Katie and Michael's Travel Blog - katieandmichael
After saving money, tweaking plans and dreaming for more than two years, Michael and I are now undertaking the trip of our lifetime: six months across Hong Kong, Thailand, Myanmar, Laos, Cambodia,...

Hong Kong
Hong Kong, Hong Kong
Our tiny (but clean, with SUPER friendly staff) room at our hostel
We made it to Hong Kong! Yay! And now we're about to leave for Bangkok! Double yay!!
Sorry I haven't written sooner, but the last couple of days have kind-of been a bit of a blur. Our flight was a bit of a mess, but then I've come to accept that they usually are, really, and that's just a part of the whole traveling experience. Anyway, if I may offer a tip, don't book a flight with a one-hour international layover against your better judgment just because Orbitz says it's okay.
A pagoda in a little park sanctuary in the middle of the city
But, we made it here! Hong Kong has been good, and we stayed at a wonderful guesthouse run by a sweet Indian family in a 17-story block of hostels, shops and cheap
An Irish pub, complete with token red-haired guy
food stalls ironically named Chungking Mansions. We arrived very late Wednesday night and slept most of the day Thursday, then set out yesterday (Friday) to see the city.
Lots of crazy fruit
I have to run right now as I'm borrowing the guesthouse's computer to write this, but I promise I (or Michael) will write again as soon as possible after we get to Bangkok to post pictures and write more about Hong Kong.
written by  katieandmichael on March 28, 2009 from Hong Kong, Hong Kong
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Bangkok
Bangkok, Thailand
Hello Family and Friends,
a Banyan tree - they grow horizontally by sending shoots down from the branches that connect with the ground and make a new mini-trunk. I guess they don't want this one to get any bigger
Well this is Michael, coming to you from the sunny, really hot, and amazing capitol city of Thailand. Peace can be found, even in the most hectic city i've ever been. People are always talking and quite often they're talking to us. The "Backpackers Mecca" as it's been
A shrine and a huge highrise building - an appropriate summary of Bangkok
so aptly named has something for everyone. People from all over the world are coming and going. Many, I imagine, are here for the same reason we are. It's been the perfect jumping off point for our trip. We have found everything we (or anyone else in the world) might need here and we're ready for battle in just about any place we go. While doing
Our new Thai food discovery: Tom Ka Gai. Yum Yum Yum.
that, we've managed to eat some crazy amazing food and venture away from our buzzing home for the moment, Khoa San Road.
This afternoon, we took a series of public ferries that taxi people of all ages down the river that cuts through Bangkok.
A little stop along the river, when we were in the river taxi
Down the river we saw some of real Bangkok and some of really rich Bangkok. We saw The Oriental Hotel, wich looked amazing, but we were not allowed to enter, because we didn't comply with the dresscode.
A street near the Mandarin Oriental Hotel
Ready to move on down through the niehgborhoods in search of the ferry pier, we walked right through a movie set. Yes, a full on movie set. We thought, "hey, let's walk through this little market". Not even when i bumped into a changing curtain, with a lady having make up applied to her in a really fancy dress, did i realize that this market was a set and everyone around was either an actor or a crew member. There was even a director who as we were walking away yelled a lot before exclaiming, "Action!".
Tonight we're going to take it easy, because in the morning we leave for the island of Ko Chang. On Ko Chang we will stay in a place called the tree house, on lonely beach. It sounds like a great place to be, but not a good place to use the internet. So, you may not here from us for a while. Each of you are in our thoughts and we hope that all is well. As for us, we couldn't possibly be better. Katie sends lots of love and we hope to post more really soon, including some pictures.
written by  katieandmichael on March 30, 2009 from Bangkok, Thailand
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Elephant Island
Trat, Thailand
(by Katie)
We're back in Bangkok again, after an amazing week on an island paradise spent fine-tuning our travel plans and unwinding from the craziness that is huge Asian cities. Ko Chang is a relatively large island off the south coast of Thailand, and its name means (as you may have guessed from the blog title) Elephant Island. Michael and I arrived the Tuesday before last, and stayed on the west coast at a place recommended by some friends and the Lonely Planet for the first night.
Michael, soaking up the beach vibe
Our view during dinner, our first night on the island
The first place we stayed
Me and the water buffalo that liked to graze near the bungalows
reading in the hammock we bought in town
Michael, in true "Survivor" style, managed to open a coconut using two rocks he found. It was yummy.
Well, I should say, we stayed next door. We realized shortly after our taxi driver dropped us at our requested location that it no longer offered any accomodation. Actually, it didn't seem it ever had. This would have been less confusing if we hadn't been referred to this place by multiple friends and our guidebook. Turns out, the owners decided about 6 months ago to pluck up all the bungalows and move them to Long Beach, on the opposite coast. Anyway, it all worked out for the best because, in our quest to solve this little mystery, we rented a motorbike and drove almost the whole 45 mile circumference of the island looking for the Treehouse's new location.
a picture we took when we took a little break from driving around the island
It's a beautiful place, with dense rainforest in the middle, and, yes, elephants. There's even an elephant training center that aims to (and I love this) give the elephants skills to help them contribute to society.
So, once we found the new Treehouse and made our way back with our backpacks, we weren't in any hurry to leave.
View from the other restaurant at Long Beach
The place is breathtaking: a deserted, huge white sand beach, bathtub-warm water, absolutely no pollution of any kind (light, noise, air), and individual little thatched-roof bungalows on stilts up in the trees.
The dining/hanging out area ( Treehouse)
Even better, it was only $7 a night for both of us. We met some interesting travelers who gave us some tips about places they'd been, and other than that, we just ate yummy food and soaked up the sun and the bliss.
Thai coke, in appropriate surroundings
Another view of our bungalow (Treehouse)
front view of our bungalow at Treehouse
doing a little hiking
We're back in the chaotic, past-meets-urban-progress juxtaposition that is Bangkok now, but we haven't done much in terms of touristy stuff here. Mostly, we've been taking care of things like making future travel arrangements. Next week is one of the biggest holidays of the year in Thailand: Songkran, or Thai New Year. It involves spraying people with water guns, so I'm really excited. Apparently the place to be for the celebration is a city in the north called Chiang Mai, so we booked what could very likely be some of the last tickets to get there. It's going to be a (gulp) 10+ hour sleeper bus ride that we had planned to break up a bit by stopping in some different cities. However, due to all the holiday traffic we were lucky to get any space on a bus (all the trains are booked) out of town at all.
Anyway, my time is about to expire and I'm all out of the correct coins to feed the machine to keep the internet going, so I'd better run. Michael is here too, having a great time also, and sends his best.
written by  katieandmichael on April 9, 2009 from Trat, Thailand
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A few more Bangkok photos, just cause we have them
Bangkok, Thailand
Eating some pad thai for a little less than a dollar from a street vendor
A hilarious woman who sold me a skirt. I think she is deaf, but she was better at communicating than any other Thai person I've met
a tuk-tuk zooming down the street
written by  katieandmichael on April 11, 2009 from Bangkok, Thailand

Happy Easter!
Chiang Mai, Thailand
(by Katie)
Greetings from the peaceful north!
Not sure if you've been watching the news, but in case you haven't, there's been a little unrest in Bangkok recently and we're not anywhere near it. To briefly explain what I've surmised, in 2006 the elected president, Thaksin, was kicked out by the military, which has a habit of kicking out presidents and taking back control of the government, on all sorts of charges that it never bothered to try to prove. So, Thaksin's had some time to gather support, and now his supporters want him back in office. We left Bangkok before the protests really picked up, and, both geographically and politically, it seems the north is worlds away from anything that's going on down there.
We've been having a ridiculously great time up here, and we were laughing so hard during all the Songkran festivities my stomach was aching. We'll write more and post pictures very soon, but right now we're going to go catch a bus to an artsy little town called Pai, northwest of Chiang Mai.
We hope you all had a wonderful Easter and got lots of egg-shaped chocolatey deliciousness!
written by  katieandmichael on April 15, 2009 from Chiang Mai, Thailand

Flight of the Gibbon
Chiang Mai, Thailand
(Michael)
Greetings all again from the wonderful north of Thailand. Alright guys, I'm going straight to the point. Imagine, if you will, zipping along through the jungle canopy, far above the floor below. You're flying from tree to tree, hooked into a harness, using a network of cables that stretch over 2 km in the rainforest. Well, that was the vision of the brilliant designers of The Flight of the Gibbon. Once only for scientists studying the eco-systems of the rain forest canopy, this must-do attraction is open to the likes of travellers and thrill seekers. (If all this sounds like a travel brochure, it's because I read way too many of them.)
Katie zip-lining
Starting off not too high off the ground, the first leap is a cinch. From there, each trip you take is higher and higher until the forest floor becomes a frightening distance away. For us, it was a thrill and a chance to see parts of the rainforest that would be imposible to see otherwise.
The most impressive part for me was seeing how big some of these trees really are.
Big tree or tiny people?
We have some videos that are worth a look, but we can't upload them here. As for now, I hope the pictures will do.
written by  katieandmichael on April 20, 2009 from Chiang Mai, Thailand

Happy Songkran!
Chiang Mai, Thailand
(Katie)
Or, in English, Happy New Year!
Happy Thais in a jeep who wanted us to take their picture
Yes, that's right, it's here again already!
A second after I took this picture, she re-thought her attack plan and squirted straight into my face
If you've ever had trouble keeping your resolutions and wished for another, mid-year chance to scrap them and start over, the Thais have you covered. They like New Years festivities so much, they celebrate it three times a year. They've adopted partying on Jan. 1 from the western calendar, Lunar New Year from China, and, most importantly for Thais, Songkran from India. Basically, they've never heard of a holiday they didn't like. That makes them my kind of people.
Michael and friends
Songkran means "passing into", and it's celebrated in Laos, Myanmar and Cambodia under different names. Here, it occurs at the end of the dry season, and it's a massive water party in the hopes that all that good-spirited water warfare will bring blessings of lots of rain during the rainy season. It's also a religious holiday, when the monks bless the statues of Buddha. Mostly, though, it's an all-out sopping wet party in the streets throughout the country, and nowhere is the party more rockin' than in Chiang Mai.
Surprise attack!
Officially, Songkran occurs on April 13, 14 and 15, although in Chiang Mai it starts and ends a day earlier and later. People grab water guns, buckets, hoses, or whatever else they can think of to drench their fellow revelors.
Killer instinct
They shut down all the major roads in the city center and people line the streets, while others jump into open-topped vehicles of all sorts. Then, they basically splash the be-jeebus out of each other from mid-morning until sundown. There's never any animosity to it, and (usually) if you've had enough water in the face and let them know, they'll refrain from throwing more at you.
I can't remember when I've had more silly, ridiculous fun. My favorite part was watching the children get so excited about chasing people down with buckets that were almost too heavy for them to carry.
like a crispy, thin pancake made from lots of strings of batter. It was yummy.
Well, that, and all of the amazing fair food.
Coconut ice cream in a coconut
Everyone dresses in brightly colored Hawaiian-style shirts and wears chains of flowers, and wherever you look, everyone is smiling their widest smiles, waiting to hurl massive volumes of water at you. Michael and I played like kids in it for four days, taking a one-day break in the middle to zip through the top of the rainforest at The Gibbon Experience; see his entry for more about that. Great, great fun.
Shooting on the run
Oh, and the best part: you get to make resolutions again! So, it doesn't even matter that mine (staying better in touch) never really got off the ground in January. World, get ready for a whole new, e-mail-whipping-out Katie! But, world, please don't set your expectations too high. I'm still drying off.
Drenched
written by  katieandmichael on April 13, 2009 from Chiang Mai, Thailand

The Life of Pai
Pai, Thailand
(Katie)
The teeny-tiny town of Pai is about 5 square blocks of peace, adventure, and great dining in the northern Thai hills, and it has been our home and place of convolescence for the last week and a half. We've stayed here longer than planned, due to a now-healed sprain Michael suffered while we were hiking through the jungle last week, but if we could have chosen any place we've been to get stuck, this would be it. As our new Aussie friend Kaz put it, this place exudes rejuvenation.
This is a sleepy, charming place with voluminous menus at almost every restaraunt, and those that limit themselves to about 20 dishes or so make them in earnest. I've had the best Thai food I've ever tasted, along with the best cheeseburger I can remember in years, and lots and lots of amazing fruit mixed with yogurt and granola or just blended with ice into shakes. I don't know if I've ever eaten healthier or felt better.
Poor Michael is also feeling great again, although he twisted his foot while we were on the first day of a two-day jungle trek, about an hour and a half from the village where we were to spend the night. He limped the rest of the way there and, though we were both terrified he had broken a bone, I think he enjoyed the hike as much as he had before his mishap. I kept looking back to check on him, and he kept telling me to walk ahead of him and to look at some flower, interesting plant or butterfly along the trail.
Up until that point, it was amazing. Well, okay, it was amazing after that point too, but I was a little too distracted watching him wince in pain to continue feeling as awe-struck by the beauty of our surroundings. We walked through what felt like 4 different ecosystems, from a tragically burned-out former forest, to a bamboo forest, to a true jungle, and then the next day I walked alone with our guide through what looked like a North American-type oak forest. Michael's foot had swollen and he couldn't walk, so he rode on the back of a villager's motorbike down potholed, dissapearing and reappearing trails to the nearest car-accessible village.
We hiked about 10 miles the first day in 100 degree-plus heat, but a lot of it was along a river and under the jungle canopy so that cooled us down. It took us about 7 hours to reach the village, including our stops, because of the heat and the fact that a lot of our path was uphill. Since completing the hike, I'm pretty sure I'm superwoman.
Along the way, our guide showed us wild ginger, cumin, grapefruit, dung beetles and other edibles, and he could identify several species of birds by their calls. He also pointed out orchids growing on the branches of trees, and he seemed to be able to name everything we saw in English.
We spent the night in a hilltribe village. The people who owned the home we stayed in were really nice, but we couldn't help but notice how very, very few possesions they had. I probably have three times as much stuff in my huge backpack as they have in their whole home, and that is not an exaggeration. In their yard, they had some chickens, a cow and a couple of dogs, and inside it looked like they had nothing but a couple of outfits, some cooking utensils and a mat and mosquito net for sleeping. I don't think they would consider themselves particularly poor, though; they just lead a simple life and don't have much need for things.
When our guide, Micheal and I met up in another village on the second day, we cut our trip short and drove back to Pai. Our guide, whose name sounds like "Some-sock", kindly drove us to the hospital. Man, there is nothing in the world like spending a day in a rural Thai hospital to make you feel glad to be from a fully developed country. We heard one child screaming while several nurses held him down and pulled glass out of his knee without any anesthesia - it made me feel ill. I watched a gurney roll past with blood stains on the sheets. Luckily, Michael didn't have any open wounds and they had an x-ray machine, which showed his bones were all intact. They gave him some muscle relaxers, super-doses of ibuprofen and tylenol, crutches and a sort of half-cast that went under his foot, held on by an ace bandage.
He's walking normally now, so we're about to jump on an overnight bus to the Laos border, which we will cross tomorrow. Next time you hear from us, we'll be out of Thailand (moms, feel free to breathe your sighs of relief) and in sleepy little Laos. Internet isn't as common there, I think, so it might be a little bit before we write again.
Gotta run, so I'll post pictures of Pai, our trek, some nearby waterfalls and our elephant ride soon. I hope everything is going well with you all! Michael sends his love too.
written by  katieandmichael on April 26, 2009 from Pai, Thailand

The upside of French colonialism
Houayxay, Laos
(Katie)
(** I was just scrolling through the blog entries and realized I wrote this one three months ago, saved it as a draft and never published it. Oops! Oh well, here you go! :)
Strolling down the road on our evening in Houay xay, I noticed little dogs running around everywhere, baguettes and french pastries for sale in shops, and little old men knocking around at a French version of bowling for evening entertainment ... where are we again? Here, only minutes across the Mekong river from Thailand, evidence of the strong French influence in this far-flung corner of former French Indochina is unmistakable. And it is definitely welcome.
Michael and I arrived in Laos after a pretty unpleasant trip from Pai, and we decided to catch our breath for a night in the border town rather than follow our plan to immediately depart for our next destination. We didn't expect much from the stop, but we ended up spending a wonderful evening with a really lovely French woman named Saundie who kept commenting that being in Laos was "really a dream come true" for her.
She was fascinated with everything she saw, and she told us that she has grown up with romantic visions of Laos and has always wanted to visit. I can't remember hearing anything about this country when I was young, so talking with her helped me feel her passion for this place. I imagine it must be similar to how I felt when I left America for the first time and landed in Paris, one America's most romanticized cities.
After dinner, the three of us sat by the Mekong for about an hour, talking and watching the murky river roll along. Then we made our way back up the hill to walk along the main road in town. When we got to the road, she started laughing with surprise: she saw two little old men playing pletanque, a very French game she had grown up playing with her family. She asked them about it, and they invited us to play with them. Basically, there's a small ball, and then you throw some larger heavy balls as close to it as possible. It was so much fun, even though I was really bad at it.
All in all, I had an unexpectedly great time in this little stop-over town, and I can't wait to see the rest of this country!
written by  katieandmichael on April 27, 2009 from Houayxay, Laos

Kayaking out of Luang Nam Tha
Luang Prabang, Laos
(Michael) This posting is for Luang Nam Tha
Luang Nam Tha, in Northern Laos, is a little town by any standard. Not much can be seen in this dusty little strip, besides a small market, a few guest houses, and a restaurant or too. It borders the Nam Ha National Forest, and for this reason, it's a great place for jungle adventures or kayaking down the Nam Tha River.
We had just rolled into town and were looking for something cool to do that was low impact for my foot, which is healing nicely, when we were approached by an Australlian girl named Megan. Megan was trying to recruit people to come with her Kayaking, to dramatically lower the cost. So we and four of the coolest people we've met in our travels, said yes. There was Leigh and Bryce from South Africa, Ian from Scotland, and Steffan from Austria.
The next day we started our adventure from the landing point near town. We zig-zagged back and forth, got hung in trees and rocks, and turned our boat around and around in circles, in attempt to follow the straight path ahead of us. Everything we did counter acted the efforts of the other, until we had to stop and take a good look at our technique. Finally after much trial and error, we were headed down the river with great precision. Okay, maybe not great prescision. It was more like average precision, but we were much happier. On the first day, we paddled 20 km through scenic forest views, stopping along the way at little villages of hill tribe people.
At long last, we reached ther village were we would be staying the night. We were greeted by a group of about 20 young children with wide smiles, eagerly lined up to say hello. About 5 minutes later, when all the pleasentries were over, they grabbed our boat paddles, stripped down, and made a mad dash for the kayaks. It was like Christmas. They were piling in boats, racing them, splashing each other, flipping them over, and constantly laughing. A few of us coudn't resist their friendly invitation to play with them. It was absolute chaos. Everyone was splashing and jumping around like we were all the same age (about 7). We played and played until we were all completely worn out. After this we spent a couple of hours teaching them card games and showing them our photos, much to their amazment. It was so much fun. Then, when was time for the children to head to thier homes, the chief himself showed up to share a wonderful traditional meal and a lot of homemade whiskey (not as good as the meal) until it was time for bed.
The next morning, we we all woke up sore from a long day, but ready to press on. It was a bit more relaxing than the first day, as we stopped many times on the way to swim or just take in the sights. All in all it was a great experience, a great workout, and a chance to get to know some great people. Great.
I'm sorry for the lack of photos. The internet conection is so slow. Check again soon
written by  katieandmichael on May 2, 2009 from Luang Prabang, Laos

An overdue hello, now from Cambodia
Phnom Penh, Cambodia
(Michael) From Stung Treng, Cambodia (despite what the title says)
Hello again family and friends. I would like to first give a shout out to Evan Michael Nachman, my newest nephew. I hope your first week of humanhood is all you expected it to be.
I'd also like to apologize for the long gap between postings. As we make our way through the more remote regions, internet use becomes more and more difficult. Small interrnet cafes can be found occasianaly, but the connections are usually painfully slow. the most amusing part however is that some of them have chickens roaming through the shops as you type.
Right now, we are waiting for a bus to take us to Ban Lung, so I'm afraid I only have time to let everyone know that we are okay and having a great time. We have so many stories and photos that we are dying to share with you. Oops, the guy just said that the bus is leaving
Bye
written by  katieandmichael on May 27, 2009 from Phnom Penh, Cambodia

The Rainforest World Music Festival, 3 of the best days ever
Kuching, Malaysia
If anyone is still checking this blog, hello! And, sorry for the long hiatus. Despite the heading, Michael and I are actually in Kota Kinabalu, the capitol of one of the two Malaysian states on the island of Borneo. The city is named after nearby Mount Kinabalu, one of the highest mountains in Southeast Asia. Our original plan was to climb the mountain, but since we discovered that there is a two-month waiting list for that, we're going to an island to snorkel and camp instead. Life can be so rough.
Anyway, since it has been so long since we've updated, I decided to dedicate this blog entry to one of my favorite experiences of the last few months, and really a major highlight of the trip so far: the 3-day music festival in the rainforest near Kuching, Borneo. Hence the incorrect city and entry date information above.
We had planned to go to this festival before we started our trip, we recruited our new friend Sebatian whom we met in Cambodia, and we had even convinced our friend James from back home to come across planet and meet us out here for the event. Needless to say, our expectations were high. It was even better than we anticipated.
The festival brought amazingly talented bands from all over the world together to Sarawak Cultural Village, a venue with stages built right into the edge of the jungle and ancient-style traditional houses for daytime workshops. It was a beautiful setting to see the way people express themselves through music, from preserving dying musical traditions to creating brand-new fusions of styles, from every corner of the globe.
I particularly liked a Malaysian/Indian/Australian band that played all sorts of music, from traditional Malaysian songs to jazz. They were really cool, I bought their CD. Michael's favorite band was a Portuguese traditional/hard rock group. There was also an awesome band from Tanzania that, according to the emcee, had to walk three days to reach the airport to get to the festival. They made all their own instruments out of electrical cords and wires and other found objects, and played with so much unbridled joy and energy it was contagious.
Speaking of contagious, the orgaziners were clearly worried about starting an international H1N1 outbreak and talked about face masks and hand santizer at every opportunity. It added a weird kind of surrealism to the events, especially when they asked everyone in the crowd to wear a mask while they took an audience picture. PR, I guess?
... well THAT defeats the purpose a little, don't you think?
Anyway, we didn't come down with swine/bird/monkey or any other type of flu. Even if we had, it would have been worth it. We met some really incredible people, spent a long weekend in gorgeous surroundings, learned a lot about music, and just crazy amounts of fun dancing barefoot in the mud to exotic music.
written by  katieandmichael on July 12, 2009 from Kuching, Malaysia

Mamutik Island
Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia
(Michael)
It's good to be back in touch. I can't think of a better way to get back into the blog than writing about a beautiful island. Mamutik, located in Sabah, is just offshore from the provicial capital, Kota Kinabalu. Sabah has a reputation for beautiful beaches, crystal clear waters and laid back islands.
Mamutik lived up to all this and more, as we spent the last three days and two nights camping, cooking out, and snorkeling.
In preparation, we rented tents, loaded up on groceries and supplies, and got our snorkel gear ready. Then it was off to the pier to catch our boat to paradise
After we arrived, we knew that this island get away was just what we had been needing after a long stretch of traveling across Borneo. We spent time snorkeling, swimming, cooking over a fire, and we went for a little walk on the second afternoon. The first time we got in the water, Katie was bitten by a little fish. I saw him through my mask, and he couldn't have been three inches long. However, he left an amazingly big mark on her leg.
I guess it's not the size of the fish in the fight, but the size of the fight in the fish.
Apart from the mini attack, everything was perfect, in that we had nothing else to do but relax. In a place like Mamutik, time doesn't matter. There is only one schedule and it's determined by your stomach, which we had no problem keeping full.
written by  katieandmichael on August 1, 2009 from Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia

Long House, in the middle of the jungle
Kapit, Malaysia
(Michael)
Here in Borneo, in 2009, there is a group of people who preserving age-old traditions. At the same time, they want to stay in touch with a world that is changing rapidly around them. There is a need for balance, because if they and there way of life are to survive, they must adapt and thrive without being forced into the fold of mainstream society. The forests and rivers are shrinking as fast as the cities are growing toward them. More and more of these people depend on money to buy many of there goods from town. More and more the children are growing up and moving away to the cities to find work. In spite of all of this, in small pockets all over Borneo, The Iban tribal way of life is still surviving and the Iban mentality is, in some ways, intact.
One way that many Ibans have found to earn money, is to open there homes to visitors, who want a glimpse into there world. We were lucky, not only to be invited into there world, but also to have been the first group of tourists to visit this particular family. We were fortunate enough to have been able to visit this family before they could form any opinions about what tourists want, which too often compromises there traditions. We followed this family around for three days. In these three days, they carried out there Normal daily routines.
To understand the Iban culture is to understand there home, the longhouse. The typical Iban longhouse is home to many families. They are usually one long building, divided into separate dwelling areas for each family. The longhouse is the center of their universe and the very thing that unites them all. It is the home to Iban tribes all over Borneo. This particular longhouse is home to 44 families. Everyone knows everyone and shares with everyone. The longhouse never sleeps, as the men are always coming and going to check their nets, traps, and crops. The women are perpetually cooking, as they eat more than anyone I've ever seen. Some of that could however be attributed to there legendary hospitality. No guest will ever go hungry in this longhouse. The There is a chief, who was elected 12 years ago by the families, to act as a mediator, decision maker, and an ambassador. There are also several young children, who are not old enough to work, running around and playing at all times.
Our trip started at a foggy boat pier late at night where we were greeted by two young men from the longhouse. They took us for a ride up the river in a small boat to the first longhouse, where we met our host family.
First, there was the father, who was quiet, but warm in the way he was quick to give a reassuring smile when we didn't understand what was going on. Then there were the children. There were three little ones, two boys and one girl. They were really close in age ranging from six to ten. They were also really cute. They wanted to play with us, and were really excited when we taught them how to operate our cameras. They were running around snapping off photos from floor to ceiling. They were especially excited to see there own photos on the viewing screen.
Last, but certainly not least was the mother and matriarch of the family. She was a boisterous lady who loved to entertain. She liked to dance to strange electronic karaoke music at really high volumes. She was really sweet and tried so hard to make sure we were fitting in. She especially loved Katie and liked to dress her in various Iban outfits to dance in, on of which was the most elaborate full body dress, made by hand out of the tiniest little beads. It would have taken an expert, which she clearly was, months to construct such an intricately designed garment. She even gave Katie the most beautiful necklace made by hand. She was so concerned with our happiness that she fed us seven times in one day. It's also rude to turn down food, which made it complicated. We ate ourselves miserable trying to maintain all of our manners as a show of appreciation to our host family. It was all in kindness though and we didn't have the heart to stop as she brought out dish after dish as her smile became wider and wider.
Between meals, we had the most fun. We checked the fishing nets, swam in the river, sat around drinking Tuac, the locally brewed wine made from rice, played with the children, taught a little English, learned a little Iban, and tried to learn as much as we could about our host family. We even had a meeting with the chief, who also fed us. He asked us about ourselves and answered all of our questions. Finally he told us that we were welcome back to the longhouse anytime we found ourselves in the area.
We left with an experience that was genuinely one of a kind. We made memories that will never go away, with a group of good people trying to maintain a more simple way of life.
written by  katieandmichael on July 19, 2009 from Kapit, Malaysia

Brunei, the Abode of Peace ... shouldn't all country names be this serene?
Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei
While making our way up the northeast coast of Borneo, Michael, James, Sebastian and I decided to make a two-day stop in Brunei. To be honest, we were as interested in the passport stamp as we were in any other aspect of this relatively-expensive, uber-moral country, but it turned out to be a really interesting, somewhat incongruous take on life in
Borneo and the benefits of oil.
Describing the Kingdom of Brunei requires a lot of superlatives. It's one of the planet's tiniest and richest countries, has (possibly) the most successful current monarchy and the longest currently-ruling dynasty, with a sultan who is one of the richest people in the world. His eleven-word title is also the longest title I've ever seen, and (total speculation here) he might hold some sort of world record for the number of times his picture can be viewed by one person standing in one place.
But, hey, if I lived in Brunei I'd be proud of him too. Every Brunesian gets free education, free medical care, low-interest loans, and lots of other perks like free access to sporting events and amusement parks. True, the Sultan has embarrassing amounts of money and all of these cost a pittance compared to what he gets from oil, but how many of the super-rich and powerful have used their money for such large-scale social improvement?
Unfortunately, with all the good comes suppression of freedoms and forced conformity, so I suppose their pride is actually a mixture of genuine admiration, naivety and fear of rocking the boat. There's always a downside, I suppose.
The four of us stayed in a youth hostel to save money, and unfortunately it was strictly separated by sex. That meant I had to stay in a 12 bed women's dorm room by myself while the guys stayed together. It seemed pretty funny to us to have a boys' side and a girls' side, like being back in school, but that's the way they do things. Alcohol is also illegal in the country. I suppose that's working out better there than it did in the US.
Anyway, we walked around the city, saw a beautiful mosque, had some great Indian food, took a boat tour of the floating villages on the edges of town, had some great satay, and went to a museum of all the opulent things foreign leaders have given the sultan as gifts. My personal favorites were the silver and gemstone bowls from Cambodia's king (a VERY poor country that really couldn't afford that sort of present) and two inlaid matching coffee tables with pictures of identical tigers made out of precious stones. Classy.
The kids at the floating village loved James' tatoos
On an unrelated note, here's a picture of one of the most amazing sunsets I've ever seen, taken in Miri, the city we stayed in just before going to Brunei. Enjoy!
written by  katieandmichael on July 28, 2009 from Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei

Long house, in the middle of the jungle
Kapit, Malaysia
Here in Borneo, in 2009, there is a group of people who are preserving age-old traditions. At the same time, they want to stay in touch with a world that is changing rapidly around them. There is a need for balance, because if they and there way of life are to survive, they must adapt and thrive without being forced into the fold of mainstream society. The forests and rivers are shrinking as fast as the cities are growing toward them. More and more of these people depend on money to buy many of there goods from town. More and more the children are growing up and moving away to the cities to find work. In spite of all of this, in small pockets all over Borneo, The Iban tribal way of life is still surviving and the Iban mentality is, in some ways, intact.
One way that many Ibans have found to earn money, is to open there homes to visitors, who want a glimpse into there world. We were lucky, not only to be invited into there world, but also to have been the first group of tourists to visit this particular family. We were fortunate enough to have been able to visit this family before they could form any opinions about what tourists want, which too often compromises there traditions. We followed this family around for three days. In these three days, they carried out there Normal daily routines.
To understand the Iban culture is to understand there home, the longhouse. The typical Iban longhouse is home to many families. They are usually one long building, divided into separate dwelling areas for each family. The longhouse is the center of their universe and the very thing that unites them all. It is the home to Iban tribes all over Borneo. This particular longhouse is home to 44 families. Everyone knows everyone and shares with everyone. The longhouse never sleeps, as the men are always coming and going to check their nets, traps, and crops. The women are perpetually cooking, as they eat more than anyone I've ever seen. Some of that could however be attributed to there legendary hospitality. No guest will ever go hungry in this longhouse. The There is a chief, who was elected 12 years ago by the families, to act as a mediator, decision maker, and an ambassador. There are also several young children, who are not old enough to work, running around and playing at all times.
Our trip started at a foggy boat pier late at night where we were greeted by two young men from the longhouse. They took us for a ride up the river in a small boat to the first longhouse, where we met our host family.
First, there was the father, who was quiet, but warm in the way he was quick to give a reassuring smile when we didn't understand what was going on. Then there were the children. There were three little ones, two boys and one girl. They were really close in age ranging from six to ten. They were also really cute. They wanted to play with us, and were really excited when we taught them how to operate our cameras. They were running around snapping off photos from floor to ceiling. They were especially excited to see there own photos on the viewing screen.
Last, but certainly not least was the mother and matriarch of the family. She was a boisterous lady who loved to entertain. She liked to dance to strange electronic karaoke music at really high volumes. She was really sweet and tried so hard to make sure we were fitting in. She especially loved Katie and liked to dress her in various Iban outfits to dance in, on of which was the most elaborate full body dress, made by hand out of the tiniest little beads. It would have taken an expert, which she clearly was, months to construct such an intricately designed garment. She even gave Katie the most beautiful necklace made by hand. She was so concerned with our happiness that she fed us seven times in one day. It's also rude to turn down food, which made it complicated. We ate ourselves miserable trying to maintain all of our manners as a show of appreciation to our host family. It was all in kindness though and we didn't have the heart to stop as she brought out dish after dish as her smile became wider and wider.
Between meals, we had the most fun. We checked the fishing nets, swam in the river, sat around drinking Tuac, the locally brewed wine made from rice, played with the children, taught a little English, learned a little Iban, and tried to learn as much as we could about our host family. We even had a meeting with the chief, who also fed us. He asked us about ourselves and answered all of our questions. Finally he told us that we were welcome back to the longhouse anytime we found ourselves in the area.
We left with an experience that was genuinely one of a kind. We made memories that will never go away, with a group of good people trying to maintain a more simple way of life.
written by  katieandmichael on July 19, 2009 from Kapit, Malaysia

Vientiane
Vientiane, Laos
Vientiane, the sprawling Laotian capital and the largest city, is home to about 160,000 people. Here you will find the only convenient stores and the only supermarket in the entire country. After being in Laos for a couple of weeks, it was a little strange to see so many varieties of candy and soft drinks. Furthermore, the were even in electric refrigerators and kept cold. Other than these extravagant luxuries, it was business as usual for the residents of Vientiane. Everyone was laid back and seemed to have little worry or stress.
In an attempt to modernize Vientiane some years ago, the U.S. government gave the money to the Laos P.D.R. to build their first international airport. It was said to be a gift to the people of Laos, to connect them to the world. It was a world that had turned its back on this quiet country so many times. So, to stick it to the man in a very French Colonial way, they gratefully accepted the money and built an almost exact replica of the famous French Arc De Triomphe (pictures will be added to this post later).
We also celebrated my birthday while we were there and we had plans to meet up with some fellow travelers. While it wasn't the feel good party you would expect on account of my stomach staging a revolt against some spoiled chicken, it was a good time. we had some of the best Indian food with some of the coolest people we've met in our travels.
It was also a great matter of luck that we were in town for the rocket festival. every year, in order to bring the rains at the end of the dry season, there are these festivals all over the country. At this time, the local people divide into teams and build enormous homemade rockets and shoot them off. They are judged for distance and style, and in the end, a champion is crowned. It was a wonderful time. it was a family affair filled with good, clean, and kinda dangerous fun as only the Laotians can do so well.
written by  katieandmichael on May 15, 2009 from Vientiane, Laos

Don Det
Ban Dondet, Laos
With the end of our month in Laos coming quickly. We only had four days left. These four days were set aside for one purpose, to relax in the 4,000 Islands. The 4,000 Islands are an Archipelago in the middle of the Mekong river in the southern tip of Laos. It's truly amazing how this mighty river opens itself up so wide as to allow for all these islands. Also, this stretch of the Mekong is home to Irrawaddy fresh water dolphins. Only a few of these Illusive creatures are left in the world and only a few of them are known to be living in this area.
So, with relaxation and high hopes for the scenery, we set out for the island of Don Det. Don Det itself has a few restaurants and several riverside bungalows for rent at quite possibly the cheapest prices in all of The Laos P.D.R. It's a quiet place with no motor vehicles and electricity only in the late evening hours.
It was there, right on the river bank, where we found the quietest and most beautiful place to stay. Our stilted bungalow had a large porch with two hammocks and a perfect view of the evening fisherman checking their nets and fishing with bamboo poles, as the sunset turned the sky from bight blue to a million shades of pink and orange.
One of our favorite activities on the island was bicycle riding. For about a dollar a day, you can rent a bike to explore the various trails and back roads through the rice paddies and over the bridge to the neighboring island of Don Kong, were we saw the most amazing waterfall.
The food was also really nice here. There was an Indian restaurant were we ate three times. There was also a woman on one of the side trails who made the most incredible samosas. There is also an Australian guy on the island who runs a small bakery, featuring some amazing cinnamon rolls ( a rare treat in Asia).
As for those wiley dolphins, our first attempt to see them was from shore, were we sat patiently waiting for one to surface. We didn't have any luck with the dolphins that day, but we did manage to make friends with a couple of friendly puppies.
Our second attempt was a little more thought out. We and a few friends hired a boat driver to take us to prime dolphin spotting territory. It was a beautiful boat ride down the river and through the islands to our destination, a big rock in the middle of the Mekong. Here on this rock, we sat with our eyes glued on the water for two hours, waiting for our first glimpse. As good as our second plan was however, no dolphins were spotted. We were forced to resign ourselves to total relaxation for the rest of our stay. The search for the dolphins will perhaps continue another day.
All in all, it was just what we were looking for, a quiet, beautiful place to digest our Laos experience and prepare ourselves for the Cambodian adventure to come.
written by  katieandmichael on May 23, 2009 from Ban Dondet, Laos

Necro-tourism in Sulawesi?
Rantepao, Indonesia
It sounds a little strange, but one of the parts of our trip that I had been anticipating most was the journey into central Sulawesi for the funeral season. I had heard about the breathtaking landscape, the still-functional traditional houses with soaring u-shaped roofs, and the amazingly kind people in Tana Toraja when I was living in Jakarta, but hadn't been able to visit. At the time I just mentally tagged it as one of those places I hoped I could see before I die. And if you haven't already picked up on it, death was a major theme of our visit.
Rantepao is a little town smack-in-the-heart of the sprawling K-shaped island that is Sulawesi. It's up in the mountains, so the air is mercifully cool all day, even pleasantly chilly (that was a treat!) in the mornings. Michael, Sebastian and I arrived on Sunday, Aug. 9 expecting to battle throngs of tourists on package tours, like our guidebook warned. But, "touristy" in Indonesia is not like spring in South Padre. We saw other foreigners but not droves filling up the streets, and everyone seemed to be respectfully observant of the culture. Of course, we were all there hoping to luck into being part of local funeral ceremonies, so construe that as you will.
You have to understand that death for Torajans is not an end, it's just when a soul goes on a journey to a different place. When a person embarks on this journey, the Torajans believe it helps to throw a giant send-off with as many guests as possible. And you should also understand that there is a "funeral season" here. The deceased member of the family is embalmed, then sits in the family's home until the arrangements have been made for the funeral.
We spent our first couple of days soaking up the cute country-town vibe and walking around the surrounding countryside. On our second night in town, we walked into a souvenir shop and met Martin, a free-lance funeral photographer who likes to spend as much time as possible away from home, and who was happy to take us to some funerals he knew about.
We rented an extra motorbike and left early the next morning to buy a carton of cigarettes - the typical guests' gift to the deceased's family. It was a beautiful drive past gorgeous houses and rice paddies, with mountains poking up into the early-morning fog.
We attended two celebrations: a "small" two-day gathering of hundreds of villages (which we attended both days), and a "medium-large" six-day bonanza with thousands of attendants (where we only stayed for about half an hour). No one really took notice of us at the bigger one. There was already a sea of white people with telescopic cameras when we arrived. At the smaller one, however, we were eagerly greeted honored guests. I'm sure this sounds like I'm justifying a voyeuristic intrusion into someone's grief, and maybe I am since I have to admit I felt a little slimy prowling around looking for a funeral invitation, but I cannot fully express the warmth, hospitality and excitement the family of the deceased displayed at our arrival.
They were sacrificing pigs when we showed up at the first, smaller ceremony. That was ... well, disturbing, but remarkably quick and surely more humane than the way most of the pigs I eat meets their end. The men butchered the pigs on palm leaves and stuffed the meat into bamboo poles, which they put on a fire to cook with some wild herbs. It was amazing food. They also gave us some home-brewed palm alcohol, which was less delicious.
Interestingly, the family was Catholic. It's been a while since I've been to a Catholic funeral in the states, but I seem to recall them going a bit differently. Some things, it seems though, are universal: when the English-speaking family member asked about our religion, and what sort of time commitments we might have, and we confirmed that we are Catholic, she said, "oh, well in that case, you have time for communion." Good ol' Catholic guilt. Of course, we wouldn't have missed out on a Torajan funeral mass. Really, it wasn't so different, except that the kneelers were unpadded wood and there weren't any instruments.
After the mass, the family took the coffin to the forest and placed it in a prepared tomb. They thanked us again and again for sharing our time with them.
I'll post pictures soon, but right now I have to go. The poor woman at this internet cafe hasn't eaten anything all day since it's Ramaddan here, it's closing time, and I'm the only thing standing in between here and food. I'll add to this a little later.
written by  katieandmichael on August 14, 2009 from Rantepao, Indonesia

The Togean Islands
Gorontalo, Indonesia
In our time on the road, Katie and I have developed a theory about adventure traveling. It's that the more difficult a place is to get to, the nicer it is and the greater the reward. Our theory continues to hold true as we just came back from Kandidiri, in the Togean Islands just off the coast of Sulawesi.
This was a destination that we had been looking forward to with great anticipation. The same can not be said for the journey. To get there via Gorantalo, we took a cramped wooden ferry filled to well above capacity for about 17 hours. Our seat was especially hot, due to the fact that we were sitting right next to the motor, which put off heat approximately the temperature of Satan's bathwater. Although we were given mats to lay on for the all night journey, there was no sleeping in this oven. One cool thing about the trip was that a curious dolphin started swimming near the boat, and as we looked out the window, it took a great leap completely out of water. Enough of that, we got there. finally we got there!
And as bad as the journey might have seemed at the time, we realized in an instant that it was all worth it when we took our first step off of the boat. Actually it was even before that. As our Island was the last stop on the boat's route through to Ampana, we we're amazed as soon as we entered the vicinity of the Togeans. the sea around us turned from a dark impenetrable blue, to a crystal clear greenish shade that revealed every detail of the bottom more than 20 feet down in places.
Our final destination was the island of Kandidiri. Imagine, if you will, water so clear that in pictures it creates the illusion that there is no water.
And pictures never do enough to describe the truly beautiful things on this earth. Our temporary island home, like every island in the Togeans, was surrounded by brilliant coral, teeming with brightly colored tropical fish.
This brings me to an addiction I've developed while on this trip. Yes, I admit I have a problem. I am completely addicted to snorkeling. I'm sure that my eventual return to Texas will result in withdrawal symptoms to rival all others. If you come to my house and ever find me in the bathtub with a snorkel sticking out and legs kicking, please just give me five more minutes.
Moving on, the snorkeling was amazing here. The diving outfit operated by the people who owned our bungalow allowed snorkelers to tag along for free. So, we took a trip with them to a neighboring island with the most incredible coral reefs. We also snorkeled everyday off the shore of our island
Apart from our time exploring the clear waters, Kandidiri was a perfectly relaxing place to do a little reading, thinking, good eating, and planning our next move in this incredible journey.
written by  katieandmichael on August 26, 2009 from Gorontalo, Indonesia

Muong Noi - where there's always a new beginning!
Houayxay, Laos
Muong Noi is a tiny town that most tourists to Laos miss. It sits at about the same latitude as Huay Xai (I used that city because it's closest - the map on this site doesn't list Muong Noi) but on the opposite side of the country, close to the eastern Laos border. It would just be a dusty, homely town consisting of four or five blocks-worth of slapped-together wooden buildings and narrow dirt roads, if it weren't set against a spectacular backdrop of sheer, massive cliffs and lush jungle. No road goes there; if you want to visit you have to take a boat an hour upstream from another tiny town that's vehicle-accessible.
Muong Noi's charm is in its peace, only occasionally broken by rooters. The closest thing to a traffic jam here is a couple of ducks with flocks of ducklings in a puddle in the middle of the road. It's not the kind of place where you plan your days. Michael and I wandered down paths in the forest, played in the river and relaxed.
We also, randomly, had the closest thing we experienced to a wild party night in Laos here. We had met an Australian couple the day before who had been planning to organize a trek. When we bumped into them the following day, they were sitting in a circle of plastic chairs outside a trekking office with all of its employees. Everybody was laughing, having a great time and passing beer around, and it was pretty clear that our Aussie friends' hiking plans had been derailed and they weren't too broken up about it. They asked us to join, and the party moved to someone's backyard down the road.
When we arrived at the house, one of the guys had already begun the process of killing a duck. Dinner was fresh. They served the ex-bird in courses throughout the night, bit by specially prepared bit. The heart was fine, but I drew the line at the cilantro-flavored coagulated blood. Rice and actual meat came out last.
Michael brought his guitar out and he and one of the guys took turns playing while one glass for beer circled the table. When it was your turn, you drank the contents - preferably in one gulp - and handed the glass back to the pourer who would refill it and hand it to the next person. There was no turning it down. They said that was rude, and we certainly didn't want to be rude.
Every so often, someone would said, "bi mai!" and then everyone would repeat it. It means, "happy new year!" When I asked when the actual Laotian New Year had occurred, since I had understood that it was the same time as the water party we'd attended in Thailand about a month earlier, our host replied, "oh, yes, we celebrated for two months!"
Why shouldn't New Year's just be a state of mind?
written by  katieandmichael on May 4, 2009 from Houayxay, Laos

The Pelni experience
Nunukan, Indonesia
Getting from Borneo to Sulawesi, the next island to the east, isn't as easy as one might think. There aren't any direct flights, even though there are airports all over the islands. Michael, Sebastian and I could have flown from eastern Sabah (the northern province in Borneo) west to Kuala Lumpur, then doubled back and flown east over where we'd been to eventually get to our destination. However, we like to consider ourselves intrepid, and have to consider ourselves poor. So, we hopped south across the border to the Indonesian side of this massive island and embarked on a 34-hour sea voyage on the "Bukit Rinjani," one of the gigantic ferries operated by Indonesian company Pelni.
We rode in economy class, not entirely dissimilar to a sober version of steerage class in the movie "Titanic." We're not really that hard-core; we didn't realize that you can only buy tickets in semi-private "class" cabins at actual Pelni offices, not agents' offices, and there wasn't a Pelni office in Nunukan. It turned out to be a lot of fun and a great experience, but it was some of the most intense traveling we've done.
I should note that, unlike our usual entries, I am writing this particular blog note with the main goal of helping other backpackers who might be google-ing this route. Here is my advice: first, as with all experiences in life, keep a good sense of humor and you'll enjoy yourself much more. Also, keep handy the things that help you sleep (you know, IPOD, earplugs, eye mask, motion sickness pills...) Lock everything else away. I'd heard that, but didn't lock my shoes up and someone stole them. They were good quality hiking sandals and I miss them. I mean, who steals SHOES? Oh well, I should have been more careful.
I mentioned motion sickness pills. Actually, the boat is so massive you don't feel any movement. I get seasick, but not at all on this ship. I only took the pills at night to knock me out.
Also, I have no problem using bathrooms of varying standards - I've spent too much time in Asia to be a germophobe - but these take the cake. On our second day aboard we came to the realization that, being the only foreigners on the 2000-person ferry, we automatically had some sort of special exemption from the normal rules. Use the second class bathrooms and showers! Go to the upper decks as much as possible. STAY THERE when you hear the announcement that directs everyone to their seats for the ticket check or they'll lock you (along with all the other economy passengers) below deck until they're done inspecting everyone's tickets. That's right: they lock people in, Titanic-style, several times for an hour or more each.
And, my final piece of advice: bring food. Peanut butter, bread, tuna and crackers, fruit ... whatever you like, just stock up before you get to Nunukan. The crew supplies everyone in economy with prepared meals, but even the rice is inedible. Alternatively, you could live off of Ramen noodles that you buy on board. I don't know about the stuff at the restaurants, but don't eat the free food.
Now that I've scared everyone off, I really want to express that I'm so glad we had the Pelni experience. It's the true, authentic sort of travel that connects you with the locals and hones your Bahasa Indonesia. There was an arcade, a snack bar on the top deck where people sang their hearts out to karaoke dvds, and all sorts of fun, hidden places. You can explore the levels and find all the outside places of peace and quiet, and just stare out for miles and miles across the ocean. I didn't see any dolphins, you might, but I saw the most amazing flying fish that could actually fly for several minutes.
Anyway, I recommend the journey. Have fun!
written by  katieandmichael on August 4, 2009 from Nunukan, Indonesia

Luang Prabang, city of romance
Luang Prabang, Laos
I loved Luang Prabang. It's a diginified and lovely alien of a place, like a runaway Parisian neighborhood that started a new life in the tropics. The roads are lined with soft-hued French colonial mansions, many now turned into guesthouses, and giant shady trees. The city just begs to be the setting of some pre-war era romance novel.
Every night, locals set up matching red tents and strings of tiny lights down the middle of the city's main street. It's the most relaxed and beautiful street market I've ever seen. The sellers smile at you but never try to attract your attention, and if you ask about a price for something they give you a fair one. If you decide to buy, they're happy to do business with you. If not, they smile just the same.
And the bakeries! And REAL coffee! Don't get me wrong, I love rice, and think instant coffee mixed with condensed milk to a dark chocolate flavor really grows on you, but our few days in Luang Prabang were like a luxurious little European holiday to break up the odyssey we're undertaking.
But this is a place that begs for photos more than description, so here are ours ...
written by  katieandmichael on May 8, 2009 from Luang Prabang, Laos

Tomohon
Tomohon, Indonesia
Sulawesi has been an amazing place on so many levels. From the Torajan funerals to the Togean Islands, I can't imagine a more exciting destination. With one more week here on this island, we decided to see what Tomahon had to offer.
Tomohon will never be the favorite of guide books and travel adventure stories, but it will definitely be a favorite of ours. There are no big monuments or historic landmarks. There is no beach or crashing waves. What Tomohon has to offer is a quiet, peaceful, beautiful little town filled with flowers and friendly folks, all in the foreground of a great big volcano covered in trees and green grass. The climate here is cool. In fact at night, its best to wear a light jacket or at least long sleeves. This comes as a welcomed change from the hot equatorial sun that has been shining hard on us for quite some time.
Perhaps the best activity in Tomohon is to go for a walk. We spent time exploring the little side streets lined with tiny houses with well kept lawns and flower gardens. We also had a nice little stroll to the foot of the great volcano, just west of town.
It's been a great last stop in Sulawesi that will not be forgotten. It gave us time to process the last month and gear up for the big move to Bali
written by  katieandmichael on August 31, 2009 from Tomohon, Indonesia

The bus ride is sometimes as exciting as the destination
Champasak, Laos
From pakse our next move was south, to the small town of Champasek, to see ancient ruins of a temple from the Anchor era. So, as we were heading out of town to the bus station, we saw our bus had already left, and flagged it down as it was going past.
It was the beggining of the rainy season, and a few downpours had already taken thier toll on the unfinished road, that amounted to a wide dirt trail cut between the two small laotion towns. The old bus filled with people, rice, chickens and us was having a hard time with the road and slipped and slid, detoured off of the road and finally met its match with this muddy stretch of road.
We were pulled out in no time by some road construction workers who looked as if the spend as much time pulling people out of the mud as they do finishing the road.
After we reached Champasek, we knew that our time there was limited and went straight to the temple ruins after setting our bags down at the guesthouse.
The old temple was in a wonderfull setting, on top of a big hill and with a rock cliff behind it. From the top of the hill, you could see the lush green land stretching for forever.
The ruins were interesting and it was a peacefull place to walk around.
Also, we ran into our friend Steffan randomly for the fourth time, I think. We only stayed the night in town and pressed forward the next day. Next stop, the 4000 islands.
written by  katieandmichael on May 22, 2009 from Champasak, Laos

Bali
Denpasar, Indonesia
First: I've heard that there was an earthquake in Java. Since we've gotten a couple of messages, I'd like to tell anyone who is worried that we are fine and were nowhere near there. It seems like the news is always saying that something terrible has happened here, and I always feel bad when we get worried e-mails asking if we're okay. It's true that this is a pretty unlucky country, but when you realize how big this place is, you start to see a clearer picture. Indonesia is a massive: 3,200 miles from east to west. To put that in perspective, the widest distance across the continental United States, from the end of Washington State to the southern tip of Florida, is only about 2,900 miles. And just think about how many terrible things (earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes ... ) happen between those borders! So, anyway, no need to worry. Even if you hear news about Bali or Lombok, where we'll be for the next month, keep in mind that those two islands cover huge areas and the chances of us being affected by any disasters are pretty small.
Anyway, on to the blog ...
We arrived here in Kuta Beach, the most popular tourist area in Indonesia, four days ago. The main reason we've stuck around so long is that good intenet connections are easy to come by here and Michael was working out the details of a job (which he got!) starting in November. It's a great oppotunity doing something he loves, and we're both really excited about it. But this is a travel blog, so back to travel ...
Kuta Beach, for all its over-done commercial tackiness (there's a Hard Rock Cafe here - need I say more?) is really a special place. Gamelan music floats out of the tourist shops, and every where you turn you find you're about to step on a tiny little, neatly arranged offering of flower petals, woven palm leaves and, for some reason, they almost always contain a Ritz cracker. The Balinese hand-create these little works of art every single morning to placate the Hindu gods, and they leave them in the middle of roads a footpaths. That they are inevitably trampled doesn't seem to matter. The pervasive but subtle smell of insence - part of the offerings - is inexorably linked to all my mental images of this place.
Kuta is a great place to shop, if you don't mind bargaining, especially for someone like me who can drift around staring at all the beautiful woodcarvings and brightly colored lush-island-style cushions and lamps for hours. It's also a great place to load up on cheap, good-quality black-market DVDs if, you know, you're the sort of person who buys those.
The beach here is nice, and apparently it's great for surfing. But there are so many unrelenting hawkers at the beach that we prefer to stay away. Actually, last night we spent some time there watching the sunset (the only time we've set foot on sand since we arrived here) and were offered everything from soft drinks to a realistic-looking handmade bow and arrow set. I'd love to know how many tourists have actually attempted to bring one of those on a plane.
Anyway, we haven't taken any pictures here. I know, I know, but we've been here before and took plenty of pictures then. Since I'm writing a blog entry, though, and since the connection is amazing right now, I googled and downloaded these pictures to give a better sense of this place.
Next stop, Ubud - cultural mecca of Bali and (for my mom, and anyone else who's read it,) the setting of the "love" section of "Eat, Love, Pray." I went there before and loved it, so I can't wait to see it again!
written by  katieandmichael on September 4, 2009 from Denpasar, Indonesia

... well THAT defeats the purpose a little, don't you think?

Coconut ice cream in a coconut

Shooting on the run

Drenched

Our new Thai food discovery: Tom Ka Gai. Yum Yum Yum.

a Banyan tree - they grow horizontally by sending shoots down from the branches that connect with the ground and make a new mini-trunk. I guess they don't want this one to get any bigger

A shrine and a huge highrise building - an appropriate summary of Bangkok

Cool building we saw from the river taxi

A street near the Mandarin Oriental Hotel

Eating some pad thai for a little less than a dollar from a street vendor

A hilarious woman who sold me a skirt. I think she is deaf, but she was better at communicating than any other Thai person I've met

a tuk-tuk zooming down the street

A street vendor in Chinatown who made some amazing, but very spicy, pork soup

A little stop along the river, when we were in the river taxi

An Irish pub, complete with token red-haired guy

Our tiny (but clean, with SUPER friendly staff) room at our hostel

A pagoda in a little park sanctuary in the middle of the city

Lots of crazy fruit