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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Nepali Road Trip




Nepali Road Trip



I’m back at Wild Trak Adventure Lodge on the cusp between the community forest and Bardia National Park. www.wildtrakadventure.com. There are six roomy cabins, a fun garden with bridges, ponds and animals. Last time I was here Johnny Sparshatt was building a unique dining hall with a look out tower. It’s operational with a few details to sort out but coming along nicely. It’s been great to reconnect with Johnny’s partner, Sitaram and his extended family. The kids are mostly high school age and doing well in that category. Others tend to the rice planting which just happened and the fields are growing more luminescent everyday of rain, sun, and humidity.



Due to the logistics of having to return to Katmandu to get our permits for our trek in Upper Dolpa we decided to take a round about motorbike tour to get there including Lumbini, (Buddha’s birthplace), Chitwan National Park, Kositappu National Park, (I’m under the belief that this is the last herd of original genetically undomesticated Water Buffalo with white sock feet and horns reaching 2 meters on the females). After that we head back to Katmandu to get our paperwork in order then return to Bardia for hopefully a jeep trek and a walk through the jungle before flying to Jumla. Jumla is only 45 minutes away by plane but can take three days by motorbike to get there.



It’s monsoon season and the rains are still coming but we are hedging our Upper Dolpa trek by hoping the rains have subsided a little early since they started a couple weeks early but Mother Nature makes no promises and we expect rain and possibly snow for the beginning climb out of Jumla on to Rara Lake and beyond walking over some 5000m passes and into Pokhara in the end. The other option is do the same loop as last year out of Lower Dolpa, awesome enough to bring me back for a bigger loop. We reckon 25-30 days with Porters this time around, horses won’t do the high passes and yaks won’t do the low elevation.



Lumbini has always been on the list but usually not in the mood to add travel hours or days in a cramped bus, most likely over capacity, wrenching on its shocks, brakes, horn, gears and steering from either Katmandu or Bardia to get there. To get there from the East-West 1200 km ‘highway’ down to Lumbini is forty km out of Butwall, a night or two stay and return to Butwall town via two local buses to catch a bus to Chitwan, Katmandu, Pokhara, or further east on the highway to the border National Park of Kositappu. Last year I went to Suklaphanta National Park to the very west with India and now to the east but in the Terrai, the plains and the water shed where rivers overflow seasonally and families go to the river edge together to collect fire wood from the jungle erosion above. If they are lucky they get a log for construction lumber. I took a bus there from Bardia; a local bus from Thakaduwara to the E-W highway and on to Colpor town where the bus ticket kid put me in touch with a ‘friendly’ company ticket office to get to Lumbini. It worked well for most of the run, I had a seat with my bag next to me as the driver dodged Ox, dogs, chickens, people, bikes, cows, three wheelers, potholes, on coming buses with horns blaring a little ditty. Did I mention he also had to watch out for water buffalo, ducks, Jackals, Tigers, Elephant, Sloth Bear, five types of deer, wild boar and their extended families, goats, rivers, land slides, magnificent boulders, and stout ladies and gentlemen carrying massive bundles of grass for their live stock back at home where their extended family finished planting rice and irrigating the fields. Again monsoon season I think it’s a little more of releasing water and sending it on its way at this point. I changed buses. The next bus wanted more money instead of a ticket all the way. I paid and traveled for an hour as the locals did their slow peaceful pace so I made the decision to personally speed up the process for me with the sun going down in an hour. I hopped off and caught a taxi for the last 40 km trip to a Lumbini hotel . Shocker when I got there, not much of a town center. The taxi wanted to drop me off at the mini taxi place for local transport but I refused and said, ‘The deal was Lumbini ‘hotel’. He understood. We went back to the arrow pointing to Lumbini town that I had pointed out prior and we pulled over at a Lumbini gate entrance and the kind security guard wanted to speak English, like so - so many others. He pointed across the street and said, ‘Stay there, I’ll come talk later.’ I took his advice no matter the reasoning. I stayed at the Hotel New Centre Point, Parsa, Lumbini, Nepal. Tel. :071-404087. The husband and wife and I don’t know how many extended family members also helped in and around the place but it was substantial. The wife doesn’t speak much English but my Nepali covers the bare necessities, food, beer, room, toilet, and the simple things. The point was to have a look around and see it’s worth at the moment. Besides the Nepali shrines, pagodas, temples for this site other Buddhist supporters from all over the international scene have put forth their own version of a place of worship, usually in their own tongue, and it’s a peaceful place bar none. I’ll get to that.



My room is painted light blue and has a few bloody squished mosquito tattoos to warn the next victim, me. I didn’t think about it until the lights and power went out leaving me on my bed like an all you can eat buffet. It’s the monsoon season where mosquitos still rule the night even though Malaria has been taken away for the most part. I’m not complaining as much as observing, I’m telling you how it is and I accept or I wouldn’t be here.



Power shedding is daily across Nepal. I arrived in the early evening at the Centre Point in Lumbini and the power was out.  A young boy with a puzzled look said to me, ‘power coming, but two hours late’. The Centre Point is 500 Rupee/night for a room. The food is good, simple Nepali, and the refrigerator works whether on generator or ‘e’. The two boys around me spoke English pretty good, the older boys I met had been to university and spoke English just fine. What I didn’t know was the sign out front, written in Nepali, says travel arrangements so I set up a 3 hour tour the next day for a Lumbini Buddha Birth place tour. I was by myself so the boys joined me and acted as tour guides.



We headed out after Nepali tea and a family friend or member showed up, had breakfast and off we went. I didn’t know what to expect but was pleasantly surprised to see how well designed the grounds are. Many countries have put in Buddha Temples all with different designs. Germany, Sri Lanka, Burma, Viet Nam, China, South Korea, India, and many more under construction. Knowing the specific spot where Buddha was born is rather odd.



So I’m out front with the two boys that took me on the tour, a couple of other older brothers or relative workers. I’m sitting at a brown plastic table with chairs talking with the boys and one asks if he can watch a movie. I say, ‘yes’ and I look up and there’s a western woman riding passed us on a bike staring at me as she rode by. She smiled and looked at me for thirty meters. Odd. It might have been something out of an old black and white classic movie or a picture but if ever I felt a déjà vu, this was one of those. The power went out. The power stayed out the afternoon and into the evening. Again the younger boy mentioned, ‘Power coming. Already two hours late.’ Apparently there is a power shedding schedule and then hours added to it every now and again. Refrigeration for meat, dairy, medicine, and more are all connected on a fragile electrical situation nation wide. The Nepali government is trying to add incentives for residence and businesses alike to add solar power and are offering discounts and rebates.



Heading for Chitwan National Park a few hours down the east-west highway. The monsoon rains are here and they are amazing to watch.




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Sunday, November 8, 2015

Moving Through Malaysia



Moving Through Malaysia



I had a mid-day bus from Malacca (also spelled Melaka), to the town of Mersing, the port town for Tioman Island on the south east coast of Malaysia. Tioman Island is where they filmed the musical ‘South Pacific’ many moons ago. The last time I was on the island was in 1988.




I had pushed biked up the east coast of Australia with a friend from Sydney all the way to Cairns and climbed the 25 kilometers to Kuranda and back down to Port Townsville where we caught a lift across the desert to Darwin and flew to Bali. We resumed biking through Bali, Lombok, Sumbawa, and Flores Island. We stopped for some time in Gili Trawangan off Lombok and again a brief stop on Komodo to see the dragons. Eventually we split and I flew to Batam Island and ferried to Singapore where I put my bike back together and rode to Mersing and ferried out to Tioman Island with some college girl friends. Things have changed as they would.



The bus ride from Malacca to Mersing was uneventful passing through miles upon miles of Palm Oil plantations and little else. Fires are burning in Indonesia, Borneo and they are already planting more palm oil saplings in the smoldering ground. The haze has been steady since Kuala Lumpur with a few windy days pushing it back out to sea. I wish they would stop destroying the jungles in South East Asia for this crop.




This was the first chance I was going to have to jump in the ocean since March when I left Thailand. In Mersing, Hornbill birds flew overhead as I walked to the jetty to catch the ferryboat to Tioman. The boat takes about 2 ½ hours to make the 32 kilometer trip with numerous stops on Tioman for the same price of 70 MR round trip. On your return check with your guest house at least one day in advance because the returns are subject to change and if you’re on a schedule you might have to make alternative plans to make your connections.



The morning boat leaves at 7 am and you should be there at least a half hour in advance because you might need to buy a ticket if you haven’t already purchased one, you will have to get in another line to give your identity details and then still pay a chunk of change to get onto Tioman. I think the whole run round trip cost a little over $50.00 USD. The boat leaves and the sun rises through the on coming monsoon clouds that have yet to become a steady morning experience but it is early November and the monsoon season unofficially begins on the 15th or there about.




The island has lots of variety as to accommodation from $100/night on down to about $10 or camping. I made a mistake and got off at Tekek, the main center, and there’s not much you want there, everything you want is somewhere else. As I arrived at the island the rain pelted the boat and washed off the upper deck and poured down the stairs. The wind picked up and the waves perked up.



I pulled in to Tekek and had roti and some sweet tea waiting for the rain to stop before I walked off toward a few dive shops on the next beach. I should have, could have gotten off at the next pier but my memory didn’t give me any clues when I got there. For one thing, there were cars and motorbikes on the island. That was not in my memory because they weren’t there before. As I walked along the beachfront I noticed that the island had recently taken a monsoon beating the year before, concrete roads were undermined by flooding, whole guard rails were bent out of action. When I asked about it later I was told that last year around the end of December massive rains, flooding and landslides had changed the geography of the island bringing down hardwoods and mountainside into lagoons and tearing out hotels in some spots on the island and they had yet to recover. Sometime in my absence an airstrip ad been put in and the costs split between Malaysia and private interests in Singapore. Apparently the project ran into some financial snags and yes the airstrip is there and some private carriers but originally it was supposed to be a joint venture run by a Malay airline with Singapore, KL, and Tioman Island as a flight circuit.



I got to the end of the beach and walked up on a concrete catwalk through a chunk of jungle to the next beach called ABC beach where I was sure to find what I was looking for. Air Batang (C?). As I walked through the jungle above blue water I saw two types of monitor lizards scampering along the edge of the path in front of me. I remembered that the island was packed full of snakes and monitor lizards that grow to 2 meters. I later learned that the monitor lizards are fond of kittens. Awhile back one of the monitor lizards attempted to eat a baby child and the islanders were forced to cull the reptile back in population but they breed pretty quick. There are a lot of cats on the island and not so many dogs. Cobras and Pythons are consistent visitors to the beach and sometimes cross each other’s path. I spoke with a Brit that has been traveling with his wife in the area for 15 years or so and he had a picture of a python taking down a cobra on the beach by biting behind the head and squeezing the life out of it.



I saw two people I had come in on the ferry with sitting in Nazri’s Place and I pulled in just because Nazri said hello. I ordered a tea and had a chat with the brother and sister from Sacramento, California who had lived in Fairbanks, Alaska for a spell. He had been coming to the island because he’s a hobby herpetologist in search of the Tioman Pit viper indigenous to the island only and he’s an avid fisherman as well. He explained that the pit viper is boreal and nocturnal so finding one would be a rare feat. He just wanted to find snakes and sister came along for the fishing and hiking. Good people. He was a bit put out because his fishing rods didn’t make it as far as he did but Nazri took care of it and it was sorted by the next day.



I was going to stay there but when everybody disappeared to check rooms I decided to wander on and found Mokhtar’s next door for 40 MR/night. I don’t do air-con because it messes with my sinuses so this was perfect and it turned out the owner was Nazri’s nephew so all’s well when spreading the wealth amongst family. A British couple lived in the next bungalow so we had some great conversations over the rail. Along time ago the British gent was in the British Navy and had some great stories to tell. He is writing an autobiography at the moment.




There were not a lot of tourists around due to the onset of the monsoon season but those that I did meet were all really relaxed and in good spirits. I spent the afternoon swimming and exploring the beach. The jungle backs right up to the beach except where the bungalows are. Nazri has a large resort with great food and lots of activities available. He took me for a stroll through his compound and I was impressed with the cleanliness and his consideration of nature. He has all sorts of rooms for solo travelers all the way to family arrangements and a convention room for wedding parties, business meetings, whatever you need it for can be sorted.



Lots of the restaurants are closed but there are a few that will remain open year round. I was in Nazri’s for breakfast and some book cover business and Neil and Valerie were off through the jungle with his snake hook in hand headed over the island mountain pass to a small community called Juara on the other side. I finished up and chased after them. The jungle is thick and the threat of rain was steady. Mosquitos clouded around me every time I stopped so I didn’t except for a few photos. The trail is well laid out with concrete steps where it used to be a muddy slippery hillside but for the most part it’s all natural and beautiful. The trail somewhat follows a creek with some swimming holes along the way. I met up with Neil and Valerie and just over the pass the trail intercepts a road and down to Juara we went for lunch. The beach and town were basically vacant except for a few men from Kuala Lumpur who were leaving soon and wanted us to help them drink a case of Heineken. Neil and Val don’t drink but when someone offers me a cold beer after a sweaty hike well I’m going to say ‘Why not?’



We had Trevally fish with rice and enjoyed the view out over the golden beach and blue water. There were a few sailboats and yachts anchored in the bay. Boys fished off the pier throwing bread in to frenzy the fish and then drop a hook with a bit of bait and popped out Trevally one after the other to sell to the restaurants I think.



We took a taxi back to Tekek and walked the catwalk back to ABC and I again jumped in the water. I don’t know exactly what went wrong but somehow I sprained a toe and it swelled up my whole foot to its limits. Walking became difficult and I hobbled down to Sunset Corner for a pizza before they ran out and closed for two months. I got lucky, there were only 6 pizzas left and I got into it and had a laugh with all the local divers getting their last licks.



I stayed for four days and the British couple had some gluten free pizza dough that the corner said they’d prepare for them so I sat with Ian and talked with the locals. One British woman was heading to Thailand about the same time I was going and mentioned an elephant festival in Surin and the lack of tourists so now I know what my first steps will be when I get there. In the past there have been around 200-300 elephants participating in the festival with rows of tables full of vegetables and fruit for the elephants to eat and gorge themselves on after the parade. Stay tuned for that.



The morning I left, my foot still screamed. I didn’t have any Asprin or anything so it was a grin and bear it boat and bus ride back to KL. The swelling is going down and I’m able to move about a little better but still a couple days off it will help before I fly to Bangkok. Once again I’m excited to return to Bangkok and the rest of Thailand. It looks like I’m going to do many things I haven’t done before and a few I have. See you there.