Sunday, 25 December 2011


Seen in Siem Reap: Transporting blocks of ice with a bicycle:

Cambodian Santa Claus

Seen in Siem Reap: Cambodian Santa Claus.
Not really very convincing to be honest..

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Big fat Buddha

Seen at Angkor National Museum in Siem Reap:
This Buddha is so fat that even the ox pulling him appears to have a hard time

Animal carving

Seen at Siem Reap, Cambodia:

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Cambodian fish spa

Seen in Siem Reap: a fish massage with a no piranha guarantee.
Price for a 15 min. try is $1,- including a free coke or beer.
The fish called Garra rufa and fish spa's originate from Turkey but are now popular all over the world.
Personally I wouldn't recommend Cambodia's fish spa's; the basins look dirty with possible health risks involved and the fish are quite big, probably because the're imported '2nd hand' from Thailand.
Also most of the time the're not very active like the small ones in Thailand.

Friday, 9 December 2011

The Tsunami ghosts of Khao Lak

During the Tsunami in 2004 Khao Lak, Phang Nga was hit the hardest in Thailand. According to Wikipedia,  the final death toll was over 4000, with local unofficial estimates topping 10,000 due to the lack of accurate government censuses and the mere fact that the Burmese population were not documented or recognized as legal residents. Bhumi Jensen, grandson of King Bhumipol also died here while jet-skiing.
When we stayed in the newly built small touristic area, the memories of the Tsunami were clearly more present than in any other place in Thailand we had been. We heard several stories from the Tsunami as if it happened last year. Also there were an high amount of ghost stories going around.
We heard from the nightguard that last year a guest standing in the night on the balcony had seen and heard lots of people enjoying in the bamboo restaurant near the beach. The place is always very quiet and closed at night and the guard confirmed there had been no special party or such.
On the first day we had been there once and somehow we didn't feel very comfortable, but rather a bit eerie, eventhough I didn't have the Tsunami in mind and am not superstitious. Later I talked with a Swedish woman and she felt the same, so like us she didn't go there anymore. Polly as a Thai is very superstious and claims to have seen a ghost at our balcony. (While I was away ofcourse.) As a result she didn't want to be alone in the room anymore.
Below are some offerings in our room for the spirits:

The Fanta and Chuba Chup are intended as a gift to the children who died here

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Hotel California (alternative lyrics)

Hotel California (alternative lyrics)

In a dark downtown sidestreet, warm wind in my hair
The sickly smell of sewage, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I heard a vague sound
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for a round
There she stood in the opening;
I heard the ringing of the bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be heaven but goin' to cost me a hell.."
Then she said: "take a seat first" and poured me a beer
There were voices down the place,
I thought I heard them cheer...

Why we have to keep lis'ning to Hotel California
It's a lovely song (such a lovely song)
But this much is wrong (this much is wrong)
Plenty of playtime for Hotel California
Any time of year, you can hear it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty girls, who pretend to be friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance for you to remember, but I want to forget

So I yelled to the bargirl,
"Please choose a song of mine"
She said, "We didn't play another record here since nineteen seventy nine"
And at night I heard the same music from far away,
Waking up in the middle of the night
Just to hear myself say...

Why I have to keep lis'ning to Hotel California
It's a lovely song (such a lovely song)
But this much is wrong (this much is wrong)
Now my life revolves around Hotel California
It's of no surprise (no surprise)
I believed in paradise

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink shots with ice
And she said: "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And upstairs in her chamber,
We gathered for the feast
Once you're hit by her fire
You're caught by the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man,
We are programmed to receive
You can checkout any time you like,
But the song will never leave!


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