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Outside the Box

Posted by David On April - 23 - 2007

Here in the West, we tend to let ourselves operate within the bounds of social rules. Things like ‘legality’ and ’safety’ take up way too much of our thoughts, blinding us from a truer and more enlightened existence. We label things, give them guidelines and state the maximum occupancy. Quite frankly, I’ve had enough.

It’s time to think outside the box people, time to free our minds from the mental slavery that is commonly referred to as ’social order’. Let’s live free, do what we really want and fit as many people in our vans as is humanly possible.

Think your bus has a lot of people on it?The scary thing is, it's really only half-full

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Regrets

Posted by David On April - 23 - 2007

I made a list of things in my life that I regret. Moments here and there came back to me, times that I had been a bad kid, bad friend, bad brother, bad student, bad son or just a bad person. There were other times where I just didn’t have the guts to do what I wanted to do. They hurt the worst.

I heard that everyone has regrets and I suppose it’s probably true. We all do stupid things in youth, are prone to fits of stubbornness or laziness. If there’s anything surprising about making such a list is that it’s so short. Yet one thing bothers me about it and bothers me a lot. Looking at my list, I realized that they didn’t stop at youth. They keep going and going, right up to a few weeks ago.

When you’re young, you have this idea of yourself all grown up. You imagine that your problems will be solved, that you’ll be freed of any adolescent burdens you currently carry. You’ll be the perfect person. Then you grow up and realize that you keep doing stupid stuff.

It made me wonder, just what will I think of this period of my life in five years time. When I’m 32, what will I think of this 27 year old guy? Will he approve of the things I’m doing right now? Or will he be shaking his head with regret, just like I do when I think of some of the things I was doing at 22? Oh how I wish I could travel back and talk to that guy and set him straight.

Regrets, if they are to be stopped, need the attention of a person from the future to advise us. As this is never ever going to happen, we need to imagine it. The only way to figure out what actions you are doing today that you will regret in the future is to imagine looking back on this time of your life from the future. What advice would you give yourself? Would you be looking back with pride or shame?

It’s really not as hard or crazy as it sounds. While I was in university, I spent too much time with my girlfriend and not studying. At the time, it wouldn’t have been a great stretch to realize that various girls are just fleeting things and not worth investing too much time into. Another time, still on the topic of girls, while I was transfixed by a girl of exquisite beauty and grace to the extent that I was unable to walk over and introduce myself, it wouldn’t have been so hard to realize that the pain of regret at a missed opportunity is so much worse than any possible rejection could be. And then, while I was in high school and it was time to visit my grandfather, surely I must’ve realized he wouldn’t be around forever and that I should have visited him more. All of these things aren’t a great stretch of the imagination, but they failed to hit me at the time.

So I’m still wondering. Just what is future me regretting right now?

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Travel Hindsight

Posted by David On April - 12 - 2007

Sitting here in Australia, having completed by most recent trip, I can’t help but wish I was still out there living the backpacker life. A month is too short a time to experience two countries. Yet, it is over and I must let it go, plus I’ll have plenty of time to reminisce when I edit the 7 or so hours of video footage that I accumulated. Arriving home has also given me a chance to reflect on travel and some of the lessons I have either learned fresh, or come to understand better. They are as follows, in no particular order:

  • It’s not possible to truly relate your experiences to others, for that can only come with actual travel.
  • It’s not where you go, but how you explore and experience the place you’re in. Some people visit many places, but never truly experience anything.
  • There is always a cheaper option, but are you willing to find, argue, beg or persevere for it?
  • Leave with only the essentials. Come back with bags full.
  • Planning saves a lot of headache.
  • Let the world color you and let your presence color the world.
  • “Nothing ventured, nothing gained”.
  • True travelers seek the unfamiliar, not destinations.
  • Travel allows you to see a different side of yourself, for better or for worse.
  • Find a local and talk to them wherever you go.
  • If you open your heart and mind, it will fill with something new.
  • Travel is addictive.

That last one is especially true. So true, I almost never made it home.

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Incomplete People

Posted by David On April - 8 - 2007

There have been countless books written about confidence and how to get more of it. It’s a genuine concern for all of us at some time or another. We inevitably find ourselves confronted with a situation in which we are, for whatever reason, completely lacking in confidence to proceed in.

Fears abound us in modern-day society. We are no longer the commanders of our domain, like when we were hunter-gatherers. We rely on the actions of others for our material needs. We are cogs in the great machinery of society, a special skill developed to help turn the engine that drives our economies forward. We are also faced with situations completely removed from natural life. Public speaking is something the caveman never had to face, nor was intercontinental travel. But in this modern society, we overcame our resistance to other cultures and instead embraced them, shared them, all the while infusing ours into theirs. Ordinary people rose to the top ranks of large corporations through white-collar channels rather than battle and subterfuge. Men no longer hunted women in the same way as he might hunt a gazelle, but rather had to revert to conversation and dialog. He had to read a woman’s signals, then try to decypher what they mean. For the woman it is often just as strange, when men approach and speak nonsense in hope of impressing them, or entertain them all night unable to mouth the words of interest due to the social stigma of rejection. Or what of the countless number of people scared of the outdoors, of nature? Unable to fend for themselves, even in the most basic of natural scenarios, they would make their forefathers of only a few generations blush in their caskets. We no longer need to learn the skills of natural survival that were so essential just a century or two ago.

The fact is, we are incomplete people. We are only an element of an equation, entirely unbalanced in our efforts to fit in to modern society. We no longer seek to make ourselves the best in a wide range of endeavors, but rather to better one particular aspect of an endeavor in order to serve society better. As a whole, it makes for a better society, all the cogs working in harmony. But is it any wonder that the average person lacks confidence in a wide range of situations? We find ourselves living in a modern society with social rules and laws of manner and ettiquette, yet with biological programming identical to our spear weilding forefathers. We are conflicted, unbalanced and as a result, unconfident.

I don’t have a social answer to the larger problem, however I do have a solution to all those lacking confidence: act.

Confidence or rather, self-esteem is determined by your actions, not your thoughts. Those who are overly thoughtful, no doubt have heightened sensitivity to a whole range of topics, with increased knowledge and quite possibly the correct answer to many problems. But those who act, endear themselves with the confidence that the action brings forward into future situations.

In personal terms, conquering fear requires action. There aren’t any thoughts which can satisfactorily conquer it. Action with an external focus is the only way. External focus is important. Concentrate on the subject of your action, enjoy every part of the action, the process. Standing there on the verge of action, contemplating the result, be it success or failure, only serves to weaken confidence.

Constantly focus on things outside yourself. Let your emotions tell you how you feel, rather than analyze your own head. Act. Start small. Let that action lead to the next action, instilling confidence into the way you act, again and again. It will not always have the result you hope, but everything that happens will still give you the confidence you need for the next action because you did something. As soon as you act, you have more power than all the self-confidence boosting prop speeches gave you.

As for all the cog-in-the-wheel stuff, try not to let it bother you. Take up a new hobby. You’ll feel much better.

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An addendum. Eugenics has always been a dirty word, equated with Hitlerian aspirations of a ’super-race’. However, while reading the Wikipedia entry for Nikola Tesla, I noticed this interesting quote:

[...] man’s new sense of pity began to interfere with the ruthless workings of nature. The only method compatible with our notions of civilization and the race is to prevent the breeding of the unfit by sterilization and the deliberate guidance of the mating instinct [...]. The trend of opinion among eugenists is that we must make marriage more difficult. Certainly no one who is not a desirable parent should be permitted to produce progeny. A century from now it will no more occur to a normal person to mate with a person eugenically unfit than to marry a habitual criminal.[ref]

I think Tesla was too optimistic of social trends. But it makes one wonder. Is the weakening of this mating instinct offset by the increased opportunities for meeting your potential mate that modern society affords? The question of who to mate with will still be programmed into us, to a degree, but how much this does or should play a role is highly debatable. As I discussed above, we have moved away from personal self-sufficiency and the pride that brings, toward a mutual interdependency and the material pride that brings. The result is a society which seeks personal happiness at any cost. When faced with one’s personal happiness over more perfect offspring, we might choose the former more readily. After all, the rule usually goes that whatever is lacking, people are more desperate to have. Poor people are thus more likely to steal and people lacking in self-worth more likely to scream “me! me! me!”.

So who would you choose? A person with a personality you like, or someone who was, eugenically speaking, a perfect match? Should that even be raised as a question?

The other side of the argument is that today’s society has moved away from the notion of physical strength. Functioning well in modern society requires superior mental ability, not pure physicality (sports men and women excepted). However is just as much a physical trait as strength, arising from superior cognitive functioning, rather than muscular.

Ethically, the whole issue is a slippery slope. While countries such as China have embarked on a program of sterilization for those with “genetic diseases of a serious nature” and even some mental health conditions. Canada had a program of eugenics which continued into the 1970s, as did other countries including my own, Australia. And surprisingly, the largest state-sponsored eugenics program behind Hitler’s was run by, you guessed it, the US of A.

Programs such as these are artificial attempts to restore the natural balance of society. Programs and policies such as Feminism, Taxation/Welfare or Economics seek to correct some failing of modern society through a set of imposed rules on it’s subjects. Yet social programs which instill their own criteria on social interaction easily circumvent human nature to suit their ends and leave society more imbalanced than ever, inevitably. I could talk about each of the above programs in detail as to why I feel they are unnatural, but I think this rant has gone on long enough.

Plus, I’m meant to be travelling, not philosophizing.

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My Left Foot, Bangkok

Posted by David On April - 4 - 2007

Since the last post: Siem Reap -> Phnom Penh (2 nights) -> Bangkok (just arrived).

As nice as it was to see Camodia, it was just as nice to leave. Getting out of the country is not that easy however. If you don’t get up early you’ll have to wait until the next day. Or the next next day in my case. I wanted to leave sooner than I did, but all (cheap) modes of transport required that I woke up at the crack of dawn. So I stayed an extra day or two. But today, thanks to my early rising and the AirAsia pilot who rocketed me out of Cambodia in what I’m sure was record time, I’m now sitting in Bangkok. I’m glad to be back.

Nothing spectacularly bad happened in Cambodia. Quite the opposite. It was a good trip and very interesting too. But the country, especially Phnom Penh, can wear you down. Everything is an effort, a every deal a scam and every offer a shady proposition. It was while visiting Wat Phnom, the first Buddhist temple erected in the capital, that I knew I just wanted to be somewhere else. After I had climbed the stairs, with the beggars and cripples all holding out their hands, I reached the top and was told the entrance fee was a dollar. Now, a dollar is just a dollar right? Sure. But it’s not just a dollar. Because it’s the 8 dollars I forked out for the Silver Pagoda (three for me and five for my video camera!) and the other dollars I forked out on countless other attractions of culture. I don’t even like temples that much (Angkor being the exception). So I decided to just enjoy the view from the outside. At the time, it went something more like “I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend another dollar on some crap I don’t like.”

Luckily this monkey didn't ask for anything.

Normally, I automatically pass on recommended destinations because I figured they were just tourist traps which weren’t really all that interesting. But this time I really made an effort to see that side of things. If anyone at the Lonely Planet is reading this, take notes from here. After the Tuol Sleng museum and the killing fields, the Silver Pagoda is the next on the recommended viewing list. So I went there. Short story, it sucked.

A palace building that was not the Silver PagodaWall art around the outside of the courtyard

It is named the Silver Pagoda because of the 5,000 silver tiles on the floor. Unfortunately I only saw about 10 of those tiles due to the carpet that covered pretty much the entire room. I also had to leave my camera outside because there can be no photographs taken inside the temple. There was a throne, there were ornaments, there was a lot of stuff plated gold. There also might have been a Buddha statue somewhere in there. I looked out the window. Some monks were strolling around. I think they were there for ambience because they didn’t really do anything but stand around. Photo opportunities of monks next to the temple are popular but I knew they probably had a price, so I took one from a distance instead.

Monks strolling alongside the temple

It wasn’t just me either. Nobody was impressed. I’ve been to Angkor and I know impressed tourists. There, people were saying “oooh” and “ahh” all the time over most of the stuff. People talked to each other and smiled. Here, people walked around with looks of forced interest, though I think many of them were French so it was more like faux curiosit. They walked around, took photos, then moved on. They moved, but weren’t moved.

Somewhere along the line, I realized that I must’ve broken a bone in my foot. I realized because it was swollen and bruised. I consulted my good friends at eMedicineHealth, who gave some sage advice for self-diagnosis:

Take the shoe and sock off the good foot as well. Compare both feet side-by-side to figure out how much swelling is present in the injured foot.

Look for any large cuts or wounds. Large cuts or wounds that expose a broken bone are more serious.

Really? Can you imagine someone sitting there with a bone sticking out of the skin of their foot wondering if it’s serious or not? Unless you’re one of the X-Men, you would most likely be quite aware of the gravity of the situation even before you ‘compare both feet’. Luckily for me, no bones were visibly showing. In fact, walking and running hadn’t been an issue. I did remember the onset of bruising happened quite quickly after kicking that punching bag in the gym, so I assume it was that. As I am travelling in a third-world country and as I will be home soon, I also assume that my body has the situation under control. If it was serious, my body would tell me through pain. No pain, no worries. It doesn’t rhyme, but there you go.

It surprises me that I have come this far and only broken my foot. After all, my life flashes before my eyes every time I get on a motorbike taxi. I eat local food, but haven’t gotten sick. And, you’ll be pleased to know, faithful reader, that all my body parts and internal organs are intact. Except the foot, of course.

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Of Floating Villages and Trannies

Posted by David On April - 1 - 2007

Almost sounds like the title of a John Keats poem, doesn’t it? How might it go…?

‘Twas a late day in the summer sky,
The insects buzzing nearand I,
Did seek aride upon a motorbike,
For I did profess to seek,
That sight of which they all did speak,
Houses floatinggently on the lake,
Fishermen and their families,
Drifing by on boats of three,
Of which so many photos I would take

My hand I raised to usher forth,
A moto guy heading North,
He spun around to ride me on his bike.
But when he spoke “where you go?”
His voice all strange and falsetto,
I knew something wasn’t quite right.

But I had matters pressing down,
Wanting to see this floating town,
So with gusto I did leap upon his ride,
And through the sights that I would see,
This transvestite would speak to me,
About his desire to see my backside….

Actually, the story didn’t quite go like that. A real girl who lives in an apartment opposite my guesthouse offered to show me Tonle Sap Lake, a huge lake just south of Siem Reap, home to an abundant ecosystem and most famously, a floating village of fishermen and their families. It was a terribly interesting trip, to see how these people live with their floating supermarkets and floating schools and everything else you can imagine adding buoyancy to.

Floating Village, Tonle Sap LakeLowlands, Tonle Sap

We cruised around, then stopped at a gift shop (also floating) with it’s attached fish and crocodile farms. A fish or crocodile farm is an enclosure of bamboo partially submerged in the water, housing fish or crocodiles.

Fish Farm, Tonle Sap

The benefit of such a farm is the fresh fish you can catch and dine on in the adjacent restaurant. Apparently this is a popular spot at sunset, attracting tourists by the hundreds. There was even a floating disco a little way off for dancing into the night, under a starry sky, surrounded by water. It was really interesting how these people lived their lives here, catching fish, eating fish. It seemed so natural, so down-to-earth.

Then my friend’s cell phone started ringing and the wonder ceased.
“You can get reception out here?” I asked.
“Sure!” she said.

River LifeVegetable Store, Tonle Sap

When we were heading out to the lake, we saw the kids studying in their floating school. Unicef funds these schools at $20,000 a year per school. My boat driver pointed out 2 such schools. In actual fact, the inhabitants of these little floating huts are a mix of Muslim Kmer and Catholic Vietnamese. The Vienamese are often in Cambodia illegally, but this fact is overlooked in the interests of a good relationship between the countries. On our way back in the late afternoon, I noticed that the schools were closed and most of the kids were in the river, throwing mud at each other for fun.

Floating School, Tonle SapFresh Water Kids

The water of the lake was rather muddy and I asked the driver about this. He said that right now, being the dry season, the lake is rather shallow, only about armpit depth. When the rainy season comes through, the lake will expand to almost double it’s size, extending all the way across the dust road we had taken to get there, under all the rickety houses on sticks we had seen along that dusty road, all the way to the mountain way off in the distance. The rice paddies, trees and villages are covered in water and the families live aboard their boats. Don’t underestimate the power of the big wet.

Dry Season RoadRice Laden River

After getting back to my guesthouse and showering all the melted sunscreen off my sweaty skin, I headed out to get some milk as I had a craving for the strawberry variety. So I caught a moto taxi who turned out to be either a ladyboy in training or a guy in desperate need of a strong male role model. Throughout the course of the trip he kept asking me if he could stay in my room. I told him no I think 4 times and then decided to tell him the story about the ladyboy who made the mistake of asking me 5 times. That set him straight. So to all thoseguys who give in on the fifth time, please stop rewarding their persistence, it’s annoying for the rest of us.

Both those episodes were from a couple of days ago and I was meant to have returned to Phnom Penh already. However, Siem Reap is proving to be a pleasant little town to stay in, so I am reluctant to leave. I discovered a local gym with equipment dating from somewhere around the 1920s, but which only costs 25 cents to visit. Daytime activities include eating, sleeping and billiards. Can’t get much better than that, I’m afraid. But time it marches on and money it tends to get spent, so tomorrow and I’m almost positive this time, I’ll start my journey home. It’s been great, I’ve seen so many fascinating things along the way, other cultures and ways of life. I’ve swam at the beach, I’ve driven a bike in the city and I’ve stood in the ancient ruins of Angkor. I’ve been propositioned along the way and in many ways by girls, guys, old women, trannies, passing stray dogs and countless moto guys. I’ve been amazed, enthralled, scared, stoned and entertained. I’ve been bitten (bed bugs), smitten (adorable fruit kid), harrassed (vendors) and enlightened (Angkor). All that, and I’ve got a bit of a tan!

A Measure of Progress

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