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This was one of the stops on our road trip from San Francisco to Seattle. It is absolutely stunning. STUNNING. Lots of other words can describe it, but I will just use that one. We woke up a bit hungover/cranky in the morning and after probably the most awkward breakfast of all time with the most awkward waitress ever, we headed up to the viewpoint.

Me: Isn’t it JUNE?!

Couldn’t help but notice that the snow on the road towered over our car. I almost cried.

Also, this was the first time I ever stayed in an A team or whatever they are called cabin. They are crazy! And awesome.

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Its hard to explain the craziness that was the two day Mekong river tour. After Chang Mai, we took a mini van filled to capacity to the small border town of Chiang Khong. The hotel was so dirty that we didn’t shower, figuring that we would probably get filthier instead of cleaner.  The next morning, our bodies filled a small boat for the short trip to the immigration stand on the other side of the river. After the chaos that was getting our visas stamped and changing our money, we loaded into the tuk-tuks to take us down to the bigger boat that was ready to take is to Laung Prabang.

Before the boat ride though, we got a nice little presentation on how long and tortuous the boat ride is. People got scared enough to actually pay a lot more money to take a van to Luang Prabang. Fools. It was all obviously a marketing ploy to get scared white people to pay more money. Now, I know in your mind you are picturing a lovely two day cruise down a river on a nice and comfortable boat. Well, let me tell you, it definitely wasn’t as romantic as that.

Green Is The Official Color

The boats are all wood, with small wooden seats, cramped space, and a hole in the back that dumps in the river as the bathroom. Before the boat ride, they sell you cushions for the wooden benches and let me tell you this was one of the smartest purchases I made on this trip. That cushion, which I named Lesley, saved my ass from certain death.

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The first half of the trip I sat in back with newly made BFF from Canada, Jordan, with each of us buying each other beer the whole way. This was a great idea, since it made that first day go by much quicker. It also made frequent trips the “bathroom” quite the adventure when you are trying to pee in a small hole on a long moving boat.  I also became close with Grieg and Fiona, from the U.K., and a great couple from Italy. I would actually end up traveling with these peepz for almost half my whole trip.

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After what seems like a bajillion hours, you finally arrive at the small town of Pak Beng. While the boats pull up, the whole town literally descends the hill trying to help you get your stuff, use their taxi, and get a hotel room. We all ended up getting rooms in the same hotel and went out to a big group dinner where we drank lots of Lao Lao, which is their rice whiskey. To us, it tasted like Kerosene since it was so potent. The drunk laughs came by quickly during that dinner. What is amazing about Pak Beng is that all electricity for the entire town is shut down at 8 pm. ALL electricity. So when we got out of our candlelight drunk fest, we realized that there were no lights to help us find our way back to the hotel. It was insanely dark, but when we looked up, I don’t think I have ever seen the stars shine so bright. They sky literally drew gasps from the whole lot of us. Then I tripped and fell because I couldn’t see a thing.

The next morning we woke up to this:

The Mighty Mekong

It’s this when you realize you are in the middle of a fucking jungle. We saw so many villages by the river and it definitely hits you that these people just lead a life that you can’t remotely identify with. I would literally look up and see villagers using elephants for transport.

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The second day definitely seemed longer.

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It could have been the hangover.

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Still though, the scenery is indescribably breathtaking.

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Blue Umbrella

A Man Paddles Home

It was crazy how close you become to the people traveling with you on this two day journey. It could be the effects of the Lao Lao whiskey or because you are so uncomfortable that you will do anything not to think of the numbness that is your ass. But I made friends for a lifetime on this boat.

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I would do it again in a heartbeat.

If you are ever in Laos, the two day boat ride down the Mekong needs to be on your “must do” list.

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Cape Town is one of the most incredible cities I have ever been too. It is no wonder that people call it one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It definitely lives up to that reputation. If you were to get stabbed or robbed in Cape Town, at the very least, you would be surrounded by some beautiful scenery. The buildings? Gorgeous. The people? Gorgeous. The beaches? OMFG Cold & Gorgeous. The Alcohol prices? Gorgeous. I feel blessed to have spent so much time here. Yet those weeks seemed to pass by so quickly. From avoiding dangerous alleyways we called “Diagon Alley”, watching my friend complete a vicious cycle race, introducing Capetonians to Power Hour, to barely surviving a treacherous trek up Table Mountain, Cape Town was and will forever be memorable.

Drummers

More pictures after the jump.

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A Room Of Knowledge Filled With Death

A classroom is a powerful thing.

A room that basically supports our own existence. Without classrooms we wouldn’t be able to learn about the world; our history; a new language; building a skyscraper; becoming a doctor; the power of music; letters and numbers; the science of life; the art of dance; life, etc.

Without classrooms, we would be nowhere.

It was in a classroom I learned about the Khmer Rouge.

I bet thousands of survivors and surviving legacies of the Khmer Rouge wish those classrooms never existed. If you were educated in Cambodia during the Khmer Rouge, you were pretty much guaranteed to die. So here at the Tuol Sleng Genocide Musuem, what was once a place of learning for thousands of students, ironically became a place of torture and death.

Tuol Sleng Door Handle

It’s hard to describe the emotions I felt walking the halls of this former high school,  Chao Ponhea Yat. Its impossible not to think you are walking in halls and rooms where thousands of people died. Even when you touch a single door handle you think “How many times was this same handle touched by someone who murdered hundreds of people?”A room where simple Algebra was learned was now a storage for leg and arm shackles that kept prisoners from attempting suicide. In every school you see photographs of students lining the walls engaged in various activities, but here you just see photographs of victims.

Genocide Museum - Portraits

Out of 17,000 estimated prisoners at Tuol Sleng, there were only 12 known survivors. I bet many of those prisoners yearned for the chance to be in a classroom to learn anything they desired, yet it was in a building of knowledge that their chance was taken away.

Tuol Sleng Shackles

And there I was, in the classroom of their deaths, learning more than I could have ever possibly imagined.

A classroom is a powerful thing.

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Day three was a little rainy…

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It didn’t stop us

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WE are smiling but inside we are screaming. Being in a taxi with an increasingly underwater city is quite an adventure.

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We went bowling that night and this is the only picture I have of that time.
I think Brian has the bowling pictures.

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My initial was G.
Our team one both times. SUCK IT MIKE.
If you can look closely and see my score…then you can tell I raped everyone.

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Then after bowling we went to a soup kitchen to volunteer the rest of the day.
Helping the world feels good after.

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Evan flew in the night before to New Orleans to join us on our road trip quest.
Here he is excited for the Waffle House.

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Fatty goodness.

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You pass a lot of these type of bridges.

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OMID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Nothing has really changed….

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After some intensive Oprah approving BBQ, Omid took use to the Houston Waterwall.

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I did my cartwheel.

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Took some more pictures around the wall.

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More pictures of Houston to come later.

Right now, I am exhausted.
Maybe because I woke up before 10 am.
Don’t you hate when you do that??
I do.