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Sunday, December 30, 2012
COPE museum in Vientiane
It was a heartening, sad and moving visit to the COPE museum that is part of the rehabilitation centre for those injured by UXOs. We met a young man called Peter Kim, a resident of the centre who has UXO injuries. Joel has spoken about him a few times. He was very happy to talk with us. He is blind and has no hands. He uses a cane held between his upper arm and his body. He recommended we look him up on Youtube and here is one of the clips
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Shona's email of 23 December 2012
Merry Xmas to you all.
Have
a wonderful Xmas day. here's a few highlights from our ride which was
awesome beyond expectation!! and the boys and the teenagers rose to the
challenge!
We
are just back from our bike ride, which was just everthing i had hoped
it could be. Incredible. Eight Days, 5 riding, averaging 80kms a day -
2 days on boats and one rest day where we visite a small village up
river.
The reception as we rode through towns was uproarous - is that a word - the sounds that the Laos make when they see something exciting and want to alert the entire village are very distinctly laos! Very singsong. I hope I have a good sound file on this as it was incredible, if the kids weren't on the bikes - as they would sometimes ride in the support vehicle with Calm - actually Kham :-) - our driver - when the boys were in the van we would be greeted with excited sabadee's but with the boys on the bikes, it turned into something else altogetehr!
The reception as we rode through towns was uproarous - is that a word - the sounds that the Laos make when they see something exciting and want to alert the entire village are very distinctly laos! Very singsong. I hope I have a good sound file on this as it was incredible, if the kids weren't on the bikes - as they would sometimes ride in the support vehicle with Calm - actually Kham :-) - our driver - when the boys were in the van we would be greeted with excited sabadee's but with the boys on the bikes, it turned into something else altogetehr!
As
we rode through villages we saw woman working on handlooms under their
stilted houses- many houses are made entirely from woven bamboo for the
walls and grass for the roof. We saw men splitting bamboo and weaving
baskets. villagers harvesting riverweed, as well as locals laying it
out to dry in the finished product - a wonderful tasting 'nori' - Every
aspect of village life was able to be seen clearly and frequently from
the speed of a bicycle.
The boys were 'entertained' - and when we were riding through countryside we played spotto with different crops. Pineapples, papayas, corn, teak, rubber, rice, fishponds (when I asked Emile if he thought there were big fish or small fish in a pond he replied "Dead fish for the BBQ's"). And with the same idea Joel said "When I am big I am going to come back to Laos and buy a sling shot and catch myself a roasted bird. They are both sounding a bit Laos when it comes to what to eat...anything...
The boys were 'entertained' - and when we were riding through countryside we played spotto with different crops. Pineapples, papayas, corn, teak, rubber, rice, fishponds (when I asked Emile if he thought there were big fish or small fish in a pond he replied "Dead fish for the BBQ's"). And with the same idea Joel said "When I am big I am going to come back to Laos and buy a sling shot and catch myself a roasted bird. They are both sounding a bit Laos when it comes to what to eat...anything...
By
chance it was Hmong new Year as we rode through and the traditional
dress that is wore by the young woman is beautifully colourful, with a
round beaded 'lampshade' looking head piece. On new year the young
people of courting age play a game where they all line up, girls on one
side boys on the other and they throw soft cloth balls between one and
another, we saw this game being played by beautiful girls and boys in
many villages, we didn't see farang's for days at a time.
'Falang
noi' was a call we heard regularly too - little farang,
small foreigner. the boys were great with the sabadees. we said this -
hello- literally hundreds - thousands?? - of times each day. Emile
would patiently say - "so many sa ba dees".
The
roads were excellent, it seems that the Chinese make great roads to
facilitate investment. the kids loved looking for 'the big 5' -
actually the little 5 - pigs, chickens, buffalo, goats and cows. And
there was no hills!! Well undulating and very managable. only one day
when we had a 103 km day and the first 13kms was uphill did we get in
the van and start from the top of the hill, other than that 4kms uphill
was the longest and we had whole days riding along beside rivers.
We
rode to fairly close to the border with China and Vietnam and
then caught a small boat back down the river. This was a little hairy.
It was fine and comfortable at first but the driver obviously decided
it was a little too comfortable - not enough tickets sold for him - so
he let all us 'falangs' out at some tiny riverside village and we had
to hop into another completely overloaded boat. a large number of woman
and small children(were they all sick and heading to a clinic down
river was my thought as I listened to the coughs and saw the crusty
sores on some of them - mind you Emile was sharing food with one of
them before the day was out) , produce and one large pig. When we
falangs all got in water started to come in. But fortunately the bilge
pump was working well. We spent six hours coming down this river
through many rapids!!! - at times i just put my head down and focused
on eating my bananas :-)
Love to all
and a wonderful Xmas xxxxxxxxx
Monday, December 10, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
Joel's email to KSO
Dear
Mrs Oscroft and KSO and my family and friends!
We
are living in a little alley. There are no cars.
We live with Ma Ma and Pa Pa
and their three daughters, Haeny, Pone and Tong.
In the morning Ma Ma and Pa Pa
put on their good clothes and go to the temple. At night Pone plays badmington
in the alley with a boy.
No one in Laos has blond hair, everyone has dark
hair.
Every
morning I go buy breakfast, sometimes with my brother and sometimes not with my
brother. I buy yoghurt and sticky rice on a stick dipped in egg and cooked over
ashes. I found out you don't need fire to cook something, just coals.
A
long long time ago in Laos the French lived here too. The old man across the
road speaks french. He is 84 and used to be a chaeffeur for the French army. He
was in a very famous battle in Vietnam. Everyday he speaks to me and my brother
in Lao and laughs. he has bows and arrows. he has shown me. He can fix shoes
too.
I
like to eat Nutella baguettes and mango crepes.
In
another house there is an old lady in a wheelchair. She always tells me to come.
The children squash her legs, up and down, up and down. I copied them, she said
I could. That was funny. I only did that once.
This
week there has been a film festival. Last night me and mum went to a movie
called 'Chang' - I think that means elephant. It was a silent movie made in Laos
in 1927. It was about a family living in the jungle and the funny bit was the
people living in the jungle had a pet monkey. It was difficult living in the
forest because there was tigers, panthers, bears, elephants and pythons. Their
house was knocked down by an elephant stampede.I saw the traps they made to
catch animals. They dig a hole and disguise it. The animals were very clever and
it was funny when they chased the humans. Lao musicians played music.
Emile's chin cracked open. I did
it accidentally. it was really sad. We went to hospital in a tuk tuk. He got 4
stiches and he is still alive.
I fed elephants. Their
nose is big and picks up bananas. I was very scared that the nose would pick my
finger off, so I dropped the banana and the nose had to find it. It's amazing
how they pick it up with their nose. The noses are bigger than you
think.
I am going to get 2 very small
birds in a tiny bamboo cage. They are sold with the temple flowers for people to
release. We are going to climb the mountain and let the birdies go. Mum's
letting us do this because Emile was very brave in hospital and he wants the
birds everytime we see them.
love to everybody
xxxxJoel
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Joel, it's NOT monk feeding
Email from Shona;
having
a fabulous time!!! - in between the enormous challenges :-0
here you'll see the fabulous night markets where we usually eat,
also the
morning market, where everything live is on display.
The photo of emile sitting
on the ground with the tiny cages..there are two tiny birds in each one of
these. [image on its way]
Later when we passed a hen and her chicks free ranging in the streets
Emile said with love... 'they are so tiny..... I could eat it all down in one
go'
dragon spotto at the temples is popular, as is feeding the fish at the
tanks by the palace (as opposed to 'feeding the monks' as Joel calls the
ceromonial procession of alms giving in the morning! We have only been once so
far as joel will protest at 6am in bed with 'I don't want to feed the monks'
)
tuk tuks are great fun and on the weekend the children in our street are
home from school and can play.
Joel enthusiastically learns new phrases when he needs them. On our first
day when he tried out 'sa ba dee' to a young girl walking down the street he
burst with happiness when she replied. he beamed 'she answered me'.. so I didn't
tell him that she had actually said 'something to buy?'
love
to all
xxxx
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
To eat or to throw in the Mekong,
that is the question
Joel's email:
Joel's email:
Dear Mia and Saschi and The Stacys and The Maples
It
is very hot here also. Yesterday I went to some caves. We got there on a
motorbike and then a boat. We walked up lots of stairs. There were 100's of
buddhas in the cave.
We
crossed a river on a bamboo bridge. It had bamboo railings and made creaking
sounds.
You
should try the coconutties. They are very yummy and sweet. I might try and make
them when I come home and share them with you.
This
morning on the car ferrry a woman gave my brother a wasp larvae to eat. He
gobbled it up. I threw mine in the Mekhong. Mummy tried it and said it tassted
like creamy pineapple. The larvae were still in the nest!
I
waswalking on the foreshore of the Mekhong. And I found 'a trophy' buried in the
sand. Mum was scared and said it was a bomb. We all ran away. We are going to
the information centre to learn more about UXO's - unexploded ordinances- and
see if it was really one. Mum now thinks it probably wasn't.
Love
to you all. I wish you were here.
xxxxxxxxxxJoel
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Arrived!
Last Thursday Shona, Joel and Emile flew from Sydney to Singapore. On Friday they had a great day at the Waterpark inside Singapore Zoo, then they flew to Bangkok. On Saturday they flew to Luang Prabang. Here is Joel's first email back to Newport School;
Postcard from Laos
Postcard from Laos
Dear KSO,
I
will tell you the best part of my trip. My favourite part so far is eating a big
big fish.The night market is busy and they cook the fish on a BBQ. Yesterday I
went to the palace museum and saw the King's body guard swords. I saw the King's
golden sword too. I liked feeding the palace fish. Today I went to the morning
market and saw big crabs and a little bird stuck in a cage, and I saw toads. I
like going on tuk tuks. We are living in a quiet alley and there are lots of
children. My favourite game is throw the thong.
From Joel and my mum
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