Tuesday, 10 July 2007

River Kwai - Part 1


This trip was a 2 day tour from Bangkok to Kanchanaburi in eastern Thailand that took in the River Kwai Bridge and the Death Railway. Tried to be a bit more respectful in writing about this as it is a fairly sensitive subject.

Again the background stuff (I know you love to read about or skip). The railway was built from Burma to Thailand during the Japanese World War 2 occupation. It was built by Asian labourers, British, American, Dutch and Australian Prisoners of War interned by the Japanese and were treated extremely inhumanly. About 200,000 Asian and 60,000 Allied POWs worked on the railway. Of these, around 100,000 Asian labourers and 16,000 Allied POWs died as a direct result of the project. Almost 3,000 Australians alone died.

Trying to found out the Thais history in the war is a little difficult. I think most people would think that it sided with the Allies, given the way Japan is portrayed and the various sites dedicated to Allied soldiers I visited. After some investigation (not from the tour guides) I learnt that after a brief fight with the Japanese (a wopping 8 hours in total) the Thais surrendered and allowed Japan passage through its country in exhange for terrorites taken by the French (in Laos and Cambodia). The Thais allied themselves with Japanese for the remainder of the war until almost until the very end and then swapped governments and proclaimed itself an ally of the US (like betting on a horse race and being allowed to change your wager 10m from the finishing post).


The Thai Army most effective weapon (circ.1941)

First stop on the trip was to the JEATH War Museum in Kanchanaburi. JEATH stands for the main combatants involved in WW2 in the area; Japanese, English (anyone of Scottish, Welsh or Irish descent who fought in the war will be glad to know you are classed as “English”), American/Australian (we have to share a letter), Thailand and Holland. The museum, unfortunately, is a woefully bad excuse to commemorate such a significant event. Like many so called tourist attractions in SE Asia, you are prohibited from taking any photos while inside. This might be to protect the intellectual property of the displays or a mark of respect to those it is dedicated to. In this case it is to protect the outside world from seeing for themselves this awful collection of sub-standard displays. There are some relevant photos of POWs and artists impressions of life in the camps and on the railroad construction. These are presented with “information” details put together in such a way that the curator’s office must be staffed by the (now infamous) blind kindergarden kiddies that seem so influential in any work of major importance in Asia. The information ranges from being inaccurate, poorly written or misspelt rendering it incomprehensible. Displays put together with all the care and visual attraction of an amphetamine addicts attempt at finger-painting. A lot of the “artifacts” are photocopies of foreign newspaper articles that have been stuck on the wall. I understand that a lot of the museum is put together by local Thais where English is not their first language and it might be a bit thoughtless of me to be so critical of their efforts, but I can imagine the outrage in Australia if a similar museum was built dedicated to another nation that was so poorly put together. The second photo of the fake guard tower (one of the few I was allowed to take) offers some good advice to anyone thinking of visiting this place.


After exiting the museum there is a fairly flash statue dedicated to a Japanese soldier Takashi Nagase, the only such monument at the place. He worked as an interrupter during the construction of the Death Railway. He apparently had a change of heart once the Japanese lost the war and remained in Thailand, became a Buddhist monk and set up a peace foundation that assisted in setting up the museum. There were a number of elderly tourists at the museum from Australia, England, Europe and US, some I imagine were veterans themselves and I suppose the museum has attracted a lot of them over the years. Anyone who has ever listened to the RSL’s Bruce Ruxton or has met a veteran of the Japanese theatre of war will know that they do not regard the Japanese fondly. Imagine the reaction of elderly gentlemen such as these who come to this place, endure the poor excuse of a memorial to their sacrifices and then are confronted by the only decently constructed thing in the place which turns out to be a dedication to the enemy! (How about we erect a statue of Osama Bin Laden at the World Trade Center site). Found out later that this poor effort of a place has received some criticism and a new (and improved) museum has been built. Asking the tour operator why don’t they go there instead was advised that the JEATH Museum was cheaper and people don’t spend much time viewing the attractions (surprise) and therefore the tour doesn’t fall behind the schedule.



After the disappointment of the “museum” we moved on to the Kanchanaburi War Cemetery where things improved dramatically. This is the site were all the Allied POWs that died on the railway were eventually laid to rest. It is an immaculately kept and presented place and is much more befitting place to remember the young men who died in this war. There are over 8,000 graves here separated into sections depending on the soldiers’ nationality. The Australian section is quite large and really demonstrates what a significant contribution such a small (population–wise) country made to the conflict in the area. It also is very moving to wander along the tombstones that detail the soldiers’ name, what unit they belonged to, when they died and most sadly the soldiers’ age which in most cases was in the early 20s. The cemetery is really well maintained but discovered this is only due to the fact, like a lot of foreign war graves, they are funded not by the local country but by the respective governments of the dead. At least the Thais do a good job to honour this.



A number of the dead were never identified and the soldiers were either cremated and buried together in the monument below or were accorded their own grave stating only that the soldier was from the Allies and “Known unto God”. While wandering around a came across this grave of a J R Carr in the English section. I did a bit of searching on the internet and I found out only that his name was John Richard Carr, originally from Manchester. Don’t know if related, but it was a little eerie to come across this and very sad to find his age was only 26 (I know when I was 26 I had trouble scratching my arse let alone anything dealing with anything more difficult). Very sobering experience.



Next, on to the actual River Kwai (or Kwae) Bridge that was made famous due to its bombing by the Americans (just as much by the movie “Bridge on the River Kwai). I remember watching the movie as a kid some time ago (and like all Asian tourist sites, if there is a movie tie-in you can be sure that the DVD is on sale at a near-by stall). I pictured the Bridge to be a lot bigger structure, again the influence of the movie. Found out the movie was shot in Sri Lanka and (obviously) the movie Bridge was “Hollywood-ed Up” to make it more impressive. Still. The Bridge and Railway was originally bombed but has been re-built as a lot of the railway is still used by tourists and locals. The movie only showed a couple of carefully targeted bombs that blew it up. In fact they dropped a shit load of bombs hoping one would hit it. They’ve recovered a lot of them and this photo shows one which I’ve been assured has been de-fused (though typical Thai safety standards are pretty free and easy so I didn’t have the courage to start tapping on this thing).



It only takes about 5 minutes to walk one way across the Bridge (again my movie induced impression was shattered) and only about five people wide. It is a fairly solid structure considering the conditions it was built under. The tourist guides point out that for each sleeper on the railroad a POW died. The men were worked to death under terrible conditions, being starved and beaten by the Japanese prison guards. They would literally drop like flies while it was constructed.



Paid a local vendor to take my photo and you can see why so few photos of me have been exhibited (you can see why these people sell t-shirts for a living and not a more complex profession). Had hoped to get a shot with the Bridge in the background while I posed next to an unexploded bomb. Managed to get most of the Bridge in, everything below my forehead (shame, my do was looking great that day) and something that may be a bomb or could be a bus. The local stall sold a t-shirt proudly proclaiming the local attractions, with a Thomas the Tank like picture with the title “THE DEATH RAILWAY”. Typical of tourist attractions, almost anything that the locals can add the prefix “Death” to they will.



To be continued...

Aussie Pride

One thing that occurs when overseas and meeting other nationalities is the discussion of politics and Australia's unfortunate image as seen through our current Prime Minister Johnnie Howard. Either little is known of him despite being PM for 10 years (the Mr Sheen comparison seems the best way to describe him physically) or that he is Bush's lapdog in regards to international affairs. Either way there ain't much to be proud of in our head of government.


This Mr Sheen ....................................not this Mr Sheen

I do hark back for a time when our PM was a definite character who had a bit of balls and whether you liked him or not, he was funny at least. The following is an article from the The Age newspaper about Tony Blair's media advisor's recent memoir, in particular his meeting with then PM Paul Keating.


Keating offered Blair tips on handling Murdoch
London

July 10, 2007 -

http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/im-paul-keating-now-f-off/2007/07/10/1183833444241.html

(Rather then wade through the article) the funniest bit was a discussion about Keating's future:


There was also discussion about Mr Keating's future, with his then media adviser, Greg Turnbull, telling Mr Campbell if Mr Keating won the 1996 federal election he would quit a year later. "Paul Keating said when he was out of office he planned to have an answering machine with the message: 'You have reached the office of ex-prime minister Paul Keating. Now f*** off and leave me alone'," Campbell wrote.

On Paul I do miss you...





Monday, 9 July 2007

Not on Previous Post

Blogger is crap.

After about an hour and an half of uploading photos for the previous Post (River Kwai) all the photos have "disappeared". The so called Help Centre for the site has numerous complaints about it for weeks but it seems little is done about it.

When or if the site is fixed i will re-attach the photos (that is if the entire blog hasn't disappeared)

Thanks and sorry.

Update (10 July) - Have re-attached the photos for the River Kwai post and they appear as the 2 most recent. blogger.com is still crap and very awkward to use with its many faults and errors (please forward liable action to this website)

Sunday, 8 July 2007

Asian Cup - "Oman that was crap"

Unable to find a TV that was showing the Oman (what is an Oman?) Vs Australia game in the Asian Cup despite being in the very area that is called Asia. Resorted to viewing a game stat feed via the internet. For a game that scores so infrequently, this is very boring way to watch a game. The only interesting details were:
Oman 1 - Australia 1 (Goals: '32 B. Al-Maimani, '90+1 T. Cahill)



Looking to travel to Bangkok from Luang Prabang to see if i can see the Australia vs either the Iraq or Thailand game later this week. Hopefully the result is a little better

Completely unrelated, while waiting for the stats to update I stumbled across the Simpsons website where you can create your own Simpson character (yes I am struggling to fill in my days), see if you recognise the below:



Saturday, 7 July 2007

Milestone


Fast approaching 100 hits by visitors to the blog. I am a little excited and amazed (given I think I only know about 50 people all up). Crowds are already anticipating the forthcoming event as witnessed in streets all around the world. Keep an eye on the ticker on the right hand side to ensure you witness the event (I've been logging on to kick the thing over).
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No new posts last few days as the blogger.com site is really very crap and seems to be shitting itself at the moment. Cannot upload my own photos and have difficulty posting any text. This post alone represents 1/2 hour (didn't say I say patient or persistent) of trying. This whole blog may die in the ass if not sorted out (can hear the cries of anguish from you all).

Sunday, 1 July 2007

Dropping by Angkor - Part 2

On to the mother of all temples, the huge Angkor Wat. Built in the 12th century as a state capital for the Angkor Empire and a temple to the Hindu god Vishnu. It is the world’s largest religious monument (eat shit Vatican City). This place is massive and most impressive; stunning, breath-taking, amazing (word count has amazing at 13 so far this post), but all the descriptions in the world couldn’t sum up this place. Spent most of the afternoon exploring this place. Prior to getting here I was wilting a bit with the heat and the number of places we had visited and was hoping that either we could skip something or finish early, but I’m glad that I persisted. The Wat is surrounded by a huge man-made moat that can only be crossed at 2 bridges. The Wat outer wall covers an area of 2km by 1.5km. Felt like I was in some ancient Asian movie epic as we crossed (most likely one of the guys that dies early storming the gate). Those 9-headed najas were guarding the entrance as you approach the main wall gate.



Inside the outer walls is a huge field with the Wat temple at its centre. This field used to contain a whole city with markets, libraries, shops, barracks and other associated people and buildings. There are still a number of small buildings that remain in the field but most of what was there is long gone. The original religion of the Empire was Hindu which came from India but after a while Buddhism became dominate. This statue is of the Hindu god Vishnu at the main entrance and there is a respective statue of Buddha at the rear entrance which still receives offerings today from the local Cambodians.


Approaching the central sanctuary of the Wat. On entering, we passed another bas-relief of a ‘dancing girl’ where Widget couldn’t resist telling another story. He asked us to inspect the engraving, the size of the main figure is about half the size of a real person. He asked us to look closely at the breasts off the dancing girl and to take note that they had worn down a lot more then other parts of the figure. Widget, fighting back fits of laughter, advised for good luck in the bedroom that Khmer/Cambodian men will fondle the figure’s breasts. Therefore over a period of centuries the poor girl’s tits have almost faded away (a combination of an ancient Angkor version of a lap-dance and Viagra). Widget tells me that he has had some luck as a result of the stone fondle. I don’t ask whether he incorporates the same procedure with his prospective roots. Back to the aura of history.


Inside the central sanctuary is a third enclosure that contains the 600m long and 2 m high narrative bas-relief which depicts 2,000 figures. Its tells the story of a great Hindu epic “Somethingoranother” which my guide book goes on and on about over 23 pages discussing in detail each panel that I decided not to read (sorry). But really the relief is truly amazing (14) and the detail has to be seen to be believed. The photos don’t do justice to it, but you can just stare at this wall for hours. In the photo the far figure is the famous Widget (thankfully the photo doesn’t do justice to him either).



Further inside is the central pavilion of the Wat which contains the upper levels and towers. You can climb up to the towers by the same ancient steps the Angkors built (they either had remarkably small feet or the builders lacked a decent measuring tape). Getting up is very precarious and worse coming down, sure that a number of tourists have gone arse over tit scaling the thing. Once up top, you can view the whole Angkor area and beyond. The 5 towers of the Wat can be accessed here but was told by Widget (who didn’t come up to the upper level) “don’t go in the central tower, you die.”





Finally, after descending and exiting the Wat’s central sanctuary, our group stroll out to the main field and take the typically tourist photo shot of the Wat in front of a small lake. Despite my presence, I couldn’t distract from the magnificence of the temple. The smile on my face is due to Widget, who is taking the photo, asking me if there were any dirty pictures on my camera that he could have a look at (“I like white girls”). Great note to end the trip on. Certainly the highlight of trip so far.

Fin.

Saturday, 30 June 2007

Dropping by Angkor - Part 1

A little background; Angkor is the ancient Empire of the Khmer people, what Cambodians refer to themselves. Between roughly 8th century and 14th century this empire dominated most of the region. They were considered much advanced in culture and economy. But they dropped off the scene for some reason (something to do with the prick neighbors if you ask the locals) and all that is left is the collection of buildings that once was the centre of their world. The site is so important to the country they popped it on the middle of their flag.

Tour group consisting Cameron (Kiwi of Chinese descent thus the locals looked at him suspiciously in case he took off and raided something) and I started off in our transport which now was reduced to a four door sedan as the bus was overkill. The Angkor site is only about 10 minutes from the town of Siem Reap but the various monuments cover a large area. We started at Angkor Thom which is on a site over 9sqkm which has a huge moat and wall that encloses the area. Within the site are a number of other significant temples, palaces, libraries and terraces. The first couple of photos are taken at the main gate or entrance to Angkor Thom (if you look closely at the group (??) shot you can make out an elephant’s arse (some lards won’t even walk around the sites but jump out of their bus and straight onto the animal). Widget (tour guide) explains the figures are half gods (shown) and half demons that are having a tug-o-war with a huge seven headed naga (snake) that results in the spewing up of something with immortality in it. This tug-o-war takes place around a huge mountain and is a Hindu creation myth called the Churning of the Sea of Milk and is the first and last detailed explanation Widget told me that I bothered to remember. It only got hotter and sweatier from here and my brain was not accepting any new facts. Plus all the talk of spewing up and churning made me a little queasy.



The most amazing detail has gone into each building and hand craved statue which is hard to pick up in the photos. Came across this site, with the modern crane and construction site, that to me that looked like they were building a new temple. I asked our guide if this place is as old as he claims or are you just making up this ancient Khmer empire stuff? “No no! Just fixing her up” A lot of the sites are between 800-1,200 years old and though most are intact, a lot of them are starting to weather a little. There are a lot of projects undertaken by the (bastard) French and Chinese with the Cambodians to restore the sites or at least reinforce the foundations. The Australia Government also wanted to fund a similar project but pulled out when it was discovered that the Angkor Empire never built any pubs.


Still in Angkor Thom is the Leper King Terrace which is one of a number of similar terraces that make up the Royal Square. It has hundreds of carved figures which this photo is probably an example of one of the worst (Editors Note – employ professional photographer for next trip or at least a monkey that can use its thumb). This figure plus the statue in the wide shot (bottom right corner with its head decapitated) depicts an Angkor king that had leprosy (wow, how’d they come up with the name…). His face is disfigured, some demon/s plotted his down fall and he doesn’t have a pee-pee (not much was going for this poor prick). Learnt later that a number of these reliefs and statues are not the original as a lot have over the years been knocked off to be sold on the black market, mainly in Bangkok. Some of the damage is quite crude and a real shame (a real shame that I wasn’t going back to Bangkok so I could buy some).



Again, still in Angkor Thom (big, bloody place) is the Royal Palace and Phimeanakas which took from the 11th century to the 16th century to build and rebuild due to the fussy kings who kept changing the place (desperately needed an Angkor “Backyard Blitz” this lot). Guide tried to inform us that one king used to sleep every night in this palace with a 9-headed naga (snake) in the form of a woman or a woman in the form of a 9-headed naga. I’m still not certain which one he meant, but it was developing that each site had some x-rated story which Widget told along with fits of giggling (looking back now, I think everything he told he was a load of crap and the giggling was his reaction to me swallowing it all). This place isn’t as impressive as most of the other sites as it was made mainly of perishable materials that have since eroded.



Still in Angkor Thom (yes, still) is the Bayon. This temple is amazing (truly), something like 40 towers that ascend to create the peak with each tower having 4 carved faces pointing out to every direction. Inside is a complex maze of rooms which thousands of bas-reliefs of daily Angkor life, battles with the Cham (ancient Vietnamese knobs), legends of Hindu/Buddhism and naughty boy stories that our guide can never let pass without explanation. (If you asking at this point, “Gee your memory for details is good despite your earlier admission?” I will admit that I am referring to a guide book I purchased while there, otherwise I wouldn’t have a clue about the difference between an Angkor temple and a KFC drive-thru.)


This is an excellent example of a bas-relief from the Bayon, a dancing apsaras (celestial dancers for the gods and would also root the kings) on an outer gallery column. This is where the guide book has come in handy and has shown up our ‘imaginative’ guide Widget. I asked Widget what the holes around the figure were and he advised “Bullet holes. Civil war. Khmer Rouge. Bad people.” The book, contrary to Widget’s more dramatic explanation, states that the holes were there as a means to carry the stone block by the original builders and that in fact, during the terrible conflict that lasted 25 years up until 1993, all sides respected the Angkor sites for fear of pissing off the population (planning a civil suit against Widget for the $10 I paid him for the tour plus emotional damages).



Finally got out of Angkor Thom (big wasn’t it) and next came Ta Prohm which was a monastery but has slowly been destroyed by silk cotton trees that have grown amongst the buildings. Some of the trees are 500-800 years old and in some places have completely taking over structures. It has an eerie feeling to the place and is quite dark compared to the other sites due to the canopy of trees that cover the temple. (Again the guide book…) The Angkor sites were abandoned for centuries by the Khmers (not sure why, they just couldn’t be bothered) and it wasn’t till 1863 that a (bastard) Frenchman “discovered” the temples and aroused interest in them. Since then a lot of wok has gone into restoring them but this site was deliberately left in its original state to show the condition of the sites after being re-claimed. The most informative fact our guide provided was that a scene from “Lara Croft – Tomb Raider” with Angelie Jolie was filmed here (shame she didn’t adopt Widget).



Lunch and a drink was had while being harassed by the sellers from the local market. A lot of things with Angkor emblazoned on them. These hawkers are the most insistent of any of the countries I’ve visited but also quite funny. One little bloke (couldn’t be more then 8) tried to sell me postcards (which I already had bought elsewhere) for the entire duration of the lunch. He wasn’t really annoying and padded his pleas with questions about “where you from? do you have a car? do you know Angelie Jolie? why are you so fat?” I did buy his postcards in the end only if he could get some stamps as well. Gave him the money for the cards and additional stamps which he agreed to go fetch. Never saw him again (hope a land mine got him).

On to Srah Srang or Royal Bath is a huge (1km by 0.5km) man made lake or bath that was for the exclusive use of the king alone. He would take a swim watched by servants, where he could chose a number of small islands in the middle to take a kip on. You can’t have a dip in the water today either because the quality of the water is a hazard to your health (and anyway, is being used by my hotel to fill the complimentary drinking water bottles).

To be continued.