A glimpse of life at Wat Opot

May I come in?

Miss Srey Nith is at the door. Or maybe it’s Mr Wey, Virak or Heng. Or actually – maybe it’s all of them at once. They all want to come in to the preschool/playroom, but they won’t enter until they’ve been given the nod and “yes, you may” from their teacher. Apart from two baby girls, these are the youngest children at WatOpot. When the older kids go to school every morning, these little one’s stay behind and do their ABC’s, their puzzles, draw, and play. Now and then you’ll hear enthusiastic outbursts of “D for DOLPHIN!”, “I for ICE CREAM!”, “J for JELLY!”… They know their English alphabet well.

It’s easy to feel at home at Wat Opot – the children come and sit on your lap, or invite you to play with them, even before knowing your name. And I don’t think I’ve ever been so impressed  by any people I’ve known. Some of these children have gone through more at the age of 5 than I have experienced my whole life. They are amazingly independent, because they have to be. There are so many strong characters in this little community, who deserve all the possibilities in the world. But they have to fight for it so much more than many others.  Continue reading

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Sunrise at Phnom Chiso

I think the tuk-tuk is my favourite mode of transportation. Forget buses and trains – I’d like to ride in a small carriage behind a ‘moto’. Really, how can it get any better? Sure, you’ll probably get covered in dust, but that’s a small price to pay for getting to sit in this small carriage, driving through the Cambodian countryside, the wind in your hair on a hot day. Perfect.

After having spent one day in Phnom Penh, a tuk-tuk-driver named Mr. Huit took me to the Wat Opot Children’s Community in the Takeo province. You can check out the place and the awesome things being done there right here. But I’m still going to tell you a bit about it.

There are currently 59 children at Wat Opot, ranging from 1 and a half to 18 years old. Many are infected with HIV/AIDS, and many have also lost their parents to the disease. They all live together in this small community in rural Cambodia as one big family. They go to school, they play, they tease each other, they sing – there’s always something going on.

Arriving in the afternoon, I didn’t meet most of the children until the evening. Every night at 6.30 there’s meditation. When everyone’s had their dinner and medicine has been given, we all gather to calm down, breathe in and breathe out, and sing. We the volunteers sit at the front, facing the children. Sitting still isn’t always easy for everyone, but most of the time it works quite well. And when we’re done they all get a snack, the music changes, and they jump up and dance. It was a very nice welcome to Wat Opot.

The next morning I and a few other volunteers woke up at 4.30am to go and see the sunrise at a small mountain, about 130 metres high. It’s a 3km walk from Wat Opot, and it was slightly unnerving walking through the villages in the dark with lost of dogs barking angrily at us. But they were probably more scared than us, and they didn’t do us any harm.

Steps have been built to walk up the mountain, but we lost count as to how many there were (or maybe we didn’t really try a all). Phnom Chiso is an historical site located in the Sia village. The lovely temple on the mountaintop was built in the early 11th century by King Suryavarman I (AD 1002-1050). The Phnom Chiso Pagoda was built in 1917, destroyed by war during the 1970s, and rebuilt in 1979. It’s a perfect place to see the sun rise over the flat landscape of the surrounding areas, while hearing the early morning announcements from a village nearby. And, if getting chased by a monkey is your thing, then this is the place to be. Just don’t point a stick at him.

Sunrise at Phnom Chiso

Crazy monkey

A beautiful way to get to know a beautiful country.

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Hanoi

In case you were wondering – I did do more than trying to cross the street during my week in Hanoi.

I stayed at the Hanoi Backpackers’ Hostel at Ma May in the Old Quarter – it’s run by a couple of Australian guys, and they’ve got another one in Hanoi and one in Hue, a smaller Vietnamese city further south. The one at Ma May has 5 floors, with a bar downstairs and a lounge on the top floor. Free wifi and a light breakfast. All in all, a pretty cool place to start out, with friendly staff and lots of information on transport and other useful stuff. It’s also a nice place to hang out and relax before the jet lag wears off and the culture shock diminishes. They also do a free guided walking tour every morning at 10, which is a great way to meet other travelers and to get to know the city a bit better (including the art of getting across the street alive). Our guide took us to a local temple, the main market, and introduced us to some local street food. Like duck fetus, with a tad of salt – how’s that for breakfast?

The Old Quarter area of Hanoi is, according to Lonely Planet, the city’s ‘historic heart’. Its streets are narrow and chaotic, and even though it might be hard to get a good look at the surroundings while having to jump away from honking mopeds every five seconds, it’s worth it to raise your glance – there’s a lot of old architecture hiding among the chaos. Another curious thing are all the gigantic trees along the busiest roads, crammed in between houses and power lines nearly touching the ground. I saw some guys from a power company trying to sort something out one day, and I really sympathized with them – it’s got to take them ages to figure out which line to fix, they’re all tangled up. There are more than 50 streets in today’s Old Quarter (as opposed to the original 36), and most of them are called Hang (‘merchandise’) followed by the name of the product that was originally sold on that street – like ca (‘fish’) and gai (‘silk’).

Exploring the area on foot is the best way, though this does mean walking in the street. The sidewalks are usually packed with mopeds or people eating, either sitting on the ground or at small plastic tables. Even so, walking among the traffic is fine once you get the hang of it, and it’s easy to explore the whole city like this as the center’s not very big.

Hanoi served as the capital of French Indochina from 1902 to 1953, and was named the capital of Vietnam in 1945. It was heavily bombed during the Vietnam War. In the Army Museum they have many weapons on display, including French and American aircrafts that were shot down by the Vietnamese. There are also a lot of very good photographs. If you feel like doing some exercise you can climb up the Flag Tower – it gives a pretty good view of the museum and the surrounding area. Also, if you’d like a picture with one of the soldiers parading the grounds, you don’t have to ask twice. Not even once, actually – one will multiply into fifty in about two seconds if you hang around with a camera in your hand (I have a feeling this might only apply to girls, though..).

I decided to spend one day outside the city, and went on a day trip to the Ninh Binh region. It’s about 2 hours south of the city. First, we went to Hoa Lu – the first capital of Vietnam. Mountains surround the temples, which makes up for the fact that most of the old citadel is in ruins. Even though our guide for the day seemed more intent on making jokes that created oh-so-many awkward silences and pretending that every girl on the bus was his girlfriend than actually telling us about the place, it was a fun day. After Hoa Lu we went on to Tam Coc – a tiny village surrounded by huge limestone formations and rice paddies. Very beautiful. We went on a rowboat ride down the Ngo Dong River, through three caves: Hang Ca, Hang Giua, and Hang Cuoi. There were lots of other people doing the same thing – its a popular tourist destination. But it was still cool. Some of the local rowers used their feet to propel the oars – I wonder how many times a day they go back and forth, every ride takes about 2 hours. Making conversation with them was difficult as their English was limited, and my Vietnamese is nonexistent.

Back in Hanoi, I set out to see one of the places I’d read about before arriving – the Temple of Literature. It’s an enormous complex, founded in 1070 by Emperor Ly Thanh Tong, dedicated to Confucius. It’s 5000 dong to enter – that’s about 25 cents. The first university of Vietnam was established here, and since 1442 students from all over the nation could be accepted to study literature and poetry. It really is a beautiful place – very peaceful and the architecture’s stunning! And it’s a nice break from the hustle and bustle of The streets of Hanoi.

Across the street from the Temple of Literature is KOTO (Know One Teach One). This cafe/restaurant/bar is the result of a very successful not-for-profit project, founded by Jimmy Pham. The project provides career training and guidance to disadvantaged kids, and, unfortunately, Hanoi has a lot of them. But with all the staff here being graduates of the training program (and all doing a very good job), this project provides hope that things can get better. And the food is absolutely amazing!!

Those who are in Vietnam still will soon celebrate Tet – the lunar new year. This year is the year of the dragon, and I saw lots of people preparing for it while I was there, decorating shops and streets with flowers. Maybe I’ll go back one day and celebrate with them, but now I’ve moved on to Cambodia where I’ll spend the coming weeks. I actually didn’t think I’d make it to the Hanoi airport alive yesterday – it was early and dark, but the streets were still full of cars, mopeds, cyclists, and pedestrians. And the taxi driver seemed intent on risking his life every five seconds. I still don’t understand how we didn’t crash. But we made it, and that was the end of my stay in Vietnam for now.

Best of luck to everyone in the dragon year – chuc mung nam moi !

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The traffic of Hanoi

I am now in Hanoi – the capital of Vietnam. A few days ago, I left a beautiful winter morning in Norway and got on a plane, heading east. It’s funny, isn’t it – you don’t fully appreciate how amazing home is unless you’re leaving it, or coming back after a long time away. When you’re there, it’s just ordinary.

Hanoi is not ordinary, at least not to me. Having spent only one day here so far, the thing that has been in focus more than anything is the traffic – it’s incredible!
I am completely amazed that I haven’t seen anyone crash yet. It has to happen very often. But then again, everyone seems so used to the chaos, and they somehow know how to maneuver themselves around, without any set rules whatsoever. MANY mopeds, carrying the strangest things, like giant aquariums, with fish and all. There are traffic lights here and there, but no one really cares much about them. Most of the time everyone drives in the direction that they can be bothered to drive in. The horn is constantly in use, especially as a sort of signal: Here I come, so don’t move!
Crossing the streets of Hanoi, therefore, takes some practice. Actually, just walking in the capital is a challenging activity. The sidewalks are also full of mopeds, either parked or moving, so you have no choice but to walk on the road itself. This seems to be especially challenging in the Old Quarter. The trick, though dangerous it might sound, is to walk into the street, slowly, but determined. By all means, don’t run, and don’t stop, unless a truck suddenly appears out of nowhere. The mopeds and cars just drive around you, and you’re fine. But it takes some getting used to…

And after one day spent in the capital, I am somewhat used to it already. Though without a map, I would be lost within the first 2 minutes. So the traffic took most of my attention this first day – I’ll explore some more tomorrow.

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Heading off

In a few days my adventure starts.

This blog is finally going to serve its true purpose. It’ll be my place to write about all the things I experience along the way (or at least the most amazing one’s), and some pictures will pop up now and then.

Vietnam, here I come!

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Preparing for travel

In 7 weeks my travels have already started. First stop is Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia, countries which I have never been to before. And now I’m going there on my own.

I’m watching documentaries, I’m reading Lonely Planet-guides, I’m getting vaccinations, I’m getting visas sorted – there’s a lot to take care of. But I don’t mind – preparing for something this awesome is always worthwhile. Continue reading

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Travelling is living

Un hombre necesita viajar. Por sus propios medios, no por las historias, las imágenes, los libros ni la televisión. Por su propio, con sus ojos y pies, para entender lo que él es. Para algún día plantar sus propios árboles y les dar algún valor. Para saber que es el frío para gozar del calor. Para sentirse que es la distancia y la falta del refugio para estar bien bajo su propio techo. Un hombre necesita viajar a sitios que él no conoce para romper esta arrogancia que nos hace ver el mundo como nosotros lo imaginamos, y no simplemente como es o puede ser. La arrogancia que nos hace maestros y doctores en lo que nunca hemos visto, cuando deberíamos ser sólo principiantes, y simplemente ir verlo.

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The end of summer

My stay in Lofoten is coming to an end. I’ve had an amazing time, and I will definitely come back one day to explore it even more.

I’ve made a little video of some of the photos I’ve taken while living here. Took me ages to choose which one’s to use, and it’s still quite long. If I was to pick one experience as the most memorable one, I think I’d go with seeing the midnight sun at Utakleiv beach. I can’t even begin to describe how awesome that was. Actually, anything south of Leknes is worth exploring. It’s not that Svolvær and Henningsvær aren’t cool too, but the further out you go on the Lofoten islands, the more rugged the landscape becomes, and it just gets more and more exciting. The towns are tiny (and most of them will smell strongly of stockfish), but their surroundings are like nothing else I’ve ever seen, especially the combination of beaches and mountains. The people are friendly, but at the same time very direct. If there’s something on their mind, they’ll tell you. I’ve learned some funny local expressions on the way. Translating them to English might not work too well, but one example is “Tarzan-attic”. This means a gym. Don’t ask where that’s come from, I have no idea. I should go up to a local before I leave and ask for the nearest Tarzan-attic. I’d love it if they’d answer as if that’s a perfectly normal question. Continue reading

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Everyone is really from Lofoten

I’ve now spent nearly two months in Lofoten, and here’s a list of some quirky things I’ve seen or heard so far:

That dried fish heads, in large quantities, are every year exported to Africa.

That one guy in Ballstad has a Californian license plate pinned to his garage door.

That another one still has christmas decorations in the window.

That my colleague from Estonia thinks it’s awesome that Norwegians actually eat the brown cheese – that it’s not just something we give tourists, assuring them it’s a traditional thing.

That one man tried to convince another that human beings originate from Lofoten, and if anyone ever tells you it’s Africa, they’re wrong! Continue reading

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Tonight, the streets are filled with love

This is what Haakon said, our Crown Prince, to the 200.000 people in the centre of Oslo tonight. They had, like people all over the country, gathered to remember those lost on Friday, and mourn with their loved one’s.

These were his words:

Tonigh the streets are filled with love. We have chosen to meet the gruesome with closeness. We have chosen to meet hatred with unity. We have chosen to show what we stand for.

Norway is a country in mourning. We think about everyone who has lost someone, those who are missing someone, all those who made an heroic effort to save lives and restore our safety. And about our leaders, who have been put to the test these past few days. Those who were on Utøya and in the government buildings were the target of the terror, but it affects us all. Vividly and terribly we have seen how big the consequences of an individual’s actions can be. At the same time it shows that it matters what attitudes each and every one of us possess – what we choose to build our lives on. And how we choose to use it in the best way possible for each other and the society we live in. After July 22 we can never again allow ourselves to think that our opinions and attitudes are insignificant. Continue reading

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