Friday, December 30, 2011

Closing the Year with Che

Music: Zambita by Gustavo Santaolalla

Che: A Memoir by Fidel Castro is not actually a book written by Fidel, but rather, a collection of the speeches he made, interviews answered and introductions he wrote about Che after his death. Starting from the news of Che's death in Bolivia in 1967, to the time when Che's remains were discovered and returned to Cuba in 1997. It is very clear that Che is a very, very dear person to Fidel. They are the epitome of absolute brothers, they highly respect, trust, understand and would practically do anything for each other. In other words, they are what I would call, "real bros".

His speeches etc are full of reverence of the most famous and recognized revolutionary and guerilla fighter in the world, even if it is only his face that the masses recognize. The famous sillhouette of Che is plastered all over tshirts and posters and buttons. Every action towards a just cause is associated with Che. What most people don't know, is the fact that he is an Argentinian, a doctor by profession, a self-learned economist, a communist, and a damn good writer.

This book can only be read if one has some background on the life and struggles of Che, and I think I accidentally had it right by reading books of Che in the order that I read it. If not, one would not be able to appreciate all that Fidel has to say, because one does not understand why he said it all. The first was The Motorcycle Diaries, a book that I bought when I was in New Delhi, for only RM20. It was about how he travelled throughout Latin America and how he came to develop his ideas and thinking that would later influence his whole life. I also find pleasure in the fact that my itinerary when I went South America is somewhat similar to Che's then. The second book was the Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War and the third was the Bolivian Diary, titles are self-explanatory. I almost bought an autobiography of Che by Jon Lee Anderson but I was more interested in what Fidel had to say. Plus the book was too thick and huge. Apart from that, I also watched the movie versions of all the three books mentioned.

I don't support Che in his political ideologies, but rather I admire his attributes. If I were to choose just one word to describe Che, it would be, selfless.

If I hadn't been to South America, I wouldn't have been interested in reading about Che in the first place. (Like if I hadn't been to India, I wouldn't have read the autobiography of Gandhi, which I bought in New Delhi, also, for only RM20, bah so cheap!). It was my first trip of the year and it was the best trip that I've been on so far. And not only after I finished reading this book, that I realized, what a perfect book to end the year with.

So with that, Happy New Year to all! 

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Travel Bible

Music: Paradise by Coldplay

Aptly titled, The Tao of Travel is everything you need to know about great travel writers and their experiences, according to Paul Theroux. From Ibn Batutta to the more recent like Jon Krakauer. There are many great quotes and excerpts from various books that have ever been written, some of it I think are so wonderful because it explains things that I myself can't put into words, whenever I try to describe my own feelings. It touches on the nuances, the solitude and loneliness, the highs and lows, the unexpected experiences, the feelings of liberation and freedom, the exotic (or barbaric) food encounters, the harshness and happiness, the nothingness and extremities; of travelling. A wonderful read.

A quick google image search of Theroux and a quick read on wikipedia, gave me the impression that he has that slightly high and mighty attitude, but not in the way he writes, for he appears humble and appreciative in his writings about others. I would love to get my hands on Paul Theroux other travel books.

My third book in 5 days. I guess its really easy to be on a roll when the mood comes.

"Travel is a state of mind. It has nothing to do with existence or the exotic. It is almost entirely an inner experience."
-Paul Theroux, Fresh Air Fiend (2000).

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

An Accidentally Travel-themed Day

Music: Staring At The Sun by U2

This is a picture of a cloudy morning on Broga Hill, which I went hiking this morning.

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I woke up around 6.20am (after 10 minutes of snooze of course), and decided to hike Broga Hill. I've lost count of how many times I've hiked here alone. I never go on weekends because the place resembles a pasar malam, without the stalls. That leaves weekdays, and I usually go in the evening, because, well, I have a love affair with my bed in the morning. So nice and comfy... But the daily evening rain has hampered my plans almost always nowadays, so yeah, once in a while, why not right? To not sleep in, I mean.

I headed out at 7.00am. Started hiking at 7.30am, climbed very slowly, and reached the the first peak at 8.00am, and settled at a little clearing where there was a lonely rock, away from the path of other hikers, somewhere at the 3rd peak, and took out the book that I was planning to finish reading by today.

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So there I sat, on the rock, undisturbed, only white noise of other hikers passing by, with sounds birds chirping and the sun hiding behind the clouds, for a little over an hour. Even by 9.30am, it wasn't hot at all, and there was actually no wind, or very little of it.

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I was reading To a Mountain in Tibet by Colin Thubron (how apt!), and I must say that he is an excellent travel writer. He managed to make me feel like I was there with him, crossing over from Nepal to Tibet, hiking towards Mt. Kailas. The descriptions of what he saw and felt were vivid, infused with history and stories on a personal level, these were seamlessly intertwined. Mt. Kailas is a sacred place for followers of four religions, namely Buddhism, Hinduism, Jainism and Bon (a religion that pre dates Buddhism in Tibet). Thousands of pilgrims circle the peak each year, but the peak itself has never been scaled, although attempts were made. I was not really interested in the explanations of the religions, it was too much info and can be confusing at times, because there are so many versions of their Gods and Bodhisattvas, the stories in Bhagavad Gita etc even within the same religion. But nevertheless, Thubron really did them justice, with his explanations and what not. I took a class on Asian Religion before which focused on mainly Buddhism and Hinduism so it was all not that foreign to me.

As Thubron was explaining about Amithaba, I am reminded of the many times I see the car stickers of it around KL. I thought, how come I've never heard of Mt. Kailas before? How come there are never articles about it in the newspaper? Do Buddhists or Hindus in Malaysia don't know about it? A few pages later my questions were answered, for Thubron mentioned of a Hindu he met while circling Mt. Kailas (32km), that was from Malaysia. Isn't that cool!

Although I loved the hiking parts of the story telling, I thought there was too much info on the religion that I could only  muster a small amount of interest (no offence to the religions mentioned of course). But his writing is beautiful, and I'll be damned if I don't start reading all his previous travel books.

On the way down, I was accompanied by a group of people, and I couldn't seem to figure out the language they were using. The looked Chinese but they were definitely not speaking Chinese, or Thai, or Tagalog or whatever. I couldn't stand not knowing any longer, so I waited till they caught up with me and I just had to ask. They are from Kazakhstan! I was not that shocked because I had a clue, the only girl in the group was wearing a blue/red jersey with the words Kazakhstan written at the back. But I do admit that I was shocked with their appearance, because I never imagined them to look how they look. The guy that I was talking to had a porcelain-like skin, very fair, with large eyes. The girl wearing jersey was beautiful she could've passed off as a model. From our brief interaction, I found out that they are international students at U of Nottingham (which is just less than 5 minutes drive from the foot of Broga Hill), it costs about 1000 USD for a 7-hour direct flight from KL to Almaty (or was it Astana?), return, on Etihad. For cheaper flight tickets, one can opt for a 10-hour stopover in Abu Dhabi. It is safe to travel in Kazakhstan, as they see many foreigners travel alone there, hiking the mountains even during winter (Do you know how cold Kazakhstan is??!! I've googled this information before). They said Malaysia's ok, except for the fact that its too hot. Haha, surprise surprise. I wanted to give them a lift to their Uni but it was a party of five adults, they all couldn't possibly fit into my small car.

I was home about a quarter to 11, had breakfast, bathed, and decided to watch Eat, Pray, Love, only because it was on Astro and I had nothing to do anyway. It was one of the most boring movie I've ever watched. I almost fell asleep, so I had to take breaks, I went to sidai baju and siram pokok. Ita a good thing I was never sucked into the whole Eat Pray Love obsession, I wasn't compelled to read the book when it was the craze back then. But I do like the phrase, "the sweetness of doing nothing".

So now here I am typing away, and I've decided to keep the spirit of this accidentally travel themed day by picking up another travel related book to read, while watching TLC, still 3 and a half days to go before the year ends!

Or maybe I'll just fall asleep and let the tv watch me instead.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

2011 Reading List

Music: You Got What I Need by Joshua Radin

Books that I've read this year: *added later

1) A Doctor in the House: The Memoirs of Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad by Mahathir Mohamad
2) A Year in the Merde by Stephen Clarke
3) Merde Actually by Stephen Clarke
4) An Autobiography: The Stories of My Experiments with Truth by Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
5) Train to Pakistan by Khushwant Singh
6) The Motorcycle Diaries by Ernesto Guevara
7) Half The Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunities for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn
8) One Day by David Nicholls
9) Merde Happens by Stephen Clarke
10) How To Be Single by Liz Tuccillo
11) Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Promote Peace One School at a Time by Greg Mortenson
12) Slam by Nick Hornby
13) The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch
14) The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference by Malcolm Gladwell
15) The Malay Dilemma by Mahathir Mohamad
16) Ma'na Kebahagiaan Dan Pengalamannya Dalam Islam by Syed Muhammad Naquib al-Attas
17) Three Cups of Deceit: How Greg Mortenson, Humanitarian Hero, Lost His Way by Jon Krakauer
18) Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid by Jimmy Carter
19) Bossy Pants by Tina Fey
20) A History of Modern Palestine: One Land, Two Peoples by Ilan Pappe
21) Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War by Che Guevara
22) Bolivian Diary by Che Guevara
23) Blink by Malcom Gladwell
24) Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
25) I Am Muslim by Dina Zaman
*26) To a Mountain in Tibet by Colin Thubron
*27) The Tao of Travel: Enlightenments from Lives on the Road by Paul Theroux
*28) Che: A Memoir by Fidel Castro

haha.. I don't think I've ever read this many books in a year before. Its clear that non-fiction outweighed fiction, which is something unimaginable a year ago. Thinking of adding another one to the list. There's 4 more days before the year ends. 

Thursday, December 22, 2011

2011 Travel Summary

Music: Stuck In The Moment by U2

1) Argentina: Buenos Aires, Tigre
2) Uruguay: Montevideo
3) Chile: Santiago
4) Bolivia: La Paz, Copacabana
5) Peru: Puno, Cuzco, Ollantaytambo, Aguas Calientes, Machu Picchu, Lima
6) Brazil: Foz do Iguazu, Rio de Janeiro, Sao Paolo
7) India: New Delhi, Agra, Fatehpuh Sikri, Jaipur, Udaipur, Ranakpur, Jodhpur, Pushkar, Ajmer
8) Cambodia: Siem Reap
9) Macau SAR
10) Hong Kong SAR
11) Singapore

Total countries: 11
Total number of days: 44
Total money spent: RM 19,800

So, where to next? 

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Learning to Love Being Alone

Music: Come Undone by Robbie Williams

This is an article written by a female travel blogger. It is a topic that currently resonates with me at this point in my life. Even though she relates it to travels, the idea can be transferred back to daily life. 


Of course I am forever dreaming of going on my inaugural solo trip, infact, I absolutely know where I want to go, in a duration of 2-3 months. It won't be a year-long RTW trip but of course I dream about that too. I'm already near the end of my twenties and I can't believe I still haven't gotten around to do it. What am I waiting for? 

(The answer is money). 

Sunday, December 04, 2011

A Non-Update

Music: Santa Fe by Beirut

If you think I've been neglecting to write here, well, you are right! Haven't got much inspiration to write about anything for the longest time. Not that I have any right now either.

The only thing I'd like to say now is, I had a great time with dearest Mummy Dina (hehe) on my Hong Kong & Macau trip 3 weeks ago. If circumstances were different (ie MD is single/not married), we would've gone on so many trips together already by now, because I would've asked her first whenever I even start to think of going anywhere. Hehe. Yes dear you were an awesome travel partner and lets not wait too long to go on another adventure ok? When you can :). You know I have all the time in the world. XOX.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Aitai

私はあなたがいなくて寂しい

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

A Year Older..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANI!! :)))))

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

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Friday, October 14, 2011

Dreaded Dengue

Music: Rise To Me by The Decemberists

Its been one week and I'm still recovering from dengue fever. Two Sundays ago, I came down with a high fever and was hot and cold for 4 days, paracatemols did not do the trick this time round. My whole body, joints and muscles were aching very badly, I had severe migraine and my temp was quite high. I finally went to the doctor after some coercion, and was told me to come again in 2 days for a blood test, because apparently, dengue can only be detected on the 4th or 5th day of fever. I dutifully went in last Friday for the required blood test, and my platelets were low. But it wasn't that low to be honest. 50 is the count for mandatory admission into the ward for government hospitals (I went to a private one). My count was 70 but doctor decided to admit me, I wanted to refuse but he would not hear it.

I hate hospitals, I even hate clinics for that matter. I avoid them at all costs, when it comes to me being sick (not when visiting others). So there I was, feeling miserable having to spend the night at the ward. One hour after being shown to my bed, I asked the nurse when can I go back. Of course she laughed at me, "depends on the doctor". I told my boss to find replacements for me at work, my parents, and 2 close friends. Told my parents to bring my laptop over, I was dreading the night ahead, I didn't have any mood to read, so I figured I should watch movies instead, which I did.

It did not help that there was some construction going on in the ward so it wasn't quiet at all there. Another patient across the hall just gave birth and she had many visitors. Two girls who came to visit her stayed until 11pm and was telling her whole life story about all the boyfriends she's had. I couldn't block her out because she was speaking so loud. So that night I unwillingly listened to a bedtime story that I couldn't care less for.

I drank so much water to raise my platelet levels so that I could be discharged the next day, which resulted in me going to the toilet every half hour or so. I was also dripped a total of 4 pints of whatever it was they put in me (water/sodium chloride). They took my blood sample 3 times, and the next day thankfully my platelets had increased and I was allowed to go back home. The doc confirmed it was dengue, but I was just glad I only had to spend one night in the ward. I HATED EVERY MINUTE OF IT. The day before, my dad finished up my food because I didn't have the appetite to eat, especially hospital food, urgh. In fact, I lost 3 to 5kgs during the whole ordeal. I think I've gained most of it back by now.

2 days ago I went for another blood test and thankfully my platelet and white blood count are back to normal levels. But my red blood count is still low, but I think that's also because I went to donate blood a month ago, which I've been doing every 4-5 months for the past 2 years, so naturally its lower than usual.

I'm still easily tired, hence why I said I'm still recovering. I did 10 laps in the swimming pool yesterday and I was more tired than usual. But the most important thing is that I have gained my appetite back, which is a good indication that I'm recovering well. I'm lucky to only be truly sick for about 10 days, and admitted only for a day. Some people I know are admitted up to a week, and take at least 3 weeks to fully recover. I feel totally fine now. I did not go to work for 10 days. 

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Late Night Ramblings

Music: Desert Dream by Larkin Poe

I don't feel like sleeping yet even though I'm almost sleepy, its the moment from not sleepy to becoming sleepy, different from the moment from already feeling sleepy to actually going to sleep. Haha merepek nya la.

A dream that I had a few weeks back featuring a friend came true for said person. First time something like this ever happened. Its rather amazing really. I just found out about it a few hours ago because my friend said my 'premonition' came true. For a split second I couldn't understand the code-speak. Anyway, I'm really happy that the dream will materialize Insya Allah because its a good thing and a once in lifetime chance (for most people our age). Alhamdulillah.

When D texted me saying she successfully climbed to the Low's Peak, I was so happy and proud of her because she did the harder Mesilau trail and also had to endure rain all the way to the top. Yes D I'm very proud of you and B!! Couldn't help reminiscing my own trip last year which was nothing short of amazing. I wrote about it at length, (http://emkerr.blogspot.com/2010/07/conquering-lows-peak.html), and I was reminded of the painful descent due to the pain I felt on my left knee, which was unbearable. What I did not mention in my post was that all the way during my climb down, I really had to get it together because even the slightest negative thought would've made me give up, I was praying for Allah's help every step I took. The ordeal was so severe and I had to endure it all alone because everyone else were way ahead of me and had to wait for a couple of hours or more for me, another thing that made me feel super duper guilty. Can you imagine how hungry and tired everyone was? and to be made worse because of me. But I'm happy that I have wonderful friends. Upon seeing everyone at the Timpohon Gate, the tears that I had been holding back for 6 hours came gushing down, to which I'm still kinda ashamed whenever I think about it. The miraculous thing was that, the pain totally disappeared the next day, one of the few experiences I had of having Allah grant my wish almost immediately. By the time we got into the bus to bring us back to Kinabalu Park, it rained cats and dogs. Another prayer answered. Allahu Akbar.

TNB has been getting the limelight lately (in Malaysian biz news) because of the dire situation of gas shortage that has been going for almost a year, because of Petronas. The problem is really severe and we have been operating under constraint conditions that could prove detrimental to the future of energy security in our country the longer this problem persists. As always with reading reports or articles on internet news portals, I would make it a point to glance through the comments sections to know what others think and gauge the understanding/sentiment of the masses, so to speak. And unsurprisingly, tnb gets the all the blame and hit real hard, all the reasons under the sun that you can think of. Experts, professionals, analysts of the power sector understand the real reason of our problem, which is not our fault really. Its disheartening to see so many people who are always quick to express opinions and put blames before getting to know the facts first. A friend said we should take comments with a grain of salt, to which I totally agree, but I would also like to say that is important for us to get the facts right, before saying anything. This is something that I've clearly seen throughout the years since I came back 6 years ago. It has made me aware, and I try my utmost best to avoid doing it. I am not defending the company I'm working at, but this story is just to give an example.

Some people complain about tnb's bad customer service, and when they come to me, I don't defend nor do I agree. I have never had any bad experience, but I can't discount others' experience. I notice that having a tnb employee listen to their complaints make them feel better, sometimes they just want to rant their dissatisfaction and it does more good for me to empathize with their situation rather than go all out defending tnb.

Have you ever come across a situation, whereby a person of another race diss his/her own race for a bad habit/thing they do, and when we comment "hey you are a >insert race< too", the person would say "its ok im allowed to say bad things about my own race, but its not ok for someone of a different race to do it". I find this totally ridiculous. A bad thing is a bad thing regardless of race. To put it in a different perspective, its like I can say all the bad things I want about tnb because I work for the company, but if non-employees yg kutuk, I would be mad. Ridiculous! One has to admit both the good and bad of something/someone without discrimination. That's the fair and rational thing to do.

A little heavy a topic for a late night ramble haha sorry about that. 

Wordless Wednesday

Music: A Miracle by My Little Pony

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Conversations With A Cobbler

Music: This Time by Jonathan Rhys Meyers

I was in somewhere nearby South City in Seri Kembangan earlier today, trying to locate an office and failed because I memorized the wrong address. I called the person I was supposed to meet, but he did not answer. So while waiting for him to return my call, I looked for a street cobbler (one of the things I love about Malaysia), because my wonderful Ipanema Gisele Bunchen flip flop has started to break, the soles underneath has worn off which I attribute to the way I walk.. seret2 like pemalas u know. I love this pair of slippers which I bought 2 years ago, because it's like custom made for my huge, long but narrow feet. At first the cobbler said there's nothing he can do to repair it, and said even if he did, it would be uncomfortable. But not willing to depart with my beloved slippers that have been my constant partner to various continents across the world (so dramatic!), I insisted he 'tampal' completely new soles. So in the end he agreed.

As I had nowhere to go while waiting for my slippers to be repaired, I sat beside him on a stool and just observed him doing his job, whilst getting other customers (business was good!). I wanted to talk but I didn't know whether he'd be comfortable, he was definitely not Malaysian. And then he initiated the conversation. I found out that he's from Padang, has been here for 7 years. Which is wonderful really because I've been thinking of going there sometime before this year ends. I almost bought the tickets 2 weeks ago but did not, but I bought tickets to somewhere else instead hehe. I wondered if he does any other job beside being a cobbler, but he said no. And its hard to get a job back home, hence our encounter lol.

From my questions, he said that Padang is a really nice place, and its nothing like here (meaning KL). When I asked him to elaborate further, he somehow compared our Sunway Lagoon to their version there, and said it's much nicer there. Haha. I was thinking all the while, I don't think I'll be going to a water park if I ever went to Padang. I inquired about Bukit Tinggi, and he said its really cold there! I asked about tour guides and hiking, but because I couldn't find the right words in Malay, so he couldn't understand what I was talking about. It would be best for me to hire a taxi to bring me around, or I could rent a car, he suggested. I asked if it is safe to travel in Padang alone, and he said, of course! "Orang sana semua baik2". We started comparing KL and Padang in terms of safety, crimes etc.

Out of nowhere, he started lecturing me about going to Padang alone.. it would be boring, he said. I would have no one to talk to, don't know where to go, and what if I get into trouble? Presented me various scenarios of the cons of traveling alone. I entertained him in that sense, but whatever he said did not unnerve me the very least. He said I could've followed him to Padang when he went back for raya 2 weeks ago. Haha. Firstly I don't know him yet, secondly, I don't think I'll take up the offer, no matter how nice he seems to be. I actually got the same offer from a Pakistani who sells carpets in Bangi (if I ever want to go to Pakistan), when I mentioned that I went to India. He's from Lahore.

At one point, I was staring into space and he asked me, 'kenapa termenung saja'? I was imagining my trip to Padang and Bukit Tinggi then haha. 40 minutes later, he's done up my slippers (while doing up other people's as well), and it was perfectly comfortable. Thank god I don't have to fork out 70 bucks to buy another ipanema slippers. Paid him 10 bucks, thanked him and said I would totally remember him if I ever went to Padang, to which he smiled.

I drove back to Bangi and then the person I was supposed to meet up called me. My bad for getting the wrong address, and too bad he called me a little tad too late. Maybe next time. 

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

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Changes

I've been going through some changes in my life recently..

The way I think..
My perceptions at situations and happenings around me, my response..
The priorities in life..
My spiritual standing..
How I view the world..
What's important and what's trivial..
My responsibilities..
Our purpose in this world..

Nothing radical mind you, but I can honestly say that, internally, I'm not the same person as 4 months ago..
Better or worse, only God knows, but hopefully the former..
Ihdinas siraathal mustaqim. Amin.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Selamat Hari Raya

I love my family :-)

Thursday, September 01, 2011

The Goodness of Matthew Goode!

After 5 years (since Matsujun of Arashi), I'm finally back in the crazed-fan girl mode.
Not to the degree of fanaticism as evident back in my early twenties (oh god), but I guess downloading every available movie acted in by the object of my affection does count for something right?

Hehe.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Devils Unleashed

This is the first time I've ever felt scared to leave the month of Ramadhan behind. 
Its only been less than 10 hours into Syawal. 
But I can already feel my mind being corrupted with bad thoughts.
And its takes much more effort to push them away. 
My fears are totally real. 

I have also realized that I'm really good at deceiving my own heart. 

Saturday, August 27, 2011

From Bolivia to Peru (Part 2)

My last night shift before I start my raya holidays. High time I finish what I started hehe.

So just to recap some of the characters I mentioned, there's the Dwarf Hat Guy and The Aviator from Germany... hmm I think that's it (that are central to this second part anyway). I doubt anybody is paying attention to my ramblings, I tend to assume nobody really reads everything that I write (but if you are, thank you!). Don't worry this one is gonna be a short one I think.

So we were still on Isla del Sol, and while waiting for the boat to bring us back to Copacabana, we hung out with the young germans fresh out of high school, traveling the world (or in this case South America because its cheaper than traveling in Europe) for a few months before embarking on their next phase in life, university. How I wish I did that before. But then again, I didn't have any money out of high school. And my traveling desires were still dormant.. or non-existent.. or still under-developed.. or whatever.

The boat finally came, we went on it. TH and CG sat at the lower deck, where they were shaded from the sun and protected from the cold wind, SB and I went to the upper deck. Turns out, Dwarf Hat Guy and The Aviator were sitting at the bow, so we joined them, sort of, with another guy from Brazil. 

At the top deck with Brazilian Guy, early twenties, not that his age matters, or does it?
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The Aviator and Dwarf Hat Guy at the bow, below us. We exchanged and shared biscuits. Aww...
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We talked about random stuff, where we've been to and what not. I couldn't help bringing up Michael Schumacher to the Germans, so we talked about F1 a little bit. The Germans love Schumi, and I love Schumi, and we were lamented about his underperforming comeback. A good few minutes later, the boat slowed down and finally stopped. We thought nothing, continued on chatting. After some time, it became slightly noisy on the boat and we got word that we had to change to another boat because the one we were on was out of fuel. Dutifully, we queued up to jump to the other boat, which was much much smaller than the one we were on, and it looked like there was not going to be enough space hahaha. I wasn't really worried thought. However, suddenly one of the ladies (a local) that already crossed to the other side was wailing and screaming at the same time, hands stretched out. Turned out her kid has still not crossed, I think she was worried they might be separated since the other boat was small and all, there might not be space for everyone. It was quite a commotion really, I haven't crossed yet myself, and I wondered whether I might be left behind as well, should the other boat become over with capacity. But like I said, I wasn't even the slightest bit worried of being left behind, yes I was that confident that everything will be alright, haha. No point being worried unless I absolutely have to worry, which at that point I didn't think there was anything to be worried about.

Waiting to jump over to the other boat
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So again, we went to sit at the upper deck. This time there were a group of Brazilians, friends of the one we befriended with earlier. The Germans also joined, so we were one big happy family of backpackers up there, bravely bracing the cold, acting superior when really we were trembling (or maybe it was just me). Finally we were on our way, on one of the slowest boat rides I've ever been on. No kidding. But it was good really because if it went any faster, we would be freezing from the cold wind.

The flag on the left represents the various indigenious people in Bolivia, on the right is the Bolivian flag.
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We chatted about a lot of things, mostly about traveling. Since we were going to Brazil for our final leg of the 3-week trip, I asked them to teach us some useful phrases in Brazilian. It was quite a funny session, the Brazilians started saying how the French are a softies and lembik, 'pussy' if you will, for lack of a better word. One of the word used for example to explain why this is so, is the difference between how the Brazilians and French say 'merde'. If you don't know already, merde means shit. Lets see if I can explain this. According to them, the French says the word as it is.. 'merde', but the Brazilians will say it with more power, more conviction, more macho.. 'MERDE!'. Hahahahaha. Hmm I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say here. It was funny, and incidentally I brought the book 'Merde Actually' by Stephen Clarke to read on the trip. I always bring a story book on all my travels. Whether I have time to read it or not, is a different matter altogether.

We were having fun and all, suddenly our guide came up to the top deck to discuss an issue that concerned everyone on the boat. They were all speaking in Spanish so SB and I didn't understand what was going on initially. As it turned out, the guide was asking us to pay another 10 soles per person for riding on this boat, eventhough we had already paid for the boat ride to and fro between Copacabana and Isla del Sol, because this boat was not the boat that we paid for. So they argued, its not our problem is it? Your boat was out of fuel, it was not our fault, we already paid for the rides, regardless of which boat we ride on, so why should we pay again? One of the Brazilians kind of took the lead and became The Negotiator (I just love giving these nicknames!)

The guide went down to talk to the boat driver, and came back a few minutes later and told us, the driver was threatening to stop the boat if we don't pay up. Hahahaha. It was ridiculous. After more discussion, The Negotiator, who became the de facto leader so to speak, disagreed and decided on behalf of all of us that we don't want to pay. Mind you 10 soles was a meagre amount but I guess it was about principles. The guide went down to convey the message to the driver, then he came again and said the driver was willing to receive payment from us only, not everyone on the boat. 'Us' being the ones sitting on the upper deck only. At this point I thought it was getting even more ridiculous. We asked the guide why single us out? The ones on the upper deck. What about the rest of the passengers on the boat? Not only it was ridiculous, it was grossly unfair! I was actually having fun at this point, because the whole situation was really funny, and we were making jokes about it all. Finally the guide came again, I'm not exactly sure what happened, as I said it was all in Spanish, but I guess The Negotiator managed to convince the guide and we ended up not having to pay up. Hehe. Muy Buena!

The guide telling us to pay up or else..  
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The Negotiator
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At one point on the boat, I had a conversation with The Aviator which went something like this...

Me: Do you know Jenson Button?
The Aviator: Yeah, I do. The British F1 driver.
Me: I think you look like him.
The Aviator: Really? I think he's kinda good looking, isn't he?
Me: Yeah he is!
The Aviator: (laughed). Well I think its the sunglasses (and took it off).
Me: (laughed) Yeah I agree..

After the whole Pay-Up-Or-Else saga, we are about 10 minutes from destination, the Brazilians sang a song. The Negotiator and SB did the Jack and Rose pose, as seen on Titanic.. arms out to the sides at the bow. He first asked me but I told SB to do it instead haha.

The Upper Deck Gang!
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So we finally reached the shores of Copacabana, said our farewells, took our bags from the storage and went to look for our bus to go to our next destination, Puno. The bus was leaving soon, but SB and I had to use the bathroom. We went to a public toilet. The toilet had no pumps or anything. You have to flush it down with buckets of water, exactly like the one at my arwah nenek's house in Kelantan. I remember having to use it when we were much younger, and I didn't like it. So anyway, that's not the reason I'm telling this. The crazy thing was, there were locals working in the toilet. Meaning to say, after someone uses the toilet, the lady workers would 'flush' down the toilet, using buckets of water, making 2-3 trips from the tempayan that was holding the water outside. Talk about manual labor! And then when they are satisfied that the toilet is clean for use again, they would provide a bucket of water for the person who wants to use the toilet. It was weird and amusing at the same time. The good thing was, the toilet was clean and there was no unpleasant smell. We were in a hurry but the whole process took quite a few minutes, with the queue and all. But we made it back on time to the bus and all is well.

Puno is in Peru, therefore we were crossing over from Bolivia to Peru on land. At the border, the immigration booth was just a small building, after getting our passports stamped, we had to walk across the border into Peru. The border was so lax, and there was no security personnel or army or police to be seen anywhere. I didn't even feel like I was crossing over to another country haha. Over in Peru, there was a simple immigration building as well, and again, one more stamp for the passport, and we boarded our bus that was already waiting for us, and continued our journey. I slept the whole way.  

Leaving Bolivia...
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Standing at the same spot, turn 180 degrees.. and we are now entering Peru.
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The international border, looking from Peru to Bolivia (where the arch is)
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Reached Puno around 9pm, drank free hot coca tea at the backpackers inn, and the next morning went to the airport in Juliaca, a 45-minute ride from Puno. Recently there was a riot in Juliaca and Puno. This particular airport in Juliaca was under siege and had to be closed, although I'm not sure why they rioted. The locals in Puno were opposing the opening of a new silver mine because it would bring about polution. Anyway, from Juliaca, we flew into Cusco.. and Machu Picchu awaits....

A preview of Cusco, the former capital of Peru. View from the airplane, a suburban area in the outskirts of the city.
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Hmm not the short entry that I expected to write haha. I am actually surprised that I could recall so much detail even after 7 months, and this is not even everything, because if I were to write all that I remember and experience, I'd have to write a travel book! Thanks for reading :)

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Writing Opportunity

Its gonna rain soon and sleep is imminent for me, but before that I'd like to write a short entry here.

A while back I answered an ad by AirAsia calling for bloggers/writers alike to submit applications (email je) for a chance to write for their travel blog.

Out of impulse, I sent them an email, saying I'm not a professional writer and have zero experience in professional writing for publications online and offline. Threw in a few countries I've been to (almost 20, but I omitted a few), gave a link to this blog and told them to click on the 'travels' label for related posts (I was sure of not getting it because my bahasa rojak writing and omg all those grammatical errors would spoil it for me).

Heard nothing from them for two months and I had totally forgotten about it, and then two days ago I received an email saying I was one of the chosen ones.. Hahahahhh I honestly couldn't believe it.

However the first assignment is about budget traveling in Malaysia.. which is something I've never done before. So close yet so far, how can this be?? Obviously I can't write about a non-existent experience, so I'll have to forgo this one. I don't know if they will give me another chance next time (I haven't replied their email), but for what its worth, I'm really thankful to AirAsia for actually giving this talentless creature a chance.. talk about having a leap of faith.. I have no idea what they saw in my unorganized story telling and mindless ramblings lol.

(I really should be writing part 2 don't I? Continuation of my last travel post. Oh well)

Time to hit the covers. 

Monday, August 15, 2011

Koran by Heart

I've been trying to watch this documentary on youtube (divided into 6 parts) for the past 2 weeks but it always fails to load. Today a friend posted another video link of the whole show in one piece and I finally get to watch it. I highly recommend it.

"Koran by Heart" on Vimeo

Mooz-lum in Michigan

Mooz-lum is a movie based on a true story about a muslim brother living in America, who went through some difficult period during his childhood, and was a freshman when the 9/11 attack happened (my batch, lol!)

When I first saw the trailer this morning, I thought.. "hmm the university campus looks familiar" (it reminded me of Umich), and then as an afterthought.. "well i guess there are bound to be universities that look similar i suppose" Then i proceeded to download the movie.

So I just finished watching it a few minutes ago. In the first scene at the college campus, again I thought it looked too familiar.. I was positive that the building looked like Media Union (or Duderstadt in North Campus), and the archway looked like the one in Central Campus, when you walk from the Diag towards the buildings where you have Econ classes (seriously I dont remember the street name).. after a quick wiki search.. whaddaya know (if you haven't guessed it already by now), the movie was shot at Umich and Eastern Michigan U! there were scenes in front of Angell Hall, the clock tower on Central Campus, in the Michigan Union.. the area in front of the building that held Astronomy classes, sometimes Physics.. (I seriously dont remember anymore)..

Cool right! Finally I get to watch a movie shot at my alma mater..

The movie itself was okay, I don't think its anything to rave about, but its not bad at all really.

When the 9/11 attack happened, the muslim brother, his roomate, his sister etc were assaulted and beaten by a bunch of white Americans. Since the movie is based on a true story, it made me think back to how I had it quite easy back then, I had only arrived 3 weeks earlier when it happened. The community in Ann Arbor, by and large, were very nice and supportive and I (fortunately) have no story of religious racism or bad experience to tell post 9/11. It was a safe place to be at, at least for me it was.

And now I'm Umich sick.. and Chinagate Crab Cheese.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Weekend Update

Bossypants is a hilarious, one of a kind autobiography by none other than one of my favorite SNL writers/cast, Tina Fey. When the book was launched earlier this year, it received a mixed review, i think. Its an unconventional kind of autobiography. According to the reviews, Tina Fey was not really open and honest in what is supposed to be an autobiography, because she writes her stories (that is significant to telling her life story) with that sarcastic humor of hers, indicating some sort of barrier between her real self and her readers/fans/critics etc, like she was still in character, trying hard to be a comedian when she doesn't have to be. However, I thought the book was brilliant. Maybe that's how she is in real life, that prevailing sense of humor. I literally LOLed all the way and enjoyed it immensely. So her autobiography is different from the usual kind, but so what? Its a good different. It was a quick easy fast read, to take a break from the serious books that I've been reading lately.

I Miss SNL.

I Love 30 Rock.

Amy Poehler and Tina Fey are truly best friends.

I'm on night shift and i'm super sleepy. Also a little tired from my activity earlier in the day. Carried a whole lotta stuff up the stairs to a second story office shop lot.  But it was actually a good exercise come to think of it.. I've been idle since puasa started, and my body has started to feel a little rusty and sore from being sedentary for almost a month. Now my muscles feel loose again. I really need to get in some laps in the pool. Its been a while.

Thanks for dropping by. Good night!

Monday, August 08, 2011

Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid

I'm such a bookworm for the past 2 weeks. 

I just finished this part memoir, part history and part roadmap book by Jimmy Carter (the 39th President of USA). Its a good start for anyone who wants to equip themselves with a brief history of the Israel-Palestine conflict. Jimmy Carter presented it in the most neutral way imaginable, providing facts, describing personal accounts in his capacity as a prominent American politician for the past 40 years. I personally think he's too nice with his words, although I give him credit for the minimal sugar-coating of the issue, knowing how the US and Israel are "best friends". 

The atrocities of Israel's actions towards the Palestinians in the occupied territories cannot be denied. Stories can be found on many independent media, can't rely on mainstream media. Its incredible that there are hundreds, if not thousands of NGOs and groups and also governments in this world that explicitly condemns the Zionists. But its also as unbelievable that with US support primarily through billions of dollars in military aid, and using its veto power in the UN to block any resolutions that directly impedes Israel's activities, they can do whatever the hell they want. If it were other states the ones to break international laws or not comply with the UN's Security Council resolutions, they would've been slapped with the consequences and subjected to trials already. I admit I don't know much about the conflict to say much about it, I still have much to learn, especially the history of how and why it happened, which is important in understanding the conflict more deeply and thoroughly. However I think its never too late to open our eyes to the realities and horrors of the occupation that is happening right now and do whatever we can to help, even if its only in the form of doa and prayers. Two important things to note is that 1) Its imperative to distinguish between the Jews and the Zionists, and 2) its not just Palestinian Muslims that are suffering, but also Palestinian Christians. This occupation and conflict is not a religious agenda, but a moral, human rights issue.

I would like to quote two parts from the book. 

First is a quote by Dr. Hanan Ashrawi (a Palestinian Christian), primarily known as the chief spokesperson for the Palestinians. She said:

"So far, they [Israel] have succeeded in holding the peace process hostage to this mentality on the one hand. And on the other hand they have provoked tremendous violence by acts of incitement like shelling, bombing, house demolition, uprooting trees, destroying crops, assassinating political leaders, placing all Palestinians under closure in a state of total immobility-a prison. And then they wonder why some Palestinians are acting violently! And then they want to have the right to exercise violence against the captive population. Then they like to make non-violence on the part of the Palestinians a precondition for the Palestinians to qualify for talks, let alone for statehood".

Secondly, Jimmy Carter said:

"Today the growth of Islamic extremism and the unprecedented hostility toward America in the Islamic world is directly related to the continuing bloodshed between Israelis and Palestinians. To think otherwise is foolish and dangerous".

Saturday, August 06, 2011

Happiness is the Love for Allah

Ma'na Kebahagiaan dan Pengalamannya Dalam Islam by Syed Muhammad Naquib Al-Attas.
(translated by Dr Muhammad Zainiy Uthman)

A superb book to read, totally different from any kind of book I've ever read before.
Although it was quite a challenge for me who has not read a book written in Malay for almost 20 years at least 15 years now (excluding text books in high school).
Less than a 100 pages and it took me 4 days to finish.
I have to read it again, to gain a better understanding on the subject matter, and will also try to get hold of the English version (original).

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

For Every Woman

Half The Sky, an empowering book written by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn, should be read by every educated girl/woman in this world.
When you are done, ask the men in your life to read it too.
It all starts with knowledge and awareness, the rest is up to you.
And what you do with the information, immediately or later in life, is your choice.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Liberty and Democracy

Music: That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore by The Smiths

Disclaimer: The fact that I'm posting this article --in no way it infers my political affiliation in this country, which of course, is only known to me. I just personally think this is a very enlightening piece.

PAS on the Path to Power

Monday, July 25, 2011

Pics for Part 1

Music: Aqueous Transmissions by Incubus

Slums of El Alto
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Bus on raft
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Llamas.. too cute!
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Waiting for the bus to arrive
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Copacabana
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Popcorn lemau yang tawar tapi sedap
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Boat bocor!
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Lake Titicaca
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Climbing the stairs at Isla del Sol
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Dwarf Hat guy.. seriously cool topi nih (tour guide was speaking kat tepi but I wasn't listening)
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Villagers living on the island
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Terraced farms
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I dont know what plant is this, but its so wangi and harum.. the guide gave it to us
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Cobbled streets, more climbing... 
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Group pic! 
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Sunday, July 24, 2011

From Bolivia to Peru (Part 1)


SB: Shopper Backpacker
CG: Candy Girl
TH: The Historian

After 2 days and 2 nights of adventure in Bolivia, it was time to say goodbye, but another exciting leg of the trip awaited us in Peru. At the start of the trip, SB asked all of us, which part of the trip that each of us was most looking forward to (it was a 3-week trip, we talked about lots of stuff). I knew SB was most excited about Machu Picchu, so was CG, TH was excited about Death Road.. as for me, I was in the middle between Machu Picchu and Death Road. Its like, how can you choose between one of the Wonders of The World and mountain biking down The World's Most Dangerous Road??? how can..... but I was slightly leaning towards the latter somehow.

We took an early morning bus from La Paz to Copacabana, the main Bolivian town located on the shores of Lake Titicaca. I would say its has become a backpackers town of sort, because well, they were everywhere! including us of course. On the way, we passed by El Alto, a slum area just on the outskirts of La Paz. Lake Titicaca is the largest lake in South America, its also the highest navigable lake in the world, at 3800m (12500ft) above sea level (Mt Kinabalu peak is 4095m, for comparison). Before we were able to reach Copa town, we had to cross a narrow part of the lake on a small boat. I've read about and seen pictures of busses having to cross the lake on a huge raft, but to see it with my own eyes was really something else! The huge raft was able to fit a small van too. It was a good thing that we weren't allowed to stay on the bus when it was crossing the lake, I wouldn't have wanted to anyway! It looked scary.. also kinda funny haha. It was also good to get to walk around after a 5-hour bus ride or so. So we waited for the bus at the other side of the lake, there were a few busses in queue to use the several rafts that was available.

After 30 minutes or so on the road that runs along the lake (awesome view btw), we finally reached Copa, and the town was bustling.. there was a marching band performance in the main square (I dont know what was the occasion), backpackers were walking up and down the small streets that sold food and souvenirs, and the locals were busy attending to backpackers looking for boat rides to the islands. One of the European travelers (I forgot which country) I talked to on the bus gave me a banana. Lucky! There were 2 choices, to visit the islands and then take an evening bus to Puno, or go there straight away. Since it was still only noon and we had nothing planned anyway, we opted to hang around. So we bought tickets for the bus and boat ride to Isla del Sol (one of the islands on Lake Titicaca) and left our heavy backpacks with the tour operators.

Famished, we bought some food and something that looked like popcorn, but much bigger than what we are used to. It was cheap and it looked delicious, but maybe because we were just super hungry so everything looks delicious. As it turned out, the 'popcorn' was lemau and tasteless. Bland. But then again, I got used to it and somehow the taste seemed to get better and better, lo and behold, I finished it off haha. So to my dear brain, thank you for the mind tricks.

When the time came, we climbed onto our boat at the dock. There were so many people, we managed to get seats and somehow got to talking to this French lady who came alone from Puno for a day trip to check out Isla del Sol. At first she was friendly and gave us some infos and stuff. It was time to go but the boat wasn't moving. There was a commotion, people were talking loudly around us, in spanish of course, we had no idea what was going on, of course. The Friendly French lady told us that we had to change to another boat, I cant recall exactly what was wrong about the boat we were on. I think because it was too small to fit all the people that was supposed to get on it. So we dutifully moved to the adjacent boat that was bigger, by the time it was filled to capacity and started moving, we were already 30 minutes behind schedule.

The Friendly French lady sat behind us, and it seemed like she made some new friends with some other lady travelers. They were like long lost friends and anyone would've thought they have known each other for eternity. Of course I didnt mind this, I kinda get it that traveling alone is, well, lonely, and one would want to have conversations with just about anybody to feel normal. But they were giggly and loud and boisterous to the point of irritating, if you get what I mean. Anyway, that aside, suddenly the tour guide started making an announcement to everyone on the boat, in spanish, of course!! and then, he proceeded to collect money and the passengers started paying up. What the hell was going on la? We definitely weren't gonna pay without knowing what we were paying for, the guide came to us and spoke English (laaa.. tau cakap english rupanya! bukan nak bagitau awal2, penat2 je confuse). But even so, it was still confusing! We were the only ones who didnt understand spanish, how novel. We had no choice but to ask Friendly French (even she knows some amount of spanish) to explain to us what the hell was going on. Finally we understood, after 10 minutes of talking back and forth with the guide and Friendly French, and paid up. Basically there were 2 ways of going around the island, each of which had different pick up dock locations, and different rates. We also had to pay the locals upon arrival on the island.

After all that commotion, we were enjoying the ride and all, although it was rather cold, the guide and some other workers starting shouting at each other from the front to the back, then they opened a slab of the wooden floor board of the boat, and whaddaya know... there was water!!!! and quite alot. They got hold of a bucket and started scooping the water and throwing it out to the lake. By then all I could do was take a picture and laugh. We were at the risk of getting sinked on an overloaded boat yang bocor into a freezing lake with no life jackets.

Oh well.

At least there was Friendly French Lacy to keep us company, hehe.

Isla del Sol warmly greeted us with a huge signboard that beared its name and a map of the island, and a flight of stairs of at least 200 steps, hmm... wonderful. Remember that we were at 3800m ASL, and even after 3 days, our bodies were still acclimatizing to the high altitude. So the climb was... not that easy. We had to take short rests in between to catch our breath. But it wasn't that bad really. I did ok actually.

There are many islands on Lake Titicaca, the nearest one being Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun). The main economy of the villagers living on the island is farming, next being fishing and tourism. At the top of the stairs, the guide explained, in spanish, then later in english for our benefits, the history of the Incas and about the religious ruins on the island. I listened for a while but tuned out later on. I was also checking out this guy's hat. It looked like the hats the Dwarfs wore in Snow White, except that this guy is reaaaalllly tall. He looked European, and was with another friend. It was a cool hat, really. 

Needless to say, the views on the island was breathtaking. The surrounding Lake Titicaca waters was of the deepest blue hue, the skies were clear and the sun shone brightly, giving some heat to the chill weather and cool wind that was blowing. The hilly terrain was terraced with farms, lush and green. The dirt and cobbled stone pathways were narrow and novel, with small houses built along it and locals selling scarves and souvenirs. To top it all up, not so far away was an island with snow-capped mountain peaks.

We turned out to be the last ones in the trail of people walking and following the guide, who was talking and explaining still. He spoke spanish of course, we didnt bother to get close to him to hear him speak in english, and in the end he didnt have to because we weren't even there to listen. At one point we were left so far behind that we almost got lost.

Basically, we walked from one end of the island to the other, sort of. We managed to catch up with the group when nearing the end of the trail. By the time we were all gathered at an area to wait for the boat, The Dwarf Hat guy and his friend, I'm gonna call him The Aviator because he was wearing an aviator sunglasses, were chatting us up. Friendly French and Long Lost Friend were already long forgotten. So they were Germans, just fresh out of high school, and was traveling for 3 months before starting university. Ah... a typical story when it comes to Europeans and British. Its like a trend, or a way of life, or what was expected, Its the norm, and I think its damn awesome.

(to be continued...)

p/s: I'm on night shift, and I'm too sleepy to keep on writing.. this post is turning out to be longer than I expected.. crazy.. also no pics for now, they're all in the pc at home, will upload in a later post.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Motorcycle Diaries

Music: Zambita by Gustavo Santaolalla

The movie was almost exactly how I imagined it would be, mainly because it stayed true to the book, and probably incorporated a few other happenings of Che Guevara's travel that was not written in this book, but other books instead (Che wrote many books).

I was most awed by the spectacular views of Latin America throughout the movie. It could very well be an unofficial travel promotion for South America. The mountains, snow-capped Andes, the narrow cobbled streets of Cuzco, a relatively empty Machu Picchu (susah ok, everyday thousands of people visit the ancient ruins, they must've closed it during shooting), the rural villages etc.. the cinematography was amazing. In fact, I read somewhere that tour companies in the continent have come up with Che Guevara themed tours, giving tourists a chance to trace his travels. Ada2 je la diorang ni nak buat duit punya pasal. Reminds me of  the Da Vinci Code themed tours in Paris that we've all heard about as well.

Many a time in the movie, situations and consequences were implied. Some I might not even understand if I did not read the book first. I love it that the movie did not include any obvious indications of the person he became or the things he did. In that way, the movie stayed fresh, telling its own story, fresh, without the influences and knowledge of future Che. The final close up shot of a real life Alberto Granado's face and eyes (his travel partner), already old and in his 80s.. summed up the movie perfectly. It gives the movie credibility and authenticity.

And of course, I have to say something about the soundtrack, because it is too good!! It gave me the same feeling when I was one crazy about Into The Wild's soundtrack, all songs written and sung by Eddie Vedder with his slurry lazy yet sexy voice. The music in Motorcycle Diaries were written by Gustavo Santaolalla, an Argentine musician who also won the Oscar twice for his original score in Brokeback Mountain and Babel (wiki info). Listening to the album standalone (I'm listening to it now for almost the 10th time since yesterday), I can only marvel at the way Gustavo managed to capture and express the feelings felt throughout the movie.. the melancholy of leaving a familiar place, the excitement of not knowing what lies ahead, the loneliness of talking to strangers, the despair of travel difficulties, the hopes and dreams that occupies the mind, the frustration of seeing poverty and discrimination all around and unable to do anything about it, the joys of making new friends, the sadness of parting with kind helpers.. music can affect first in weird ways really, this guy is good! Can't praise the album enough.

I'm now downloading Che Part 1 and 2, acted by Benicio del Toro, about the Cuban Revolution and Guerilla War in Bolivia, respectively. 3 hours to finish, can't wait to watch it.

Ernesto Guevara de la Serna. I think all his images smoking cigars are HOT! hahahahhh
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Gael Garcia Bernal, the Mexican actor who played Che in the movie. Apparently he was in Babel, but I don't remember him.
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Road Trippin'

Music: Aqui Te Traigo Una Rosa by Victor Jara

Yesterday I was in PD to attend a 1-day workshop, and in the morning I drove 79km (on the highway) for 50 minutes, paid toll RM8.30 in total.

On the way back, I decided to take the old kampung road instead. At first I was just planning to drive until Seremban and then continue on the highway. Upon reaching Seremban, I decided lets go a little further before I proceed on the highway, just to check out the city that was my home for 5 years (eventhough I rarely go to town back then but oh well). As it turned out, I decided to 'go a little further' everytime after I reach a small town. There were many opportunities to rejoin the highway, many exits towards the PLUS and LEKAS Highway.

So in the end, I drove all the way from PD to Bangi on the old road, passing through Lukut, Seremban, Mantin, Nilai, Beranang, Semenyih, Dengkil. It took me 2 hours and no toll. But the relaxing drive and surrounding view through the 'countryside' was what I was looking for. I thought about why this is so throughout the journey. I came to the conclusion that I must be unconsciously still missing the atmosphere in Siem Reap, I just got back last weekend for a 4 day trip. The laid back town life, the drives through the paddy fields and rural villages.

Its really not characteristic of me to want to drive on old kampung roads which will extend the duration of a journey, usually I'd want to reach a place ASAP (when in Malaysia). Its just that I surprise myself a little, sometimes, with my decisions.

I just finished reading The Motorcycle Diaries, written by Ernesto Guevara in Spanish, translated into English of course.  Che Guevara, as he is better known world wide, recounts his stories and adventures traveling throughout Latin America with his good friend, Alberto Granado. One can see his formative years, his way of thinking and can imagine how he finally became a fighter for revolution. Seeing things and meeting people outside what you are used to, in other worlds, traveling, really does change how you view the world. But it also depends on what you decide to see, believe and accept. Che's travels definitely stirred some strong feelings that in some ways or other, in part, eventually lead him to become the person that he was.

So anyway, it was surreal to read the parts where he wrote about his visits to the places that I had myself visited earlier this year. Standing at probably the same spot, basking in the same view, experiencing almost the same thing... Obviously I did not go to the small towns that he went to, the overlapping places were Cuzco, Ollantaytambo, Macchu and Huayna Picchu, Lima, Santiago..

Guevara and Alberto travelled on their bike monikered as La Poderosa II - The Mighty One, which broke down beyond repair by the time they entered Chile, and then continued hitch hiking on trucks. Reading the descriptions during these part of his journey, I felt like something was missing. There is a way to make this experience (reading) more complete. Thinking hard, I figured it out finally, Victor Jara!! He's a singer from Chile assassinated by Augusto Pinochet and sang about revolutions etc and was famous back then especially amongst the miners. The taxi driver who drove us to Colorado, a small skiing town on Andes nearby Santiago, was listening to Victor Jara and somehow I started to enjoy the tune, mainly because of the acoustic guitar in most of his songs, or maybe because the surrounding and feeling at the time, its undescribable really (masa tu still can't believe I was there). Long story short, taxi driver told us all about Victor Jara and seeing me and TH enjoying the music so much, he gave us his cd before we parted.

So anyway, I continued reading Motorcycle Diaries until finish with Victor Jara playing on my iTunes. Baru lah in-the-zone and feel sikit bila baca. Hahahaha. I'm still listening to the album now, a collection of his hits.

I'm gonna watch Motorcycle Diaries the movie now, downloaded it last night.