Posts Tagged ‘tango’

This isn’t China

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011

Five months ago, even two weeks ago I expected to be in China, somewhere around Chengdu today. Instead I’m back in Koh Tao and starting a dive master course today.

In the last 5 days I’ve been back to Bangkok to collect the stuff I thought I wouldn’t need for just a week on Koh Tao, made a visa run to Laos and returned to Koh Tao. Expensive and time consuming running around. Last night I arranged some “long term” accommodation, paid a month in advance. This afternoon I’ll shell out at least the deposit for the dive master course. Probably within a couple of days I’ll buy a dive computer. Add in the diving I’ve already done and that’s almost two months budget spent in two weeks. Ouch. On the bright side, I won’t have to spend much on food for the next two months so when I head for China at the end of August I won’t be very much over budget.

I have stolen two months out of the rest of my trip. Two months that I was going to spend dancing tango in Buenos Aires. I figure the potential to earn money from the dive master qualification in the future (perhaps in Cambodia?) is worth delaying my return to the milongas for.

I’m not planning to return to the UK next year when my round-the-world ticket runs out. When I bought it I thought I would stay in Buenos Aires when it ran out. Now I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll stay in Buenos Aires, possibly elsewhere in South America or perhaps in Asia. In the last few years I had quite a lot of freedom to do what I wanted (outside of work) and what I wanted to do was walk, or dance, or fly. Through travelling I’m expanding the palette of things I might want to do and where I might want to do them. I would still like to stay in Buenos Aires and dance tango but there might be something I want to do more. I owe it to myself to find out and I’m having fun doing so.

I haven’t stolen time out of the rest of my trip after all; just reassigned it. That running around may have been time consuming and expensive but it was also enabling.

Nowadays I encourage everyone I meet to reject the conventions of getting a job and settling down. Instead I urge them to find a way to travel, to find and to do the things they truly enjoy. Shift the work/life balance firmly to the life end of the scale. I meet lots of people who have gone travelling. They fall into four main groups:

  1. The ex-pats who have done their travelling and settled into a new routine in a new part of the world.
  2. The (mostly) mid-lifers like me who have quit jobs, sold up and  gone travelling. Some on round-the-world tickets, some on a more casual basis. Most have no real idea of when their journey will end, or where, or what they’ll do when it does.
  3. The late twenty-something/early thirty-somethings on an extended trip who are definitely going home. Maybe to the same job they left, maybe to something new. Perhaps they’ll be starting a family but they’ll almost certainly be settling down.
  4. The gap year brigade. Already at or planning to start university. Few know what they’ll do afterwards.

Curiously I’ve met almost no two week holiday tourists. Perhaps because it’s the wrong time of year for them? To those in the third and fourth groups I say it’s not too late. Go home if you must, but don’t settle down. Reject convention, defy expectations. Explore, make real your dreams.

That was a bit of a ramble. I’m not sorry.

Milonga in Vietnam

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011

Back in Hanoi after Ha Long bay I had to decide where to go next. Plan A was rejoin Hannah in Bangkok on May 28th. I think we rushed Cambodia and I really liked what I saw of it so plan B was go back there for a while. Plan C was bump up the country count and go to Malaysia for a while. Plans B and C both include going back to Thailand for a couple of weeks to get in a diving course and some beach time in the islands before the next leg on my round the world ticket.

I spent a couple of days in Hanoi seeing the city and deciding that Plan B was the one to go for. There are direct flights from Hanoi to Siem Reap but they’re very expensive. Flights to Phnom Penh are indirect via Bangkok or Ho Chi Minh and are a bit less expensive. Another two days on buses was the cheapest way to get to Cambodia. For this time rich, money constrained traveller the best price/performance compromise was to fly to Ho Chi Minh and take a bus back to Phnom Penh. Factoring in the taxi fares and a night in a hostel in Ho Chi Minh the journey cost about US$100.

I tried to get a Chinese visa in Hanoi. According to the embassy website it is possible to get a same day visa but when I arrived at the embassy on Wednesday morning they said the earliest I could collect it would be Thursday. Oh, and I needed to provide additional documentation, not listed on the website or on the application form. So I went off and collected the additional paperwork they wanted and got back to the embassy at a couple of minutes past 11am to find it closed. The sign on on the door says it’s open Monday-Friday from 8am-11:30am for applications and from 4:30pm-5:00pm for collection only. Grrrr.

On Thursday I flew to Ho Chi Minh with Jetstar. The flight was delayed seven hours, which I didn’t discover until I tried to check in at Hanoi airport. Luckily they managed to transfer me onto an earlier flight which was also delayed. So I got to Ho Chi Minh pretty close to the advertised time of my original flight. Second time around Ho Chi Minh seemed slightly less chaotic. Google told me about a possible milonga on Friday night. That would be worth an extra night in town. An email to Tony, the organiser, confirmed it was on.  Ta.Tango organise a weekly class and milonga on Friday nights at Press Cafe – 14 Alexandre De Rhodes, District 1 – walking distance from my hotel. I spent some time in the afternoon trying to find a shoe shop with something more appropriate for dancing than flip flops. My search was unsuccessful. By the time I had showered and eaten dinner it was too late to get there for the class.  When I arrived at the venue the milonga was just starting and I found a mixture of about twenty locals and foreigners, regulars and visitors. Numbers were fairly well balanced. The music was traditional, arranged in tandas with cortinas. Refreshments were provided and everyone was really friendly. My trainers were too sticky on the floor so I danced in my socks. I felt rather rusty having not danced tango since early March but didn’t do too badly. The evening passed far too quickly and I was sad to say goodbye to everyone at the end of the milonga. If I’m in Ho Chi Minh again I’ll be sure to visit again. If you’re passing through the city and want to tango you should too.

Next morning I was up early for the bus to Phnom Penh.

Heart of darkness

Friday, May 20th, 2011

Just three nights in Phnom Penh for us after a six hour bus ride from Siem Reap. First impression was totally manic traffic; mopeds and motorbikes everywhere – literally. And shiny new 4x4s, many of them pimped up. Opposite the anti-corruption police department HQ a string of three pimp-/Mafia-mobile dealers including Range Rover.

We met up with Joe and Phoebe on the first night and bumped into them again the next afternoon at the National Museum and Royal Palace.

We hired a tuk-tuk for our final day for the princely sum of US$10. First stop was the S-21 museum, one of the detention centres used by the Khmer Rouge for interrogating and torturing their victims. Harrowing is a pretty good way of describing it. It seems people are never so creative as when they’re inventing ways of hurting and killing each other. It’s also a damning indictment of the utterly stupid and unsustainable socialist and communist ideals. The Killing Fields at Choeung Ek were all the more haunting for having seen S-21 first. Having spent three months or so in S-21 being abused and tortured about 20,000 people were brought here over a period of three years to be clubbed to death and thrown into mass graves. Clubbing them to death was cheaper than shooting them. Estimates for the total number of people murdered by the Khmer Rouge range from 800,000 to 3,000,000. So much suffering and death, so incomprehensible.

The road to Choeung Ek was about the dustiest and smelliest I’ve encountered so far on this trip. Lorries, cars and bikes threw up the dust for the wind to blow in our faces. How the tuk-tuk driver managed to see where he was going I don’t know. We passed a building site employing the tried and trusted brick moving technique of a bloke on the ground lobbing them one at a time to his mate on the second floor. His mate was catching them one handed. We also passed a large hangar-like building which may have been called “Rock” with unlit neon signs saying “Tango” and “Cha cha”. Unfortunately I didn’t get to find out if it really was a dance hall, and if there really was tango to be danced there. Our final stop with our tuk-tuk driver was the Russian market. I sat in the air conditioned comfort of a nearby KFC. Hannah went on a gift shopping spree in the baking heat under the tin roof and bought up half the market.

After dinner and drinks that night we tried Phnom Penh’s most infamous club. The blurb I’d read described “Heart of darkness” as just about the seediest, sleaziest place imaginable. It’s also supposed to be the playground for the city’s spoilt young rich things. Six bouncers on the door made sure no-one took in anything they shouldn’t. Inside there was a smallish bar with punters, hookers and curious tourists. To the right a half full pokey little dance floor. Cheesy old dance music from not the world’s greatest DJ gave people something to move to and we joined in. The DJ changed at midnight, the mixing became smoother and the floor filled up. I spent three out of the four hours we were there dancing with a pretty Cambodian woman. I assume she was a she, and not a lady boy. It wasn’t tango, it wasn’t west coast swing, nor even modern jive; just clubbing. But it was dancing and I loved it. A nice antidote to the horrors of what we’d seen in the morning. If “Heart of Darkness” really is the sleaziest club in town then the others must be filled with nuns and choirboys. We left just after 3am for a couple of hours sleep before catching the bus to Ho Chi Minh.

As usual, there are photos at Flickr.