Jay Sheldon

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After an exhausting month racing round Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos, I am back in Kunming. The blog, however, has temporarily been left somewhere back in North-eastern Cambodia due to an unfortunate run-in with a memory card virus which has left me minus most of my photos.

Avenues are being explored...


Now in: Kunming, China.



Travel Blog Posts


Phom Penh to Ratanakiri

Published: February 23rd 2008Asia » Cambodia » South » Phnom Penh
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February 19th 2008

As I walked through Phom Penh to Tuol Sleng a man was boiling clothes in an iron tub over an open wood fire by the side of the road. Occasionally he would pull them out and dunk them back in with a long metal pole. This has no relevance to anything, I just thought it was curious. The most noticeable thing about Tuol Sleng, former school and infamous former Khmer Rouge S21 prison in the quiet outskirts of Phnom Penh, is its likeness to a school. The conversion in the 1970s into a holding prison for capitalists, foreigners, peasants, spectacle-wearers and even card-carrying KR fighters before being shipped to the Killing Fields at Choeng Ek, was a crude one. Former classrooms look like classrooms. The only difference is the rusting iron bedstead left in the middle ... read more



Angkor That

Published: February 13th 2008Asia » Cambodia » North » Angkor
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February 13th 2008

Kneeling down with two aged nuns near a smoking bunch of incense sticks, I would never thought this was one of the most visited spots of the country's most popular destination. Tourism in Cambodia lives for the temples of Angkor, the country's symbol and once one of Asia's most important cities. And yet here I am in Angkor Thom having my arm stroked in thanks for promising to send prints of the photos I've just taken. As I experienced this kind of reception again and again, just yards from the paths trodden last year by two million people, I was puzzled at how these locals could be so open. A little later something happened which made me realise what it could be. I was chatting with some very young monks at the edge of a temple's ... read more



Mekong Youkong

Published: February 12th 2008Asia » Vietnam » Mekong River Delta
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February 10th 2008

I haven't been getting a lot of sleep on this trip. Overnight buses and early starts have made for an exhausting time and getting up at six on New Year's Day to catch the bus to Mytho, it didn't look like that was about to change. The only realistic way to see the Mekong Delta with a couple of days and no Vietnamese is to take a tour from Saigon. From what I heard from travellers coming the other way, if you go independently you'll only end up at the same tourist sites, paying more. So I struck a compromise: I'd do a day tour and be dropped there to make my own way to Cambodia. The tour guide was an interesting character; a young guy who referred to himself as 'the cheeky bugger' and insisted ... read more



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February 6th 2008

It's Têt and my last night in Saigon. I'm sitting on a blue plastic stool at a busy junction waiting for my food to arrive, all around me are clustered little tables and sizzling stalls. From one of these stalls I've ordered something by just saying "One, please!" and when it comes I still don't know what it is. Small lumps of glutinous matter are heaped on a plate, on top something vegetable and an undeniable fried egg. I drizzle over something like chili sauce. Over the road stands a man selling huge red balloons and lucky New Year trinkets and the roads are already swollen with motorbikes: it's New Year's Eve and nobody's missing out. Picking at my actually quite delicious meal, I sit and think about my journey; it feels like the first time ... read more



Tiny Grass is Dreaming

Published: January 28th 2008Asia » China » Hainan » Sanya
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January 27th 2008

Boarding the battered old ferry at Beihai we were torn between relief and trepidation: happy to be leaving that frozen, barren town but distinctly hesitant about the impending 12-hour sea-bucket journey. We had managed at the last minute to upgrade ourselves from the 30-to-a-room cattle-class about which we had heard so many colourful, zoological analogies and which, we now saw, offered little more than a bamboo mat and a selection of shrieking, smoking roommates. Putting Steerage a good deck below us, we settled into our cosier 2-bunk cabin to contemplate our trip. Behind us: Beihai, chilly wasteland with a very Chinese approach to ferry ticket sales. Ahead: the tropical island of Hainan and almost two weeks of warmed-up relaxation. Outside: a rusty corridor reminiscent of the 'follow the rats' scene from Titanic. So doing nothing was ... read more






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