finally won the race after showing a quite frustrating result in the beginning.

Eating Places
The first thing we did when we arrived in Jakarta was to check out their nasi padang. Sederhana Bintaro was one of the best restaurants in the city that served nasi padang. Marvellous!

Sederhana Bintaro
For big eaters, check out Pondok Sedap Malam that served the best Sundanese delicacies in Jakarta city. Highly recommended! We tried fried Guramek (it’s a fish), black pepper crabs, ginger prawns, kangkung belachan and sambal belachan.

Pondok Sedap Malam

We went to Tata Ribs Cafe for dinner. The cafe served a spicy meat soups eaten with tartar sauce. According to Agus, the place was always full at night. Perhaps we were just lucky at that time.

Tata Rib
Simpang Raya Restaurant could be one of the best restaurants that served nasi padang in Bandung. As for the dessert, we checked out the Kartika Sari Cafe. Here, they served a large variety of delicious homemade cakes and chocolates. Their sweet corn-in-cups were simply delicious, one should never ever miss trying out! Unlike our corn-in-cups, theirs were added with grated cheese and condensed milk.

Saturday, 30 June 2007

Awesome Cambodia

The Kingdom of Cambodia, formerly known as Kampuchea, is practically a country in the Southeast Asia with Phnom Penh being the capital city. The temple-packed kingdom has a population of almost 15 million comprising of several major ethnic groups, Khmer (95%), Cham, ethnic-Chinese, ethnic-Vietnamese and several hill tribes in the northeast. 95% of the population believe in Theravada Buddhism. Moslems only score 2% of the population. Needless to say, halal food are surely hard to find here in Khmer’s land.
The nationals of the Phillipines and Malaysia do not need a tourist visa. So for you who come from Malaysia, just bring along with you your international passports only and a whole lot of cash. The Cambodian currency is Riel but the US dollars are widely used in this country. In fact, the Cambodian love the US notes so much, almost everything is priced in US dollars. US$1 = Riel 4100 = RM3.55.
I went to Cambodia last week with my other half and we were there from 25th - 28th June 2007. Four excellent days and three sleepless nights. Let me take you back to the time of our Cambodia trip. A trip which I had organized specially for my other half. The whole trip was on me. This was the first time I belanja him jalan-jalan.

Day One (25th June 2007)


We arrived at Siem Reap International Airport, Cambodia from Kuala Lumpur at about 12.30pm. Mich, our chartered driver for the whole tour was already there, waiting for us. With a placid face, he stood outside the gate, holding a small banner with my name on it. I was expecting some communication breakdown here but I was wrong. Much to my relief, Mich greeted us warmly in English.
Mich took us to Angkor Wat at Angkor Archeological Park, 10 minutes away from Siem Reap town. ‘Angkor’ literally means Capital City or Holy City. Angkor Wat was a massive three-tiered pyramid crowned by five 65m high lotus-like towers and surrounded by a moat and an exterior wall. History told that the holy city was constructed by one the Khmer rulers, Suryavarman II, in early 12th Century, between 1113 to 1150. Also renowned as the world’s largest religious monument, Angkor Wat was built in dedication to their Hindu god, Vishnu. Come very early in the morning and you will see the sun rise behind the Angkor Wat providing a silhouette Angkor Wat’s distinctively shaped towers against the morning sky, and in the late afternoon, the holy city seems to glow in orange. To enter the archeological park, you need to pay an entrance fee of US$20 per person and you can explore the entire city for as long as you want in one day.
After spending almost 2 hours inside Angkor Wat, we walked out of the temple to the waiting Mich and hmmm… bare-footed young beggars. With their small and puffy hands extended towards us, the young beggars vigourously asked for some money.  Upon seeing this, had brought me close to tears.
Mich took us to another incredible location, Chong Khneas, a floating village at the edge of Tonle Sap (the closest and most accessible floating village from Siem Reap). We took a two hour boat (or water-taxi as some of the tourists called it) trip through the floating village which cost us US$12 per trip. The boatman was very kind enough to slow the boat down at several interesting ‘floating buildings’ for me to take photos. There were floating households, markets, clinics, schools, police station, snooker center, Gecko Environment Center (very highly recommended), pubs, restaurants, basketball courts, churches, temples, souvenir shops and mini zoo. The water was cloudy and badly polluted. Still there were beggars who kept trailing us around throughout the trip in their small boats. We called them the ‘floating beggars’.
No visit to Cambodia is complete without attending at least one classical Apsara dance performance. Apsara is a mythological celestial nymphs. The Apsara dancers will move sinuously and smoothly to the sound of the music played by what they call, a ‘pinpeat’ orchestra. Back in Siem Reap town, we watched the classical dance at Koulen Restaurant which started at 8.00pm. Dinner was served one hour before the show.

Day Two (26th June 2007)

 
We woke up as early as 5.00am and Mich drove us to Phnom Penh. The 308km journey took 4 hours to reach the current capital city of Cambodia. We stopped to take photos at a Buddha stone carving factory, at a lotus-seed seller and at one of the cricket traps set by the roadside. Wondering what do these Cambodians do with the crickets? They fry and eat them! Just like the Malaysians eat their pisang goreng. Didn’t try eating the crickets though but according to Mich, these little bugs were crunchy and yummy.
We also stopped at Wat Phnom (Hill Temple) to experience an elephant ride. I vowed that this’d be my first and last ride when it involved animals. I think it’s a cruel thing to do. Sambo, the elephant shouldn’t be here at the first place. He should be in the jungle instead. Love the animals and God will love you, peace!
At about 2.00pm we finally reached Phnom Penh. Without wasting any time, we asked Mich to take us straight to the Killing Field Memorial and Genocide Museum in Choeung Ek, situated 45km away from the Phnom Penh city. Lunch could wait. Here, we could see skulls, bones and grisly photos of those who were massacred during Saloth Sar’s regime. Many may not know who Saloth Sar was but what if I told you his other name was Pol Pot, would that ring a bell? Pol Pot, short for Politique Potentielle (French for Political Potential), was the leader of the Khmer Rouge and Prime Minister of Cambodia from 1976 to 1979. He was responsible for the elimination of more than a million Cambodian people during his stay in power and today he is regarded as one of the five worst mass-murderers of modern history. Sad but true, even the helpless young ones were not excluded from the bloodbath. Scary eh! I should be grateful for not being born in Cambodia at that time. Or else, I’d be dead by now - hung by a noose from a tree or my silly head chopped off.
We went back to Phnom Penh city for lunch. Mich told us we could find a few halal restaurants there such as the Malaysia Restaurant and the Mount Everest Restaurant. A great news to me as I found it difficult to survive another day with only breads and butter. At 5.00pm we checked out the Central Market, Old Market and New Market for some souvenirs to bring home.
Since the day was still young, Mich took us to the Royal Palace and lively Mekong Riverside for a stroll. The place was cramped with hawkers selling exotic foods like fried frogs, fried crickets and steamed duck embyros and people picnicking all over the area. I felt extremely entertained by the Cambodian people’s antics that I didn’t realize it was already time for dinner and a gooooooood massage.

Day Three (27th June 2007)

 
Again, we had to wake up and hit the road very early in the morning. Mich drove us to Sihanoukville, a port and beach town situated approximately 150km from Phnom Penh city (2-hour ride). Nothing much to see here, just an empty beach, a couple of unoccupied chalets, a small city center and a port. Surprisingly, according to Mich, Sihanoukville or also known as Kampung Som, was the second largest city in Cambodia after Phnom Penh. He added that tourists came here mainly for scuba diving. You hear that, dear divers?
We decided to go back to Siem Reap after spending about 30 minutes at the beach. The 6 hour journey wasn’t fun at all. We took the same route back to Siem Reap (since there was no other route), so the sceneries were nothing different.
We reached Siem Reap at 7.00pm and took a tuk tuk to Siem Reap Old Market. The driver agreed to wait for us for 30 minutes. When we were done shopping, the driver was not there anymore. We waited for him for 15 minutes more but he never returned. Disgusted, we took another tuk tuk who charged us the same fare. Nasib baik we had not paid the first tuk tuk yet.

Day Four (28th June 2007)

 
We had about 6 hours before flying back to Kuala Lumpur. To kill the time, we decided to go back to Angkor Archeological Park to check out the other temples we had missed out earlier. So we quickly took our breakfast and hailed a tuk tuk. After paying the entrance fee of US$20 per person, we started the exploration with the South Gate of Angkor Thom that led us to the interior part of the Angkor Thom. It was said that the city was established in the late 12th Century by King Jayavarman VII and was the last and most enduring capital city of the Khmer empire. At the center of the city was the Jayavarman’s state temple known as Bayon. The ruins inside the city showed the arrival of Buddhist influence during this period of time.
We also went to Ta Phrom, another Buddhist temple located 4km ahead of Angkor Thom. The temple, dedicated to Jayavarman VII’s mother, was one of the tree temples seen around the park. Silk-cotton trees grew from the towers and corridors, offering a cool ‘jungle atmosphere’. The temple became more famous than it had already been when Angelina Jolie came to flim Lara Croft for the Tomb Raider movie.
We came out from the ruins only to find our tuk tuk together with its driver go missing AGAIN! We searched around the area and no sign of our tuk tuk driver. When we asked one of the locals, to my astonishment, he blandly said that that was how the system worked - the tuk tuk driver will fetch Customer No.1, send Customer No.1 to his/her destination, collect fare from Customer No.1, then temporarily will go missing to fetch Customer No.2, send Customer No.2 to his/her destination, collect fare from Customer No.2, come back to Customer No.1, send Customer No.1 to another location, collect fare from Customer No.1 and the system goes on and on that way. Multiple fare collections! Clever! So here’s a tip, pay the tuk tuk fare only when the whole ride is completely over and that you don’t need the tuk tuk anymore.
I also realized that they shared some of our Malay words like ketam (crab), kampong (village), sabu (soap) and semout (ant). Don’t be surprised, many of the Cambodian people can speak French and English pretty well.
It was time to leave Cambodia. The plane took off at 4.00pm. It was a tiring and unrelaxing vacation but we were okay with it. As for myself, I survived 4 days without good food in Cambodia, so I guess the whole trip wasn’t that bad after all. It’s an excellent country to visit. So many things to see, so many things to understand.
Should you feel like visiting this kingdom and need a little help around, call Mr. Mich at 855-12-702121 or email him at lim_putheara@yahoo.com. He’ll be more than happy to show you around his homeland.
One more thing, if you plan to travel like me, make sure you travel light.

Monday, 2 April 2007

Across The Thailand’s Border

I went to Hat Yai, Thailand end of March 2007. People said not to go there. It was not safe at the moment.

But I went there anyway.

It was an unplanned trip. Old friends called up one Friday morning and suddenly I was already in a bus that night of the same day. The bus took us, five crazy people, direct to Hat Yai.


Here are the highlights of the trip:
a) Thai massage - 2 hours for RM30.
b) The Paragon and The Hansa Cabaret Show at Raj-Uthit Road - 2 hours for RM60 (inclusive of dinner).
c) Facial treatment - 1 hour for RM50.
d) Hatyai Bazaar - a place to shop for cheap low-grade immitations (it was so not the place for me but what the heck…).
e) The Big Buddha - RM40 per trip on a cozy cab.

Thursday, 28 December 2006

My Wonderful 31st Birthday Present

“Darling, you and I are going to celebrate your birthday this year in Macau and Hong Kong”, my beloved said just few weeks before December came around.
I remember he did the same thing for my last year’s birthday. We went to Kathmandu, Nepal. My mother complained that she missed me on my last birthday and she’s gonna miss me again this time. Oh Ma, it’s time I blow the candles out away from that huge dinning table of yours. She just smiled her sweet smile.
In December 2006, we were off to Macau, the city that never sleeps, they say. Our two close friends joined along for the trip. A-Ma Temple, the oldest temple in Macau, was the first place we visited. There stood the statue of a goddess called Lin Mo and she’s all glowing white and huge! The statue built in 1948 of the Ming Dynasty, was believed to be able to bring good fortune to the fishermen.

A-Ma Temple, Macau
Portugese arrived in Macau back in the 16th century (1513) but left Macau in 1849 for good. I could see most signboards, billboards, flyers and things like that were written in Macanese (Patua) and Portuguese. Surprisingly, when it comes to conversing, not many Macau people could speak Portuguese, let alone English. It took a lot of my effort and energy, not to mention money, to explain accurately and get what I actually wanted especially when they were about foods. By the mere mention of “Can I know where…” or “Excuse me, I’m looking for…” could make them flee away like I was some kind of a desease. There was a time, I had approached a guy who was standing outside a hotel in Macau. As I was about to get closer to him, I held out the map in my hand and asked where I could get a taxi to the airport and he ran away from me before I could even finish my words.
I took a peek at the casino where people threw money like it did not worth anything. Hey, you’re throwing away your fortune, for God’s sake!
But all in all, Macau was a city full of life.
We took a ferry to Hong Kong, another city that never slept. People there walked real fast, that there was a time I almost felt they were practically running. Nahhh, they’re just walking actually. Among the places I visited in Hong Kong were The Maddame Tussaud's Wax Gallery, Victoria Peak, Ladies’ Market, Hong Kong Disneyland and Filipinos’ Market.
What I adored the most was its systematic subway called Mass Transit Railway (MTR). It reached many parts of Kowloon and Hong Kong. The taxis were as efficient as the MTR.
We had a one-night stay at Disneyland Resort which would have cost me a fortune. Check this out, RM1500 a night and no chance of free breakfast. And he’s doing all the paying. He he he…

Hong Kong city viewed from Victoria's Peak

The parade at Hong Kong Disneyland

Fireworks at Hong Kong Disneyland
We went to Shenzhen the next day, as it was one of the hottest spots near Hong Kong, recommended by my very good friend, S. Azwin. At Shenzhen, you entered this one amusement park called Window Of The World. It is also known as 'a replica park' where in here you can see vivid replicas of the world's wonders, historical heritages and famous scenic sites like Eiffel Tower, Taj Mahal, The Great Sphinx and more. The entire masterpiece is built at ratios of 1:1, 1:5 or 1:15. Lawak la China ni, habis semua nak imitate. Handbags, shoes, electronic items, sampai bangunan pun ada imitation. Hahaha...

A replica of the Taj Mahal, Window Of The World, Shenzhen
Haaahhh…. the trip was wonderful especially when you did not need to spend a single penny. So what will my next birthday present be? Or rather, where would I be on my next brithday?Hmmm...