Sunday, May 13, 2012

Explorations through South East Asia: Cambodia

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About a month and a half ago I had the opportunity to take some time off work and explore a few countries in South East Asia on my own accord. I already posted about my first stop, Thailand, and that entry is here. Today, I wanted to share about my second stop (which, unfortunately only lasted a few days), Cambodia. I arrived in its capital, Phnom Penh, and was immediately amazed by how congested the traffic was and that everyone quickly wove between each other on mopeds and motorcycles. If Thailand's traffic was the playoffs, then Cambodia was traffic olympics. As scary and tightly packed as it was, it was fun - kind of like being on a rollercoaster, but instead of seeing the clouds as you go through a loop, you'd peer at hundreds of eyes as they'd ride on past you. Phnom Penh itself seemed very poor, but the hostel I stayed at, though something like $5 a night, looked like a fancy nightclub. The bottom floor was a big restaurant and bar with white tablecloths and gleaming, colorful lights. It felt very strange that just outside our door were kids carrying baskets of bracelets and used books, trying to make a few dollars for school. I settled down to eat a late dinner there, and in fact, a group of kids came in to sell me things I didn't want. I gave them a couple dollars without taking any of their goods, wondering where my money would ever end up. I didn't really care, I thought. It was kind of nice just to talk to them, and once I'd given them some cash, our conversation was able to turn from, "pleeeeaseee buy this bracelet" to exchanging words about our lives. Though, soon it became, "Is that Angry Birds! Can I play?" to which my iPhone was quickly seized. I wondered where they'd heard of Angry Birds. And also why in the world it has gained such worldwide attention.

After that night I took a shuttle to Siem Reap, where Angkor Wat exists. I spent two full days patrolling Angkor Wat and the heaps of equally amazing temples that reside around it. Ta Prohm was probably my favorite, with huge trees growing out of old stone walls, seamlessly intertwining to hold together the ancient temple. A combination of man-made materials and nature becoming one - something like our own lives, I thought.

Instead of trying to recall more thoughts, I want to share a little of what I wrote down during that four-hour shuttle ride from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap. Thoughts in the moment are much better than those I can try to conjure up almost two months later.
"I'm sitting in a van right now on my way to Siem Reap, Cambodia. I've been in here for about three hours, so there're 1.5 more to go. We stopped for food and all 14 Cambodian passengers and the driver piled out. I'm not that hungry and didn't want to risk getting left behind so I decided to wait in the van. The driver seemed amused and weirded out by this. I guess everyone usually gets out.
The drive through the countryside of Cambodia has been unbelievable. There are an innumerable amount of things to see along the way: cows, whose white skin contrasts beautifully against the lush layers of green fields, rows of wooden huts on stilts with families of people cooking food out front, elementary school children in tiny uniforms playing or walking home, naked babies hanging off their parents' bodies, tons of stray dogs (though usually only one at a time, like a solitary guard for their plot of land), clay-red roads of dirt, chickens hobbling around, and spectacular lake views, surrounded by masses of green and green and green. Occasionally my head will jerk back to the front as we squeeze by a truck or gang of motorcycles, just barely.

Lunch time just finished and everyone piled back into our van. One of the men held out a bag of mango he purchased and offered me some. It's amazing that you can suddenly feel hungry when someone is offering you their food; maybe we're not hungry for their lunch, but for whatever else they can give us. But sometimes, mango is all we get, and that's ok too."

Cambodia was a beautiful place. See you next Sunday.
-M

p.s. I recently finished another Haruki Murakami book called, Dance Dance Dance. It was very different from Norwegian Wood, but I enjoyed it as well. One of my favorite things to do after finishing a book is to go back and read all the parts I highlighted. I included some of my favorite highlights from both of these books in the post below. Enjoy!

Cameras: Nikon FM2, Nikon FM10
Film: Portra 160


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"You are a good person, though. I can tell that much from looking at you. I can tell these things after seven years of watching people come and go here: there are people who can open their hearts and people who can't. You're one of the ones who can. Or, more precisely, you can if you want to."
"What happens when people open their hearts?"
Reiko clasped her hands together on the table, cigarette dangling from her lips. She was enjoying this. "They get better," she said.
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"I have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and I'm much better at bringing out the best in others than in myself. That's just the kind of person I am. I'm the scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox. But that's fine with me. I don't mind at all. Better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class match."
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Face on the top right.
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"Silence. Just like with her. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror."
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"Now the phone company. All those lines coming together. Lines stretching all the way from this very room. Connecting me, in principle, to anyone and everyone. I could even call Anchorage if I wanted. Or the Dolphin Hotel, for that matter, or my ex-wife. Countless possibilities. And all tied together through the phone company switchboard. Computer-processed these days of course. Converted into strings of digits, then transmitted via telephone wires to underground cable or undersea tunnel or communications satellite, ultimately finding its way to us. A gigantic computer-controlled network.
But no matter how advanced the system, no matter how precise, unless we have the will to communicate, there's no connection."
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I love trees.
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“People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely. It's too easy not to make the effort, then weep and wring your hands after the person dies. Personally, I don't buy it.”
Yuki leaned against the car door. “But that's real hard, isn't it?” she said. “Real hard,” I said. “But it's worth trying for.”
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Doing restoration on part of a temple. It kind of took away the ancient feel haha.
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When I was little, I had this science book. There was a section on “What would happen to the world if there was no friction?” Answer: “Everything on earth would fly into space from the centrifugal force of revolution.” That was my mood.
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Monday, May 7, 2012

Blinded By the White: Winter in Japan

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I was going to post about Cambodia this week, but as I looked around today, I noticed that the once white fields were turning their varying shades of yellow and green, while the last of the cherry blossoms scattered to the floor. In short, I noticed that Winter was really over. After nearly four months of watching mounds of snow build up outside my door, being pelted in the face by little things that looked all too like the snowflakes I used to make out of paper in elementary school, and sitting in front of my kerosene heater for a few minutes as part of my morning ritual - it was over. Coming from California, the only Winter I'd ever really experienced was slight winds and light sweatshirts. Snow was certainly unheard of except during those rare trips to somewhere more "exotic" than my SoCal headquarters. When I arrived in my prefecture/state in Japan, I was told that we have some of the most snow...in the world. I'm not sure how accurate that is, but most of the people I knew who came from snowy places agreed that this was a bit unreal. For me, it just felt like the winter wonderland I'd never had back home - since I didn't know what to expect, it felt normal to me (and I loved it). Anyways, instead of posting about Cambodia today, I thought it'd be better to share some of my winter pictures, since they'll soon be replaced by the coming of spring.

I also just finished my first Haruki Murakami book, Norwegian Wood. I didn't know what it was about before starting it, but I'd really recommend it. It's a love story in the way 500 Days of Summer is a love story - sad and twisted, but honest. I think its central focus is more on the relationships we have with people, not necessarily in a romantic way, but moreso the way that we interact and understand (or don't) the people around us. It also examines death, tragedy, and a certain philosophical level of emotions. I included some of my favorite quotes from this book on a few of the photographs and in the body of this post as well.

Lastly, I made a playlist of the fifteen songs I listened to most during winter. Just as certain songs can bring us back to specific moments, people, or places, these songs will probably always bring me back to winter in Akita.
Download: http://www.mediafire.com/?inzd14inthii4

Hope you enjoy. Stay warm and I'll talk to you next Sunday.
-M

Cameras: Nikon FM2, Nikon FM10
Film: Fujifilm Superia, Ilford Delta 3200, 

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This lake, Tazawa, is one of the deepest in Japan and never freezes over in the Winter. There's a legend that a dragon lives below it and is constantly getting down with the woman in that statue. The heat they create keeps the lake warm. 
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My city, Yokote, has an annual igloo festival. There are large igloos built around the city, with kids serving rice drinks and mochi inside, as well as tinier igloos built by students at elementary schools.
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I stared back at her, but her eyes told me nothing. Strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond, but however long I peered into their depths, there was nothing I could see. Our faces were no more than ten inches apart, but she was light-years away from me.” 
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An incredibly snowy day where the horizon was hardly visible. It was like living in a giant marshmallow. If you try hard enough, you can see a little house in the distance.
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“Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.” 
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One of the junior high schools I teach at.
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Construction signs are ridiculously cute in Japan. Besides elephants, there are also penguins, turtles, cats, and other small animals politely reminding you where you can't drive.
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In this festival, all participants (mostly men) wield 25-30 foot bamboo sticks and then...beat the crap out of each other with them while the large crowd watches. There are three rounds to this beating - in the last round, two huge mounds of garbage (taller and wider than the length of a human) are lit on fire and the participants have to battle around these pits of fire. It looks so unsafe that it didn't quite feel real...but it was pretty cool. 
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One of my best friends came to visit for a day at the end of our trip down South. He's an Instagram extraordinaire. 
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I found this dog in the snow around midnight a couple months ago. I took her back to my apartment to sleep and tried to find her owner the next day. Eventually, her owner was found, but admitted that he dumped the dog because he didn't want her anymore. After some difficulties, we found her a no-kill sanctuary to stay at, hoping someone would adopt her. I got an e-mail yesterday saying she was adopted. They named her Momo. 
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In this festival, you pay a few dollars and are given a wicker/wooden basket...thing...tied to a rope. Then they light it on fire and you get to swing it around your head until it burns out. Yes. Really. Japan is full of ridiculous and awesome festivals. 
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And then, as usual, they lit some big thing in the middle on fire. 
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This was from a Tug of War festival. Basically, there was an extremely long rope and people who lived in the Northern part of my prefecture were on one side, while the Southern people (me) were on the other side. I'm pretty sure we pulled that sucker about a football field's length. It took 20-30 minutes. In the end, the winners got to cut off a piece of the rope and keep it.


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“But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”

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