Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The Problems of Mr. Heng and Mr. Hong

Battambang province, Cambodia - January 7-8, 2014 - My fiancee came home from the market with, of all things, two living Mekong snail-eating turtles, which she'd purchased for a dollar each out of pity. These animals are a protected species, illegal to eat in and export from Cambodia, but are none the less a delicacy in Battambang. They are quite rife in Thailand, but populations are decreasing in Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam. I investigated the animals being sold at the market, which included snakes, and then, after much deliberation and freaking out, decided to release them into a pond at the local wat, seeing it as the best option for the animals' survival (although still not great) and our consciences. Depositing the animals in a pagoda is a common form of merit-making all over the region. Animals rights organisations warn against this practice, as they believe that the animals die from overcompetition and starvation (see here). Suffice to say, Cambodian people don't believe this, except for maybe the monks who clean their corpses out of the ponds.

We despaired for time and choice. All the food we attempted to feed the turtles was in vein, and Neng (being unaware of the dangers) had already purchased them. Looking after them was not an option - there are not facilities for advanced pet-keeping in the Cambodian countryside, the turtles didn't have the time and we didn't have the money to order them from Phnom Penh. Researching their habitat, we could find no place where we knew they would be safe before they starved (the turtles had not eaten already in about 36 hours or more, we could see their shells starting to hollow from starvation). All suitable habitats we could find were filled with people, who would be able to see us and probably just catch the turtles again. So we decided to examine the local culture a little, found a pagoda that had some larger, relatively healthy-looking turtles, and gave them to the wat. They will surely face inadequate conditions, but at least they won't be hunted or traded. Oh, what a terrible moral dilemma these two glorious creatures put me in!

They are almost identical to the Malayan snail-eating turtles, and you can read interesting information about them here.





Mr Heng on the left, and Mr. Hong on the right. They both had distinct personalities. The stripes on their faces made it look like they were constantly furrowing their brows. Or maybe they were just actually pissed off because people had been passing them around and driving them on motor vehicles and displaying them in markets and what not.

At first, Mr. Heng the younger would not come out of his shell. Then he became very hyperactive, always moving, running and burrowing. Mr. Hong the elder was more resigned and placid. He liked to stay hidden/

Phsar Boeung Chouk (Boeung Chouk market).


There were two vendors selling turtles. This one also sold snakes.

Massive pile of snake offal.




The other vendor stocking snail-eating turtles.

Here you can see the way that snakes are usually prepared and sold pre-cooked (black coils in the middle of all the dried fish).

A stupa at Wat Au Sraom Bot Savong.

A slightly larger turtle we saw already in the pond.





Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Apsara Christmas @ Au Cabaret Vert

Battambang province, Cambodia - December 24, 2013 - Celebrating Christmas Eve traditionally with apsara dancing and a candlelit dinner of French cuisine, at the lovely eco-resort, Au Cabaret Vert. It is a great place to stay, eat, or drink whenever in Battambang.













The children are not professionally trained, but study part-time with an NGO.





Dinner included fish steak with spinach and mash...

...duck breast in Kampot pepper...

...and triple round dessert with vanilla, coconut, and chocolate.



Friday, November 8, 2013

A Far Too Short Trip to the Big Mango

Bangkok city, Thailand - November 2-5, 2013 - Exams in Bangkok, one of my favourite cities, also means a holiday, and here is the slice of frenetics I managed to photograph.

The first thing any person in their right mind does upon arrival in Bangkok is eat street food.

This is the sourest fruit I've ever eaten, and thus one of my favourites. It's called madan in Thai.

Goong dten. These living shrimps are served in a salad and eaten still jumping around.


Goong dten on the right, and noodle soup on the left. The extreme chili had already killed the shrimps off by now.

At the Rod Fai market, many things are for sale, such as this drugged kitten that couldn't open its eyes.

But it is otherwise an absolute treasure trove.


Old torture devices?



Old Thai school notebook purchased at Rod Fai.

It is a popular place for Thai people to go and is set in an old train station.


Out.

Political rally I encountered in Silom on the Wednesday. These are yellow shirt supporters protesting against the amnesty bill proposed by Yingluck Shinawatra's current government. The bill will allow Thaksin to return to Thailand, as well as exonerate all those guilty of political crimes between 2004 and 2010. http://www.bangkokpost.com/news/local/378452/protesters-warn-fight-against-blanket-amnesty-not-yet-over

If you want to get an idea of the politics happening in Thailand right now, this is a great article: http://www.economist.com/news/asia/21589436-governments-latest-attempt-get-thaksin-shinawatra-back-has-united-almost-everyone-against

Notice how the date on this receipt is 6/1/56. That's because in Thailand's Buddhist calendar the year is actually 2556.

The infamous Soi Cowboy in the rain.

Bakkard, the border town with Cambodia on the way back.

The trip ended disturbingly with a conversation in Khmer with a small beggar girl on the street. I tried speaking the language to her and she responded that she was Cambodian. It was then that I realised this girl used to beg regularly in one of the open street bars in Phnom Penh about a year ago. She had somehow been trafficked into Bangkok, aged not more than five years. Quizzing her yielded no information about how exactly she had got there, or who her bosses were.