The End the The Road Unknown

Chinese Buddhist Temple In Penang

I have been home for over a month now, since the end of my 4 and a half month journey into the unknowns of Southeast Asia. Many of you reading wont be able to truly understand everything I saw and felt during my trip, because it is impossible to describe using words, but all of you reading know what it was like for me arriving back home.

The reality we are living in now, is what I came home to. For many of us this pandemic has allowed us to slow down and reflect upon our daily lives. Thinking without a crowded head of stress and anxiety, has allowed us to reflect. As my mom said it best, the world needed this time to reset. I am fortunate to not be affected by this virus, but for many this has brought unneeded obstacles and financial burdens. All around the world people live paycheck to paycheck, and here in the US it’s more common than we think.

For me this time has allowed me to think deeply about everything I experienced in Asia. I will take with me the lessons I learned and the advice that I received from the kind people of Asia and the countless travelers I met along the way.

My last post I was in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, enduring the 90% humidity with 100 degree weather, all while enjoying everything Malaysia has to offer. This was in the beginning of March. I was reading the news everyday hearing about the closures of other countries and how COVID 19 was spreading like wildfire. I got the message from my mom, that the US was going into lockdown for supposedly a month, and how many other countries where following suit. It felt like normal where I was, nothing was closed, borders where open and I didn’t feel the inevitable that was approaching soon.

From Kuala Lumpur I headed north to the Cameron Highlands in Malaysia for 3 days to visit the famous tea plantations there and do some jungle trekking, while escaping the heat. After a four hour windy bus ride up to the mountains I arrived. A low lying fog was creeping out of the jungle forest and saturating the small town. Every night it rained at about 6 o’clock and wouldn’t subside until around 8 am. Me and a group of backpackers hiked a few of the many hiking trails that lead us into the unknown of the jungle, where a huge opening led us to one of the 7 tea plantations. From the cameron highlands I continued north to the Island of Penang, where the heat had resumed and wouldn’t go away, no matter what time of day. Three days exploring the street art and the various foods that I still miss, I was off to Indonesia. I woke up at 5am to get to the local bus station that would take me to the airport where I would fly to Indonesia, sadly without Julia, as she informed me that she wasn’t going to be able to make it. A short flight over the Malacca straight separating mainland Asia, and the huge Island chains of Indonesia, I landed in Medan, North Sumatra, Indonesia, where I would end my trip, and where I would finally have the inevitable catch up to me, and the rest of the people of Asia, and the world.

Cameron Highlands
Cameron Highlands

The day I arrived in Medan, things still felt normal, I felt lucky to be in a place where I didn’t have to worry about the virus and I could keep enjoying my time. Indonesia was by far the most unique country I visited, everything was new, It didn’t feel like I was in Asia anymore, but a new world, made up of 17,000 different islands, I made it to Indo, as we surfers like to call it. Although I didn’t get the chance to surf, I still had a great time, and I couldn’t have asked for a better way to end my trip. The area I was in was called Bukit Lawang, a small jungle village located in the northern part of Sumatra, which is the Northern most island in Indonesia. Bukit Lawang is known for being one of the last places in the world to see Orangutans and thousands of other endangered animals and plants, in the wild. The first three days in Indonesia, I spent doing a jungle trekk into the 3,061 mi² Gunung Leuser National Park. In 1973 a Swiss organization set up an orangutan rehabilitation center in Bukit Lawang. The purpose of the center was to rehabilitate orangutans released from captivity, and to repopulate the dying wild Orangutang population. Three days trekking into the jungle with our guide Vishnu. It was an amazing experience that I will never forget, feeling the vastness of the jungle and seeing flora and fauna that looked like it was from another planet. Indonesia sadly is a huge exporters of Palm Oil, which destroys the natural rainforests around the world, and also the Jungles In Indonesia. The Government of Indonesia realized that its a huge problem and has set aside protected land known as the Gunung Leuser National Park. Surrounding the National park is miles and miles of palm oil plantations. A sad sight to see.

Flying to Indonesia
Arriving to Bukit Lawang
Welcome to the Jungle
Vishnu Our Guide
A Palm Oil Plantation

When I came back from the jungle things where starting to change because of the virus, It had finally caught up to me and I knew that It was going to be a tough couple weeks before I was finally able to make it home. I was only planning on spending 7 days in Bukit Lawang which turned into 3 weeks. Everyday it was getting worse and worse, I was receiving emails from the US embassy in Medan, 3 hours from where I was, telling me that the embassies have closed and there was a Level 4 worldwide health advisory, the highest level, and that I should arrange for immediate return to the United States. I was getting ready for the long haul, to stay there and ride out this virus. Eventually everything closed in the village and eventually I went to the market with Ucock and got fish and rice, which we ate everyday.


My first flight was cancelled due to borders closing by the hour. Everyday the power would shut off for 5 hours and I had no contact to the outside. I never felt so isolated in my entire life. Also stuck in there with me, was 2 guys my age from Germany and another guy our age from Mexico. Everyday we would meet up, talk about our plans for evacuation, and play hearts, a card game. In the 3 weeks leading up to my departure, I attended 2 local Muslim weddings, and played a-lot of guitar. I was also able to take time to reflect and swim in the Landak river that separates both sides of the village, accessible by suspension bridges.

A flash flood hit Bukit Lawang on 2 November 2003. Described by witnesses as a tidal wave, the water was about 65 feet high, as it came crashing down the hills, wiping out everything in its path. The disaster, which was the result of illegal logging, destroyed the local tourist resorts and had a devastating impact to the local tourism industry. Around 400 houses, 3 mosques, 8 bridges, 280 kiosks and food stalls, 35 inns and guest houses were destroyed by the flood, and 239 people, 5 of them tourists, were killed and around 1,400 locals lost their homes.After eight months of rebuilding, Bukit Lawang was re-opened again in July 2004. For many villagers the trauma of losing family, friends and their homes has taken a long time to come to terms with. The people were facing unemployment and homelessness. It has been a long road to recovery and an especially hard task to rebuild a town with only limited financial assistance from the government. However the people in Bukit Lawang are survivors and the new village is taking shape and more and more businesses are opening again. In 2007 Bukit Lawang received electricity and wifi.

Ucok, a good friend that I met while staying at the Jungle View Guest house, was the first person I met in Bukit Lawang, he introduced me to his friends Andre, Mr. Bean and Ejal, who would become my friends as well. He is a local to the village of Bukit Lawang, and a jungle trekking guide. He told me how they can make a-lot of money working as a guide, and how a pandemic like this can effect so many lives, the people working in the tourism industry, like Ucok are going to be affected hard. He taught me a-lot about the history of the village. Everyday we would swim and hangout, he showed me the good restaurants to eat at while they where still open. “Jungle Jimi Hendrix”, as I called him, because he played guitar left handed like Jimi Hendrix, and was just as good. We jammed everyday and hung out while I tried to figure out a way to get home. With one flight cancelled already, I took a risk and got another ticket home. 40 hours and a night in an airport, I made it home. From Bukit Lawang, I took the Local bus on the 2 hour dirt road to Medan International Airport, where I would fly to Jakarta Intl Airport, and spend 10 hours in the airport waiting for my next flight.

Flying Home
Empty LAX Airport

I flew out early to Tokyo, Japan, and then from there, back home. The plane was empty coming home, a Boeing 777, a huge plane with only 20 of us on it. Flying home I was flying over the great pacific ocean, and its all ocean until I saw land appear, a sign that I knew I was home. A feeling of sadness, accomplishment, and joy filled my head as the wheels touched the asphalt on the cool morning of my homecoming.

6 countries, 2 by motorbike, 2000 miles hitchhiking, countless expiercences, amazing people, and an amazing story, I was home. This is my last post in the story of my trip through Southeast Asia. I want to thank my friends and family for supporting me along the way, and all the kind hearted people that took me in as family over there, you will never be forgotten.

Don’t forget to slow down and enjoy the little things in life.

“Just because one wanders, doesn’t mean they are lost”.

Until my next trip, Cheers!

Dear Cambodia

Dear Cambodia, you are the poorest country in Southeast Asia, most people pass you up to go to your neighboring countries, but I will always remember the great times I had traveling here.

After taking Bertha #2, the motorbike I purchased in Hanoi, I headed into Cambodia. After stopping for coffee 6 miles from the border, at a local Vietnamese family’s house, I crossed at the Le Thanh border into Cambodia. I payed the 10$ import tax to take my motorbike into Cambodia and I headed for the city of Banlung. I arrived around 4 in the afternoon to Banlung Reggae Homestay. It was the only hostel and ironically it was owned by an ex Monk with his wife and two kids. The hostel was basically a shack built on a dirt lot with no floors and there was no electricity but good times were had, when the owner Mr. Sut, took us to the local carnival near the hostel, that only happens once a year, and I was lucky enough to arrive on the same day. Every year everyone from the city heads to the airport tarmac, which is just gravel, to enjoy good food, and live entertainment all night long. There is not any tourists in the city of Banlung, and the only real thing to see is the Yeak Laom, a giant lake that is perfectly circular surrounded by thick jungle. I woke up early the next morning to continue heading south towards the province of Kratie. The heat this day, was so intense that I could see the heat waves rising up from the road in front of me. Every hour or so I pulled over to take a break and let my bike cool off. It kept over heating, and eventually I fried the coil and spark plug, and had to fix it later on. The landscape in the north of Cambodia reminded me a lot of Africa, flat desert like prairies with nothing but small shrubs and trees. What I noticed right away about Cambodia is the style of houses there, compared to the other countries. Bamboo is mainly used for everything outside of Cambodia, but due to the lack of bamboo and the surplus of teak trees, the houses are all made of wood, and are all raised above the ground about 6ft. This is a traditional Khmer style building technique to help protect the house during monsoon season when there is flooding. While I was driving south, it happend to be the same time as burning season when the farmers burn the fields to get ready for the new crops to be planted. One section of road I was driving through, the fires from the fields spread and both sides of the road where on fire, there was a solid wall of thick grey smoke that I could hardly see my handle bars in Front of me. It was something I’ve never experienced before.

Carnival in Banlung

I arrived in Kratie province in the late afternoon, a small town right on the bank of the mighty Mekong river. In the mornings at 5:30 you would be woken up by traditional Khmer music being blasted out of metal loudspeakers, that are not meant for music, to commence the opening of the local morning market. After spending a whole day going from mechanic to mechanic trying to fix my now toasted motorbike, I found someone that had the parts I needed. $16 later I had a new spark plug and new coil and I was on my way to Phenom Pehn, the capital city of Cambodia.

Sunset in Kratie
Sunset over the mighty Mekong, Kratie
Morning Market

Only a week before I was set to arrive In Cambodia, I found out that my Dad and his friend, that he has known since the sixth grade, Craig Shufflebien, where going to meet me in Phenom Pehn. The drive from Kratie to Phenom Pehn, was a grueling 200 miles of dusty and hot roads, but I didn’t think too much of it, because I was thinking about seeing my dad for the first time in awhile. It was over 2 months since I’ve seen a familiar face, the longest I’ve been away from home. The reason Craig was coming, is because for the past 7 years, he has been donating money to local schools and orphanages around Phenom Pehn. It was perfect timing for all of us to meet up and have some fun, while doing some good for a few days. My dad and I would split off and explore more of Cambodia by motorbike, while Craig was checking out more schools.

Uncle Craig, at one of the schools

We all met at the Raffles hotel in Phenom Pehn, a very nice hotel, with classic French colonial architecture. It was great from going from 1 star hostels with just enough to get by, to the 5 star luxurys of The Raffles. Seeing my dad again for the first time, was like seeing a stranger that you somehow know. After awhile you see so many unfamiliar faces that you start to forget the ones you know.

Craig, my Dad and I, for the next 5 days enjoyed our time together. We were in the capital city of Phenom Pehn for 3 days, and spent 2 nights in Siem Riep, touring around the ancient temple city of Angkor Wat.

The time we spent in Phenom Pehn together was a very cool experience, it was different than the other experiences I have had, because I was able to be a part of something special. My Dads friend Craig Shufflebein has a big heart and for 7 years has been donating money to schools and orphanages around Cambodia. While we were there we had the opportunity to visit some of the schools and see the impacts that have been made, because of Craig and others like him. 7 years ago Craig and his wife, Marry, took their three kids out of school to take them on a world tour to experience how other parts of the world live. While his family was in Cambodia, they were put in touch with a local guide by the name of Ritz, who showed them the true poverty in Cambodia, and from then on he wanted to help make a difference in Cambodia, by supporting education, which is very important to help grow developing countries, so for seven years, with the help of Ritz acting as a liaison, has supported 11 different schools and one orphanage. It was a great experience seeing the kids in the classroom, and see their faces light up when we walked in. That evening we went back to Ritz’s house and ate a big family dinner, with all of Ritz family, consisting of traditional Khmer food. We jammed on guitar and sang songs all night, it was a good end to a good day. The following day, we visited a local orphanage. 20 kids, all different ages and genders, have lived at the orphanage their whole lives. We gave them each their own soccerball, and played volleyball with them for a few hours before leaving. It was heart wrenching seeing some of the kids wanting to come with us to have a family when we were leaving. Ritz told us that some of the kids were being taken care of by grandparents but they ended up not being able to afford it, and had to abandoned the children. Some kids there, their parents died and the kids had no where to go. It felt good to be there and hang out for a few hours, and show the kids that they are still loved. I wish I was able to do more though.

Ritz and Craig
One of the schools learning about global warming, coincidentally while we were there
All smiles
The teachers
Signing autographs

The next day we took a road trip west to the city of Siem Riep, where the home of the massive temple city of Angkor Wat is. Angkor Wat, a Hindu temple, built in the early 12th century, is the largest religious structure in the world. It is one of the 7 man made wonders of the world, and it is huge, 402 acres. The temple is built with lava rock as a foundation and sandstone block as finishing on the outside, each carved with intricate designs, and murals depicting heaven, present life, and hell. After touring around there for an evening and a full day, we headed back to Phenom Pehn, and split off from Craig, and my dad and I headed south, to the coast by motorbike.

Angkor Wat
Ritz explaining one mural

My dad and I have always talked about doing a road trip on bikes somewhere, and this is a mini version of what we have been wanting to do for a long time. I was on my bike, Bertha #2, and my dad was on a Honda Wave that he rented for a few days. We set out from Phenom Pehn early in the morning, heading towards Otres beach #4, a 200 mile journey, that we drove the whole way along the dirt shoulder of a dusty highway heading south. We stayed in Otres beach for 2 nights, which is slowly getting destroyed and being built up by investors. We also got to see the craziness of Sihanoukville, or “Shitville”, as many call it. Chinese investors have moved into Sihanoukville and have rapidly built skyrise hotels and casinos, but have no infrastructure to support the rapid building, and there is not even paved roads and sewage flows down the road, while Bentley’s and BMWs pass by. Someone was telling us that only 5 years ago, the tallest building was only 5 stories. Now there are hundreds.

Getting our backpack fixed at local market in Sihanoukville

The next morning we took a small wooden ferry boat over to the island of Koh Ta Kiev where we stayed for 3 days and 2 nights, and enjoyed the wam water of the gulf of Thailand, and good laughs at the Last point bar. The beach is untouched by investors and big businesses, but the effects of both are still seen. The beach is lined with trash that has washed up from other places, and will remain there for thousands of years. Single use plastic is what you see the most. It is a sad thing to see, a deserted beach, 3 miles long filled with trash from another location. The day we were leaving, there was a storm and the ocean had 6ft+ swells rocking the boat, making the ride back very exciting.

Our boat to the island
Save our oceans
Bungalows on the island

On our way back from the islands, we were driving back to Phenom Pehn on a road that was a little better than the first, but it was still hot and dusty. Before we left back to Phenom Pehn, we bought 2 soccer balls to give to a school on our way back. A simple thing can make a big difference.

Cambodia is the poorest country in Southeast Asia and the education is definitely in need of help. Cambodia is still rebuilding after the very recent Khmer Rouge genocide led by Pol Pot, that ended in 1979 when Vietnam invaded Cambodia overthrowing Pol Pot. Many people including me my dad and Craig didn’t know about this until we actually traveled there. It is a very recent event that was what some call more gruesome than the Houlocaust. Pol Pot was a corrupt government leader that was in power from the late 1960’s where his army started to grow in the jungles of Eastern Cambodia, until 1979 when the Vietnamese army overthrew him. There is a darker side to his legacy though. The Khmer Rouge regime was very paranoid and repressive, resulting in a mass amount of deaths from social engineering or “Maha Lout Ploh”, similar to “the Great Leap Forward” during this time many Cambodians perished from famine and dying from curable diseases. Pol Pot was fearful of being overthrown, so he set up death camps all over Cambodia, to get rid of his political opponents and every educated person in the country. Around 1.5 – 2 million people, or 25% of the population of Cambodia was murdered during his reign. In the 1970’s the Khmer Rouge was directly supported by Mao Zedong, and that 90% of funding came from China. Every single family lost at least one family member during these times, and Ritz the guide, but now our Cambodian brother, was telling us stories about how he remembers almost dying in one of the labor camps from malnutrition and he was hungry so he ate poisonous mushrooms, and got sick. Ritz lost a sister and 2 brothers and his father to the Khmer Rouge. 

Today some of the death camps are open as museums to show people how gruesome this time was, and how no one knew it was going on. The day my dad flew home, Ritz took us to see one of camps called a “Killing Feild”. We walked around a saw the mass graves that people were buried in, there were fragments of bones and clothing in some of them, and in the center of the camp, there is a tower built filled with skulls from the deceased, that were killed in the camp. Each one was marked with how the victim was killed. Pol Pot wanted to save bullets, so each victim was bludgeon to death by various objects, including bats, and metal spikes. It was a heavy day learning about the hidden history of Cambodia.

Tower memorial
Human skulls

After my dad flew home I stayed with Ritz family for a few nights until I sold my motorbike. I will always cherish the memories I had in Cambodia, and I will always have a second family in Cambodia now.

Family dinner at Ritz house

I sold my bike to a local Cambodian that has a motorbike shop, and made my money back. I will always remember the times, good and bad that Bertha #2 had, as my good buddy Yuelin said, it was a “DIY free ride”. I can’t wait to get a bike when I’m home, sorry mom. After I sold my bike I was back to taking buses, less freedom and more expensive. I took a bus from Phenom Pehn to Battambang near the border of Thailand. I was there for one night checking out the small city, and playing cards with some people I met at the hostel. It is awesome how at any given time there can be 5 people from different countries in a room, and we all come from different backgrounds, but share a common interest in experiencing the world and other cultures. 

From Banlung I hitchhiked to the border of Thailand. I got picked up by an ex monk turned businessman that sells coconuts in Cambodia, that he imports from Thailand, he was on his way to the Poipet border and we shared good laughs the whole way. From Poipet border I crossed into Thailand, my second time in the country.

New friends

I went back to visit the family I know in Khon Kaen and I stayed for 10 days and enjoyed the simple farm life once again. The last time I was there, I took Tula and Vien to another homestay farm, and since then it sparked the idea for Tula to improve his farm and start selling the stuff he grows. While I was gone he built a chicken coup and purchased 20 ducks that produce around 15 eggs every morning that he sells to the other people in the village. The ducks are free to walk around and they fertilize the Jasmine plants, so now the yield ant from 1kg to 2. It is cool to see the improvements made.

Catching Toh Kae Geckos
Jamming with good food

From Khon Kaen, I took a bus to Bangkok where I stayed for 4 days in the “Overstay Hostel”, an art hostel with every single inch of wall covered by art from local artists and people staying at the hostel. After Bangkok I headed to Chumphon in the south of Thailand and then to the islands of Koh Tao, and then to Koh Pha-ngan, a famous island in the south.

The Overstay Hostel
Koh Tao

When I was back in Bangkok, I went to this creepy and sad zoo on the roof of a 10 story shopping mall. Pata zoo was the name, and it was home to lots of different species of animals and fish, and snakes. Although I do not agree or like seeing animals in captivity like this, it was interesting thing to see.

I am now in Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur to be exact. Malaysia is very different from the rest of Southeast Asia, there are many different cultures that live and work here. 60% of the population is Muslim, and there is also a big influence of Indian migrants here for work. The food is very tasty and different than the spicy food, tangy food of Thailand. I will be here for 2 weeks exploring the country, and then Julia, Martin and I head to Indonesia, an buy our fishing boat, which we will attempt to sail the Banyak islands.

Kuala Lumpur
Rainy day

Stay tuned for the boat trip in my next post. 

Till next time, CHEERS!

The Vietnam Grand Prix

It has been over a month since my last post. The last place I left off was Hanoi in Vietnam. I am no longer there, and I am no longer in Vietnam, I am in Cambodia. I am on a bus now while I write this headed to Battambang province from Phenom Penh in Cambodia.

Bertha #2

After the hitchhiking adventure from Luang Prabang to Hanoi, I bought a motorbike, the classic Honda Win 110cc manual motorbike, a relic from the past, that is hard to find nowadays but easy to find Chinese and Vietnamese copy’s. It is hard to call this a motorbike, it is more of a piece of shit on two wheels that is a hell of a lot of fun to drive. After a day or two of searching local motorbike shops, and looking at ads, I found the perfect bike. $200 later, I had the keys and the ownership card, to Bertha #2, the bike that would carry me and my bag the 1600 miles from northern Vietnam to southern Vietnam, then into Cambodia.

The route I took

The start of “The Vietnam Grand Prix” commenced on the morning of December 27, leaving from Hanoi heading southeast to a small island off the coast of Vietnam. After a chaotic attempt to get out of the main city of Hanoi, 90 miles of unknown highways, and the last ferry of the day, I had finally made it to the first stop in the long road south, Cat Ba island. 5 days of exploring the archipelago of Cat Ba, getting my bearings riding Bertha #2, exploring the abandoned housing project, eating delicious kebab Banh Mis, and celebrating New Years at Woodstock, the hippie commune in the jungle, I was off to the next stop in the journey, Ninh Binh province.

Cat Ba, Sunrise
Abandoned housing project
New Year’s Eve

I was just outside of Ninh Binh for a total of 5 days working on a permaculture farm, living off the land, and harvesting bamboo on a hillside, to construct a tea hut for the garden. I learned a lot about sustainability and how we consume so much, and most of it is wasted, and that we should be more conscious about what we consume in our daily lives.

Ninh Binh Province

From Ninh Binh and the permaculture farm “Dream Up”, I continued south to make it towards Dong Hoi, but fell short in making it there in one day, and had to pull off the side of the road, and pitch my tent for the night. It was raining and I was all alone in the middle of Ke Go National Park. I woke up early the next morning right as the sun was rising over the smoke towers, billowing out smoke from the factories that lined the national park, an interesting contrast, and made my way to Dong Hoi.

My camp
The factories in the morning

At this point in the trip I had clocked around 400 miles, or 644 km. The bike was holding up alright, and I was too, luckily. The difference in traveling by bike is that you have a whole new perspective on the landscape and the feel of the country, if I saw something interesting I was able to pull of the road and stop and observe, while on a bus you are asleep or not paying attention to everything you are passing through, missing a lot of experiences to be had, and a lot of Pho soup places, with some of the best soup in the world. With the bike I was able to stop in local mechanic shops, where no english was spoken and signal to have my chain lubed, or to have my oil changed. I was able to pull off in local villages and eat lunch and be warmly welcomed to sit and enjoy life with local people that do not see tourists often.

Empty Beach

Bertha #2 and I kept chugging on, down the dusty and dangerous Highway 1, till we reached Dong Hoi, a sleepy beach town, that is off the beaten tourist track. Here I was able to swim in the South China Sea and feel the energy of the waves that I so dearly missed. That night, me and the 3 other people staying at the hostel, all traveling by motorbike, played pool with some local guys until the sun rose.

Dong Hoi

In the morning I left for the city of Hué, where I would reunite with my hitchhiking buddy, Martin. We went to the huge 5 story shopping center, that had a proper movie theater, and tried to enjoy a shitty movie that I fell asleep halfway through, but it was only $2 so it wasn’t a loss. We had heard about an abandoned water park that was just outside of the city, so we hopped on my motorbike and explored. We heard from someone that until recently there were crocodiles that lived in the lazy river, and in the swimming pools, but they are sadly no longer there. The park had an eerie vibe to it, and it didn’t help that it was sunset and we still had to hike through the forest to get to my bike. Then we got lost, not fun, but we made it back.

The dragon in the middle of the lake
Lost in the forest
At the abandoned water park

After a good time exploring Hue, Martin and I parted ways and he headed to Japan, and I continued my journey south, passing through Da Nang, and stopping in Hoi An. There I stayed at “River Park Homestay”, a nice place along the river, away from the crowds of tourists in the main city center.

My son temple

The first time I truly felt like I was pushing the limits of my bike and myself was the 250 mile trip from Hoi An to Pleiku. It took an entire day of driving through the section of the Ho Chi Minh trail, that was used by the Northern Vietnamese, to transport supplies south, during the Vietnam war. The section I drove is a winding mountain road that during the war, weaved into Laos and Cambodia and that the US found out about the northern Vietcong moving supplies and soldiers along this section and bombed the hell out of it. An amazing stretch of road that I will never forget. I limped into Plieku, a city next to the Cambodian border, badly needing an oil change, and a good night’s rest. This was my final destination of the 1300 mile journey from north Vietnam to south, it took me 28 days, a few oil changes, a couple of nuts tightened, a lot of petrol, blood sweat and tears, but I made it, I fucking made it.

Ho Chi Minh trail
Flipped over truck on the mountain pass
Looking at Cambodia from Vietnam, sunset

After Vietnam I took the bike into Cambodia where I would meet my dad for 2 weeks, where we explored everything Cambodia has to offer. I will make another post for this, so look forward to that, or not. 

This trip has taught me a lot about myself and life, and I am ready to dive in and explore everything these beautiful countries have to offer.

Till next post, Cheers!

Luang Prabang to Hanoi

A lot has happened since my last post. After Vang Vieng in Laos, I headed further north to Luang Prabang, a more laid back city, on the Mekong river. A less traveled destination on the backpacker trail. I traveled here with 3 people I met in Vang Vieng, Jarro, Jamie, and Martin, all from different countries but the best of times where had. There is not too much to do in the city except the local night market selling local crafts, and cheap food. I was here 3 days and 2 of the days I was sick so I didn’t do much.

On the way from Vang Vieng to Luang Prabang
Martin, Jarro, Jamie in Luang Prabang
Boats on the Mekong river, Luang Prabang

Further north there is a small town called Nong Khiaw. My friend Martin that I met in Vang Vieng, and I decided to hitch hike the 93 miles to the small town, while Jamie and Jarro stayed back meeting us there the next day. It was a great experience and my first time hitchhiking. The idea of hitchhiking is foreign to the people of Laos, so when you wave them down, they just wave back like you are saying hi, but you eventually get picked up. Nong khiaw sits along the Mekong river and it is a nice little town, that looks like an old mining town, the houses have corrugated tin roofs and everything looks very rustic and abandoned. The further north you go in Asia the colder it gets, and I didn’t really pack for cold weather, at night it would get down to around 40 degrees. We stayed in Nong khiaw for 3 days, and on our second day, Jamie and Jarro joined us, and we rented motorbikes and explored the mountain villages, where the huts are made from woven bamboo. The villages are very rural but a lot of the huts have satellite dishes on top, it is a weird contrast.

Hitchhiking to Nong khiaw
Nong khiaw
Bridge over Mekong, Nong khiaw

On the way up to Nong khiaw, the road follows the Mekong river and we were able to see the effect of over consumption of power first hand, and how we don’t look at the environmental impacts we as humans have on this earth. The Xayaburi Dam can be seen being built in northern Laos. The Chinese company Xayaburi Power Company Limited, is currently finishing up building on the new damn. One of eight dams built on the Mekong River, known as the heart of SE Asia, feeding more than 60million people a year. The dam projects are posing huge concern for the environments and community’s 100s of miles down stream from where they are being built in northern SE Asia. Farmers and fisherman rely on the Mekong River and they have for 1000s of years. The dams are restricting flow of water causing fish populations to decrease and farmers suffering from droughts. When I was in Khon Kaen, Thailand I saw the direct impact of the Chinese dams first hand without realizing. Tula told me that it was a hard season, and farmers where struggling do to lack of water. The farmers depend on the nutrient filled water from the Mekong River and the dams are impacting farmers that live hundreds of miles away from the dams.

It is sad to see the impact humans have on this planet of ours, and it is hard to see a change ever happening. Every country is only worried about expanding and no one ever stops to look at the effects. The hydropower energy is green energy, but there are still impacts of this. I believe that instead of changing the environment to suit our lifestyles, we change our lifestyles to suit the environment.

The average American uses approximately 313 million Btu of energy, while the worldwide average per person is around 75 million Btu. If we all take a look into our own lives and consume less for the greater good of society, we could make the world a better place. But changing the world for better requires every individual to start making a change. Even I am guilty of this. It is not an easy thing to do, we are creatures of habit and unless we all take a step outside of the bubble we live in and realize the bigger picture it will never happen and we will all have to live on the moon in small shitty bubbles, maybe then we will realize the bubble we live in.

Xayaburi Dam being built on the Mekong River
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Vang Vieng, Laos

Vang Vieng, Laos, a small city surrounded by beautiful limestone mountains, where the nam song river flows and the tourists run wild. I was there for 6 days enjoying everything Vang Vieng had to offer. Tubing in the nam song river, climbing up mountains to view points, scooting around on motorbikes, meant for the street, on rocky dirt roads through small villages making our way to the 5 blue lagoons.

It has been awhile since my last post, and I hope you all forgive me for that, but the fact is, it is hard to think about taking pictures and write creative content, all while trying to “live in the moment” and experience everything through my eyes and not a camera. But sadly we live in a world where if there isn’t a picture it didn’t happen.

To describe SE Asia in a couple of paragraphs is like reading the prelude to a book. The prelude is just the author explaining what the book is about, but if you actually read the book, there is much more than just the prelude, so think of my writing as the prelude to a great book, but I am the only owner of the book in the entire world. I think everyone should have their own books written by themselves, no one else. For me my story has just began. I am 19 now, and every day that passes by, I learn more and more about myself, and the huge world we live in.

View from my hostel

I was fortunate enough to get a job serving breakfast in my last hostel, making $3 an hour, and free room and board. It was a good change, doing something productive. I met some very cool people in Vang Vieng, that I am now traveling with to Luang Prabang. That is the great thing about traveling is you meet amazing people and everyone has the same mindset.

Vientiane, Laos

I was in Khon Kaen for 9 days learning about the life of being a rice farmer. After a 5 hours bus ride from Khon Kaen to the Thai-Lao Friendship bridge, and a mishap with my visa, I am in Laos. It is one of the poorest countries in SE Asia, and I have already learned a lot. I have been in Vientiane, the capitol of Laos, for 2 days and I will stay one more, then I will head 3 hours north to Vang Vieng in Laos. I will stay there for about a week then head further north to Luang Prabang. Vientiane is the smallest capitol in Asia, and it has French influence, in the architecture, because it once was a French protectorate, but gained independence in 1954. Laos is one of the last remaining Communist states in the world. There are communist flags everywhere.

Laos flag, and in the bottom left corner, you can kind of see the communist flag.
The Mekong river
A Buddhist temple

Today was not an easy day, not for the reasons you might be thinking, it was a hard day because I was faced with the reality of the negative impact war has. I went to the COPE center for rehabilitation, where they make prosthetic limbs for victims of accidental explosions from US bombs. During the Vietnam war, the US dropped 2 million tons of bombs on Laos from 1964 to 1973. More than 580,000 bombing missions were conducted on Laos. That is one bombing mission every 8 minutes, 24 hours a day, for 9 years in a row. The US never declared war on Laos, but merely used it to dispose of the unused bombs, that were never dropped on Vietnam, because it was unsafe to land with the bombs. After the war was over in 1975, 80 million unexploded bombs remained, waiting to take more innocent lives. Post war, more than 20,000 people where killed from UXOs and even today 100 people die annually from UXOs. It is sad to see that even though the US/ Vietnam war ended 44 years ago, the past is still haunting the lives of Laotians even today.

Prosthetic limbs

Most of the people still affected today are the poorest villages in Laos, where farmers trying to grow crops to feed their families could suddenly have an arm blown off by a UXOS. I am sure I was the only American there today, and it felt weird seeing other people view the remains of what the US left behind. I felt guilt the rest of the day.

Sign made with prosthetic limbs

If you want more information visit You can donate here and read more about what COPE does.

Other than this sad history lesson, Laos is treating me well.

In Laos there is a very strong Chinese influence, from high rise buildings being built, to the Chinese railway that is currently being built, that will eventually make its way to Singapore. One can only wonder why China is moving in and expanding in Laos, a country that would never win against the power of China.

A Chinese company moving forward with construction

NPR article on Chinese railway being built in Laos.

A lady I got a pedicure from on the street.

Nang-Rua Village, Khon Kaen

These next couple of posts I am behind on, but these are by far the most humbling experiences I have had on this trip. I am now in Nang-Rua, Khon Kaen which is 300 miles away from Pattaya. After a 10 hour bus ride, that had the coldest AC, that I thought It would snow, a taxi ride, then finally getting picked up, after I thought I would have to sleep on a bench outside a police station, I arrived to the small village on the outskirts of Khon Kaen, a province of Thailand. Tula and Vien, co-own a small 2 acre rice farm, with another family here, and they are also have a small farm where there House sits. The area I am in, is away from all of the popular tourist destinations, so I am really experiencing Thailand for what it is, and not the facade that that the tourist areas pose. This is the most important thing I can do on this journey I am on. I feel very humble to be taken in as family and to be taught the ways of a simple farm life. My first day here, Tula showed me around the local village, introducing me to all of his friends. I met local farmers working on a rice farm near by, then we had fresh coconuts that he grows. I got to try raw sugar cane, it is super sweet. Tula showed me how all of the water reservoirs are dried up. He said that “they haven’t had a drought this bad in 40 years and that a lot of the farmers are struggling”, and farming is how most feed their families.

Tula showing me around
Local rice farmers
A resting hut, in a rice field
The signs of the drought
A farmer tending the drying rice
Every house has one of these trash cans made from recycled tires

There is a school right across the street, that has a football (soccer) field that all the local kids meet to play every afternoon. Everyday some of the kids come over and help Tula pick the Jazmine flowers to sell, then we all go and play some football. Tula used to coach football, and the kids call him teacher, but they are calling me teacher too, except they are all better at football then me, so they are the teachers, not just in football but how to be grateful for the things we have. When I was little, I was fortunate enough to have very nice cleats every year, and to play on green grass with nice goals, and these kids are so happy to be able to play every day without cleats, a dirt lot, and metal poles in the ground for goals.

Picking flowers before football

Today Tula took me to go see my first temple. It was sitting on top of a mountain over looking all of Khon Kaen. There was groups of school kids running around the inside of the temple, going to each Buddha and praying, Tula taught me how to properly pray. When all the school kids where leaving there was a wild boar that everyone was excited about. On our way back we got kaw lam, which is sticky sweet rice, with taro, stuffed into a piece of bamboo and cooked over a fire, very tasty.

The Buddha
Tula looking serious
View from temple
One of the schools at the temple
Kaw lam

Tomorrow Tula said that it is time to harvest the rice fields, so that will be a cool experience. Yesterday he showed me the process of getting the rice we eat, from start to finish. First you have to plow the fields, plant the rice, wait for it to grow, then hand pick it, or use a tractor, most pick it by hand, then wait three days for it to air dry, then take it to a very old machine that they have in town, that takes all the husks off each piece of rice, then it is ready to be sold or eaten. I am very appreciative of everything Tula has done for me so far, and showed me, this will be an unforgettable experience.

The rice drys for 3 days
Machine that takes the husks off the rice grains

Today we stopped by another local school and I got to take pictures with some of the classes. Probably shouldn’t be distracting them from an education, but Tula thought a photo would be more important. Lol

At school, religion is taught as well

On a side note, the villages have problems with mosquitoes, so the government provides a service to help keep the mosquitoes at bay, by gassing out each house, once a week, with a leaf blower contraption that blows out a toxic cloud of smoke, that makes the house smell for a few hours. The good thing is, that is when we go and play football!

No more mosquitoes!

Till next time, Cheers!


I am a few days behind on my blog. After the Khoa San Road, I was staying with my dads friend Dave in Pattaya. I was there for 3 days. Pattaya is similar to Bangkok in many ways, but it is a smaller city so there was less people. It is located in the Golf of Thailand, so I got to enjoy some much missed ocean time. Pattaya is known for a street called Walking Street, filled with bars and night clubs. One night I saw a Thai cover band play classic rock songs all night, that sounded pretty good! One thing I wish we had at home is the Baht bus or a songthaew, for 10 Baht or 33¢ you can hop and ride that sucker till it turns around, which is about a 4 mile trip.

“Songthaew” or Baht Bus

The second day in Pattaya, I met with Allison from England, and we explored more of the city. We got some good Thai food for lunch, hung out by the pool and made fun of all the tourists, which we consider different than backpackers (which is what we are), went for a swim in the bath tub warm ocean.

Living it up!
Walking Street, Pattaya
Sunset at Sky Beach Condominiums, Pattaya

Off the coast about 2 miles is an island called Koh Larn. The island is only about 3 miles across and has one small village on it. I got to spend a whole day there, with a girl I met named April, she was from Canada and was the same age as me. We rented a motor scooter there and drove around small cobblestone roads, finding private beaches and eating good food. The entire day only cost us $15, for everything. It was cool to experience my first island, and also it was a good change from being in only big cities. The island reminded me of Hawaii. On one beach we went to, on all the trees where rocks tied to branches and also water bottles, so we added to the collection. From Pattaya, I took a bus to Khon Kaen, in northern Thailand, where I am now, writing this sitting in a shack overlooking what once was a lake, that is now dried up.

Red buoy we swam to on Koh Larn, Pattaya
Top of highest hill on Koh Larn, Pattaya
Fellow “Farang” on Koh Larn
You don’t see these in California!

The Khaosan Road, a Metaphor for Life

As I write this I am on a bus going to Pattaya where I will be for around 3 days. The Khaosan Road is a famous road in Bangkok Thailand, if you have seen the movie The Beach, with Leonardo DiCaprio, then that is the Khaosan road in all of its glory, but if you haven’t seen that movie (highly recommend), then all you need to know is that the Khaosan is a place you only need to see one time. Filled with tourists, lady boy bars, and people trying to sell you shitty quality suits, it is truly a spectacular sight and place to see, only once.

Just like in the movie The Beach, backpackers start at the Khaosan and make their way to what they hope to find is a hidden paradise, a private island, with no one else except a select few. I guess that is what we are all chasing, whether in Thailand or back home in the states. Only 5 days in Thailand and I’ve learned so much, about other cultures and how other people have the same problems in daily life, politics, and even the struggle of always wanting more. But if you can learn something from other cultures is how to adapt to what you have, and to live a simple life. In Thailand the minimum wage is about 85 cents an hour, and in California it is $12.25 an hour, so one hour of work is the same as 12 hours of work in Thailand. By looking at the numbers that looks like you couldn’t even live off of that amount of money, but everything is relative. The Thai people eat out everyday, have tuk tuk drivers take them where ever they want to go, and they have more free time to spend with family and enjoy the little things in life. Now take a look at your life back in the US, in two weeks you make more than most family’s make in an entire year, but if you wanted to eat out everyday and have a personal driver take you around, you would be considered wealthy, by those standards, but unfortunately most of us are not. So you have to think that if you could adapt to the lower standards, then you would be able to expect less and experience more. It has been an eye opening experience so far. This is just what I’ve observed and wanted to share with others. I think that if we would be able to escape the bubble we live in, in the US, that we would be able to learn from other cultures instead of wanting to push them away. Change is not easy, but humans greatest skill is to adapt to our surroundings. I want everyone to take a look at how they live there own life, and think how you could live a simpler life.


One night in Bangkok

One night in Bangkok, by Murray Head, the name of a pop song in the 80s, is a funny song, but it is also a very accurate description of what Bangkok is really like. One cannot begin to imagine the peaceful chaos that is Bangkok, Thailand. Right away I knew what I had in store when the guy across from me, on the plane to Thailand, tried smoking a cigarette twice before finally getting yelled at by the Flight attendant. Finally after 14 hours of being in an airplane, we landed at Suvarnabhumi Airport. As I stepped through the doors of the airport, a wave of smelly, hot, moist air hit me in the face welcoming me to the first leg of my trip. It was 12:30am as I was dropped off at my hotel room near the airport. Day 1 complete.

Wanderlust hostel, Bangkok

Day 2 started off a little different, I was not as dazed and confused as the previous night, so it all felt real, my dream was a reality, I actually made it. I took a Grab car (same thing as uber in the states, but way cheaper), to my next hostel, near the famous Khoasan road. Right away I met 2 German girls that were also 18 so we spent the day getting food and exploring the city. Easy is an understatement when it comes to finding your way around in Thailand, it is a Disneyland for backpackers and travelers, everything is cheap and accessible. Tuk Tuks are the best and cheapest way to get around, the lines in the streets are invisible to everyone, everyone moves in a fluid motion almost like water. It’s peaceful chaos. There must be thousands of different smells that you come across while walking around the city, no matter what city you are in, but in Bangkok, there are three main smells that I will never forget, moth balls, sewage while walking over sewer grates, and the smell of oil frying food. Mix all three of those together and you have a very nice combo. One thing I will never be able to get used to again when I’m back home, is spending a lot of money on food. The best pad Thai I’ve ever had cost me $1.40.

The Khoasan road

As I write this it is 10am on Friday. I have one more night in Bangkok then I am headed to Pattaya, south of Bangkok. I am going to try and post about once a week. So far this city has taken me in with open arms and I’m excited to see what is in store for me.

German girls, I’m bad with names

The Road Unknown

The road unknown is a metaphor for life and how everything down the road is unknown and uncertain. It also is the path that is not known or foreign to ones memory. It is also the name of my blog.

This is my first blog post i’ve ever written. If you are reading this you probably know my plans for the next few months, but if you do not, My name is Clay and I am 18 years old and I am taking time before I head to college to travel around South East Asia for what I am planning is 5 months. I honestly have never done anything like this before, but I am excited to get out of my comfort zone and experience the world! Writing makes me feel exposed to the world, naked almost. It feels as though someone is peering into my head and closely examining my every thought. So this is not going to be easy for me but it will be liberating.

I believe that is where the fun is though, putting yourself in the unknown, winging it and hoping for the best. So far it hasn’t let me down, so hopefully my luck does’t run out when i’m in a third world country. As I write this I have 24 days until I leave and it still doesn’t even feel like a reality. I still feel as though it is just a crazy idea that I had one day. 

I am flying out of LAX and I have a stop in Beijing, China for a few hours, then to Bangkok Thailand. I will be in Thailand for 30 days. For 3 days I will be in Bangkok staying near the Khao San Road, a famous backpacking hub and a place where most people starting their trip begin at. From Bangkok a 7 hour bus will take me to northern Thailand where I will be staying with Tula and his wife Vien, helping out on their jasmine farm. From there I will head to Cambodia, to go temple hoping. Next Vietnam, where I will meet my parents and spend Christmas with them for a week then I am on my own again. From Vietnam to Malaysia by boat, then the Beautiful Islands of Indonesia working my way to Bali finding surf. Then From Indo I will try to make it to the Philippines if I have enough money, ending my journey and flying home out of Manila if I make it to the Philippines, or Singapore, Malaysia if I don’t.

This trip will hopefully teach me to live simply. To live simply is easier said than done. I don’t know how hard will be to only having everything I own stuffed into a 25L backpack, but I will find out!

I only bought a one way ticket there and I am going to let the rest happen along the way. I thank everyone that has taken the time to read this post and hopefully more, and all the support I have received so far.