The Beautiful Sunset At Matabungkay in the Philippines
Since I’ve been in Cambodia it’s taken a while to adjust to the differences between the Philippines and here. What I miss is the spirited singing and children laughing and the chickens in the morning. I’d go to sleep to karaoke singing and wake up to the music of the roosters.
Here life goes on peacefully from what I’ve seen. And the people in Cambodia seemed very relaxed, helpful, and friendly. I do wish we had a visa that lasted more than a month because of the pleasant life style here.
View From Our Guesthouse
I am in the middle of the city staying at a hostel with a restaurant below it. Many Westerners frequent the eight blocks here in the center because of all the sidewalk cafés. Mine is called Curry Bay. We have a private room which is very quiet. And when we want to be with people we come downstairs, finding many with whom we’ve already made friends.
Independence Monument in Phnom Penh
A Mexican Restaurant Near the River I Phnom Penh
I love it when many cultures come together. That is the case here. Last night I had dinner with people from Nepal, California, Cambodia, Australia, and Morocco. Next month we may visit the south in a city where I have heard there are a lot of French people. First I’m enjoying watching people and seeing how they react to each other and us. People seem unable to take their eyes off my husband. He appears to them like a rockstar. I believe that it’s because they think that he looks like Jimmy Hendrix.
I’m enjoying see Americans again.
I’m sitting here at breakfast writing while my husband hunts for a job. From what I have heard, they hire real estate agents without a license. These agents then sell apartments and other things. They have English teaching jobs here as well. Native speakers often do not need paperwork saying that they are a teacher. They pay $300 a month though. When you have the proper credentials you can make $2000.
It’s time to rest from our travels for a while. Cambodia might just be the place! It’s close to both Vietnam and Laos where we can renew our visas easily.
It feels a bit like Amsterdam here with pizza places and coffee shops selling marijuana. It isn’t legal though people do smoke openly along the river in the chairs of outside restaurants.
Tuk tuks park outside each cafe waiting for customers to take places. They sleep until someone wants a ride.
Monks walk by or ride scooters (motorbikes). People dress comfortably for the heat and high humidity.
We will go to Laos next in order to feel the coolness of the forests and waterfalls there. Then we may return again to this Kingdom of Wonder.
Travelers gather in common areas to exchange information and ideas
Most guesthouses here have a restaurant out front
My husband job hunting in Phnom Penh
I have now spent the last year traveling. More than ever I advise moving around slowly so that your mind and body can catch up to themselves and so that you can save money. This last month taught me this more than ever. However, this isn’t always possible. The reason being that many times a visa is set to only thirty days. Also, sometimes cheap tickets present themselves only once a month. We feel that we must take advantage of that.
January 25th we left Senggigi Lombok for Hong Kong. First we landed in Denpasar Bali, Indonesia. Next we arrived in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia. Then two hour later we got to our destination. The hotel was an hour away by bus in a very old place called The Chungking Mansion. The building was like a block of indoor shops with mainly Indian food, electronics and luggage. The upstairs, 13 floors, consisted of little hotels with tiny rooms, barely enough room for a bed. After spending two nights there we left on a ferry to Macau. It took about an hour. We enjoyed the magnificent view of the Hongkong skyline.
Macau surprised me with its immaculate roads and 50 plus casinos mostly larger than Las Vegas. We spent six nights there enjoying the free shuttles which went from casino to casino. We also loved the good food, especially the pizza at Tratorria’s in The Studio City Casino. Then we decided to go to Lamma Island by a very cheap ferry. The Island had no motorized vehicles at all. We met westerners who had lived on the island for years, many with children, in search of a peaceful life, very low crime and no guns.
The next day we went back to Hongkong, a very expensive city, enjoyed great Indian food, then took off for the Philippines to save money. The price of a cheap meal in Hongkong being $US11, we now enjoy a wonderful Philippine meal for $US2.
We decided to tent by the ocean again. This time we listen to karaoke singing as we fall asleep. I don’t miss the noise of Hongkong. I’m really happy to meet such warm-hearted people here, more like the people of Swisshome, Oregon.
It’s been an exciting year with many changes and personal growth. I’m hoping that all of my friends and family in the States are doing well. Peace and Love to You.
Below enjoy pictures of Matabungkay Bataras.
Then I have samplings from Hongkong and Macau, including pictures inside Wynn Palace in Macau. Amazing design. Check out the life size poster for Gucci handbags. It stood beside a Gucci shop within Steve Wynn’s Palace.
The pictures about represent a fraction of life in the Philippines at a place called Matabungkay.
The following pictures show some of Hongkong.
The Hongkong SkylineThe following pictures show some parts of Macau. Wynn’s Palace Casino in Macau Macau. The Galaxy Casino in MacauA Macau Subway Station. But why take the subway with all of the free comfortable shuttle buses running from casino to casino!The two pictures above and the two. Elow show Hongkong.
This month we busily prepare for more travel. We have spent five months adjusting to life together in the “normal” place. it feels like were in America until we walked outside into the intense humidity. We cook and clean together. We have come closer opening up about all sorts of things in order to understand each other better. I’m learning more about the life my husband left behind in Morocco as he learns more about me and my background. We have a deep and compassionate understanding about our differences. I’m continually surprised about our similarities! Some of the dynamics in our family seem remarkably the same. As we become closer, our relationship to each other strengthens as we share our prayers and hopes and dreams. The differences between us make life more interesting; the similarities and differences bring us closer. We feel strongly that God keeps us together. We firmly believe that God brought us together and wants us to stay together. Sometimes we fight, usually a misunderstanding due to English not being my husband’s native language, but so
strongly want to understand each other that we make sure that we do.
We will spend Christmas and New Year’s in Malaysia. Then we will fly to Lompoc Island in Bali
Indonesia. Then we will go to Hong Kong. We will live a ferry ride away from an island with no cars called Lamma Island. That way we will have less pollution and more peace.
As we plan each leg of our trip we research each of our different visas seeing how much time we have before renewing them, then if we get a free visa or have to go through a consulate and different hoops in order to get one. Then we research how much the flights are and where they land in case we have to get another visa or a transit visa in order to get to the place we want to go. Then we have to find out if that place requires onward tickets. This all takes a lot of planning and budgeting which has made us real partners with everything that this involves.
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Lumut Perack Malaysia
Traveling slowly I enjoy life so much more. I feel as if I am catching up to myself. I feel less culture shock as well. In Morocco I began to feel at home, especially in more cosmopolitan Tangier. Next I went to Turkey. The modern aspect of the newest parts of the city stunned me. I barely missed two terrorist attacks the day before I arrived and a week after I left. They happened exactly places where I had been. Then I went to Jakarta by way of Saudi Arabia. I had felt afraid to go there. I had to stay in a large crowded room with others transiting Saudi. Women went through a private room where many had to remove their scarves. Many were frisked. The women smiled at me fleetingly, not in a rude way, but more like a “We’re in this together” way. The stop was to be four hours which turned into six. People charged their phones when places opened up at the one charging station. People showed nervousness. Finally our plane came and we all felt as though we had arrived. Beautiful gracious men and women served us. On our fifteen hour flight we had really tasty western food. Everytime I even thought of food we received another meal. We had three meals and a picnic lunch to go. I’m not kidding. Saudi Airlines is the way to go. The flight attendants kept us in luxury even though this was an economy flight, even giving us socks, a sleep mask in satin, and a toothbrush with paste. Of course we had movies as well, new great movies. I honestly have never been on a flight where I didn’t want to get off. But we did. My husband and I proceeded on to Jakarta for a week, then on to our destination, Kuta Beach, Bali outside of Denpasar. This place, having been like a zen Buddhist retreat in the seventies, had become a place where you could barely see the beach for the people. Motorcycle noises filled the air. Modern bar managers called out “happy hour” to passers by. I could walk only a few steps without hearing the words “Do you want a massage?” At least the hotel became my refuge with its tropical grounds and pool.
I found my real paradise in Malaysia on an island pictured below, Pangkor Island. We actually were the only campers. Camping is free in Malaysia. We stayed 23 days, cooking ALL of our meals on the campfire. We ate rice or noodles always, using spices, eggs, and sweet chili sauce for variety.
We still live in Malaysia. We chose a wonderful apartment with everything we need, even a washer.
Well, we are finally able to let the whole trip sink into our beings. We prepare every day for our next adventures.
On July 16 I awoke early to chickens and the chattering of birds and monkeys! I had anticipated seeing the dawn on the paradise-type island in the rain forest of Malaysia at a place called Coral Bay Beach on Pangkor island just north of Kuala Lumpur by three and a half hours. I had planned on writing about my peaceful time in Bali this month, but am too distracted by the the happenings here. I sit in my two man tent now, watching the waves as I write.
The night before last I felt elation as we got out of the cab from the ferry that brought us from Pangkor city. This came after riding on a smallish ferry from the mainland.
What I saw reminded me of the dream so many people have of relaxing on a tropical island when they retire, white sands, blue sky, blue-green sea in a forest facing the ocean.
We had brought provisions for camping: a tent, water, rice, snacks, band aids, antiseptic oil, mosquito repellent, and needle and thread.
We pitched our tent quickly on the smooth sand, just in time before the wind came, bringing with it a fairly strong tropical storm. Luckily some people had left a tarp behind that we ended up using on the top instead of over the tent! The rain pressed upon us so hard that rain came through in places we could not even see. My husband scooped and scooped out the water with his bare hands. We had expected heat to be our main problem, but no, water became our enemy. It hadn’t rained for over two months. I think I must have brought the rain from Oregon. I had read before coming that Malaysia has two seasons, dry-wet and wet-wet. We came in the dry-wet season.
After out hot and humid night in the tent, we awoke to a beautiful dawn and swam in the warm waters of gentle waves. We returned to monkeys raiding our locked tent! We caught them eating our chocolate cream cookies.
My husband, unfamiliar with monkeys except for the tame trained monkeys from Marrakesh, being from the desert, wanted to protect me as I collected the scattered cookies from the ground. He raised up a board that rested against a tree, ready to keep the ten or so monkeys that had encircled us away from me.
I had sat down under the trees to enjoy some potato chips when two of them on branches above me started to pounce! These monkeys surprised us with their aggressive behavior. When we took our food inside they went away.
The next morning, after spending the night trying to keep the rain out after an even more ferocious storm, we awoke to the waves coming up within maybe ten feet of our front door. We had to move the tent and our luggage to higher ground.
The monkeys having eating many of our snacks, we had to find dry wood to build a fire. We are still working on that challenge.
So, goodbye from higher ground. Thank God we woke up before the big wave came!!!!