We traveled by train from Christchurch to Greymouth along with a lot of other photo-mad tourists.

Late in the afternoon we checked into our inn, welcomed by another of what must be the friendliest people on earth. It was a blustery, grey day, which our innkeeper assured us was the perfect weather for a walk around Paparoa National Park, where we could see the world famous Pancake Rocks.

Gorgeous.

The winding path through the rocks

Now add the smell of the sea and the sound of the waves.

Magic.

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As part of our ongoing commitment to Extreme Vacationing, we traveled from Siem Reap, Cambodia to Christchurch, New Zealand by way of Bangkok and Sydney. After 28 hours of travel, we napped, had dinner, and went back to sleep.

After breakfast the following morning, we  did a bit of exploring in Christchurch, a city that was virtually leveled by a 2011 earthquake. A lot of work has been done, much more remains, and many buildings are propped up and awaiting repair.

An iconic stone church in the center of the   city. 

Steel beams provide support

All new construction must be built to earthquake – resistant standards. Below, one of many earthquake related artworks: a house of glass, beautiful and fragile, its roof a pile of broken wood.

We visited the recently reopened Christchurch Art Gallery. Some beautiful paintings, but our favorite part was an exhibit of kinetic sculptures by Len Lye. Impossible to capture, but this will give you an idea of what these pieces did for us.

Doesn’t look like much until it starts vibrating, banging and clanging for several minutes. Then suddenly it’s still until it’s next thrilling performance.

By early afternoon it was time to head to Akaroa, and a nature area a couple of hours from Christchurch. This was, in fact, the reason for our coming to this particular area.

We came for the penguins.

On land they have farmed for 45 years, a couple, aided by a small staff and very little outside support have been caring for a couple of hundred small blue penguins that inhabit the surrounding waters. Each night, the penguins swim to shore, clamoring up the rocks en masse. Parents return to nests, bringing food to their young. If there is an egg in the nest, mom and dad take turns sitting on it.

At 6:00pm, we met up with Ben, a young Frenchman who came to New Zealand five years ago. We gathered up some gear and headed out of town as he talked about what we would be seeing.

First stop, the farm. Ben’s call brought a small stampede.

I helped feed the lambs.

Then it was time to check on the nests. Normally these penguins dig holes in the ground, but conditions here make that difficult. The answer was to build hundreds of simple boxes and hope that the penguins would find them to their liking, which they did.

Here’s one that a male has prepared in hopes of attracting a mate.

Ben keeps track of which boxes have been occupied. We peeked in with him on this mama and her egg.

With daylight starting to fade we moved out to a viewing point and waited. Along with the blue penguins, there was a chance we would also catch a glimpse of a white penguin, this one larger and with yellow eyes.

Here, a group make their way up the rocks.

And here, the elusive yellow eyed penguin, who stood for several minutes on the rocks, to Ben’s surprise and our appreciative delight.

By 10:00 we were back in our Akaroa lodgings. The next day it was back to Christchurch, where we prepared for the next leg of our travels in New Zealand.

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Sunrise over New Zesland

 

Today we traveled out of the city and into the lush countryside. We saw half a dozen of the more remote temples, all of them built by the same ruler who built the temple with 200 faces of the Buddha (see yesterday’s post).

The temple visits were very interesting, but what we enjoyed most today was traveling through the incredibly beautiful, green, water filled landscape,  seeing a bit of daily life in Siem Reap, and learning more about the region, including the ongoing efforts to recover from decades of conflict.

We passed through villages, rice fields, local markets, a wedding venue, and on the way back, a wedding.

Single trees, as below, are used to mark property boundaries.

Water buffalo

Below, getting ready for the big day. Actually, the second big day: yesterday was the wedding, ceremony, attended by family. Today is the party.

Temple views

Crossing a bridge through a watery world

A few images of the trees around – quite literally- the temples.

Unlike anything I have ever seen.

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Arrival, above, and on the road to our hotel, below.

Siem Reap, in northwestern Cambodia, was the seat of the Khmer kingdom from the 9th to the 15th centuries. Today, it is the most widely visited city in the country.  People come, as we did, to see the vast stone complex of Angkor Wat and other centuries’ old temples.

Our small hotel here is staffed by local people, many of whom grew up in Siem Reap.  They are proud of their country’s rebirth, and proud of the contributions that the hotel makes to  NGO’s that fund basic services for the most vulnerable residents of Siem Reap. Upon checking in, we were given an introduction to these projects, along with a tour of the grounds.

The following morning we headed to Angkor Wat with our guide and driver, stopping along the way to purchase the passes required for all the sites.

Angkor Wat is remarkable for many reasons. The scale, the architecture, the carvings that tell stories of gods and humans, love and war, heaven and hell.

Below, restorations made to the interior of one of two libraries. Everything in the Temple complex is based on Hindu texts, 10,000 pages of which were housed in these buildings.

A dancer, one of many

In this relief, purgatory, and beneath it, an illustration of one of the 37 different punishments suffered by wrongdoers in Hell.

Three of the five towers.

Below, views from the main Temple tower

After two and a half hours here we headed for Ta Phrom, now popularly referred to as the Tomb Raider Temple. Yes, Angelina Jolie was here and made a movie. We told our guide we could skip this one, but he encouraged us to make a stop here and we were glad we did.

Long abandoned and left to the elements, Ta Phrom is an arresting visual of the natural world taking back what man has tried to claim.

Check out the roots of these trees.

The temple is now being restored piece by piece. Before and after shots, below.

On the way out we observed the work of some tiny builders: a termite nest.

Our last stop was Bayon, built 50 years after Angkor Wat and Angkor’s first state-level Buddhist Temple. It is distinguished by many towers featuring the face of Buddha (over 200 faces!).  An astonishing sight.

Bayon Temple also has many well preserved relief carvings. Along with narratives of battles and other significant events, these carvings are a fascinating record of day to day life in the late 12th to early 13th centuries.

Here, riding armored elephants into battle.

A woman about to give birth.

Delousing

I thought these were women getting manicures, but our guide said they were getting something weighed.

How about this one: a woman is angry at her husband, so she has a tortoise bite him on the butt (so I was told. I cannot vouch for the historical accuracy of this interpretation).

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Above, on the road to Chiang Rai in the early morning.

Chiang Rai, like Chiang Mai, is a city of about a million people that combines old and new, secular and religious life. Although it is three hours by car from Chiang Mai, I wanted to make the trip to see Wat Rong  Khun (The White Temple) a ghostly looking complex with many unique (and some pretty bizarre) features.

Construction of the temple began in 1997. The whitewashed exteriors are covered with pieces of mirrored glass, so the whole thing seems to shimmer.

The first suggestion of weirdness is the heads hanging from the trees.

That one on the right looked to me like Spider Man. And the super hero theme was to recur inside the main temple.

The path to that structure is framed on both sides by a sea of outstretched hands, and a pile of skeletons and bones, all white. This, we were told, was the artist’s vision of Hell.

To escape this  Hell, and to finally break free of the cycle of death and rebirth, one must attain an enlightened state. This is represented by the bridge that leads into the temple.

The interior of the main building is covered with a hodgepodge of Buddhist imagery and totally unrelated figures, celebrities to super heroes. One interpretation: superheroes will not defeat evil: we have to do that ourselves.

No photos allowed inside. Here’s one from the web. Note the Twin Towers on the left hand side of the picture.

Later we visited another modern temple, this one done in a blue palette.

Paintings depicting the Buddha’s life fill the interior.

Here, he is born and immediately takes his first steps.

We finished the day back in Chai Mai, at Wat Suan Dok, to see the temple and also what is basically a royal cemetery dating back to the 14th century.

Many of these monuments (stupa) hold the remains of members of the royal family of Thailand.

Also here, the golden  pagoda erected in 1373 to house another treasured relic of the Buddha.

This felt like a fitting end to what was a day of mourning across the country, as people everywhere in Thailand prepared for ceremonies related to the King’s funeral.

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Above, view of the Ping River. We arrived in Chiang Mai on Monday afternoon, checked into our hotel and took a walk to through the neighborhood.

We are staying in a small and special place here, 137 Pillars House. The original building on the site was built 125 years ago and was the Northern headquarters of the Borneo Trading Company. The whole place feels like something out of another time. Here’s a web photo of the teak paneled bar.

At the entrance, a memorial for the King, whose funeral is this week.

On Tuesday we visited the main temple outside the city, one of Northern Thailand’s most sacred sites. Wat Phra Doi Suthep was established in 1383 to enshrine a piece of bone said to be from the shoulder of the historical Buddha.

The walls of the temple depict the story of how the relic arrived in Chiang Mai and how the temple came to be built. When the monks and the King could not agree on a site for the temple, the task was assigned to an elephant, who walked for some time before he found a suitable spot and set the relic down.

Afterwards we visited a site where members of half a dozen different hill tribes have settled and produce regional crafts. Like a number of similar setups in northern Thailand, this one is  somewhere in between an authentic village and a tourist attraction.

(I did not want to take pictures of the people).

We had lunch along the way at an orchid farm.

There were also some beautiful butterflies.

On Wednesday Jay and I hopped in a “tuk tuk” and went to visit the Old (walled) city of Chiang Mai.

We visited several notable temples. As was the case in Bangkok, we again found that dress codes were less strictly enforced than in  Bhutan, and that there were more worshippers than monks in attendance. Everywhere, there are memorials for the King.

Above,  Wat Phan Tao, the city’s largest Wat.

Old teak temple

Below, Wat Pra Sing

I don’t want to give the impression that the old city is just temples. There are a lot of them, and some that are very old. But there are also restaurants, shops, and all the usual elements of an urban landscape.

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Above, the view from our hotel bar. Sparkly rooftop bars are a big draw in this very glittery city.

Across from the bar on our first night in Bangkok it looked like some windows were being installed. Hard to tell just what was going on, but it felt very Hitchcock-esque.

Soon after we arrived we learned that the King had died and that he is to be cremated next week (October 26th). There are memorials for him throughout the city, in parks, on buildings, on the trains.

The cremation ceremony comes at the end of a year of mourning. Many of the people we have come in contact with have expressed their sadness at the loss of  King Bhumibolho, who at 88 was the world”s longest reigning monarch. security in the city has been stepped up as preparations for the week long funeral get underway.

In all honesty, we have only just realized that he  died last year.

We are here for just a few days before we head north, and so we decided to spend some time with a local guide. We visited several of Bangkok’s religious sites, took a boat ride to see life on the river, and learned a bit about Thai Buddhism.

Above and below, memorials for the King.

Unlike temples in Bhutan, photographs and video are permitted here. Dress codes are less strictly enforced. Most strikingly, people come to these temples to read prayers aloud together  (in contrast to Bhutan, where it is the monks who chant the prayers).

Interior details

Scenes from the life of the Buddha cover the walls

We came upon two induction ceremonies for monks during our temple visits. This was apparently an unusual level of activity, and our guide suggested that it had something to do with the King’s cremation next week.

Friday morning

Sunday morning

A fantasy of a temple

And another

On the water

The ice cream boat. We were told that there is also a KFC boat.

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Day’s end

Yup, there it is, that white speck hanging onto the cliff. I was not counting on making it all the way.

First, the story.  According to legend, Guru Rimpoche, the “second Buddha”, who is credited with introducing  Buddhism to the kingdom, came to this place to suppress demons. He was carried here  by his Tibetan consort, who transformed herself into a flying tiger.

Here we are, a third of the way up, a stop at the tea house.

It looks so close! But it’s not. From this viewpoint you’re looking right at it, but to get there you have to go down, down, down, and then up, up, up.

So, we did it, and we even made it back without too much trouble, just taking our time, and carried along by a wave of excitement about having done it, and relief about not having to do it tomorrow.

The next day we drove to Chele La, the highest motorable pass in Bhutan. From here you can see the Haa Valley on one side and the Paro Valley on the other. And on a clear day, the Himalayas.

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Before getting underway we stopped to see the longest suspension bridge in Bhutan. The bridge connects the Punakha Dzong to villages on the banks of the Po Chhu river, and is where two rivers converge.

Views of the Himalayas on the way to Paro

We arrived in the afternoon with time to visit the National Museum and the Paro Dzong. (our guide told us that some people are “dzonged out” by the time they get to Paro, but not us).

At the Museum we watched a film about the elaborate dances performed at festivals across the country at various times of the year. Each of these dances serves a particular purpose (suppressing demons, honoring holy men) and people come not simply to be entertained, but to pay their respects to the gods and receive blessings. Most of the dances date back to the Middle Ages.

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Of course, I was most interested in the Bardo Dance, also known as the Dance of the Judgement of the Dead.

From a guidebook:

“When all beings die, they wander in the intermediate state (Bardo) waiting to be led by their merits into their next destination until the ultimate goal of Nirvana.”

The Bardo Dance, which  lasts over two hours, colorfully portrays this ultimate drama of human existence.

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Our guide’s father had died within the last year, and he and I had a chance to talk about death related rituals in Bhutanese culture. They are hugely important – more important than, for example, weddings.

All in all it was a relatively easy day physically, which was a good thing given what lay in store for us the following day.

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