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From the May 2016 trip to Thailand and Cambodia:
After five days in Thailand (3 in Bangkok, which included the day trip to Ayuthaya, and 2 nights on Koh Chang), it was time to make our way to Cambodia. There were two places in Cambodia I was looking forward to seeing: Angkor Wat (which pretty much everyone who comes to southeast Asia wants to see) and Phnom Penh’s Killing Field memorials.
First, though, was the matter of getting from a semi-remote tropical island in Thailand to the national capital of Cambodia, about 400 kilometers to the east. There isn’t a direct, easy way to do this, so being able to get it done in the time I hoped for was the biggest concern of the whole trip to me. Part of the reason time was such a factor is because I had only planned to spend Friday evening and all day Saturday (until early afternoon) in Phnom Penh before flying out to Siem Reap. With so little time there, I wanted to have as much as possible. With that in mind on waking up, I wasn’t sure how the day would turn out. I’m glad to say, it went very well.
The first thing we needed to do was get from the Arunee Resort to the pier on the opposite side of a small mountain at 6:00 in the morning…on an island with no taxis. (It is a tropical place to relax, after all.) The hotel drove us over in a truck for 300 baht. After another 40 baht/person ferry ride across the gulf, we got back to the mainland sometime around 7:40. From there, another 50 baht/person via tuktuk/van to the main bus terminal in Trat, about 45 minutes away found us in good time to grab a bus. (This is the terminal to come to for buses returning to Bangkok or going on to the Cambodian border.)
The minibus to the Cambodian border was roughly an hour and a half ride, and I was another 120 baht/person lighter. The time flew by, though, as we only passed through one very small town between Trat and Hat Lek (the border town).
The border crossing at Hat Lek is a bit interesting. Lonely Planet advised me ahead of time that this is the most expensive (and only truly expensive) border crossing between Thailand and Cambodia. (Unfortunately for me, it was also the only practical/logical one to use, so I didn’t have an option.) Via airports and at all other border crossings, the Cambodian visa costs about $25-30. Here at Hat Lek, though – and I don’t know why – it’s over $50. The fact that there isn’t uniform regulations at border crossings seemed suspect to me to begin with, but it doesn’t change the fact that you still have to do what they say. (You just get the feeling that you’re being fleeced unnecessarily…and by government officials, at that.)
On arriving at the border, the first thing you do is pass through the Thai exit post, which is quick and painless (and free). Walking a few meters farther, you come to the Cambodian entry office, which has a lot of folding tables set up outside. The first thing you do (as US citizen, anyway) is hand over your passport to someone who does NOT look official – yet, he is. You pay him 1600 baht for the visa, plus another 200 baht if you don’t have a passport picture on hand (which I didn’t). So…that was $60 more out of pocket.
Also, while sitting at these tables having your passport/visa processed, people will come up and ask where you’re going and offer private cars to get there. There are supposedly three buses from Hat Lek to Phnom Penh, the last leaving at 11:30 in the morning (and taking 5 hours to get to the capital), and you would have to take a car to the town/bus stop which is about 10 km away. (Not knowing, precisely, how to do that, I went for the easiest way there and just agreed to pay a guy 1000 baht/person to drive us in his Camry all the way – 300 km – to Phnom Penh. It ended up costing 2000 baht (close to $65) plus another $25US in total. Now, $90 may seem a bit expensive, but this was a personal car, what amounted to be a 4 hour ride, and he dropped us off right at our hotel. (I put this in perspective simply by thinking of the cost of a taxi ride from Newark International Airport to JFK in New York City…and this deal was much, much better.) The only thing that was slightly disconcerting is that we didn’t actually know this guy and could have possibly been taken advantage of. However, my charmed life seems to continue…
We got to our hotel and checked in by 4:00 in the afternoon on Friday, so things – though slightly pricy by local standards – went very, very well. The Number 9 Hotel (on St. 258) is less than a five minute walk from the Royal Palace in downtown Phnom Penh. There are quite a few monuments around the area as well (Vietnam-Cambodia Friendship Monument, Independence Monument, etc.) The hotel itself was also a bit no-frills, and advertised a Jacuzzi/spa on the roof…which they said was under repair after we checked in. No worries, though; the restaurant at the hotel was quite good and I think it’s the only place we ate for the ~24 hours that we were there. The staff and service were top notch.
As I was still getting over the previous day’s bug/virus/whatever, I didn’t go out on Friday night. Saturday, though, was a different story. Just outside the hotel (and there are quite a few boutique guesthouses on the rather short St 258) are a group of tuktuk drivers all happy to get your business.
Now, Phnom Penh isn’t actually much of a tourist destination. In total, there’s the Royal Palace & Silver Pagoda (within walking distance) and the National Museum (just north of the palace). Additionally, there’s the Russian Market (which we didn’t get to). The main reason I really wanted to come to Phnom Penh, though, was to go to the Tuol Sleng Museum and the Killing Fields of Choeung Ek. (I won’t give a long history lesson here, though highly encourage anyone reading this to do a quick Wikipedia search for “Choeung Ek Killing Fields” or, for something slightly more in depth, try to find information from the Khmer Rouge regime from 1975-1979.)
The only things I’ll mention about that era is that, in 1975, the population of Cambodia was about 8 million people. In the five years of the Khmer Rouge regime, they saw fit to assassinate close to 3 million of their countrymen. (Think about that for a minute…imagine your country’s population, whatever the number, then imagine the country is taken over by a military regime that commences to slaughter 35% of the populace. The most conservative numbers I’ve seen are 2 million killed, which is still 25%.)
With that as background info, we arranged one of the tuktuks to take us to the Tuol Sleng Museum, then to the Killing Fields, 15 km southwest of downtown Phnom Penh. Our driver, Ron (perhaps Ran, but pronounced like the former) agreed to be our driver for the day. He took us to the museum, then the killing field, then in the early afternoon to the National Museum and picked us up at the Royal Palace around 3:00. At 4:00, he ushered us about 15 km north of town to the airport. We met his wife as we went to the airport. Total cost for the day: $33.
Our first stop was the Tuol Sleng Museum. This is a former high school (a place of optimism, aspiration) that the Khmer Rouge converted into a torture chamber. (Additional psychological trauma, I guess?) I’ll give no details, save to say that I likened it to a Nazi concentration camp minus the gas chamber. To visit here, though, you are spared no detail in the presentation. I’ll commend (perhaps not the best word) the Cambodians for owning up to their atrocities. Other countries in the region could learn a lot from this. (They say it’s important to bare all so that people can see the horror and it will be less likely to happen again.) Anyway, after paying the admission ($6, I think?), you wander through the buildings with your audio guide and the many well-presented exhibits. At the end, about an hour later, there’s a man selling a book for $10. He’s a survivor of this place. I really had no words; just hugged the guy. He and his daughter said he was spared simply because he knew how to fix and use a typewriter.
After leaving Tuol Sleng, in quite a somber mood, Ran took us across town to the Choeung Ek Killing Fields (this is probably the most famous one in the nation, though there are literally hundreds here…and also still many active landmines from the war in the 1970s, so…I wouldn’t wander around too freely).
If the Tuol Sleng Museum was somber, this place is equally, if not more, harrowing. The admission here was also around $6 or so, and comes with another audio guide. There’s also a small room/museum with a 15 minute informative video. After that, you wander from point to point where you learn that this place was the former mass grave for Chinese. You also see mass graves for women, for babies…a tree (still standing) where babies were murdered, and so on. The final stop is a memorial stupa which contains the skulls and other bones of countless victims, classified by gender and method of murder (though all victims are still unidentified). However, the presentation is more than powerful enough to make its point.
The morning touring done, we returned to Number 9, had a leisurely lunch, then had Ran take us up to the National Museum. It’s a rather small museum, though quite good – especially if you like stone Buddhas. The museum admission is around $5, and the building has four small wings, that visitors tend to visit beginning on the left and going in a clockwise manner. No picures are allowed to be taken inside the museum (which I thought rather unfortunate, as it really was quite interesting and tasteful, as far as museums go), but you could take pictures of the museum itself and the internal courtyard. Leisurely seeing the entire museum takes less than an hour.
From there, it was about a 5-10 minute walk along the palace wall (north side, around the east wall that runs parallel to the river). After paying to enter the Royal Palace at the southeast gate, you’re allowed entry to the grounds and have access to view buildings such as the Coronation Hall, the Crown Room, and the Silver Pagoda. This is essentially quite similar to Thailand’s Royal Palace in terms of how much (and what) you can see, though it wasn’t quite as nice as Thailand’s to me. (I don’t mean to imply that it’s not nice, though; it was an enjoyable afternoon, though with temps around 40 degrees, my energy waned rather quickly.)
After an hour or so here at the Royal Palace, we made our way back to Number 9 (at this point, barely a 2 minute ride by tuktuk), where we rested until 4:00 and had Ran take us to the airport for our 7:30 flight to Siem Reap, 45 minutes away.
En route, though – and also from observations riding around on the way back from Choeung Ek – I got the impression that while Phnom Penh may not be the most touristy place in the world, it sure seemed like a great place to live (as much for expats as anyone). There’s still a lot of French influence, so my first abstract impression is that it reminded me of a combination of the French Quarter in New Orleans, Fuxing in Shanghai, and just some trendy/hippie areas in general. There were lots of cool little boutique hotels, restaurants, stores…and the Cambodians are exceptionally friendly and pleasant (as are Thais). I don’t know that I’ll ever come back here, but I certainly wouldn’t feel bad if I did…
At any rate, those were just my impressions on the way out of town. Getting to the airport, I was ready for the final stop: Siem Reap & Angkor Wat. The only thing standing between me and my ultimate destination…a prop jet.
Recipe Name: Randy's 3 in 1 glaze Alisa version
Cone: 6 Color:
Firing: Oxidation Surface: Glossy
Amount Ingredient
5 Frit--Ferro 3134
41 Feldspar--Custer
12 Ball Clay--Old Mine #4
10 Red Art
10 Spodumene--Foote
6 Dolomite
10 Bone Ash
10 Silica
6
110 Total
Unity Oxide
.067 Li2O
.105 Na2O
.176 K2O
.133 MgO
.519 CaO
1.000 Total
.493 Al2O3
.057 B2O3
.025 Fe2O3
3.442 SiO2
.011 TiO2
.103 P2O5
7 Ratio
6.6 Exp
Comments: A gloss, to semi gloss gl aze with an overall warm beige color. Milky where thickest. Smooth surface. I like this glaze the best of the 4 tests because of it’s warmer color. However, sill no overlapping or breaking effects, as glaze is quite evenloy covering.
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From the May 2016 trip to Thailand and Cambodia:
After five days in Thailand (3 in Bangkok, which included the day trip to Ayuthaya, and 2 nights on Koh Chang), it was time to make our way to Cambodia. There were two places in Cambodia I was looking forward to seeing: Angkor Wat (which pretty much everyone who comes to southeast Asia wants to see) and Phnom Penh’s Killing Field memorials.
First, though, was the matter of getting from a semi-remote tropical island in Thailand to the national capital of Cambodia, about 400 kilometers to the east. There isn’t a direct, easy way to do this, so being able to get it done in the time I hoped for was the biggest concern of the whole trip to me. Part of the reason time was such a factor is because I had only planned to spend Friday evening and all day Saturday (until early afternoon) in Phnom Penh before flying out to Siem Reap. With so little time there, I wanted to have as much as possible. With that in mind on waking up, I wasn’t sure how the day would turn out. I’m glad to say, it went very well.
The first thing we needed to do was get from the Arunee Resort to the pier on the opposite side of a small mountain at 6:00 in the morning…on an island with no taxis. (It is a tropical place to relax, after all.) The hotel drove us over in a truck for 300 baht. After another 40 baht/person ferry ride across the gulf, we got back to the mainland sometime around 7:40. From there, another 50 baht/person via tuktuk/van to the main bus terminal in Trat, about 45 minutes away found us in good time to grab a bus. (This is the terminal to come to for buses returning to Bangkok or going on to the Cambodian border.)
The minibus to the Cambodian border was roughly an hour and a half ride, and I was another 120 baht/person lighter. The time flew by, though, as we only passed through one very small town between Trat and Hat Lek (the border town).
The border crossing at Hat Lek is a bit interesting. Lonely Planet advised me ahead of time that this is the most expensive (and only truly expensive) border crossing between Thailand and Cambodia. (Unfortunately for me, it was also the only practical/logical one to use, so I didn’t have an option.) Via airports and at all other border crossings, the Cambodian visa costs about $25-30. Here at Hat Lek, though – and I don’t know why – it’s over $50. The fact that there isn’t uniform regulations at border crossings seemed suspect to me to begin with, but it doesn’t change the fact that you still have to do what they say. (You just get the feeling that you’re being fleeced unnecessarily…and by government officials, at that.)
On arriving at the border, the first thing you do is pass through the Thai exit post, which is quick and painless (and free). Walking a few meters farther, you come to the Cambodian entry office, which has a lot of folding tables set up outside. The first thing you do (as US citizen, anyway) is hand over your passport to someone who does NOT look official – yet, he is. You pay him 1600 baht for the visa, plus another 200 baht if you don’t have a passport picture on hand (which I didn’t). So…that was $60 more out of pocket.
Also, while sitting at these tables having your passport/visa processed, people will come up and ask where you’re going and offer private cars to get there. There are supposedly three buses from Hat Lek to Phnom Penh, the last leaving at 11:30 in the morning (and taking 5 hours to get to the capital), and you would have to take a car to the town/bus stop which is about 10 km away. (Not knowing, precisely, how to do that, I went for the easiest way there and just agreed to pay a guy 1000 baht/person to drive us in his Camry all the way – 300 km – to Phnom Penh. It ended up costing 2000 baht (close to $65) plus another $25US in total. Now, $90 may seem a bit expensive, but this was a personal car, what amounted to be a 4 hour ride, and he dropped us off right at our hotel. (I put this in perspective simply by thinking of the cost of a taxi ride from Newark International Airport to JFK in New York City…and this deal was much, much better.) The only thing that was slightly disconcerting is that we didn’t actually know this guy and could have possibly been taken advantage of. However, my charmed life seems to continue…
We got to our hotel and checked in by 4:00 in the afternoon on Friday, so things – though slightly pricy by local standards – went very, very well. The Number 9 Hotel (on St. 258) is less than a five minute walk from the Royal Palace in downtown Phnom Penh. There are quite a few monuments around the area as well (Vietnam-Cambodia Friendship Monument, Independence Monument, etc.) The hotel itself was also a bit no-frills, and advertised a Jacuzzi/spa on the roof…which they said was under repair after we checked in. No worries, though; the restaurant at the hotel was quite good and I think it’s the only place we ate for the ~24 hours that we were there. The staff and service were top notch.
As I was still getting over the previous day’s bug/virus/whatever, I didn’t go out on Friday night. Saturday, though, was a different story. Just outside the hotel (and there are quite a few boutique guesthouses on the rather short St 258) are a group of tuktuk drivers all happy to get your business.
Now, Phnom Penh isn’t actually much of a tourist destination. In total, there’s the Royal Palace & Silver Pagoda (within walking distance) and the National Museum (just north of the palace). Additionally, there’s the Russian Market (which we didn’t get to). The main reason I really wanted to come to Phnom Penh, though, was to go to the Tuol Sleng Museum and the Killing Fields of Choeung Ek. (I won’t give a long history lesson here, though highly encourage anyone reading this to do a quick Wikipedia search for “Choeung Ek Killing Fields” or, for something slightly more in depth, try to find information from the Khmer Rouge regime from 1975-1979.)
The only things I’ll mention about that era is that, in 1975, the population of Cambodia was about 8 million people. In the five years of the Khmer Rouge regime, they saw fit to assassinate close to 3 million of their countrymen. (Think about that for a minute…imagine your country’s population, whatever the number, then imagine the country is taken over by a military regime that commences to slaughter 35% of the populace. The most conservative numbers I’ve seen are 2 million killed, which is still 25%.)
With that as background info, we arranged one of the tuktuks to take us to the Tuol Sleng Museum, then to the Killing Fields, 15 km southwest of downtown Phnom Penh. Our driver, Ron (perhaps Ran, but pronounced like the former) agreed to be our driver for the day. He took us to the museum, then the killing field, then in the early afternoon to the National Museum and picked us up at the Royal Palace around 3:00. At 4:00, he ushered us about 15 km north of town to the airport. We met his wife as we went to the airport. Total cost for the day: $33.
Our first stop was the Tuol Sleng Museum. This is a former high school (a place of optimism, aspiration) that the Khmer Rouge converted into a torture chamber. (Additional psychological trauma, I guess?) I’ll give no details, save to say that I likened it to a Nazi concentration camp minus the gas chamber. To visit here, though, you are spared no detail in the presentation. I’ll commend (perhaps not the best word) the Cambodians for owning up to their atrocities. Other countries in the region could learn a lot from this. (They say it’s important to bare all so that people can see the horror and it will be less likely to happen again.) Anyway, after paying the admission ($6, I think?), you wander through the buildings with your audio guide and the many well-presented exhibits. At the end, about an hour later, there’s a man selling a book for $10. He’s a survivor of this place. I really had no words; just hugged the guy. He and his daughter said he was spared simply because he knew how to fix and use a typewriter.
After leaving Tuol Sleng, in quite a somber mood, Ran took us across town to the Choeung Ek Killing Fields (this is probably the most famous one in the nation, though there are literally hundreds here…and also still many active landmines from the war in the 1970s, so…I wouldn’t wander around too freely).
If the Tuol Sleng Museum was somber, this place is equally, if not more, harrowing. The admission here was also around $6 or so, and comes with another audio guide. There’s also a small room/museum with a 15 minute informative video. After that, you wander from point to point where you learn that this place was the former mass grave for Chinese. You also see mass graves for women, for babies…a tree (still standing) where babies were murdered, and so on. The final stop is a memorial stupa which contains the skulls and other bones of countless victims, classified by gender and method of murder (though all victims are still unidentified). However, the presentation is more than powerful enough to make its point.
The morning touring done, we returned to Number 9, had a leisurely lunch, then had Ran take us up to the National Museum. It’s a rather small museum, though quite good – especially if you like stone Buddhas. The museum admission is around $5, and the building has four small wings, that visitors tend to visit beginning on the left and going in a clockwise manner. No picures are allowed to be taken inside the museum (which I thought rather unfortunate, as it really was quite interesting and tasteful, as far as museums go), but you could take pictures of the museum itself and the internal courtyard. Leisurely seeing the entire museum takes less than an hour.
From there, it was about a 5-10 minute walk along the palace wall (north side, around the east wall that runs parallel to the river). After paying to enter the Royal Palace at the southeast gate, you’re allowed entry to the grounds and have access to view buildings such as the Coronation Hall, the Crown Room, and the Silver Pagoda. This is essentially quite similar to Thailand’s Royal Palace in terms of how much (and what) you can see, though it wasn’t quite as nice as Thailand’s to me. (I don’t mean to imply that it’s not nice, though; it was an enjoyable afternoon, though with temps around 40 degrees, my energy waned rather quickly.)
After an hour or so here at the Royal Palace, we made our way back to Number 9 (at this point, barely a 2 minute ride by tuktuk), where we rested until 4:00 and had Ran take us to the airport for our 7:30 flight to Siem Reap, 45 minutes away.
En route, though – and also from observations riding around on the way back from Choeung Ek – I got the impression that while Phnom Penh may not be the most touristy place in the world, it sure seemed like a great place to live (as much for expats as anyone). There’s still a lot of French influence, so my first abstract impression is that it reminded me of a combination of the French Quarter in New Orleans, Fuxing in Shanghai, and just some trendy/hippie areas in general. There were lots of cool little boutique hotels, restaurants, stores…and the Cambodians are exceptionally friendly and pleasant (as are Thais). I don’t know that I’ll ever come back here, but I certainly wouldn’t feel bad if I did…
At any rate, those were just my impressions on the way out of town. Getting to the airport, I was ready for the final stop: Siem Reap & Angkor Wat. The only thing standing between me and my ultimate destination…a prop jet.
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Title: Ruins of Convent, St Pierre, Martinique
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Year: 1927
Height: 3 in
Width: 5.5 in
Media: gelatin silver print
Color: b/w
Country: Martinique
Town: St Pierre
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Bruno watched as the events of the day unfold. And, eventful, it was. Kalim was a bit upset when I walked up. I had just walked past Rosie in the front of the enclosure who was poking leaves outside the netting with a long stick, trying to get to the leaves. Now Kalim was throwing a long stick at the large crowd that had gathered ... or, I should say at a very tall and large man clad in a yellow shirt in the crowd. For some reason, she didn't mind playing with his also very tall and large, dark and curly haired son, but she didn't seem to like his father at all. She would hit the foliage with the stick, and then throw it into the crowd when the man came near or spoke to her ... perhaps because the man kept calling her a "him?!" (LOL) Anyway, the man and the son would hand her back the stick or toss it gently near her as I stood there. And, she would take it back, hit the bushes angerly, or throw it toward the crowd. Finally, she just got too perturbed and spit at the man over and over.
As Bruno watched, his eyes seemed to say, "I wouldn't make her angry if I were you..."
I stayed far enough back to keep from the spit and the danger of the stick.
The man and son walked away, so Kalim quieted down, and Bruno climbed to the shelf above and peered over the side at us. Kalim played quietly near the netting.
Then, the man and son came back ... and Kalim became restless again. She picked up the stick again. I warned a family with young children, and a young woman nearby that she would throw the stick and spit. So, they removed themselves from harm's way. Then, Kalim started again. I told the man, "She only behaves like that when you're around." She really didn't like the man at all, and hit and spit again ... giving another throw or two of the stick at the crowd. But, this time, she also played tug-a-war with the boy ... he would pull with all his might, and she would just hold it ... and then give a tug or two that nearly knocked him flat. When she became tired of it, they tried to interest her with the stick again.
That's when a woman in the crowd became very angry. She exclaimed, "Am I the only adult here that doesn't think that is a good idea or example for the kids?!"
She made a few more angry statements, and then a man behind me said, "Well, I do think you are not the boy's mother."
She became more frustrated, and said, "Well, he's too old to be here with parents!"
The man stated, "Well, he is here with parents ..."
She couldn't believe it.
Shortly afterwards, the Public Safety Officers arrived and pulled the man and his boy aside and said they had received several calls on the matter. They told the men that it was reported that they had been seen taunting the animals, poking it with sticks, etc. I had not witnessed any such cruel behavior, though I did see that Kalim did not like the man. From what I saw, it only looked like the man and his son were trying to playfully interact with the animal. But, it was obvious that it wasn't the best of ideas ... and a bit dangerous.
The man and son's IDs were taken, they were interviewed, and then escorted off the property.
Then, Bruno jumped down and made his way to the back of the enclosure, for 2 keepers had come to check on them. He quietly held onto the netting and watched them, as they spoke gently to him and rubbed his fingers.
Kalim came over, and they looked her over and spoke to her. Then, Berani, Minyak (the once very sickly and depressed male) and Kalim's daughter came over. She stayed fairly high in the netting, almost taunting the keeper. The keeper tried to coax her down, and finally slowly shook the netting to try to get her down ... but this only led to Berani wanting to play and swing in the netting. And, Berani would shake the netting herself to get the keeper to do it again and again so she could ride in the netting.
About that time, 40 yr old Eloise came over to the netting near the visitors. She has Cerebral Palsy and mental disabilities, so she basically rolled over to the visitors. Her eyes are glazed over, and her movements are slow. Her bottom lip usually hangs open awkwardly. Shortly before, she had been pressed up against the observatory glass ... visitors (such as myself) whom didn't know her physical shortcomings would think she was quite sickly.
The keepers left, just after the main keeper handed a branch to Kalim. Kalim eventually pulled it through the netting and chewed on it awhile.
Berani came over to Eloise and loved on her a bit. Then, Eloise rolled over toward the oncoming Bruno. Bruno checked on her, and loved on her a bit, also. The orangutan world was right once more.
Los Angeles Zoo
11/24/08
ARTICLES & MISC ON KALIM I FOUND ON THE WEB:
An LA Times Article on Minyak, Kalim, and Bosco Berani:
articles.latimes.com/2005/mar/28/local/me-orangutan28
Life and Times Article on Minyak, Kalim, and Berani:
www.kcet.org/lifeandtimes/archives/200505/20050509.php
Kalim and Berani Bond:
russlings.blogspot.com/2005/05/motherchild-bond.html
The LA Zoo's Orangutans:
From the May 2016 trip to Thailand and Cambodia:
After five days in Thailand (3 in Bangkok, which included the day trip to Ayuthaya, and 2 nights on Koh Chang), it was time to make our way to Cambodia. There were two places in Cambodia I was looking forward to seeing: Angkor Wat (which pretty much everyone who comes to southeast Asia wants to see) and Phnom Penh’s Killing Field memorials.
First, though, was the matter of getting from a semi-remote tropical island in Thailand to the national capital of Cambodia, about 400 kilometers to the east. There isn’t a direct, easy way to do this, so being able to get it done in the time I hoped for was the biggest concern of the whole trip to me. Part of the reason time was such a factor is because I had only planned to spend Friday evening and all day Saturday (until early afternoon) in Phnom Penh before flying out to Siem Reap. With so little time there, I wanted to have as much as possible. With that in mind on waking up, I wasn’t sure how the day would turn out. I’m glad to say, it went very well.
The first thing we needed to do was get from the Arunee Resort to the pier on the opposite side of a small mountain at 6:00 in the morning…on an island with no taxis. (It is a tropical place to relax, after all.) The hotel drove us over in a truck for 300 baht. After another 40 baht/person ferry ride across the gulf, we got back to the mainland sometime around 7:40. From there, another 50 baht/person via tuktuk/van to the main bus terminal in Trat, about 45 minutes away found us in good time to grab a bus. (This is the terminal to come to for buses returning to Bangkok or going on to the Cambodian border.)
The minibus to the Cambodian border was roughly an hour and a half ride, and I was another 120 baht/person lighter. The time flew by, though, as we only passed through one very small town between Trat and Hat Lek (the border town).
The border crossing at Hat Lek is a bit interesting. Lonely Planet advised me ahead of time that this is the most expensive (and only truly expensive) border crossing between Thailand and Cambodia. (Unfortunately for me, it was also the only practical/logical one to use, so I didn’t have an option.) Via airports and at all other border crossings, the Cambodian visa costs about $25-30. Here at Hat Lek, though – and I don’t know why – it’s over $50. The fact that there aren’t uniform regulations at border crossings seemed suspect to me to begin with, but it doesn’t change the fact that you still have to do what they say. (You just get the feeling that you’re being fleeced unnecessarily…and by government officials, at that.)
On arriving at the border, the first thing you do is pass through the Thai exit post, which is quick and painless (and free). Walking a few meters farther, you come to the Cambodian entry office, which has a lot of folding tables set up outside. The first thing you do (as US citizen, anyway) is hand over your passport to someone who does NOT look official – yet, he is. You pay him 1600 baht for the visa, plus another 200 baht if you don’t have a passport picture on hand (which I didn’t). So…that was $60 more out of pocket.
Also, while sitting at these tables having your passport/visa processed, people will come up and ask where you’re going and offer private cars to get there. There are supposedly three buses from Hat Lek to Phnom Penh, the last leaving at 11:30 in the morning (and taking 5 hours to get to the capital), and you would have to take a car to the town/bus stop which is about 10 km away. (Not knowing, precisely, how to do that, I went for the easiest way there and just agreed to pay a guy 1000 baht/person to drive us in his Camry all the way – 300 km – to Phnom Penh. It ended up costing 2000 baht (close to $65) plus another $25US in total. Now, $90 may seem a bit expensive, but this was a personal car, what amounted to be a 4 hour ride, and he dropped us off right at our hotel. (I put this in perspective simply by thinking of the cost of a taxi ride from Newark International Airport to JFK in New York City…and this deal was much, much better.) The only thing that was slightly disconcerting is that we didn’t actually know this guy and could have possibly been taken advantage of. However, my charmed life seems to continue…
We got to our hotel and checked in by 4:00 in the afternoon on Friday, so things – though slightly pricy by local standards – went very, very well. The Number 9 Hotel (on St. 258) is less than a five minute walk from the Royal Palace in downtown Phnom Penh. There are quite a few monuments around the area as well (Vietnam-Cambodia Friendship Monument, Independence Monument, etc.) The hotel itself was also a bit no-frills, and advertised a Jacuzzi/spa on the roof…which they said was under repair after we checked in. No worries, though; the restaurant at the hotel was quite good and I think it’s the only place we ate for the ~24 hours that we were there. The staff and service were top notch.
As I was still getting over the previous day’s bug/virus/whatever, I didn’t go out on Friday night. Saturday, though, was a different story. Just outside the hotel (and there are quite a few boutique guesthouses on the rather short St 258) are a group of tuktuk drivers all happy to get your business.
Now, Phnom Penh isn’t actually much of a tourist destination. In total, there’s the Royal Palace & Silver Pagoda (within walking distance) and the National Museum (just north of the palace). Additionally, there’s the Russian Market (which we didn’t get to). The main reason I really wanted to come to Phnom Penh, though, was to go to the Tuol Sleng Museum and the Killing Fields of Choeung Ek. (I won’t give a long history lesson here, though highly encourage anyone reading this to do a quick Wikipedia search for “Choeung Ek Killing Fields” or, for something slightly more in depth, try to find information from the Khmer Rouge regime from 1975-1979.)
The only things I’ll mention about that era is that, in 1975, the population of Cambodia was about 8 million people. In the five years of the Khmer Rouge regime, they saw fit to assassinate close to 3 million of their countrymen. (Think about that for a minute…imagine your country’s population, whatever the number, then imagine the country is taken over by a military regime that commences to slaughter 35% of the populace. The most conservative numbers I’ve seen are 2 million killed, which is still 25%.)
With that as background info, we arranged one of the tuktuks to take us to the Tuol Sleng Museum, then to the Killing Fields, 15 km southwest of downtown Phnom Penh. Our driver, Ron (perhaps Ran, but pronounced like the former) agreed to be our driver for the day. He took us to the museum, then the killing field, then in the early afternoon to the National Museum and picked us up at the Royal Palace around 3:00. At 4:00, he ushered us about 15 km north of town to the airport. We met his wife as we went to the airport. Total cost for the day: $33.
Our first stop was the Tuol Sleng Museum. This is a former high school (a place of optimism, aspiration) that the Khmer Rouge converted into a torture chamber. (Additional psychological trauma, I guess?) I’ll give no details, save to say that I likened it to a Nazi concentration camp minus the gas chamber. To visit here, though, you are spared no detail in the presentation. I’ll commend (perhaps not the best word) the Cambodians for owning up to their atrocities. Other countries in the region could learn a lot from this. (They say it’s important to bare all so that people can see the horror and it will be less likely to happen again.) Anyway, after paying the admission ($6, I think?), you wander through the buildings with your audio guide and the many well-presented exhibits. At the end, about an hour later, there’s a man selling a book for $10. He’s a survivor of this place. I really had no words; just hugged the guy. He and his daughter said he was spared simply because he knew how to fix and use a typewriter.
After leaving Tuol Sleng, in quite a somber mood, Ran took us across town to the Choeung Ek Killing Fields (this is probably the most famous one in the nation, though there are literally hundreds here…and also still many active landmines from the war in the 1970s, so…I wouldn’t wander around too freely).
If the Tuol Sleng Museum was somber, this place is equally, if not more, harrowing. The admission here was also around $6 or so, and comes with another audio guide. There’s also a small room/museum with a 15 minute informative video. After that, you wander from point to point where you learn that this place was the former mass grave for Chinese. You also see mass graves for women, for babies…a tree (still standing) where babies were murdered, and so on. The final stop is a memorial stupa which contains the skulls and other bones of countless victims, classified by gender and method of murder (though all victims are still unidentified). However, the presentation is more than powerful enough to make its point.
The morning touring done, we returned to Number 9, had a leisurely lunch, then had Ran take us up to the National Museum. It’s a rather small museum, though quite good – especially if you like stone Buddhas. The museum admission is around $5, and the building has four small wings, that visitors tend to visit beginning on the left and going in a clockwise manner. No picures are allowed to be taken inside the museum (which I thought rather unfortunate, as it really was quite interesting and tasteful, as far as museums go), but you could take pictures of the museum itself and the internal courtyard. Leisurely seeing the entire museum takes less than an hour.
From there, it was about a 5-10 minute walk along the palace wall (north side, around the east wall that runs parallel to the river). After paying to enter the Royal Palace at the southeast gate, you’re allowed entry to the grounds and have access to view buildings such as the Coronation Hall, the Crown Room, and the Silver Pagoda. This is essentially quite similar to Thailand’s Royal Palace in terms of how much (and what) you can see, though it wasn’t quite as nice as Thailand’s to me. (I don’t mean to imply that it’s not nice, though; it was an enjoyable afternoon, though with temps around 40 degrees, my energy waned rather quickly.)
After an hour or so here at the Royal Palace, we made our way back to Number 9 (at this point, barely a 2 minute ride by tuktuk), where we rested until 4:00 and had Ran take us to the airport for our 7:30 flight to Siem Reap, 45 minutes away.
En route, though – and also from observations riding around on the way back from Choeung Ek – I got the impression that while Phnom Penh may not be the most touristy place in the world, it sure seemed like a great place to live (as much for expats as anyone). There’s still a lot of French influence, so my first abstract impression is that it reminded me of a combination of the French Quarter in New Orleans, Fuxing in Shanghai, and just some trendy/hippie areas in general. There were lots of cool little boutique hotels, restaurants, stores…and the Cambodians are exceptionally friendly and pleasant (as are Thais). I don’t know that I’ll ever come back here, but I certainly wouldn’t feel bad if I did…
At any rate, those were just my impressions on the way out of town. Getting to the airport, I was ready for the final stop: Siem Reap & Angkor Wat. The only thing standing between me and my ultimate destination…a prop jet.
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See other consecutive photographs for family graves.
His grave:
and different angle of seat shot
In Loving Memory
Of
John Kendrick ARCHER (portrait in comments section)
Whose life of service ended on
25 July 1949
In his 85th year
Phoebe Elizabeth
Loved wife of Rev. J. K. ARCHER
15 Nov. 1953
Together at rest
(NB: death date is 15th on grave plaque; 13th in obituary and on Christchurch City Council cemeteries database entry)
Aged 87 years [3]
Block 18 Plot 31 [3]
Years in NZ at time of death: 45[3]
In Loving Memory
Of
Lucy Evelyn ARCHER
At Rest
18th November 1974
Block 18 Plot 29 [4]
Aged 72 [4]
Born in NZ [4]
ARCHER
Kendrick Gee
Loved husband of Lucy
Died 22 November 1978
And their loved son
Kingsley
Died 4th June 1944, aged 11
“Not cold beneath the grasses
Just in another room”
Block 18 Plot 30 [5]
Aged 82 [5]
Occupation: Retired judge [5]
Years In NZ at time of death: 70 [5]
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PHOEBE ELIZABETH ARCHER – Former Mayoress of Christchurch 1925-1931
Funeral notice:
ARCHER – The Funeral of the late Phoebe Elizabeth Archer will take place This Day (Monday). Service in the Colombo Street Baptist Church at 11 a.m., after which the cortege will proceed to the Ruru Lawn Cemetery. All flowers at church at 10 a.m. G. Barrell and Sons, Ltd.[7]
Obituary:
MRS J. K. ARCHER
Many friends throughout New Zealand. particularly those of the older generation, will learn with regret of the death yesterday of Mrs Phoebe Elizabeth Archer, widow of the Rev. John Kendrick Archer, formerly Mayor of Christchurch.
Mrs Archer, who was 87 years old, was born at Wisbech, Cambridgeshire, England, and her marriage to Mr Archer, a minister of the Baptist Church, was celebrated in Peterborough. In 1908. Mr and Mrs Archer came to New Zealand, where the first pulpit Mr Archer occupied was that of the Baptist Church in Napier. He served in Invercargill and Wellington before coming to Christchurch. Mr Archer entered local body politics in 1921 when he was elected to the Christchurch City Council and he continued to hold office until 1925, when he was elected Mayor. During his term as Mayor the Duke of York (later King George VI) visited Christchurch. Mr Archer was Mayor until 1931, when he re-entered the City Council, and in 1937 he became a member of the Legislative Council, resigning his seat a month before his death in July 1949. During all his long public service, Mr Archer received the greatest support from his wife, whose opinion he greatly valued and who, as Mayoress and wife of a city councillor, carried out meticulously her manifold duties.
A woman of good education and wise judgment, Mrs Archer was quiet and gentle in manner and never herself took any public office. She was a skilled artist and was interested in music and always took her full share of work for the Baptist Church, especially for the missionary society and for the Women’s Christian Temperance Union, of which she was a devoted member. She retained her interest in these works up till her death.
In 1944, Mr and Mrs Archer celebrated their golden wedding. Mrs Archer is survived by two sons. Judge Archer and Mr T. Archer, senior school inspector in Hamilton. The funeral will take place on Monday and will be preceded by a service in the Baptist Church, Colombo street south. [1]
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Rev. JOHN KENDRICK ARCHER – Former Mayor of Christchurch 1925-1931 (and first Labour Mayor)
MLC - Member of the Legislative Council (NZ’s Upper House of Government)
Death notice
ARCHER-On July 25 1949, at his residence, 166 Colombo street, Christchurch, John Kendrick, dearly loved husband of Phoebe Elizabeth Archer, and loved father of Ken and Tom; in his 85th year. (Formerly M.L.C.) [2]
His obituary is here: paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/CHP19490726.2.99
His biography is at bottom
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JOHN KINGSLEY ARCHER
Son of Kendrick Gee and Lucy ARCHER
Occupation: Scholar [6]
Born in NZ [6]
Death notice:
ARCHER-On June 4, at Christchurch Hospital, John Kingsley, loved youngest son of Ken and Lucy Archer, 289 Eastern terrace; aged 11 years. Private interment.[11]
Memorial notice:
ARCHER— In loving memory of dear little Kingsley, died June 4, 1944. Still living, still loving, still ours. —lnserted by Grandma and Grandpa Clay, Auntie Ivy, and Uncle Stanley.[8]
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KENDRICK GEE ARCHER CMG
Barrister and Solicitor
Judge of the Land valuation Court and much more
knowledgebank.org.nz/text/archer-kendrick-gee-biography-1...
WWII Captain in the Home Guards
Served in WW1. His Cenotaph Database record:
www.aucklandmuseum.com/war-memorial/online-cenotaph/recor...
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FURTHER READING:
Talking on the occasion of his 50th wedding anniversary Rev. ARCHER stated:
“his only regret throughout his 50 years of married life was that, instead of marrying at the age of 28 years, he had not married five or six years earlier. Acknowledging the great assistance afforded to him by his wife in his public career. Mr Archer said he had never known her to act from any motive divorced from unselfishness. He had been in New Zealand 36 years; and he had always been known as a man of very definite opinions. In the course of a long life he had found that people did not resent differences of opinion frankly expressed, so long as they believed that the person expressing them was honest in his beliefs. Personally, his feelings were of deep gratitude to the people of Christchurch for the wonderful consideration extended to him by those in all walks of life. The life of himself and his wife had indeed been a happy one.[10]
Biography – Rev. John Kendrick ARCHER
John Kendrick Archer was born on 3 March 1865 at Thornton, Leicestershire, England, the son of Mary Kendrick and her husband, Thomas Archer, a master butcher. Thomas was a keen Methodist and Mary a devout Baptist. John was raised as a Methodist and educated at Market Bosworth Grammar School, Leicestershire, and University College, Nottingham. From 1888 to 1891 he attended Midland Baptist College, Nottingham. On 10 July 1894 he married Phoebe Elizabeth Gee at the Baptist chapel, Peterborough, Northamptonshire. Initially a Methodist lay preacher, John Archer subsequently became a Baptist minister. After his ordination in 1891 he served in the north of England as pastor at Peterborough (1891–95), Heptonstall Slack (1895–1903) and Grimsby (1903–8).
Archer was strongly influenced by the great Baptist preacher and Fabian socialist John Clifford, who taught him to be 'a prophet as well as an evangelist, a citizen as well as saint, a socialist as well as a foreign mission enthusiast'. Two other Baptist models for the young Archer were Thomas Cooper, an early Chartist, and Robert Hall, an anti-slavery campaigner. Although theologically conservative and evangelical, Archer was committed to the social gospel and he developed a passionate and enduring commitment to Christian socialism. In England he belonged to the Fabian Society and was an early member of the Labour Party.
Archer was elected to the school board at Hebden Bridge, near Heptonstall, in 1901. At Grimsby he served as a Poor Law guardian. He was active in opposing the Education Act 1902 which taxed ratepayers to support voluntary schools. Many Protestants refused to pay and goods were seized by officials. Archer lost some of his theological books but bought them back at auction. He was to remain a committed opponent of state aid to private schools.
In 1908 Archer and his family moved to New Zealand where he became minister of the Baptist Church, Napier. Subsequently, he was minister at Esk Street, Invercargill (1913–16), and Vivian Street, Wellington (1916–19). He also served for part of that time as a military chaplain at Tauherenikau Camp, near Featherston. From 1919 until 1932 he was minister of the Baptist Church in Sydenham, Christchurch. After his retirement in 1932 he remained active in the church, serving as president of the Canterbury Auxiliary of the Baptist Union, organising a Sunday school in Christchurch and helping to start a Baptist church at Greymouth.
A powerful preacher and socially committed pastor at the local level, Archer was also active and prominent nationally within the Baptist denomination and the wider Christian community, especially the prohibition movement. He became a member of the executive committee of the Baptist Union of New Zealand in 1909 and was appointed to preach the Union sermon at the 1910 annual assembly of the Union. He was president of the Central Auxiliary to the Baptist Union from 1910 to 1911. From 1912 to 1918 he was secretary of the New Zealand Baptist Missionary Society and from 1916 to 1918 president of the Baptist Union of New Zealand. He won the latter position from the minister of the Mount Eden Baptist Church, Howard Elliott, only after the Baptist assembly had voted twice.
Archer was not only a prominent leader in the Baptist church but also gave long and influential service to the early New Zealand Labour Party. Prior to its formation in 1916 he was an active advocate of such a party. In 1910 at Napier he delivered six evening lectures on socialism, and in 1913 he was editor of the United Labour Leader, promising to 'wage increasing war' against the 'parasite' and the 'sponger'. Following the July 1913 Unity Congress he joined the new Social Democratic Party, which was absorbed into the Labour Party in 1916.
Archer stood unsuccessfully as Labour candidate for the House of Representatives four times: in Invercargill (1919), Christchurch North (1922 and 1928), and Kaiapoi (1931). The Labour Party appointed him a member of the Legislative Council in 1937. Archer was disappointed that he never became a member of Parliament, but with inexhaustible energy he threw himself into the organisational leadership of the party and into local government. He was president of the party from 1928 to 1929 and served six terms as vice president between 1922 and 1931. On several occasions he clashed with Michael Joseph Savage over land and liquor issues.
At the local government level Archer was an Invercargill borough councillor (1915–16) before serving as a Labour Party representative on the Christchurch City Council (1921–35). From 1925 to 1931 he was mayor of Christchurch, winning three successive elections. He was also a top-polling candidate for the North Canterbury Hospital Board and served on the Christchurch Tramway Board and Christchurch Fire Board.
A strong supporter of the Workers' Educational Association, John Archer tutored in economics during and immediately after the First World War. He was, for example, foundation president of the Invercargill WEA in 1915 and subsequently active in the WEA in Christchurch. He was publicly attacked in the press and criticised as a dangerous revolutionary. Sir Robert Stout, chief justice of New Zealand and chancellor of the University of New Zealand, criticised him at a meeting of the university senate. Consequently, the senate decided to investigate the grants it made to support the WEA. When Stout refused to make his criticisms in public Archer sued the New Zealand Times, which had published Stout's remarks, and won.
In 1918 he delivered one of the most powerful and controversial presidential addresses ever given to a Baptist assembly. It was published afterwards as a pamphlet entitled Covetousness. In it Archer expressed views on politics that arose naturally out of his religious convictions. After arguing that everyone was guilty of the sin of covetousness, he declared competitive commercialism to be the most un-Christian thing on earth and advocated the transfer of the business of producing and distributing the necessities of life from private to public hands. He urged Christians, Baptists in particular, to lead a movement to consecrate the ballot box to Christ and humanity: 'God and gold are, we believe, the alternatives. Labour, rightly understood, is the recognition of this truth'.
Described as 'a man of war from his youth up', Archer was a blunt, some suggested abrasive, man. Certainly, he was not one to compromise his principles or the message which he believed had been entrusted to him by God. His preaching and actions reflected the moral righteousness and millennialism of British puritanism and the urgent and total commitment to social change of the Old Testament prophets such as Isaiah and Amos. Nonconformist in religion and politics, he argued that 'faith without works is dead' and that imperfect human relationships arose out of economic and social injustice caused by sin, which he defined as selfishness and the worship of material self-interest. To Archer there was no conflict between his political and religious activities; both were the same sacred vocation. John Archer died in Christchurch on 25 July 1949 survived by his wife, Phoebe, and two sons.[9]
ARCHER HOME
IN 1955 the home of the Rev. John and Mrs Phoebe ARCHER at 166 Colombo Street, Beckenham was donated and turned in to a home for aged women opening with 6 residents. The Archer group has formed since.
archer.org.nz/about/archer-trust/
SOURCES:
[1]
National Library of New Zealand, Paperspast portal; Press 14 November 1953, Page 2
[2]
National Library of New Zealand, Paperspast portal; Press, 26 July 1949, page 1
[3]
Christchurch City Council cemeteries database; heritage.christchurchcitylibraries.com/Cemeteries/interme...
[4]
Christchurch City Council cemeteries database;
heritage.christchurchcitylibraries.com/Cemeteries/interme...
[5]
Christchurch City Council cemeteries database;
heritage.christchurchcitylibraries.com/Cemeteries/interme...
[6]
Christchurch City Council cemeteries database;
heritage.christchurchcitylibraries.com/Cemeteries/interme...
[7]
National Library of New Zealand, Paperspast portal; Press, 16 November 1953, page 14;
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/CHP19531116.2.133
[8]
National Library of New Zealand, Paperspast portal; Press, 4 June 1946, page 1;
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/CHP19460604.2.2.3
[9]
Barry Gustafson. 'Archer, John Kendrick', Dictionary of New Zealand Biography, first published in 1996. Te Ara - the Encyclopedia of New Zealand, teara.govt.nz/en/biographies/3a17/archer-john-kendrick (accessed 6 November 2021); WITH PORTRAIT teara.govt.nz/en/biographies/3a17/archer-john-kendrick
[10]
National Library of New Zealand, Paperspast portal; Press, 11 July 1944, page 2; paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/CHP19440711.2.11.3
[11]
National Library of New Zealand, Paperspast portal; Press, 5 June 1944, Page 1; paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/CHP19440605.2.4
1922 Image of John Kendrick ARCHER
John Kendrick Archer. S P Andrew Ltd :Portrait negatives. Ref: 1/4-020235-F. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. /records/23019364
natlib.govt.nz/records/23019364
1935 Image of John Kendrick ARCHER with mayoral chain
National Library of Australia (Out of copyright)
nla.gov.au/nla.obj-136528797/view
6 August 1946 Image of Kendrick Gee and Lucy Evelyn ARCHER with their sons Warwick and Allen
From the May 2016 trip to Thailand and Cambodia:
After five days in Thailand (3 in Bangkok, which included the day trip to Ayuthaya, and 2 nights on Koh Chang), it was time to make our way to Cambodia. There were two places in Cambodia I was looking forward to seeing: Angkor Wat (which pretty much everyone who comes to southeast Asia wants to see) and Phnom Penh’s Killing Field memorials.
First, though, was the matter of getting from a semi-remote tropical island in Thailand to the national capital of Cambodia, about 400 kilometers to the east. There isn’t a direct, easy way to do this, so being able to get it done in the time I hoped for was the biggest concern of the whole trip to me. Part of the reason time was such a factor is because I had only planned to spend Friday evening and all day Saturday (until early afternoon) in Phnom Penh before flying out to Siem Reap. With so little time there, I wanted to have as much as possible. With that in mind on waking up, I wasn’t sure how the day would turn out. I’m glad to say, it went very well.
The first thing we needed to do was get from the Arunee Resort to the pier on the opposite side of a small mountain at 6:00 in the morning…on an island with no taxis. (It is a tropical place to relax, after all.) The hotel drove us over in a truck for 300 baht. After another 40 baht/person ferry ride across the gulf, we got back to the mainland sometime around 7:40. From there, another 50 baht/person via tuktuk/van to the main bus terminal in Trat, about 45 minutes away found us in good time to grab a bus. (This is the terminal to come to for buses returning to Bangkok or going on to the Cambodian border.)
The minibus to the Cambodian border was roughly an hour and a half ride, and I was another 120 baht/person lighter. The time flew by, though, as we only passed through one very small town between Trat and Hat Lek (the border town).
The border crossing at Hat Lek is a bit interesting. Lonely Planet advised me ahead of time that this is the most expensive (and only truly expensive) border crossing between Thailand and Cambodia. (Unfortunately for me, it was also the only practical/logical one to use, so I didn’t have an option.) Via airports and at all other border crossings, the Cambodian visa costs about $25-30. Here at Hat Lek, though – and I don’t know why – it’s over $50. The fact that there isn’t uniform regulations at border crossings seemed suspect to me to begin with, but it doesn’t change the fact that you still have to do what they say. (You just get the feeling that you’re being fleeced unnecessarily…and by government officials, at that.)
On arriving at the border, the first thing you do is pass through the Thai exit post, which is quick and painless (and free). Walking a few meters farther, you come to the Cambodian entry office, which has a lot of folding tables set up outside. The first thing you do (as US citizen, anyway) is hand over your passport to someone who does NOT look official – yet, he is. You pay him 1600 baht for the visa, plus another 200 baht if you don’t have a passport picture on hand (which I didn’t). So…that was $60 more out of pocket.
Also, while sitting at these tables having your passport/visa processed, people will come up and ask where you’re going and offer private cars to get there. There are supposedly three buses from Hat Lek to Phnom Penh, the last leaving at 11:30 in the morning (and taking 5 hours to get to the capital), and you would have to take a car to the town/bus stop which is about 10 km away. (Not knowing, precisely, how to do that, I went for the easiest way there and just agreed to pay a guy 1000 baht/person to drive us in his Camry all the way – 300 km – to Phnom Penh. It ended up costing 2000 baht (close to $65) plus another $25US in total. Now, $90 may seem a bit expensive, but this was a personal car, what amounted to be a 4 hour ride, and he dropped us off right at our hotel. (I put this in perspective simply by thinking of the cost of a taxi ride from Newark International Airport to JFK in New York City…and this deal was much, much better.) The only thing that was slightly disconcerting is that we didn’t actually know this guy and could have possibly been taken advantage of. However, my charmed life seems to continue…
We got to our hotel and checked in by 4:00 in the afternoon on Friday, so things – though slightly pricy by local standards – went very, very well. The Number 9 Hotel (on St. 258) is less than a five minute walk from the Royal Palace in downtown Phnom Penh. There are quite a few monuments around the area as well (Vietnam-Cambodia Friendship Monument, Independence Monument, etc.) The hotel itself was also a bit no-frills, and advertised a Jacuzzi/spa on the roof…which they said was under repair after we checked in. No worries, though; the restaurant at the hotel was quite good and I think it’s the only place we ate for the ~24 hours that we were there. The staff and service were top notch.
As I was still getting over the previous day’s bug/virus/whatever, I didn’t go out on Friday night. Saturday, though, was a different story. Just outside the hotel (and there are quite a few boutique guesthouses on the rather short St 258) are a group of tuktuk drivers all happy to get your business.
Now, Phnom Penh isn’t actually much of a tourist destination. In total, there’s the Royal Palace & Silver Pagoda (within walking distance) and the National Museum (just north of the palace). Additionally, there’s the Russian Market (which we didn’t get to). The main reason I really wanted to come to Phnom Penh, though, was to go to the Tuol Sleng Museum and the Killing Fields of Choeung Ek. (I won’t give a long history lesson here, though highly encourage anyone reading this to do a quick Wikipedia search for “Choeung Ek Killing Fields” or, for something slightly more in depth, try to find information from the Khmer Rouge regime from 1975-1979.)
The only things I’ll mention about that era is that, in 1975, the population of Cambodia was about 8 million people. In the five years of the Khmer Rouge regime, they saw fit to assassinate close to 3 million of their countrymen. (Think about that for a minute…imagine your country’s population, whatever the number, then imagine the country is taken over by a military regime that commences to slaughter 35% of the populace. The most conservative numbers I’ve seen are 2 million killed, which is still 25%.)
With that as background info, we arranged one of the tuktuks to take us to the Tuol Sleng Museum, then to the Killing Fields, 15 km southwest of downtown Phnom Penh. Our driver, Ron (perhaps Ran, but pronounced like the former) agreed to be our driver for the day. He took us to the museum, then the killing field, then in the early afternoon to the National Museum and picked us up at the Royal Palace around 3:00. At 4:00, he ushered us about 15 km north of town to the airport. We met his wife as we went to the airport. Total cost for the day: $33.
Our first stop was the Tuol Sleng Museum. This is a former high school (a place of optimism, aspiration) that the Khmer Rouge converted into a torture chamber. (Additional psychological trauma, I guess?) I’ll give no details, save to say that I likened it to a Nazi concentration camp minus the gas chamber. To visit here, though, you are spared no detail in the presentation. I’ll commend (perhaps not the best word) the Cambodians for owning up to their atrocities. Other countries in the region could learn a lot from this. (They say it’s important to bare all so that people can see the horror and it will be less likely to happen again.) Anyway, after paying the admission ($6, I think?), you wander through the buildings with your audio guide and the many well-presented exhibits. At the end, about an hour later, there’s a man selling a book for $10. He’s a survivor of this place. I really had no words; just hugged the guy. He and his daughter said he was spared simply because he knew how to fix and use a typewriter.
After leaving Tuol Sleng, in quite a somber mood, Ran took us across town to the Choeung Ek Killing Fields (this is probably the most famous one in the nation, though there are literally hundreds here…and also still many active landmines from the war in the 1970s, so…I wouldn’t wander around too freely).
If the Tuol Sleng Museum was somber, this place is equally, if not more, harrowing. The admission here was also around $6 or so, and comes with another audio guide. There’s also a small room/museum with a 15 minute informative video. After that, you wander from point to point where you learn that this place was the former mass grave for Chinese. You also see mass graves for women, for babies…a tree (still standing) where babies were murdered, and so on. The final stop is a memorial stupa which contains the skulls and other bones of countless victims, classified by gender and method of murder (though all victims are still unidentified). However, the presentation is more than powerful enough to make its point.
The morning touring done, we returned to Number 9, had a leisurely lunch, then had Ran take us up to the National Museum. It’s a rather small museum, though quite good – especially if you like stone Buddhas. The museum admission is around $5, and the building has four small wings, that visitors tend to visit beginning on the left and going in a clockwise manner. No picures are allowed to be taken inside the museum (which I thought rather unfortunate, as it really was quite interesting and tasteful, as far as museums go), but you could take pictures of the museum itself and the internal courtyard. Leisurely seeing the entire museum takes less than an hour.
From there, it was about a 5-10 minute walk along the palace wall (north side, around the east wall that runs parallel to the river). After paying to enter the Royal Palace at the southeast gate, you’re allowed entry to the grounds and have access to view buildings such as the Coronation Hall, the Crown Room, and the Silver Pagoda. This is essentially quite similar to Thailand’s Royal Palace in terms of how much (and what) you can see, though it wasn’t quite as nice as Thailand’s to me. (I don’t mean to imply that it’s not nice, though; it was an enjoyable afternoon, though with temps around 40 degrees, my energy waned rather quickly.)
After an hour or so here at the Royal Palace, we made our way back to Number 9 (at this point, barely a 2 minute ride by tuktuk), where we rested until 4:00 and had Ran take us to the airport for our 7:30 flight to Siem Reap, 45 minutes away.
En route, though – and also from observations riding around on the way back from Choeung Ek – I got the impression that while Phnom Penh may not be the most touristy place in the world, it sure seemed like a great place to live (as much for expats as anyone). There’s still a lot of French influence, so my first abstract impression is that it reminded me of a combination of the French Quarter in New Orleans, Fuxing in Shanghai, and just some trendy/hippie areas in general. There were lots of cool little boutique hotels, restaurants, stores…and the Cambodians are exceptionally friendly and pleasant (as are Thais). I don’t know that I’ll ever come back here, but I certainly wouldn’t feel bad if I did…
At any rate, those were just my impressions on the way out of town. Getting to the airport, I was ready for the final stop: Siem Reap & Angkor Wat. The only thing standing between me and my ultimate destination…a prop jet.
A produce store on Avenida 3 in Limon, Costa Rica, on Avenida 3. This store is in the center of the downtown area, and may have a better clientele than the one which the tour group visited earlier in the day. The fruits are more uniform in size and better displayed. They even have pears imported from the U.S. (Oregon).
It was a cold winter day when Martyn came across the gold spikes. He was exploring in the mountains, and found a row of the strange things sticking out of the ground. Excited, he pulled out his knife and began to cut into the soft metal, collecting the tips in his bag. These alone would be worth a fortune! Little did he know that they really were the spikes of a dragon buried in the snow...
Built for the Capturing Character category of Brickscalibur 2024-25 and for Iron Forge 2025 with the seed part of mudguard. I used 12 here; 6 as scales on the neck, one around the eye, 2 on the snout, and 3 in the drifting snow.
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Lucius Cary, 2nd Viscount Falkland (c. 1610 – 20 September 1643) was an English author and politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1640 to 1642. He fought on the Royalist side in the English Civil War and was killed in action at the First Battle of Newbury.
Contents [hide]
1Early life
2Great Tew circle
3Political and military career
4Death
5Works
6Assessment
7References
8Further reading
Early life[edit]
Cary was born at Burford in either 1609 or 1610 as the son of Sir Henry Cary, afterwards first Viscount Falkland, and his wife Elizabeth, whose father Sir Lawrence Tanfield was at that time Lord Chief Baron of the Exchequer. Henry Cary, a member of an ancient Devon family, was lord deputy of Ireland from 1622 to 1629. He was made Viscount Falkland and Lord Cary in 1620. His viscountcy, Falkland, was a royal burgh in Scotland, notwithstanding that the Carys were an English family and had no connection with the burgh, though letters patent were later issued naturalising the Viscount and his successors as Scottish subjects.[2]
In 1621 Lucius was admitted to St John's College, Cambridge but in the following year he migrated to Trinity College, Dublin, where he graduated BA in 1625.[3] In 1625 he inherited from his grandfather the manors of Great Tew and Burford in Oxfordshire, and, about the age of 21, married Lettice, daughter of Sir Richard Moryson, of Tooley Park in Leicestershire. Following a quarrel with his father, whom he failed to propitiate by offering to hand over to him his estate, he left England to take service in the Dutch army, but soon returned. In 1633, by the death of his father, he became Viscount Falkland. His mother had embraced Roman Catholicism, to which it was now sought to attract Falkland himself, but his studies and reflections led him, under the influence of William Chillingworth, to the interpretation of religious problems rather by reason than by tradition or authority.
In 1634, he sold Burford Priory to William Lenthall.
Great Tew circle[edit]
For more details on this topic, see Great Tew Circle.
At Great Tew he enjoyed a short but happy period of study, and he assembled a cultured circle, whom the near neighbourhood of the university and his own brilliant qualities attracted to his house. He was the friend of John Hales and Chillingworth, was celebrated by Ben Jonson, John Suckling, Abraham Cowley and Edmund Waller in verse, and in prose by Edward Hyde, 1st Earl of Clarendon, who calls him the "incomparable" Falkland, and draws a delightful picture of his society and hospitality.
Political and military career[edit]
Engraving depicting Lord Falkland, based on a portrait by Cornelis Janssens van Ceulen.
Falkland's intellectual pleasures, however, were soon interrupted by war and politics. He felt it his duty to take part on the side of King Charles I as a volunteer under Robert Devereux, 3rd Earl of Essex in the Bishops' Wars of 1639 against the Scots. In 1640 he was elected Member of Parliament for Newport in the Isle of Wight to the Short Parliament. He was re-elected for Newport for the Long Parliament in November 1640,[4] and took an active part on the side of the opposition. He spoke against the exaction of ship money on 7 December 1640, denouncing the servile conduct of Lord Keeper Finch and the judges.
Mural monument to Lucius Carey, 2nd Viscount Falkland, erected 1885, south chancel wall, Church of St Michael & All Angels, Great Tew. The arms are quarterly 1 & 4: Cary; 2: Spencer of Spencercombe, Crediton, Devon; 3: Beaufort
He supported the prosecution of Thomas Wentworth, Earl of Strafford, at the same time trying more than once to moderate the measures of the House of Commons in the interests of justice, and voted for the third reading of the attainder on 21 April 1641. On the question of the church he urged, in the debate of 8 February 1641, that the interference of the clergy in secular matters, the encroachments in jurisdiction of the spiritual courts, and the imposition by authority of unnecessary ceremonies, should be prohibited. On the other hand, though he denied that episcopacy existed jure divino, he was opposed to its abolition; fearing the establishment of the Presbyterian system, which in Scotland had proved equally tyrannical. Triennial parliaments would be sufficient to control the bishops, if they meditated any further attacks upon the national liberties, and he urged that "where it is not necessary to change, it is necessary not to change". (This was probably said in reply to Hampden during the Root and Branch Bill debate that happened later.) Even Hampden still believed that a compromise with the episcopal principle was possible, and assured Falkland that if the bill taken up to the House of Lords on 1 May 1641, excluding the bishops from the Lords and the clergy from secular offices, were passed, "there would be nothing more attempted to the prejudice of the church". Accordingly, the bill was supported by Falkland.
Monument to Lucius Cary in Newbury
The times, however, were not favourable to compromise. The bill was lost in the Lords, and on 27 May the Root and Branch Bill, for the total abolition of episcopacy, was introduced in the House of Commons. This measure Falkland opposed, as well as the second bill for excluding the bishops, introduced on 21 October 1641. In the discussion on the Grand Remonstrance he took the part of the bishops and the Arminians. He was now opposed to the whole policy of the opposition, and, being reproached by John Hampden with his change of attitude, replied "that he had formerly been persuaded by that worthy gentleman to believe many things which he had since found to be untrue, and therefore he had changed his opinion in many particulars as well as to things as to persons".
On 1 January 1642, immediately before the attempted arrest of the five members, of which, however, Falkland was unaware, the King offered him the secretaryship of state, and Hyde persuaded him to accept it. Falkland thus became involved directly in the king's policy, though evidently possessing little influence in his counsels. He was one of the peers who signed the protestation against making war, at York on 15 June 1642. On 5 September 1642 he carried Charles's overtures for peace to the parliament, when he informed the leaders of the opposition that the king consented to a thorough reformation of religion. The secret correspondence connected with the Waller plot passed through his hands.
Falkland fought for the king at the Battle of Edgehill (23 October 1642) and at the siege of Gloucester. By this time the hopelessness of the situation had completely overwhelmed him. The aims and principles of neither party in the conflict could satisfy a man of Falkland's high ideals and intellectual vision. His royalism could not suffer the substitution, as the controlling power in the state, of a parliament for the monarchy, nor his conservatism the revolutionary changes in church and state now insisted upon by the opposite faction. The fatal character and policy of the king, the most incapable of men and yet the man upon whom all depended, must have been by now thoroughly understood by Falkland. Compromise had long been out of the question. The victory of either side could only bring misery; and the prolongation of the war was a prospect equally unhappy.
Falkland's ideals and hopes were now destroyed, and he had no definite political convictions such as inspired and strengthened Strafford and John Pym. In fact his sensitive nature shrank from contact with the practical politics of the day and prevented his rise to the place of a leader or a statesman. Clarendon has recorded his final relapse into despair:
Sitting amongst his friends, often, after a deep silence and frequent sighs (he) would with a shrill and sad accent ingeminate the word "Peace, Peace," and would passionately profess that the very agony of the war, and the view of the calamities and desolation the kingdom did and must endure, took his sleep from him and would shortly break his heart.
At Gloucester he had in vain exposed himself to risks. On the morning of the First Battle of Newbury, on 20 September 1643, he declared to his friends, who would have dissuaded him from taking part in the fight, that "he was weary of the times and foresaw much misery to his own Country and did believe he should be out of it ere night." He served during the engagement as a volunteer under Sir John Byron and, riding alone at a gap in a hedge commanded by the enemy's fire, was immediately killed.
His body was stripped and left until recognised by a servant, who took his body back to Great Tew, where he was buried in an unmarked grave in the village churchyard.
Death[edit]
Sculpture of Lucius Cary in front of the grave of his grandparents in the Church of St John the Baptist, Burford
His death took place at the age of 33. He was succeeded in the title by his eldest son Lucius, 3rd Viscount Falkland, his male descent becoming extinct in the person of Anthony, 5th viscount, in 1694, when the viscounty passed to Lucius Henry (1687–1730), a descendant of the first viscount and his direct descendants.
Works[edit]
Falkland wrote a Discourse of Infallibility,[5] published in 1646 (Thomason Tracts, E 361), reprinted in 1650, in 1651 (E 634) edited by Triplet with replies, and in 1660 with the addition of two discourses on episcopacy by Falkland. This is a work of some importance in theological controversy, the general argument being that "to those who follow their reason in the interpretation of the Scriptures God will either give his grace for assistance to find the truth or his pardon if they miss it. And then this supposed necessity of an infallible guide (with the supposed damnation for the want of it) fall together to the ground." Also A Letter ... 30 Sept. 1642 concerning the late conflict before Worcester (1642); and Poems, in which he shows himself a follower of Ben Jonson, edited by A. B. Grosart in Miscellanies of the Fuller Worthies Library, vol. iii. (f 871).
John Aubrey attributed to Falkland the title "the first Socinian in England" but later gave that title to John Hales.
Also attributed to Falkland is the dictum, "When it is not necessary to make a decision, it is necessary not to make a decision."
Assessment[edit]
According to Clarendon, he was
in no degree attractive or promising. His stature was low and smaller than most men; his motion not graceful ... but that little person and small stature was quickly found to contain a great heart ... all mankind could not but admire and love him.
Falkland is notable not for his writings or political career, but his intellectual position, his isolation from his contemporaries seeking reformation in the inward and spiritual life of the church and state and not in its outward and material form, and as a leader of rationalism in an age dominated by intolerance and dogmatism.
Source: Wikipedia
Today at FDNY Headquarters we honor the 343 FDNY members who made the Supreme Sacrifice on September 11th. Four members killed that day responded from FDNY HQ: First Deputy Commissioner William Feehan, Chief of Department Peter Ganci, Assistant Chief Gerard Barbara, and Assistant Chief Donald Burns.
Commissioner Feehan was a 42-year FDNY veteran. He was appointed to FDNY in 1959, assigned to Ladder 3 in Manhattan. Chief Feehan served as the highest ranking uniformed officer, Chief of Department, in 1991 and as Fire Commissioner from 1993-1994.
Chief Ganci, a 33-year veteran, was the highest ranking uniformed FDNY member killed on Sept 11th. His career began in 1968 at Engine 92 in the Bronx. He held every uniformed rank and was well-known for his tremendous leadership. He received numerous citations for bravery, including a Medal in 1982 for rescuing a child from an apartment fire. He had a deep love for the Department, which was clear in his words to new classes of Probationary Firefighters at each graduation ceremony, telling them, “When someone asks you what you do for a living, you can tell them, ‘I’m a New York City Firefighter. It doesn’t get any better than that."
Chief Barbara was a 31-year veteran and began his career at Engine 91 in Manhattan. He worked in all 5 boroughs in his extraordinary career. In 1981, Chief Barbara was awarded a Medal for rescuing 2 people from a Brooklyn fire. As Asst Chief of Fire Prevention, he championed for stronger codes and enforcement. On Sept 11th, Chief Barbara was a City-Wide Tour Commander and led the Department’s rescue effort in the South Tower.
Chief Burns was a 40-year veteran and began his career at Ladder 123 in Brooklyn in 1961. He was cited 5 times for bravery and spent extensive time working in FDNY Planning, Research, Training, and Operations. Chief Burns was the commander of Tower 1 during the FDNY’s response to the 1993 World Trade Center bombing. On Sept 11th, he had set up a command post inside the South Tower just minutes before it collapsed. #NeverForget
- Lego 31036 3-in-1 creator series made into a newsstand from the toy and grocery shop.
I got a pair of Lego hearts on the opening day of a new lego brick shop yesterday as it was Valentine's day from the smiley staff at the door... no where to place them securely so they look great to be this newsstand shop rooftop ! hahaha... it's (still) St. Valentine's day at other parts if this world... And everyday it shall be...
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Sierra College Softball traveled to Sacramento City College on April 14, 2018 for a doubleheader to finish off the three game 2018 series. Sierra took the 1-0 victory in game one, and the 4-0 win in game two to improve to 18-3 in the Big 8, and 30-7 overall. The Wolverines did not allow a single Sac City runner to score in any of their three 2018 games. (Photo by David Sanborn)
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Esta belleza, la encontré este fin de semaña, tirada en la acera, junto con un monton de chatarra y articulos viejos que vendia un señor. inmediatamente la ví, me llamó la atención. pero el precio que me pedian era muy alto por un articulo que supones está totalmente dañado. junto a ella estaba una camara analoga canon, se veía bastante viejita, pero ante esta padilecia. despues de negociar su precio con el vendedor, logré comprarla por poco menos de 3 dolares! Lo que me hizo decidirme firmemente a comprarla fue que tiene un lente ZUIKO 40mm 2.8!!! - Pues la marca Olympus no me llama mucho la atención - , pero he investigado un poco m{as y dicen que está cámara es genial!
La cámara estaba sucia, golpeada, y no me quiero imaginar el trato al que era sometida, todos los días viajando en un costal con muchos otros articulos.
Mi idea inicial era, solo para tomar fotos decorativas, pero resulta que la camarita funciona, al menos el opturador, el boton de disparo, y la ruedita de adelantar el rollo. realmente no la he probado, pero estoy un 90% seguro que funcionará!
Ahora a restaurarla, limpiarla y dejarla como de fábrica!!
Como datos curiosos, es que tiene una calcomania, en la parte superior que dice "PASSED" y en la parte inferior contramarcada en bajo relieve "MADE IN JAPAN" el número de serie es NS 5.131.113
y que la cuerda estaba en el lado contrario.
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This beauty, I found this weekend, lying on the sidewalk next to a pile of scrap metal and old items that sold a gentleman. I saw immediately caught my attention. but the price was too high they asked me for an article I suppose is totally damaged. with her canon analog camera, looked very old lady. after negotiating the price with the seller, I could buy it for just under $ 3! What made me decide to buy it was that firm has a 2.8 40mm lens ZUIKO! - For the Olympus brand really catches my attention - but I have researched a bit more and say this camera is great!
The camera was dirty, beaten, and I do not want to imagine the treatment he was subjected, every day riding in a cage with many other items.
My initial idea was to take pictures only decorative, but it turns out the little camera work, at least the Optura, shutter button and the scroll wheel to advance the roll. I have not really tried, but I'm 90% sure it will work!
Now clean and leave as factory!
As curious data is that it has a sticker on the top that says "PASSED" and the trim bottom recessed "MADE IN JAPAN"
Units 1 and 2 in operation with Unit 3 in the background.
Located in the Mojave Desert 40 miles southwest of Las Vegas, the Ivanpah Solar Electric Generating System is an operational solar thermal power project. The facility has a capacity of 392 megawatts gross, enough to power approximately 140,000 California homes. It deploys 173,500 heliostat mirrors spread over approximately 3,500 acres, focusing solar energy on boilers located atop three solar power towers, generating steam to turn a conventional steam turbine. The project – owned by NRG Solar, Google and BrightSource Energy – is currently the largest solar thermal plant in operation in the world. The project was constructed by Bechtel. (photo Gilles Mingasson/Getty Images for Bechtel).
This unbuilt section of Ringway 3 in North London has featured in this album before, but here's another look at it in much better quality. The route here runs from the A1 around to the M1 at Elstree Aerodrome, and from there, Ringway 3 would have passed through the fringes of Western London, through some of its most affluent suburbs. The all-purpose A1178 at the northern end of the projected route was a temporary measure whilst the rest of the-then M16 was still under construction. Here the motorway is labelled as its successor, the M25, and by this point the plans for the Ringways around London had all been torn up, but that didn't stop them sneaking onto road maps for some time after! Taken from an AA Touring Map of Oxford & The Cotswolds from 1977.
We roll into Norwich, just about on time, which is rare on this line I guess. I am in no hurry, so let the others in the carriage get off before me. I can hear the growl of a Type 3 in the platform next to my train, and I plan to get to the concourse to snap it, I had toyed with the idea of climbing back on the train to snap it through the window of the train. I thought better of it, but I am then disappointed and yet thrilled at the noise as the 37 pulled away from the buffers and the engines echoing off the tranished. By the time I get to the concourse, all there is left is a haze of blue smoke. Darn, missed them.
I have my cameras in the rucksack and a small bag with a change of clothing and other bits and pieces. I go to my hotel just down from the station, hoping to drop the small bag off, but there is no one in. So, I would have to take the bag with me. Now, I had decided to go to the festival on the 2nd day rather than the first, so I could make the last two hours of the afternoon session. So I walk up Prince of Wales Road then up through Tombland to St Andrew's Hall. And for a change, there is no queue.
I walk up to the entrance, flash my CAMRA membership card, get in, buy some tokens and a glass, then head for the first stillage to decide on my first drink: Moulton's Mild. It is deep dark brown and has a fine nutty flavour. Perfect. However, with my two bags and the crowds, it is hard to get round easily. So I limit myself to a few visits, a couple of porters, and a couple of over-hopped beers, and then they call time at half two. Not bad, eithet two or two and a half pints, and a fine hand made pork pie to take the edge of my hunger. Lovely.
I walk back up the hill to the market place, and decide I need a pasty. I remember there is a pasty place along Gentleman's Walk, and indeed there is, and they have a fresh batch just out of the oven, along with a gingerbread latte it is splendid, and looking at the people walking by. The well dressed teens and the yokel in cords held up with knotted string. Normal for Norfolk.
I walk back down Prince of Wales Road then along Riverside to the hotel. I check in and am shown to my room. The heating is on full and the window closed. It is like a sauna. Once alone, I turn the radiators off and open the windows wide and lay on the bed to cool down. I fall asleep.
I wake up with my mobile ringing. I struggle to remember how to answer it. I make plans for tomorrow, then get ready for the evening ahead. I think a walk past some of Norwich's finest buildings. Up Riverside is PUll's Ferry: lit up well, an building with a vault over a landing stage, when this was one of the few ways over the river, but now a private house by fine symbol of Norwich. Along is the ancient Bishop's Bridge, also lit up and ripe for snapping.
I cross the bridge heading to the cathedral and the close, which I hope will be open. Indeed the gate at the start of the footpath is open, so I walk through and have the whole close just about to myself. I take shots, hoping they will come out.
Out through the impressive gate then down to the start of Elm Hill, and ancient cobbled streets lines with half timbered houses and shops. It is as glorious as it sounds.
Pastht e raucus noise coming out of St Andrews Hall where the evening session of the festival was in full swing. But I go past it, walk up across the main road, up more narrow cobbles lanes to Pottergate where the old Inn there, now called The Birdcage was having a beer festival too, and opposite the chippy was doing posh food. However, I have just battered sausage and chips, then go into the pub for a pint of golden ale. I had bought a book at the football club in the afternoon, so I spend half an hour sipping the beer and reading, raising my eyes to people watch as people come and go. Its cheap entertainment.
With the one pint, I decide I have had enough, and if I go back to the hotel I can listen to the football on the radio. So, back along near-deserted streets and back down the hill to the river where the hotel was. City were playing Everton in the League cup, and ended up losing on penalties, shich is always the way. But an improved performance by all accounts. However, Arsenal lost to Sheffield Wednesday, 3-0, which made me chuckle at the faces old whiner would be pulling.
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This is the palest pink poinsettia I ever saw apart from the white!
Euphorbia pulcherrima is a shrub or small tree, typically reaching a height of 0.6–4 metres (2 ft 0 in–13 ft 1 in).
The plant bears dark green dentate leaves that measure 7–16 centimetres (2.8–6.3 in) in length.
The coloured bracts —which are most often flaming red but can be orange, pale green, cream, pink, white, or marbled—are often mistaken for flower petals because of their groupings and colours, but are actually leaves.
The colours of the bracts are created through photoperiodism, meaning that they require darkness (12 hours at a time for at least five days in a row) to change colour.
At the same time, the plants require abundant light during the day for the brightest colour.
The flowers of the poinsettia are unassuming and do not attract pollinators.
They are grouped within small yellow structures found in the centre of each leaf bunch, and are called cyathia.]
The poinsettia is native to Mexico.
It is now found in the wild in deciduous tropical forests at moderate elevations from southern Sinaloa down the entire Pacific coast of Mexico to Chiapas and Guatemala.
May your day be full of goodness and joy, Magda (*_*)
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