<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36379542</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:49:26.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trips</title><subtitle type='html'>We love to travel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36379542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshoestrings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13085247430945986437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36379542.post-4105705683966308712</id><published>2008-12-17T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:52:46.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang to Guilin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SXBqo7ysrBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lA2d5xheYFA/s1600-h/tripmap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SXBqo7ysrBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lA2d5xheYFA/s400/tripmap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291846813637979154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWVRgc3ISRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8SAGVNgRkCg/s1600-h/tripa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWVRgc3ISRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8SAGVNgRkCg/s200/tripa1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288722955361601810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penang to Guilin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess maybe it's in us. We just love to travel. It's in our blood. We planned since last year for this trip, an overland trip northwards from Penang to China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me, Eunice and Jeremy at the Penang ferry terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, just for the record. Jeremy is turning 6 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little more than 1 month to go, he is already asking for his presents. Happy Birthday Jeremy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your info, this trip is your present....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is a rough outline of our route:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penang -- &gt; Bangkok --&gt; Siem Reap --&gt; Phnom Penh --&gt; Saigon   --&gt;Hanoi--&gt;Guilin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our journey starts with warm weather during the first few cities and gradually gets quite chilly as we move up northwards. We anticipated it, and we were right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have 2 backpacks and a school bag, Jeremy's school bag. Our bags are not big, so we really stuff and stuff them. It's pack, repack.. take out this , remove that.. and stuff again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really not easy. We brought just enough clothes and we did our laundry at every opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drawing board..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MALAYSIA (1 DAY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 Nov 2pm&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Leave Penang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAILAND (2 DAYS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 Nov 11am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Arrive Bangkok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 Nov 5.55am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Leave Bangkok for Aranyaprathet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAMBODIA (4 DAYS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 Nov 11.35am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Arrive Aranyprathet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Tuk-tuk to Rongklua market(Thai Imigration)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Cambodia Imigration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Take goverment bus to Transport Depot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Taxi to Siem Reap( USD45, 4 hours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- eta Siem Reap, evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 Nov &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Siem Reap Tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 Nov&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, boat or bus (6 hrs, 300Km)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 Nov evening  - Arrive Phnom Penh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 Nov&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Tour Phnom Penh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIETNAM ( 5 DAYS )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 Nov 7.30am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Bus to Ho Chi Minh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- eta Ho Chi Minh 2pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29 Nov&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Tour Ho Chi Minh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29 Nov 11pm&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- SE4 train to Hanoi (USD62)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 Nov&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Eta Hanoi 4.30am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Tour Hanoi **possible train to Nanning, 6.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHINA (7DAYS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Bus to Nanning (USD16), push on to Guilin if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Nanning to Guilin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Train to Guilin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Tour Guilin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Train To Guangzhou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Train to Hangzhou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9  Dec&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Eta Hangzhou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay and fly back to KL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22/11/2008 (Day 1 , Penang to Bangkok) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out with a high spirit. There is a lot of ground to cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I first told Eunice about our plan, she was more worried than excited I could tell. Later she said, she'll let me do all the worrying. It's a dad's job. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does long journey with plenty of uncertainties look like? adventure! We're adventures junkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i_see_my_path-but_i_don-t_know_where_it_leads-not/153191.html"&gt;I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to &lt;b&gt;travel&lt;/b&gt; it.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as3.gif" title="Author Popularity 6/10" alt="" align="middle" width="11" height="9" /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/rosalia_de_castro/"&gt;Rosalia de Castro quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We carried a bag each, and a bag full of goodies for the ride to bangkok. Our good friend, uncle Lim fetched us to the ferry and took a picture for us. It sort of resembled a whistle blow to start a race.. an amazing race.. however in this case, we're not racing, but to us, it's still amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWVSFc3KIRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VThVM9gWpUA/s1600-h/tripa6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWVSFc3KIRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VThVM9gWpUA/s320/tripa6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288723591016882450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The train from Penang to Bangkok was just lovely. We enjoyed it very much.It only cost RM110 for the lower bunk bed and a little less for the upper bunk. I would suggest the lower bunk as the bed is bigger and there is a window with a view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your are travelling as family of 3, your kid can share with mum and dad takes the upper bunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a nice arrangement. You'll love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy paid RM4.90 for the ride to Padang Besar, I was told to ask the Thai conductor how much it would take for the rest of the way. Later to my surprise, I did what I was told and the Thai conductor said " Noooooo problem, small boy... no problem", smiled and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was it.  That was what it took for 6 yrs old Jeremy till Saigon... RM4.90 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SUpu665zaHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-pxpFFWr3lo/s200/trip2.JPG" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281155471568496754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This train only allocate 2 cars here at butterworth, seats were limited. Initially, when we saw the 2 cars waiting at the station without the engine, we didn't believe that that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were Car no.9 and Car no.10, our seats were at Car No.10. We boarded the train around 1.30 pm, and to our surprise.. it was like an oven!, the aircond at Car.10 was kapputt! just our luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took 1 step into Car.10 and I turned back, it's impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went into Car 10 instead, kind passengers there shared seats with us till Haadyai. The train left for Bangkok at 2.20pm, prompt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to our seats at Car 10 at Padang Besar. It's evening and its much cooler then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The train arrived at Haadyai around 7 pm, technicians came on board to fix the aircond. They didn't do much. We survived with just fan till Bangkok. During the trip, Jeremy made friends here and there.  In the train, there were a mother and baby girl, an older boy with a gameboy ( his personal favourite ) and a malay family. Kids make friends so easily, don't you agree. What happened to us adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner on the train, we ate most the goodies we brought and saved some for breakfast. We ordered rice set from the canteen.  As a family, going on a train ride is like a moving picnic. It's a lot of fun, card games, gameboy, books and even "opened up a random page in a book and add up all digits of that page number" became a game. Jeremy slept without his shirt that night .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SUs_tM-5QwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6dCrvEcgZoI/s320/trip3.JPG" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281385033833726722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23/11/2008 (Day 2, Bangkok)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, I woke up last. We had our breakfast in bed. At around 11am, we arrived at Hualumpong station, Bangkok. We warned Jeremy not to wander about. Honestly, we are afraid for him. We know him too well. He is a kid with a mind of his own. Friendly and loves to wander off. That's what we are afraid of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Hualampong station, we came upon familiar sights. We were here before sometime ago on our trip to Chiangmai. We needed to find a place to stay in Bangkok. The plan was to catch the early morning train to Aranyaprathet. We love to go back to where we stayed before ( Sia Rangsit ), however time is not on our side. It's about 40 minutes taxi ride, Sia Rangsit to Hualampong. That means we must wake up really early to catch the train.  So, we decided to stay in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked out, no destination. Hoping to come across something nice. Feeling hungry, we stop by road side noodles store. There were the usual noodles "Sand Lek"  and pork rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There may be tons of backpacking foreigner in Thailand, but looking for budget accomodation isn't easy if you don't know where to look. The budget area is around Khao San road, however it is a congested area and not very safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We strayed about, aimlessly. We ask people we see, coughing out only spares Thai words and body languages. There were the Tuk-tuks, the Tuk-tuk drivers are ever so helpful to find you an accomodation. They are the last person you want to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a travel agency after a bout with a sleazy Tuk-tuk driver. Instead of taking the train to"Aran", we've decided to take the Van to the border and a connecting bus at Poipet to Siem Reap for Bht1000 per person, hassle free and Jeremy's free too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Thailand, what do you know? A travel agency deep in the city has UK national as a salesman. He was like a easy looking fellow, short, chubby and new on his job. He was helpful and whispered to us a budget area other than Khau San road, "Thewet".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't go straight to Thewet, we took a tuk-tuk to MBK shopping mall instead. Walking round with our backpacks was certainly heavy. Jeremy wants a piggy-back ride too sometimes. After the mall we walked a little more, tired and undecided. I wanted to go to Thewet but Eunice was full of "adventure", she insisted that we should spend the night at the train station! "It'll be fun, that's what backpacking is all about", she said. Women! They are a mystery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wrestled a little and finally she gave in. We took a taxi for Thewet. It was quite a distance away, the taxi finally was caught in a traffic jam near Thewet. There were a concert of some sort with everyone wearing yellow. Didn't occur to me that it was politically motivated until the time we were in Cambodia. There we received messages from home that the airport was closed by demonstrators. Thank goodness we didn't fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked for about easily 3-4 km at least from the where we were left. Asking for direction all the way to Thewet. We checked in a reasonable budget and hippy guest house at Thewet. There were a few guesthouses here, prices hovering around Bht600 offering fairly acceptable condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24/11/2008 ( Day 3 , Bangkok to Siem Reap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The budget guest houses lies just a stone throw away from the Thewet flower market. In the morning, it is bustling with people. Hawkers everywhere. Cheap hippy hotel, good food and a good rest. I was really thankful we didn't end up at the train station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up early the next morning. Packed and walked across the street for breakfast. The van came shortly afterwards and we're off to Aranyaprathet, eastern border of Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about 4 hours ride, nothing much to about the trip except Jeremy kinda made friends with all the passenger in the van just under 5 minutes and we ate pepper eggs without yolk, strange. The van stopped at a restaurant near the border. We ate lunch, a tour guide came over with the Cambodia Entry/Exit slip and insisted he fill in for us. I did mine, he did Jeremy's and Eunice's. I knew he was up to something. Just as I have finished mine, he asked for Bht100 for that little thing he did, which i did not asked him to. I gave him 20, he went along grumbling to his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point onwards, it is a money making ring introducing scams after scams for tourist money. This is the place you need to becareful of your wallet. Your money , it's either they steal or they cheat it from you. That was scam no. 1 , filling passport details. Scam no. 2 was just around the corner. Moments later came another tour guide, he said " you from Malaysia?", I said "yes", he said " You no need pay visa, but you pay processing fee Bht1000 per person", I said "Ok,.... I don't think so, I know it's free". He was annoyed, he insisted that he will bring me to someone, and I must pay. After knowing that I am persistent, he said I might be able to bargain.  Honestly, I wasn't very sure at that time and I almost fell for that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SUtEc1W9HoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/W0DpATQN5X0/s320/trip4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281390250172423810" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked to the Thai imigration, stamped out of Thailand, cross a bridge to the Cambodian imigration. In the picture you can see the gate to Cambodia, it reads " Kingdom of Cambodia".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cambodia border town is Poipet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The immediate similarity you can see between Poipet and Tachilek, Myammar at the northern Thai border are the casinos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scam no. 2. At the Cambodia imigration, the tour guide brought me to an officer. The rest of the group queued up for their entry formalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The officer took our passport and asked for Bht1000 each. I bargained. "Cheaper, cheaper, too expensive", he said " no, no...". This went on for awhile. He finally gave me some discounts, I insisted more. Moments later, to my surprise, he was annoyed and he said " no.. no.. , you queue". What's this? I thought. There is an option? This is not a must? He was trying to get me to pay just to jump queue? Goodness. The line was just about 10 people long. It takes barely 10 minutes till I get my turn. Moreover, I also need to wait for the rest of the group even I get out of this office fast. Why pay??  That was what I need. His last few words made me so happy. Queue?? OK.. I took back my passports with much relief. Poipet imigration has quite a reputation, try search the net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we have stamped in Cambodia, we walked out to the corridor and waited for the rest of the passengers. If we paid the Bht1000 per person, the difference is we would have been out here at the corridor earlier and have to wait for the rest even longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We boarded a free shuttlebus to the transport depot. It was about 10 minutes ride to the depot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SUtE4GmVJLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kwMGF9Ac4B4/s320/trip6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281390718656783538" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poipet was a terribly worn  town. It has no tar roads, everything looks rather dirty. There are  plenty of bikes, trucks and Toyota camry. It was barely 2 km away from Thailand, however there is a vast difference at this side of the border. The bus moved in and out of pot holes, honk everyone else on the road. It's strange to see a place like this stands in the shadow of multistorey high rise casinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the transport depot, we waited for the the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was around 1 pm. The transport depot is the nest of the taxi touts, one after another will come by and tell you the same thing over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SUtEuWdZFLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vObpCzI-5TY/s320/trip5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281390551115568306" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; "The roads are bad, bus leaves only at 3pm, you have a kid, it's going to be difficult". Initially the taxi price was USD30 per person, exorbitant! and it goes down sharply if you are persistent. The last price I heard was USD10 per person. I almost went for it as Jeremy wasn't well, he complaint stomach ache. We suspect that he has taken too much sweets and soft drinks while in Thailand. Anyway, we gave him an aspirin from a kind fellow passenger. We waited for the bus and it  came around 3pm. The bus was packed with westerners.  We have a good seat and Jeremy fell a sleep shortly after. Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a 6 hours rock and roll ride to Siem reap. Few points to describe this ride, first, there were less than 5% of tar road, plenty of pot holes, dust brought up in the air by vehicles that looked like morning fog and plenty of road constructions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SUzPEvqSkQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JZsVrjOnd1o/s320/trip7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281824143419019522" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus was not air conditioned. After a distance, I wiped off a layer of yellow dirt from my face. We didn't think that it was all that bad actually, Jeremy slept and we enjoyed most of the way. The scenery was just fine. Paddy fields, houses on tilts, pigs by the road side just to name a few. With all that construction going on, I think we shall see better days coming for this famed road to Siem Reap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus turned into a guesthouse at 9pm. It was only charging USD5 per night and the room was quite acceptable. We settled in. The snooker table infront of the hotel caught his eyes, Jeremy was at it immediately. This guesthouse even offers free transportation to town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little later, we visited the town and got a feel of the night life.  The Cambodian tuk-tuk is alittle different from the ones in Thailand. Over here it is actually a carriage attached to a motorcycle. Unlike the ones in Thailand, this is less steadier.  Siem Reap has tons of 5-star luxuries hotels, in the night, the brightly lit hotel resembles huges palaces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amongst the first world hotels , lies the third world Siem Reap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a street in town called the bar street. Just like the name, it filled with bars, pubs and westerners. Most of the businesses here aren't Cambodian. These bars here belongs to westerners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around, there isn't much to see or do. Unless you want to sit and drink. The food here is not cheap and does not appeal to us much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We want local Cambodian food, not western. The tuk-tuk driver waited there for us while we walked around. He later brought us to his hawker friend. We ate Cambodian fried rice and noodle. Quite tasty but sad to say it is not very clean. Thailand still top my list when it comes down to good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, we plan to spend the whole day at Angkor. It is a vast network of temples and the biggest of them all is Angkor Wat. We paid USD15 per person (Jeremy's free) for the tuk-tuk to accompany us to the Angkor temples the whole day from sunrise to sunset. Later in Vietnam, we learnt from a friend, they only paid USD15 for 2 guest. I guess this is scam no.3?  There ought to be a website somewhere with prices for reference, I guess. We usually learn we paid too much too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25/11/2008 ( Day 4, Siem Reap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SU3oX-bX1cI/AAAAAAAAAIs/B-fq2OtzupQ/s320/trip10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282133436567901634" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angkor wat. The tuk-tuk took almost 30 minutes to reach the Angkor entrance. Adult ticket is 20USD per day. There were choices of 1 day, 2 days and 3 days. Some website wrote that every person shall need a photograph for the ticket. Well, now they don't. They have camera at the ticket booth  to take a picture of you. You photograph will appear in your ticket. We bought the 1 day ticket. We hurried back to the tuk-tuk and continued towards Angkor Wat. It's 6am, we're racing the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sunrise on Angkor Wat is a famed view, people come from all over the world for this. We sure would not want to miss it. At an open space in from of the temple entrance, there were hundreds of spectators waiting. The rising sun behind the temple silhouettes was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SUy_UfEEnRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2bA6e1tw-y0/s320/trip8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281806821655616786" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it gets brighter, we went inside the Angkor Wat. A little about the history, this temple was built on the twelfth century as a mausoleum and temple for King Suryavarman II. It use to be a Hindu temple before becoming a Buddhist temple around the 15th century.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once inside, at first look, we stand in awe. Amazing! Angkor Wat is huge! You have to see it to believe. It makes you wonder how could people thousands of years ago have such an impressive achitectural skill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In layman's term, it looks like carved stones piled up on each other,  20 metres high at least. It is  built without cement , volcanic stones was used as the main structural support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This extraodinary sandstone structure is a prime example of the Khmer architecture. The complex underwent extensive restoration in the 20th century and is still on going now.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day excursion like this should bring you around more than 10 temples. It all comes down to your physical fitness and your taste for temple hoppings. A couple and a kid on adrenaline like us covered 1 sunrise, more than 10 temples and a sunset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWZkfHkNxoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0XxxZVfKqQk/s200/tripa9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289025298162894466" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bigger and more famous temples are Angkor Wat, Angkor Thom ( Bayon &amp;amp; temples with faces) and Pra Throm ( Jungle swallow temple &amp;amp; Angelina Jolie, ring a bell?)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angkor Thom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ta Phrom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWZmFkh_25I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lEYd1tjeNdU/s400/tripa8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289027058284878738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Elephant ride for the weary travellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWVSqC2Eb8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GwXtTtRl068/s320/tripa3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288724219688153026" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a place I would recommend to you to visit at least once in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Back from the trip and "Hungry like a wolf ". We're even hungrier than "Hungry like a wolf" , we're so hungry, we could eat the wolf!  Back to the hotel, shower and had our dinner at the hotel bar. We ordered Cambodian vegetable curry, fried rice and beer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWZv8Sx7KJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/67aqcrUHSMw/s320/tripa13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289037894017296530" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a love for good food, this is another reason the be in Cambodia other than the Angkor temples. You have got to try the local Cambodian vegetable curry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People, after this trip, I truly believe the good food around South East Asia region  stretches from north Malaysia onwards all the way up to Thailand, and moves east to Cambodia and Saigon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26/11/2008 (Day 5, Siem Reap to Phnom Penh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming to be about a week already. It felt so long. At home, doesn't it feels strange how years just whizzz by as though as they were just minutes? I think there is no "pill of longevity". In order to live longer, we all should not be caught in a monotonous life. Enjoy your life..have a bit of everything.. eat, travel and be merry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWc-bmas6GI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qtkR9U8K8j8/s320/trip14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289264931259869282" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought our tickets to Phnom Penh at the hotel. We got up early, we to the market for breakfast. Oh.. "we" were just me and Eunice. Jeremy was still asleep in bed. We got back from the market and found him at the lobby snooker table! He cried a little, he said.  Apparently, to my surprise he called it quit and enjoy the snooker instead. At-a-boy! Jeremy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ride to Phnom Penh took about 5 hours. The road is quite narrow, however there were tarmac all the way. Narrow road, big bus, plenty of slow traffic, "overtaking the overtaker", honk- honk kinda ride, nothing too difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWZ0cqko8qI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4FIihm3ozUs/s320/tripa15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289042848206353058" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at about noon. Phnom Penh is the capital and the largest city in Cambodia. It is known for its traditional Khmer and French influence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We checked in a Lonely Planet "ourpick" guesthouse for USD8 per night and went for a tour of the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked about the market and the streets. The food were still good. Jeremy and I had our Cambodian haircut.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWlnlrGuOtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h8i3kIol-74/s1600-h/trip29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWlnlrGuOtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h8i3kIol-74/s320/trip29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289873134247099090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all there is today, there were nothing much that caught our eyes. We planned to go to the palace , Wat Phnom and Tuol Sleng genocide museum tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/11/2008 (Day 6, Phnom Penh to Saigon )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guest house has a distinctively authentic taste to it. It's relaxed welcoming atmosphere, I cannot forget. It's ran by a kind old lady with a dog. The rooms are spacious and clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a comfortable sleep that night. We needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWa6kDFoKHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YcHKFCbyMyo/s320/tripa17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289119940860192882" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;In the morning, we went out for our breakfast. Just a few steps away from the guesthouse, there were street vendors. We enjoyed porridge and rice by the sidewalk. We shall push on for Saigon in the afternoon. We bought our bus tickets at the guesthouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWa-i2Q1MvI/AAAAAAAAALM/VTZ0YaOIaZ4/s200/tripa18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289124318284165874" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;We headed first for the Wat Phnom temple, it is a temple on a hill which the city Phnom Penh get its name from. As we climb the stair up the main entrance of the temple, the security guards stopped us and demanded USD2 per person. It's definitely for personal gain as they could not produce any receipt. We bargained and decided not to give in. We went down, became creative, walk around and came up at the back entrance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Next we took a motorcycle taxi to the Tuol Sleng. Along the way we stopped by the national monument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; Of all the place I visited, never in my life have I encounter such a horrific place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The site is a former &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_school" title="High school" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; which was used as the notorious Security Prison 21 (S-21) by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_Rouge" title="Khmer Rouge" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Khmer Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; regime from its rise to power in 1975 to its fall in 1979.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Prisoners there were repeatedly tortured and coerced into naming family members and close associates, who were in turn arrested, tortured and killed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWa-PjYzAMI/AAAAAAAAALE/e6J7-siJFtY/s320/tripa19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289123986799788226" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A vast collection of torture methods and equipments was used for their interogation and control purposes. Children and woman were not spared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we headed for the Palace, it's situated near the bank of the Mekong River. It's magnificent architecture resembles the palaces in Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were lucky there were prayer festivals by the river side at that moment.  Colourful flowers attached to coconut were made beautifully as an offering to the gods.  Birds were sold to be released. Jeremy released a bird that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all there is at Phnom Penh. We had our lunch and headed back to the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shower and got ready for our pickup van to the bus station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye Cambodia, Hello Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ride took at least 7 hours. We arrived at the Vietnamese border in the night. It was windy and cool. In the bus, I sat beside a french man. He was in his 70s, I believe. He was well dress with cotton white long sleeve shirt and pants, soft spoken in English with deep French accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked me where I was from, I said "Malaysia".. "Malaysia?" he said, then came a long silence, it took me a while to remember.. "Malaisie"... "ahhhhh Malaisie" he said, with comfort and relief. He has that style and charm even at this age. No wonder people all over the world regards French as romantic people and Paris the city of romance, I digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bus we met a school teacher from Singapore. He flew from Singapore to Saigon, took a 15 hours bus to Siem Reap for Angkor Wat and now he is on another 15 hours bus back to Saigon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite sure his buttocks are as flat as the runway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWbPhFrnurI/AAAAAAAAALU/y1jA9Snk47c/s320/tripa20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142979760994994" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus will stop at Pham Ngu Lao. I have no information at that moment. I worry most about a place to put up for the night. It was getting late. Later, to my relief, I learnt that Pham Ngu Lao is a center for backpackers and budget accomodation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vietnam is much more well to do than Cambodia. It is a world capital of "motorcycles!" If you've been to Penang, and you think Penang has a lot of motorcycle, take one look at Saigon streets motorcycles, it will put Penang to shame. It resembles the number of bicycles in the street of China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pham Ngu Lao is in the town center, burstling with traffic, hotels and street vendors. It should be a good place to stay. We hunt about for guest houses, our first try.. full, second, third and later 10th.. still full. What holiday is it here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWbUENyAbsI/AAAAAAAAALc/kYw_JA3JiF0/s320/tripa21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289147981277195970" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How come they were all full? We never found out, it doesn't look like a holiday, maybe Saigon is just this popular. After much effort, we managed to find  a room later, costing about USD15 per night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food in Cambodia resembles Thailand. Saigon enlightens your taste bud in another style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food in Saigon is so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if it is just for a gastronomical feat, I would sure like to be there again. Evidently Vietnamese restaurants can be found all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our room was at least 8 floors up and there wasn't any elevator. Every trip up to the room left us breathless. It was just yesterday we were at the Angkor. This climb brought back a dejavu kind of feeling, "Did we just do this earlier?" we wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Food, all about food. The food is so good here, we enjoyed every meal, every between meals and every between the between meals, get it? It's not everyday you get be in Saigon, you know?.. that was our lame excuse. Anyway, we loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saigon is the economic capital of Vietnam. Life here  resembles most Asian capital cities, constructions and chaotic urban traffic. If you ask me, a person coming from another Asian city, I would tell you the immediate one distinctive different you see in Saigon is the hoard of motorcycles. I wonder what it would be like to be on a motorcycle in the middle of the sea of motorcycles at a round-about. Could this be a "thing to do before you die"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWbZCKNq0SI/AAAAAAAAALs/h5HtHyNR8J4/s200/tripa23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289153443517878562" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;28/11/2008 ( Day 7 , Saigon to Hanoi)&lt;br /&gt;About the street food. Just to name a few, Spring rolls, tauhu with fried spring rolls in sweet sauce, banana in sticky rice with coconut milk, noodle, koey teow, beef slices with mayonaise and vege sandwiches, koey-kak with egg and herbal tea with assortment of sweet things.  The economic rice has so many choices of dishes too, but they are not very economical if you know what I mean. I think Vietnamese is as crazy about food as a Penangites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWbZHBkdXYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/x2C14iAMKr0/s200/tripa24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289153527096892802" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We toured the city,  our first destination, the Ben Tanh market. We took a trishaw from Pham Ngu Lao, it's about 20 minutes ride and 40,000 Dong. 10,000 Dong is equivalent to about RM2.35.&lt;br /&gt;The Ben Tanh market is a busy place. Wet market fresh produce, nothing special. Something that you would notice is that some of the Vietnamese still wears the conical grass hat. Farmer, housewives, cyclist, elegantly dressed business people can wear these hats. It's a norm, an everyday thing in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWbY8BUCpXI/AAAAAAAAALk/SviACKIpX7Y/s320/tripa22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289153338049471858" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to the Notre Dame Basicillica next. The cathedral is located at the downtown of Saigon. It a symbol of French influence. There are two bell towers reaching a height of 98 metres. Standing at its foot and looking up, it is an awesome sight. We walked the area alittle more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWicqS0UCLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iCxsnFOqCno/s1600-h/trip16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWicqS0UCLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iCxsnFOqCno/s320/trip16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289650012766341298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and headed for Ga Saigon train station to buy our train ticket for Hanoi. Walked back to Pham Ngu Lao from the station. The journey was 5 km at least. We checked out in the noon time before we went out to the Notre Dame. By the time we reach the hotel from Ga Saigon it was already dark. The hotel owner , a lady, she was kind enough to lend us a room free of charge for shower. We're tired after a long day, had our dinner there and headed for the train station. We're going on a very long train ride. 1700km and 29hours northwards to Hanoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWicbxQwaMI/AAAAAAAAAME/oZbudbc3pbs/s1600-h/trip15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWicbxQwaMI/AAAAAAAAAME/oZbudbc3pbs/s320/trip15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289649763240667330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWic3z4hkTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TDbsH9qM9Go/s1600-h/trip17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWic3z4hkTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TDbsH9qM9Go/s320/trip17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289650244980674866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It's will be the longest train ride we ever had. There were choices of aircond sleeper , 4 or 6 beds and aircond seat.&lt;br /&gt;The sleeper cost USD56 and seat USD36. Jeremy's half price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;We tried to be economical and went for the seat. Moments after I purchased the tickets, the thought of having to sit for 29 hours hounds me. It will not be anything like the train from Penang to Bangkok. It's longer than the train from Penang to Bangkok, and we choose to sit !  I tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;to change the ticket after that but it was too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I must agree, after the trip I was glad I didn't manage to change it.  There were special moments at the seat car, we literally immersed ourselves into a Vietnamese community. We mixed with the locals and made friends all over. The journey was an adventure of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWloOd7U9JI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5lta1uFVaGM/s1600-h/trip18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWloOd7U9JI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5lta1uFVaGM/s320/trip18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289873835084280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I try to document most of the things and people around us so that we can remember them. These are all that will make up our journey.&lt;br /&gt;There was a man and his mother sitting behind us, there are both very fond of Jeremy. A particular young man, sitting behind us on the other row, played with Jeremy throughout the trip. What he would do is he would catch Jeremy into his arms and refused to let go, Jeremy struggled, they both had a lot of giggles and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWme1DPi_hI/AAAAAAAAANU/E_SFt9mM0Hw/s1600-h/trip30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWme1DPi_hI/AAAAAAAAANU/E_SFt9mM0Hw/s200/trip30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289933871564127762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember on that night, Jeremy wanted to go to brush this teeth, he had a lot difficulty getting pass his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a kind   old man sitting beside me, he was 74. He shared his food with me even wrote his name on our dairy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWloiJ0XJ_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tqkDuI8OEvg/s1600-h/trip19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWloiJ0XJ_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tqkDuI8OEvg/s320/trip19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289874173283739634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried to communicate, there wasn't anything we could understand other than our names and age. He was definitely a grandpa, I could tell. He has that loving look for kids, when he took jeremy into his arms for this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In that photo, on the far side you can see another old man. He was kind to us too. We tried very hard to communicate. He wrote messages for me. I could not understand.&lt;br /&gt;At the end, when we're at Hanoi, I found someone to interprate it for me. Part of his message actually was an invitation for us to visit the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/11/2008 ( Day 8, On the train )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was really cold last night, Jeremy curled up in his seat, he slept with his head on Eunice's lap.&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for them. Today is the day we're going to spend on the train. The train is expected to arrive at Hanoi early tomorrow morning.  I woke up last that morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWlpL2ahs3I/AAAAAAAAANE/x4jMg9kGP-g/s1600-h/trip26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWlpL2ahs3I/AAAAAAAAANE/x4jMg9kGP-g/s320/trip26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289874889629610866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was getting colder and colder.&lt;br /&gt;The view outside was amazing. It was drizzling, the train pass by many paddy fields flooded, submerged under water. At a distance, we can see beautiful mountains. It was picture perfect. I told Eunice," someday, we're coming to these places."&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, the train stopped a few times at small towns. We had time to get down from the train and do some shopping at the road side vendors.&lt;br /&gt;This train accelerate pretty well. Unlike Thai trains, minutes after it started moving, it's almost at its full steam. "Probably its in a hurry"&lt;br /&gt;, I think. "It is a long journey you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWloxfqutvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H0IYsWTzalE/s1600-h/trip21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWloxfqutvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H0IYsWTzalE/s200/trip21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289874436846958322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A little later that day, the train stopped at town call Danang. It is near the famous Hoi An. Hoi An lies on the coast of the South China Sea. It is an ancient town and an exceptionally well-preserved example of a South -East Asian trading port dating from the 15th to the 19th century. It is one of the UNESCO heritage site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Danang, the train went into an unusual turn. It slowed down and execute one huge turn after another. We looked out, we're at the mountain side. To our left is the mountain, to our right is the cliff. At a distance is the coast line, it's beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWlo9MWF-lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/H0tvU-Cc9Hs/s1600-h/trip22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWlo9MWF-lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/H0tvU-Cc9Hs/s320/trip22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289874637818559058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The windows cannot be opened, taking photograph of the view outside through the window is not practical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I went to the toilet instead, here is the snap I took while enduring the smell !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/11/2008 ( Day 9, Hanoi)&lt;br /&gt;It was about 5.30am in the morning when the train arrived at Hanoi Station. In the darkness and bitter cold, we decided to stay at the train station till it gets brighter. Hanoi temperature was in the teens. It can get quite cold during the night.While we're waiting at the train station, we met 2 backpackers from the United States. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They suggested the Hang Bong road. There are numerous budget accomodation there. It is just walking distance from the train station. Hanoi is not as big as Saigon. The town center revolves around a lake, the Hoan Kiem Lake.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Hang Bong, had our breakfast along the way. We're tired, it seemed like a long time since we had proper sleep. The second hotel we saw, we checked in. The Astoria hotel at Hang Bong street, 15 USD per night. The room we had would pass for a 4 star hotel, honestly. It is decorated in an authentic western style. King sized bed, water heater and a bathing tub. The same price, we paid for a hippy guesthouse room at Bangkok. Slept like a baby. We went out around noon for food and the train station for our ticket to Nanning, China.&lt;br /&gt;Train to Nanning cost about 50USD per person and Jeremy is 70% of the full fare. It is expensive. We went for bus instead, it was USD35 per person and Jeremy is half fare. It can be cheaper if you know where to purchase these bus ticket. The actual price is around USD30 per person. We also bought the 2 days 1 night trip to Halong bay tomorrow for USD52 per person , Jeremy is free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWntLTMLGHI/AAAAAAAAANs/6lTnB7hvP6M/s1600-h/trip34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWntLTMLGHI/AAAAAAAAANs/6lTnB7hvP6M/s320/trip34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290020015709034610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We didn't get proper meal that day. Hanoi isn't anything like Saigon. There wasn't so much traffic, there are fewer people and street hawkers were difficult to be found. We wanted rice, but we never found it. It's always noodle, everywhere we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWns_o33hXI/AAAAAAAAANk/rVJ1-Ps4A-w/s1600-h/trip32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWns_o33hXI/AAAAAAAAANk/rVJ1-Ps4A-w/s200/trip32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290019815371015538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe we didn't look properly.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel and came out again in the evening, we headed for Hoan Kiem lake. The city center revolves around this lake, the crowd and the shops are here.  We did find a few things we like that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; It was the mini "eu chiak kueh" and ice fruit mix in coconut milk. We planned to come back for a second time round after Halong bay trip. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWnt1lYmIpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/y05JxWIcWY8/s1600-h/trip35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWnt1lYmIpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/y05JxWIcWY8/s320/trip35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290020742147482258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; We did one round around the Hoan Kiem Lake, and we also toured the streets in that area.&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the hotel without any proper meal that night. I went out alone a little later and bought back a bowl noodle.&lt;br /&gt;That night we did alot of laundry, we dried our clothes with the help of a hair dryer. It was hard work. Jeremy was glued to the tv, catching up on the cartoons he missed.&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 times we used the hotel hair dryer pretty well, 2 times to dry clothes in Hanoi and 1 time for a little extra heating in Guilin, China.&lt;br /&gt;We slept very well that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/12/2008 ( Day 10, Halong Bay )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast in the hotel. The service was good enough and they even threw in a complimentary breakfast. I recommend the Astoria hotel. The only thing your should look out here are the bad exchange rate for Dong and marked up bus tickets. The rest is good.&lt;br /&gt;Our bus arrive soon after breakfast. It picked up passenger from hotels around the city.&lt;br /&gt;We found ourselves and 2 singaporean girls were the only asean in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;There were something odd about this crowd. Although the bus picked up people from different hotels, it seems that some of them already knew each other very well.&lt;br /&gt;Journey to the Halong bay took around 4 to 5 hours. We stopped by a handy craft centre on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was at it again, within minutes, he already got to know half the people in the bus. Regardless of whether they are asean or not.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I have difficulty communication with the westerners, mainly because of spoken language problem and their style of delivery. Jeremy doesn't have this problem at all.  He speak few broken English words with confidence and joy, it is a breeze for him to communicate with them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Everyone is fun and a friend to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They even say that Jeremy's English would match those of a 6 years old in England.  I was surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWn9vRxNGDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/weFvRE0CckI/s1600-h/trip41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWn9vRxNGDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/weFvRE0CckI/s320/trip41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290038225988818994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Around noon, we arrived at the port. We all boarded a Vietnamese junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWn9u1IVdqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T1qbK2b16I0/s1600-h/trip40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWn9u1IVdqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T1qbK2b16I0/s320/trip40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290038218301208226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; There were about 15 of us and the crew. Our tour guide speaks good English, he explained the precautions and rules on the boat. The rules are mainly money concern for their commercial gain.  The crew wasn't very friendly at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWn9vRCjsCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/02bDt8luqzs/s1600-h/trip42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWn9vRCjsCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/02bDt8luqzs/s320/trip42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290038225793167394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; They looks suspicious all the time, just as though they were expecting some kind of an argument later on that trip. We had lunch on the boat. The food was simple, but it was filling.&lt;br /&gt;On the boat, couples were given a room each, whereas the rest shared room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There waves were gentle. The boat meandered lazily on tranquil water. This slow boat allows us to take in the beautiful sceneries while relaxing.We were free to roam about. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWn-ombQyBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zAmQYVEKS4Q/s1600-h/trip44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWn-ombQyBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zAmQYVEKS4Q/s320/trip44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290039210786474002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our favourite spot is the tip of the boat. There isn't any guard at all, you can sit here and hang your legs down. It is a wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The cool breeze, the fresh air, the beautiful Halong bay. This is a very scenic place, it is another UNESCO heritage site and highly recommended. Our itinerary includes visiting caves and kayaking too.&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop, the caves. The boat headed for an island, we needed to climb a little. At the top, we entered a cave. It was quite massive, colourful lighting were used to highlight the formations in the caves.  We went about and nearly lost our way. At one time, it was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;How much we enjoy a trip or a thing we do, depends entirely up to us. We decided to enjoy as much as possible, therefore we determine to make everything we do as colourful as we can.&lt;br /&gt;At another island, it was kayaking next. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoIzQ4QRBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-jBrER9rMwo/s1600-h/trip47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoIzQ4QRBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-jBrER9rMwo/s200/trip47.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290050389097333778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All 3 of us fit into a kayak. Eunice at the front seat, me and Jeremy at the back. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoIoct3HqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ny-hdkexUeU/s1600-h/trip46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoIoct3HqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ny-hdkexUeU/s200/trip46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290050203296407202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took sometime for us to get use to the paddles. At one time, Jeremy nearly threw us out of balance. Lots of shouting , Jeremy this and that in the beginning. Yes, it was fun. I have a lot of confidence in this child, he has a good heart. I want him to see the world, I plan to take him as far as I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoJyReALwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QFMdNzqdU54/s1600-h/trip48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoJyReALwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QFMdNzqdU54/s320/trip48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290051471587421954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still on the kayak when the sun sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoLmWg3zwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0mVm6QD5A6Y/s1600-h/trip50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoLmWg3zwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0mVm6QD5A6Y/s320/trip50.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290053465806458626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoL0aFkZsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/25OX3kuiqiw/s1600-h/trip49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoL0aFkZsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/25OX3kuiqiw/s200/trip49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290053707283850946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening, I went for a dip into the cold water of Halong Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoQIVAFPGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tGKtmAUvHM8/s1600-h/trip51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoQIVAFPGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tGKtmAUvHM8/s320/trip51.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290058447562554466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took shower and headed for dinner. There wasn't anything special about the food, however the atmosphere sure is. It is special to spend a night on a boat. After dinner, we were tired and we slept. I remembered earlier, Jeremy said to me, he wanted to go up to the deck to see his friends.&lt;br /&gt;I got up a little later that evening and woke Jeremy up. We went up the deck and to our surprise.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoN23DEIFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QJQ2z8Q8XW0/s1600-h/trip52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoN23DEIFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QJQ2z8Q8XW0/s200/trip52.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290055948440969298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were a group of friends enjoying themselves, chatting  and singing. Jeremy was excited, these are his friends. He went about imediately and played along with them. They know him pretty well too.&lt;br /&gt;They went "Jeremy... "..&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. These group of friends are special, they come from different parts of the world, met and decided to get together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoOAQ-JuDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_fRYIRuhVFc/s1600-h/trip53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoOAQ-JuDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_fRYIRuhVFc/s320/trip53.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290056110018508850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name a few, there were Mark and Girlfriend from Canada, Jacqui from South Africa, Eve and friends from Britain. Wonderful people. We joined in the fun, they sang, drank and chat away. Jeremy took a sip of the Volka too, he didn't believe me when I told him that that was alcohol. He fell a sleep soon after, Eve was kind enough to cover him with her scarf.&lt;br /&gt;A little later, we went back to our room. We enjoyed ourselves very much that night, it was sweet memories. My only regret is that I didn't wake Eunice up. She wanted to come along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/12/2008 ( Day 11, Halong Bay, Hanoi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoTL0v3WFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wcquoXx2RuE/s1600-h/trip56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoTL0v3WFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wcquoXx2RuE/s320/trip56.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290061806158960722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wake up the next morning. Open the room door and there it was, the sea. We came this far, we love every moment of it. There were taste and colour , sweet moments and little sour moments too. Those sour moments were especially when try to get Jeremy to eat. We're never bored, we wake up everyday to a different place and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured around more islands. Later, we paid a small fee for a trip into James bond island. A small boat brought us into a cave. On the other side , we're surrounded by lime stones hill. It was like a hollow place in the middle of the hills. Facinating. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoXM1K1MRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tnHAeXlRgic/s1600-h/trip57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoXM1K1MRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tnHAeXlRgic/s200/trip57.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290066221498446098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the fee went to the proceeds for the orphanage at that area. We headed back to mainland soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Waited at least half and hour for the bus, Jeremy played with his friends. The bus brought us to a restaurant for lunch. After lunch, we headed back to Hanoi.&lt;br /&gt;I checked into Astoria for another night. The next morning we shall be on the bus for Nanning, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Hanoi in the evening. I was hoping we could spend some day time at the Hoan Kiem lake. Maybe next time. We settled down and went out again for food. We tried the  "Mini Eu Chiak Kueh" again, the fruit mix, noodle and sweet soup. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoeP5cmVNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SPp4VHjpPgo/s1600-h/trip58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWoeP5cmVNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SPp4VHjpPgo/s320/trip58.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290073970767713490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took us quite awhile to find the fruit mix, we nearly gave up.&lt;br /&gt;My small camera does have trouble capturing under low light. If target moves, it would result blur image. During this snapshot, I said "freeze" just before I took the picture. Check out their expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/12/2008 (Day 11, Hanoi to Nanning, Guilin )&lt;br /&gt;Today we leave for china. We had breakfast at the hotel while waiting for the bus. The hotel people made some calls and surprised me " the bus won't come here, you will need to make your way to the bus stop". That's new. Anyway, there wasn't anytime to argue. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWodQP2JROI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0-ekebD7vvg/s1600-h/trip60.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWodQP2JROI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0-ekebD7vvg/s200/trip60.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290072877268813026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWodcRTPU7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/EbntBiu2ow4/s1600-h/trip61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWodcRTPU7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/EbntBiu2ow4/s320/trip61.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290073083817710514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called taxi for us and said that it should not cost more than 30,000 Dong.&lt;br /&gt;35,000 Dong was all I have with me at that moment.  Later, we had a round and survived a scam taxi driver who tried to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWodmgD7z1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sva3lfF9DMc/s1600-h/trip62.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWodmgD7z1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sva3lfF9DMc/s200/trip62.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290073259578740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our bus to Nanning China would take at least 7 hours including imigration formalities.&lt;br /&gt;We're excited, this is the final league of our journey. I would recommend this trip to everyone. It is inexpensive and a wonderful experience. After this trip, I must agree it actually made the world look a little smaller to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at the border town. The imigration formalities was a breeze, nothing like Cambodia mafia imigration officers. It was express all the way to Nanning.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese express ways is one of the best in the world. Considering such a vast amount of land, it is well connected with world class quality express ways. The road to Nanning took another 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Nanning, China in the afternoon. The bus stopped at the South Bus Station. We alight and wondered. Where would we go next? We had an itinerary, but at this moment, we're undecided. Eunice said "we've been to Hangzhou before, maybe we can go Guilin and end the trip there". I favoured Hangzhou, mainly because it is a place I am familiar with. It has been 2 years since I last been to Hangzhou. It was a tug of war and undecided for awhile. Fancy coming so far and still is undecided where we will go next. Flexible isn't it. This actually highlights the freedom we had, we can choose to stay or go as we like. In this case, we're undecided where we would go next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, "let's go to the train station" I said, we will take a look at the train schedules and decide there. So we took a taxi. In the taxi,  the lady driver asked "where to?".  "Train Station" I said,  the taxi made a U-turn. Then I asked, "is there still train to Hangzhou?", " no, it already too late. The last train to Hangzhou was around noon, so do you still want to go to the train station?"she said. My mind jammed. " Is there train to Guilin?", " Oh, if you want to go to Guilin, you should take the bus, it's hourly, more convenient and cheaper", she said. The taxi was still moving, but she drove slowly as we were so undecided. Finally she decide for us. " You go Guilin, it's better there. You can enjoy the beautiful mountains and river". ..."Well, ok". How strange is that? We actually needed someone else to decide where we would go, in this case a kind taxi driver..  She made another U-turn back to the bus station. With RMB10 taxi fare, 2 U-turns and a kind taxi driver, we're going Guilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will fall short of our original plan to Hangzhou. It is alright, we've been there before, we comfort ourselves. The extra time we gained, we have the luxury to slower our pace and relax at Guilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got off a bus, went on a taxi, now we're going on another bus again. This time 5 hours to Guilin. That day we spent more than 12 hours on bus. I felt sorry for that kid, he curled up and slept on the seat. We arrived at Guilin in the night, checked in a budget hotel for RMB80 per night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/12/2008 ( Day 12, Guilin, Yangshou )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWodwJp-GAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NiIfR34Y-fQ/s1600-h/trip63.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWodwJp-GAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NiIfR34Y-fQ/s320/trip63.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290073425362950146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The temperature was less than 10 degrees. In the morning, we had our local chinese breakfast of soya bean milk and dumpling "JiaoZhi". Seeing others there drank the soup right from the bowl, our boy did just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWod6L8wj8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/cIx4TUIMt_I/s1600-h/trip64.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SWod6L8wj8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/cIx4TUIMt_I/s320/trip64.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290073597777317826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilin was indeed just another Chinese city. If you want to enjoy the beautiful mountain and river, you would need to go to the outskirt. Another option would be Yangshou. It is a town 2 hours bus ride from Guilin. The local chinese would say,enjoy the beautiful "Mountain and Water".&lt;br /&gt;We choose Yangshou. We headed for the bus station and bought a 12.00pm bus to Yangshou.&lt;br /&gt;The connectivity between Yangshou and Guilin is quite good, there is a bus every half and hour leaving for Yangshou and vice versa. We had time to stroll about Guilin a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;Around noon, we set off for Yangshou. The bus left promptly in time. The ride was uneventful. On the way we can see the beautiful country side. As we approached Yangshou, limestone hills were everywhere. It is a beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Yangshou in the afternoon. Got down from the bus and was imediately surrounded by touts. It is a common sight at all tourist destination here in China. We kept quiet, refused to speak a word in chinese and decided to get away from them.&lt;br /&gt;One really persistent lady followed us. She was so hot on our tail, no matter how we tried to shake her off, she was still there. I got a little irritated when she started on Jeremy. She tried to ask Jeremy whether we speak Chinese. Earlier we told Jeremy no to speak to her, he didn't say a word. Here and there, she went about promoting her hotel even though she was speaking to deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;We went into a KFC restaurant in our bid to shake her off. We thought we lost her. Settled down, bought some tarts. Jeremy went to the toilet, when he came back he said " I met that auntie at the toilet ! she ask me if papa and mama speaks chinese". This is an extremist don't you think? A stalker. We went out, she was there! I finally gave in, "I said , ok" . I follow her back to her hotel to view the rooms. I told her I would consider, came back to Eunice and Jeremy. We went to that area, and we stayed at her neighbouring hotel, her competitor !&lt;br /&gt;It looks grim enough, when we met her again in that evening. She could still cough up a smile. Never found out how sincere that was however we're not interested to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4PsIKUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/onAzFx0pQRk/s1600-h/trip70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4PsIKUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/onAzFx0pQRk/s320/trip70.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291183862986326978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's colder here in Yangshou than Guilin, probably because it has more greens. We roam about the town and we came across this game the local play.&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Cian Zhi" in chinese. A group of people would gather around and balance a shuttlecock like piece with only the foot. The more the merrier. Jeremy joined in the game and was pretty good at it too, I must agree.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we go, when there is a game. He would join the game, and the elder sisters and brothers were patient enough with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yangshou is scenic. The towering limestone hills surround the town. At the west is the YuLongHe river, to the east is the famous Lijiang river. We toured around town and visited the night market.  We had our dinner at a restaurant that night. Called a few dish, sat and relax. That night we even dropped by the bar, had a drink or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/12/2008 ( Day 13, Yangshou )&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we walked out. Had our breakfast of soya bean milk and the hardest "Eu Chiak kueh" in town&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4QI2wQjuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2VHj9VOpeCk/s1600-h/trip71.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4QI2wQjuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2VHj9VOpeCk/s320/trip71.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184356529835746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The ones we had in Hanoi was by far the best. We bought tomorrow's bus ticket back to Guilin. We have the whole day to relax. Tomorrow will be a long day and a long way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4Qrg9BnPI/AAAAAAAAARU/lKJJjy-z3q4/s1600-h/trip74.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4Qrg9BnPI/AAAAAAAAARU/lKJJjy-z3q4/s320/trip74.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184951973223666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rent bicycles, planned to cycle to a few scenic spots out of town. They were the Moon Hill and the bayan tree, both were just along the same road. I rented a 2-man bicycle for me and Jeremy and a single for Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;Off we go, cycling far away out of town. It a different feeling, we enjoyed the ride. On the map, those places indeed look quite near, but in actually fact , it wasn't. It took us a least 30 minutes to reach the edge of town. We asked around for the direction to the Moon Hill, a man said "That way, another 8 kilometres" . Another 8 km? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4QKRLMkNI/AAAAAAAAARE/1pWLG4UNcOc/s1600-h/trip73.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4QKRLMkNI/AAAAAAAAARE/1pWLG4UNcOc/s320/trip73.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184380802011346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no kidding. We were having second thoughts. Let's give it a try, Eunice said. I believe we cycled at least 20 km that day. Jeremy help to paddle a little, at times he just rest his leg and I said " Why aren't you paddling?" , he said " my legs are tired". There are up hills and down hills. We raced each other. There were lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tourist spots , the moon hill, the bayan tree, they were nothing to shout about. Along the road there were a number of scenic places. I believe we enjoyed the journey most. We arrived back in town again somewhere in the afternoon. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4QcbiEnZI/AAAAAAAAARM/SniXmqyOTtk/s1600-h/trip72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4QcbiEnZI/AAAAAAAAARM/SniXmqyOTtk/s200/trip72.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184692819959186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're hungry, we went back to the same restaurant we had dinner yesterday. This time we ordered the beer fish. Beer fish is Yangshou's famous local dish.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4R63j-4uI/AAAAAAAAASU/j4mUETqhzrY/s1600-h/trip84.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4R63j-4uI/AAAAAAAAASU/j4mUETqhzrY/s200/trip84.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186315251868386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fresh water fish, cooked with chili, beer and spices. It is a little on the sour side, however it tastes awefully good. We love it. In the evening we went for bamboo raft boat ride at the Yu long (He) river. The water was crystal clear, the hills, this is what Guilin is about. Beautiful "mountain and water". It was good. The boat brought us about a kilometer up stream. We stopped by the river side. Jeremy threw stones  and he shouted. There were echoes. He was intrique. He went on and on calling at the mountain and listening to the echoes. 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The itinerary that day was Yangshou -&gt; Guilin -&gt; Kuala Lumpur -&gt; Ipoh -&gt; Penang. With help from my brother and our good friends, we reached Penang in the night. It was good to be back. We enjoyed ourselves very much. We like to do it again , someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, Eunice and Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4SEko8ZxI/AAAAAAAAASk/Xp9XYE_37fU/s1600-h/trip85.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4SEko8ZxI/AAAAAAAAASk/Xp9XYE_37fU/s320/trip85.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186481971095314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4R7Reyp1I/AAAAAAAAASc/zURXALUOTVg/s1600-h/trip86.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4R7Reyp1I/AAAAAAAAASc/zURXALUOTVg/s200/trip86.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186322209417042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4SPD4j1LI/AAAAAAAAASs/sSzpLrAxMMw/s1600-h/trip87.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4SPD4j1LI/AAAAAAAAASs/sSzpLrAxMMw/s200/trip87.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186662156784818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SW4SEko8ZxI/AAAAAAAAASk/Xp9XYE_37fU/s1600-h/trip85.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36379542-4105705683966308712?l=myshoestrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshoestrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4105705683966308712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36379542&amp;postID=4105705683966308712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36379542/posts/default/4105705683966308712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36379542/posts/default/4105705683966308712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshoestrings.blogspot.com/2008/12/penang-to-guilin.html' title='Penang to Guilin'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13085247430945986437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DrnIzYqi4q4/SXBqo7ysrBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lA2d5xheYFA/s72-c/tripmap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36379542.post-116140271738149670</id><published>2006-10-20T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:52:58.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok to Chiangmai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05458%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05458%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bangkok - Chiangmai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have such an adorable guy. Little Jeremy came over and gave me a big bear hug. "Papaaaaaa" he said. We walked out of the arrival hall to the street, across the pedestrian bridge to the other side of the road, there we took a taxi for BS Apartment, Sia Rangsit about 5km from the old DonMuang airport. Jeremy went on and on about the colour of the taxis, there were blue, red , pink and purple taxis.... he was on cloud 9.&lt;br /&gt;We soon arrived at the BS apartment and settled down. BS Apartment stands in the shadow of Asia airport hotel, it has no star ratings, however it is clean, the rooms are huge, it has all a couch potato would need. DVD, big screen TV, Cable TV and some X-rated CDs on the house. There are many foreigner there too, the courtesy and friendly gestures of the people there makes one feel like home. I guess that is why.&lt;br /&gt;We went out for dinner nearby. We had either noodle or fried rice I could not remember but I know it sure did taste good. Everything taste good in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 August 2006. The next morning we woke up late, we had to on the TV, tune it to Cartoon network just to help little jeremy to get up. For breakfast I had a couple of choices in hand. Food are generally cheap and tasty in Thailand. H&lt;em&gt;ow many times have i said that already??? &lt;/em&gt;I look forward to every meal. In between meals there were many snacks too. &lt;em&gt;and NO i am not fat.. &lt;/em&gt;We walk alittle cross the pedestrian bridge over to the other side for the famous chicken rice. The chickens were huge!! really. I wonder how they breed such huge chickens, maybe they were genuine adult chickens.. those in KFC's were short lived teenagers. Poor thing, "save the chickens"!! After that we went back to the hotel to prepare ourselves for our trip to Chiangmai. We packed our baggages, stuffs to bring over to chiangmai and stuffs to leave at the BS apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little after noon, we were ready, we checked out , left our bags at the counter ( I even left my notebook to their care ) . We walked towards the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05460%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05460%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bus station all ready and in high spirit. We were about to go on a ~ 800km train ride up north to Chiangmai. I took my time to let Eunice know alittle more and more about the trip, I wanted it to be a surprise. I planned it well, I knew because I just went for the similar trip just 2 weeks ago ! This one gonna be interesting. She was just as excited as i am, i could see it in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus for BTS train station, Chatujak Station. Don't know the bus number? just ask.. &lt;em&gt;"Pai Chatuchak BTS station, BUS?? " &lt;/em&gt;In the bus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05462%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05462%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy was restless, I really did not know where he got the energy from. He was like a Seiko kinetic watch, he moves and moves and moves.. the more he moves the more energy he has. In the bus I usually keep a look out for our destination, if u want to play it safe (advisable). Let the conductor know ( with aid of sign languages ), he'll notify you once you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At chatujak station, we walk alittle then enter the underground MRT station. Bangkok MRT network is very modern and well constructed. We took the MRT train to Hualampong station, which is the last station. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05469%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05469%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the MRT train, Jeremy went Seiko again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off the MRT train, follow the signboards to the Hualampong Railway station. Travelling in thailand is no sweat. There are plenty of English signboards and the people there are terribly friendly. With over 300 billion baht (US$ 7 billion) in tourism revenue last year representing about 6% of the nation's GDP, it had to be.&lt;br /&gt;At the train station, I immediately went on to buy the train tickets, left them both at the Station entrance. They wandered of. There were counters dedicated just for foreigners! It cost THB800 to Chiangmai, and the return ticket cost THB790. You can buy them both at Hualampong Station, if you wish to post-pone your return, you can do that at any tourist agency in Chiangmai, will just set u back another THB100 - 200. Where to find these agencies? they are like mushrooms in Chiangmai, u wont't miss them. We planned to stay in Chiangmai for 3 days and 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;At the railway station there were seat-seats and floor seats.. local and foreigner alike eat, sit and sleep as they wish. It was very relaxing. Jeremy&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05471%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05471%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seiko-ed for abit. I bought hotdogs at the stalls, we sat on the floor, lied down and examined the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;I also booked our stay at Chiangmai at a tourist agency at the station, it was located on the second floor. While sitting on the floor ... look up, u won't miss it. A 4-5 star hotel, Raming Lodge in Chiangmai costs a mere THB1200 per night, plus breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;It was about 1pm, we had time.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do some shopping for stuffs to eat and play on the train. Our train leaves at 6pm &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05473%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05473%20copy.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got out of the station, caught a tuk-tuk. "Sawadeekap, pai MBK, Tau Lai kap (how much?).". " huk sip Baht kap ( THB60 ). Off we went on a tuk-tuk to MBK shopping center. This is a very popular shopping mall, it is one of those malls packed with small vendors ,shops, DVDs, games and plenty of nice things to eat. It is huge, highly recommended to ladies. Man with wife and kid who wish to cut down on expenditure...highly NOT recommended. There we bought drinks, chocolates, cup noodles, coffee, biscuits, clothes (Eunice's idea) and a gameboy (Jeremy's idea). Everywhere we went after that was like dragging along a little robot with both its' eyes glued to the gameboy. Parents take caution !! Those things are like Opium.&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went back to the station, exhausted. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05477%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05477%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sat on the floor and Jeremy was finally got tired and he fell a sleep.. thank goodness. I ran up to the tourist agency and recharged the gameboy there. It is advisable to pack enough food, drinks and snacks, cause on the train you will probably stay up late in the night. A set meal on the train costs THB150.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad but choices are limited. We sat around, look around then later look at the clock.. "oh my god".. Eunice picked up the stuffs, I wore my backpack and picked up sleeping Jeremy and ran for the train. I think I almost did 200 meters with my backpack and little Jeremy. At last we made it to the train OK. I could no longer feel my arms, Jeremy has grown quite abit since. We treat him like our best friend. Having him is the most wonderful thing in our lives&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05480%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05480%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We got into our train car, it was nice. In the beginning, it was like 2 benches. The car attendant caught a glimpse of sleeping Jeremy, he imeadiately came by and offered us to make bed. Both benches combined into a bed. Jeremy slept for just a little while longer. When hewoke up, his first words was" Gameboy yeeh?" Here he is with his center of the universe, a game boy. The upper bunk was just alittle bit cheaper and it has no windows. For first timers, it is good to take the lower bunk as it is bigger and you will also be able to enjoy the amazing morning view while approaching Chiangmai later. I took the top bunk, Jeremy and Eunice the bottom bunk. We ate dinner, cup noodles, bread and plenty and plenty of snacks. One word of caution though, hot water can only be obtained from the canteen car, and the canteen operator will not give away their hot water easily. Hot water comes bundled with a can of coke. So be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Foreigners are always in a party mood, especially when u put them together in a train car and plenty of beer to go by with. If you are looking for a good night sleep, then good luck to you. When buying your train ticket, another important thing u should do is to request for seats away from the automatic door. Imagine people go in and out, psssst.. open, then the noise from the train grew louder... tuuk tukk teekk takk tukkk teek takk... then pssssssst ... close. 2 minutes later... pssst... open...again. all night long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05484%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05484%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, the view was incredible, as we travelled closer to Chiangmai, it was all hilly areas, dense vegetation, wide open fields, village houses, hills and hills, beautiful! Everything was just wonderful. Fancy waking up in a train, Jeremy loved it. I think we should do this for our kids, it will be a wonderful experience for them. We ate breakfast and sat back and enjoyed the view. At about 8am, we arrived at Chiangmai. The weather in Chiangmai is much cooler than that in Bangkok. According to the locals, during year end, the winter season, temperature can go as low as below 20 degrees c. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05486%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05486%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chiangmai train station is quite small. If you booked your room from any tour agency in Bangkok, there will certainly be someone waiting for you at the station, they will carry a card bearing your name. We taught Jeremy how to say "sawadeekap", he said it right but shy away almost imediately after that.&lt;br /&gt;The tour agency guy will pick you up and you guess it right! He will bring you to his shop and offer you many tour packages and motorcycle rental. Don't get slaughtered , the price they offer you will be the most expensive around.. why? because you're new. Kindly, thank them for their courtesy and go about hunting for tour packages on your own. It is easily 30% cheaper. I know one cheap and good tour agency there. 1 full day Chiangrai, Chiangsien, Golden Triangle + boat trip, MaiSai border and Long neck village will only cost you about THB1200. Some foreign people believe that it is unethical to visit the long neck village. However the locals see it differently. There in town you can rent a small 110cc motorcycle for THB150 per day, petrol not inclusive. Be prepared to surrender your passport. It is quite safe to ride in Chiangmai. The traffic there is not as chaotic as Bangkok. It is a wonderful way to get around. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/chiangmai_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/chiangmai_map.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The city is square, it is surrounded by canals and ancient walls. It is a city of temples. There are more temples there than Penang, Malaysia. We checked-in, left our stuffs at the hotel, came out and rented a bike. Jeremy sat infront of me and Eunice at the back. We toured the city. We &lt;em&gt;ate pork leg rice, &lt;/em&gt;for lunch that afternoon. We continued to tour the city, visiting temples after temples, stop whenever and wherever we wished. I kept an eye for nice things to eat, Eunice kept one eye on clothes shops and another on Jeremy. Jeremy went on and on about wanting to go back to the hotel to have his dose of Opium! The next time round, we got so tired of it and brought Opium along wherever we went. It kept him quiet. We enjoyed ourselves very much. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05487%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05487%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken in the market. Jeremy was attracted to the fishes. We left him there for awhile, we walked away going about our shopping. He just stood there, with those fishes. The Thai ladies took notice of him and spoke to him. Didn't know what he said, but I admired his courage. Sometimes I think even at 3 and a half years old, he is already half a man. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05492%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05492%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He can even handle the camera, he took this for us, not bad for a 3 year old. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05494%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05494%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is another ancient temple. This one stands 5 ,6 stories tall,built hundred of years ago. It was definitely worth a visit. It takes only about 20 minutes to make one full round, around the city on bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05496%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05496%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along the way, we also stopped by a beautiful garden, Jeremy blew bubbles and fed the pigeons there. He mingled with the locals as though he knew them for ages already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05503%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05503%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went back to the hotel after that, showered and nap. We woke up in the evening and headed for the night bazaar. The night bazaar is a must place to visit in Chiangmai. It is easy, it you have gotten around abit with the bike. You can use the map and navigate yourself around. You can also choose the easy way out, catch a tuk-tuk, there are plenty of them. It is advisable to take the tuk-tuk. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05525%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05525%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recommend 1 very good place to eat there. It is like a seafood food court. There you have plenty of choice, seafood is cheap and tasty. Try the &lt;em&gt;Pad Thai with prawns and the famed Tom Yam Kung soup !!&lt;/em&gt; excite your taste buds, I think it was just about the most delicious food I've ever tasted. honest ! I nearly ate the bowl too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05524%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05524%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy insisted on eating by himself with a pair of chopsticks. After dinner, we toured the night bazaar. Arts and crafts are aplenty. The quality of the products there were good and the price were also reasonable.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05526%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05526%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you're moving in a new house and have been shopping around for lights and decors, instead of Ikea.. try Chiangmai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05530%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05530%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How is this picture? It was taken by a 3 year old, Good? I thought so too. Maybe I will buy him an SLR on his 5th birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;We called it a day shortly after that , went back to the hotel. The next morning, we woke up early, went downstairs for breakfast. The van came soon after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;The tour. We were bundled together with an italian man and 2 other Italian ladies. They were awfully friendly and alot of fun to be with, especially the ladies. Jeremy glued to them. The rest of the trip, I think he spent more time with his new found friend than with us !&lt;br /&gt;The first stop is a Hot Spring about an hour away from Chiang Mai. The water in the hot springs was 95 degrees C, locals boil eggs and bamboo shoots in it. The river just beside the springs has strange red colored soils. It was interesting, Jeremy went about with his friends as usual, here is a pic of Jeremy and Corinna. Double peace !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05536%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05536%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We set off again, this time the ride to the next destination the ancient ruins of Chiang Sien took more than 2 hours. The journey was uneventful. You will pass by Chiangrai city. Jeremy was never bored throughout the trip, he always has something to do or someone to disturb. He kept the ladies busy. Actually deep inside, it's kind of a blessing for me, cause they got Jeremy off my back. I was happy. He switched seat front to back and back to front again in almost every 5 minutes interval. After plenty of "Jeremy !" . "Jeeeremy !!! " we arrived at our destination.&lt;br /&gt;All these while we were brought about by our tour guide, a local Thai. We stand in awe of a great ancient temple. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05545%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05545%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is remarkable, the seer size makes you wonder how people many hundreds of years ago were able to construct such a structure without machineries. We spent about half an hour there.&lt;br /&gt;The Golden triangle was next, it only took a few minutes from the ancient ruin to the Golden Triangle. The triangle is a border, a meeting place between 3 countries on the Mekong river. This is the border point between Laos, Thailand and Burma. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05547%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05547%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many years ago, it was a heaven for opium traders. In case you are wondering, no , there isn't any more opium there anymore. The Mekong river is huge. Standing on the Thailand side, across the river is Laos and left bank is Burma. During the boat ride later, the boat man will bring you to a place where all 3 countries were just a stone throw away from each other. Maybe during opium trade many years ago, all they needed was a good strong arm to do exports and imports.. :p&lt;br /&gt;Soon we got into our safety jackets and headed for the boats. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05549%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05549%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The small motor boat can take 7 person including the boat man at one time. It is powered by old 3 litre Nissan, Toyota Diesel engines. I think it was taken out from trucks. They are awfully powerful, be prepared to get wet. We enjoyed the boat ride very much. It brought us to the center of the triangle, then to Laos. We stopped for half and hour at Laos. It wasn't much of Laos actually, just a piece of land on Laos with tents setup to sell sourvenirs and snake whisky. Do try them. I did and it burnt from my lips right to my stomach. It has cobras and scorpions in them, try yes but buy a bottle, i think not. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05552%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05552%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you can chop your passport, it's free It is not an official chop, so you don't get another 30 days in Thailand. We shopped about, Jeremy went about with his "teachers" he said, he held Corinna's and Eugennia's hand and swing about. He was happy. The ladies had fun with him too. We bought key chains and a can of Laos beer for Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Another boat ride back to Thailand. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05562%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05562%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boat was travelling at high speed, we pin Jeremy in between and took a snap, how's this?. Lunch came after that, the buffet lunch was good. Nothing fancy but still good. I think mainly because we were all quite hungry. Jeremy went about his usual self. He is extremely cute sometimes, especially with ladies.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05565%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05565%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were good friends. We chat for a while, got into the van and set off of Mae Sai border, Thailand and Burma border.&lt;br /&gt;The Maesai border is the most Northern part of Thailand. It is a busy little town swarmed with shops, peddlars locals and burmese alike. The Thai visit the Burmese border for shopping. There are day markets selling all sorts of products at both side of the border. It is a very busy place, one should take good care of their belonging while sight seeing. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05381%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05381%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture, in a distance, you can see a light blue arc, if u zoom it up real big, it reads "Union of Myammar". The border city on the Burmese side is called Tachilek. Jeremy and Eunice went along with the italians, they walked about Mae Sai shopping. The products there weren't Thai or Burmese, they were all Chinese !! 95% if u ask me. Chinese traders use the Mekong river to transport products from China. It is a pity. I looked around for Burmese product in Mae Sai but to no avail. The tour guide told me the only Burmese product you can find there are the currencies and "yellow powder" (facial powder Burmese ladies apply on the faces for protection against the sun). I walk through the left side entrance of the arc, exit Thailand, walk across the brigde and entered into the Union of Myammar. At the imigration I paid THB500, they took my picture and kept my passport. huh?! no passport, I was puzzled for a moment. They gave me a slip and said ok. I realized that I am only to claim my passport back during my return.&lt;br /&gt;Tachilek is small border town. It is not as busy as Mae Sai. Imediately after the river, on your right there it is again, a day market packed with people. The products there are no different from the ones in Mae Sai, all chinese !! I had only 10 minutes there, I walked alittle further down. A couple of man approached me , they said " Sui puiyin, puiyin sui sui"( in Thai which means..pretty girls?, girls pretty? ), you know what they were up to, I needn't go further. Burmese language is very different from Thai. I walked around, it looks like a quiet little town. I stopped by a road side stall .I thought that if I can't get any Burmese sourveniers, I might as well try some Burmese food. Happily I bought Burmese pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;Later I learnt that the pancake man was a Nepalese! Time ran out, I quit and went back to Mae Sai, heart broken. First time in Mae Sai, did not have time to cross the border, heart broken, came so close to Myammar. Second time in Mae Sai, managed to cross the border, better.. but still alittle set back, came back empty handed. The third time, I will go to Mandalay. There I guarantee I won't miss it ! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05573%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05573%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in our itinerary, the Akka and the Long neck's hill tribe village. These hill tribe people originated from Burma and China. According to the locals, they lived in the hills of Thailand on working visa ! really. There is the Akka people, the ladies are the head of the family. Whatever the ladies say, the man follows. The ladies wear a large traditional hat. When they smile at you while chewing on their tobacco, smile back! Try not to notice their beautiful teeth. There are also the "Big ears" ( huge ear rings, at least an inch in diameter! ) and the popular "Karen Long neck ".&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05574%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05574%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most western visitors refuse to visit the long neck people because they believe these people has been expoited for commercial gain purposes. There are many sides to this story, the local Thai believes that we should visit them because we are the only source of their income. The locals claimed that these people are Burmese. Over here in Thailand, they work for tourism whereas in their home country, they have to plough fields under the hot sun while wearing the rings. The girls start to wear ring around their neck at a tender age of 4. They add one ring each year until it is impossible to add anymore. I carried the sample rings, you can see it in the picture, I believe it was at least 3 kilograms. It is quite pityful if you ask me. I believe this culture is too cruel. I asked why, why still do this. Culture they said, culture. The lady in the picture speaks good English by the way, don't be surprise. She said she wants her baby girl to be just like us. Do you want to know the story behind the rings? Well, I believe most of you would want to. It all started like this,.. A long time ago, in a village in the jungle. The man went out to hunt and left the ladies and the children at home. There came a tiger, it killed the ladies. It bit them at the neck, the hands and the legs. The man came back and was devastated. One night the spirit came down to one of the man while he was asleep, the spirit told that man that all the ladies in the village should wear rings around their neck, hands and legs. That's the end of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;After the village, it was a 4 hours of long and winding ride back to Chiangmai. By the time we reached Chiangmai, it was 8.30pm. The van dropped each of us at our hotels, we bid goodbye to our friends. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05576%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05576%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a pleasure knowing them.&lt;br /&gt;We refresh ourselves at the hotel and went out for dinner. Yup, you guess it right, we went back to the night bazaar seafood food court to inject ourselves with &lt;em&gt;Tom Yam Kung &lt;/em&gt;and suck on &lt;em&gt;Pad Thai.&lt;/em&gt; What you see on the table here cost a mere THB300, beer included. It was delicous, I had to recap. I can't stand it. It's too good. One day we may just take a flight to Chiangmai just for these 2 dishes.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we walked along the night bazaar. Shop alittle more , went back to the hotel.We still have another day tomorrow, our train leaves Chiangmai for Bangkok at about 5pm. We're cool. I took my camera and said "Jeremy, give me ... big eyes.. .. " , snap!&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we started of a little easier, took our time eating breakfast at the hotel. After that I went out to rent a motorcycle again, since we have to check out of the hotel at 2pm. I rented the bike for half a day, it cost THB100. We tour the city again, this time we took a different route. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05581%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05581%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found beautiful temples and also many new shopping areas. Eunice was happier than ever. We left her at shop, me and Jeremy wandered off. We can back later for Eunice, she was on a shopping spree. Ladies, chiangmai is a good place to shop. Trust me. Eunice wasn't so much of a shopaholic back home, here in Thailand she is like a shopaholic on steriods ! Buy buy buy.. it&lt;br /&gt;'s cheap, it's nice..buy.. Back at the hotel in Bangkok, I scratched my head bald thinking on how to carry those things back home. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05586%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05586%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had lots of fun, here is 3 year old camera man at work again. How's this one? Initially, Jeremy stood quite near. We told him we like us and the statues behind in the picture. He held the camera up and down for awhile, .. we grew impatient and asked him. Then he said , "cannot". It was quite funny really, we got him to take a few steps back ... and snap! Not bad eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05589%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05589%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05588%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05588%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop motion animation.&lt;br /&gt;1) Download these 2 pictures. 2) Launch your picture viewer 3) Switch between these 2 pictures real fast 4) Say "Vroom.. vroooooommm". Please do item 3 and 4 at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05594%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05594%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple in the heart of the city.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Chiangmai, you've been so wonderful. We will miss you, see you again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our train left Chiangmai. I've been to Chiangmai twice, both times the train to Chiangmai has bigger lower bunk bed and the return trip has smaller lower bunk bed; to Chiangmai, the train car was 100% foreigner, the return trip has locals. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;The train reached Bangkok at 5.30am, if you stay at Sia Rangsit, you can get down at DonMuang station , from DonMuang( old airport ) to Sia is only about 15 minutes. BS apartment is a cool place to stay, it allowed us to check in even at 6am in the morning. Before we left for Chiangmai, we reserved a room, we came back 1 day late. However everything was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept till noon, woke up for lunch and to Bangkok town once again. Eunice gave me that look, that shopping look ! We went to the Siam Ocean World at the Siam Paragon shopping complex. It has huge collection of ocean fishes. Sharks, luggage size garoupers and etc. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/1600/DSC05608%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3847/4065/320/DSC05608%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy enjoyed himself , but we think he enjoyed the little playground in the Ocean world more than the aquarium itself. There was a touch pool, here we have Jeremy with a star fish. The entrance tickets was THB1250 adult, THB750 kids. Pricey!&lt;br /&gt;In Bangkok, to get from 1 place to another around the city is easy. There is the sky train, the MRT, the ever realiable tuk tuk, the taxi and the bus, take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;Next MBK ( Mah boon Krong) shopping complex, the national monument. Areas around the national monument, there were swarms and swarms of shops. 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