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This log is current to the end of 2003
Please check our Nepal photo galleries.
On December 11, 2003 we will celebrate the completion of our 4th year of travel. CLICK HERE for photos taken just after we began our Expedition by camping (and almost freezing to death) in Arizona while enroute to Mexico’s west coast from Washington, DC. -- and CLICK HERE for Don’s essay on what it’s like to sell everything and escape the U.S. Capitol after nearly 22 years.
When we depart Nepal we’ll head for Thailand. After a month or so (including a visit to the beaches in the south and to the jungle hospital where we volunteer our assistance), we’ll head for Laos.
November 29, 2003 in Kathmandu We had Thanksgiving here. It was a wonderful way of celebrating our great good fortune as Americans -- even though the Nepal way of preparing turkey seem to be removing anything identifiable, hacking what’s left into small pieces, and frying them to a crisp. Still, the evening was a great reconnection with our own country half way around the world (almost exactly).
November 30, 2003 in Kathmandu Just when one thinks it’s not possible for Nepali government officials to discover new ways to become even more corrupt, along comes a stunner like this headline.

In a nation where the government seems not to care whether homeless children live or die, we now find officials extremely concerned about the most fortunate orphans of all: the ones adopted into homes overseas. Today’s Kathmandu Post reports that every foreign adoption application must be accompanied by a $300 (US) fee. One might presume such fees support other orphans or cover adoption expenses in some way. But no! Government officials are using the money to travel overseas -- to “monitor the condition” of the adopted children.
According to the paper, even though this kind of “monitoring” is done nowhere else, and even considering that each $300 fee could take a homeless orphan off the street and feed, lodge and educate that child for the better part of a year, providing a chance at a decent life, government officials eager to travel overseas make off with the money, using it for vacations to a dozen developed countries, including the USA, according to the paper.
This practice was banned by the former King, but since his 2001 assassination it has been reinstated. (Photo: children at a Kathmandu orphanage during a special annual event).
The adoption fees collected last year -- and now blown on foreign junkets just completed -- approximates the gross annual incomes of about 66 laborers working six days a week, 12 hours a day to feed their families. The tiniest portion of that money would keep scores of starving people alive. In a nation where conditions are so grim that the suicide rate has now surpassed the alarming number of deaths resulting from the Maoist insurrection, making off with money from the Nepal Children’s Organization is, in our option, sickeningly despicable.
After two months here and a new understanding of many things that are wonderful about Nepal, and others that are contemptible, we two members of The Gypsy Wagon Expedition will depart for Thailand at mid day tomorrow.
December 2, 2003 departing Nepal for Thailand Goodbye, Nepal. We have spent our lives searching the world’s nooks and crannies, never encountering anything like you, for you have both warmed our hearts, and broken them.
We have posted 163 Nepal photos in our galleries, but many thousands more in our minds and hearts. We have seen pain and compassion here, in extremes we never dreamed possible. We found you horribly burdened and yet somehow strong and proud, a nation of honest, hardworking people who will not forever be cruelly oppressed by those who are corrupt and crazed in the quest for power.
To those who steal from orphans, murder the innocent, cheat and lie without conscience, may you somehow learn compassion, humanity and love.
To our many new friends, and all those who simply wish to live in safety and with dignity, please know how deeply you have touched us. Thank you for demonstrating that the radiance of the human spirit can not be extinguished with cruelty. You have taught us many things we never knew, even about ourselves -- and that has been our quest since the day we began our expedition 1,452 days and nearly 180,000 miles ago. With our hearts, thank you. Namaste.
December 4, 2003 in Kanchanaburi, Thailand Our departure from Kathmandu was memorable. As our Boeing 777 climbed powerfully above the thick haze, the world’s highest rock fence came into view. Although it was 150 miles away, we took photos of the world’s highest point, 29,035 ft. Mt. Everest.
We soared over over Calcutta and the Bay of Bengal and then high above the evil military dictators of Burma before landing gently in Bangkok.
It’s a good thing we’ve been in Bangkok so many times. Otherwise our confused taxi driver might never have delivered us to the correct bus station (the Southern Bus Station is actually in the west-northwest part of the city) for the ride to Kanchanaburi, where we arrived just in time to catch up with old friends and take in the annual program simulating the construction and eventual bombing of the bridge over the River Kwai.
Instead of heading south to Hua Hin as planned, due to the crush of travelers tomorrow, on the King’s Birthday, we’ll remain in Kanchanaburi.
Please check our updated Expedition Statistics.
December 8, 2003 in Kanchanaburi, Thailand Now that we are out of Nepal and have had time to absorb everything we experienced, we have produced a gripping and somewhat shocking summary of the reality of life among Maoists and corrupt officials.
December 17, 2003 in Thailand After a nine day trip to Hua Hin and Prachuap Khiri Khan on the skinny part of the country south of Bangkok, we’ve returned to Kanchanaburi west of Bangkok to prepare for Christmas among friends in and near the Kwai River Christian Hospital on Thailand’s border with Burma.
After Christmas (and don’t let any of those screwballs tell you not to use the word Christmas, or put up the Christmas decorations or displays of your choosing!), we’ll head to Bangkok to take the December 28 night train north to the border of Laos.
A challenge of traveling the way we do involves obtaining visas for various countries. While we’re in western Thailand, a travel agent in Bangkok will be obtaining our rather costly Laotian visas, allowing a 30-day stay..
We hope you can read this item from the Moon Handbook on Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos. At one point we considered taking the train in Cambodia. Since service is said to depend on “whether the track or engines have been blown up,” we’ll find some other way to get to around that country.
We’ll also avoid the capitol of Cambodia because of its recent diplomatic trouble with Thailand, resulting in the Thai embassy in Phnom Penh being burned to the ground. Fortunately, our Cambodia goal is Angkor, one of the world’s premier archeological sites.
Happy birthday to Don’s mother, who turns 84 tomorrow.
Followup: in a previous log we reported that the former four-term governor of South Dakota (and currently the state’s lone Congressman) Bill Janklow would be tried on manslaughter charges as a result of having blown through a stop sign at 70 mph and killing a motorcyclist. We were particularly outraged by Janklow’s long history of driving like an arrogant maniac and his lame excuses for being a public menace who obviously considered himself above the law.
Photo: the intersection where the former governor routinely failed to slow down to the speed limit, let alone stop, until he finally killed someone.
In our opinion, South Dakota has made some hysterically bad choices in the election of public officials (ie: U.S. Senator Tom “politics before statesmanship” Daschle; Former Senator Larry “press release” Pressler). Fortunately, Janklow may spend years in the very prison he was long responsible for as Governor. At last: a ruby in the dung of state politics.
This man, who once proudly stated in his “state of the state” address as governor that he would continue speeding just because he could afford to, will resign his congressional seat in humiliation January 20, 2004 the day he is sentenced by the court. As South Dakota residents, we will vote absentee in next year’s special election, hoping that our next congressperson will elevate the overall quality of the state’s representation in Congress. Maybe they’ll take down the “Beware: Congressman Driving” signs at the state’s borders.
Now, back to the exploration of Asia’s nooks and crannies.
December 18, 2003 in Kanchanaburi We’re heading for Sangklaburi in western Thailand. If we’re unable to update this site from there, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Things are coming together for Laos at the end of the month, followed by China, Cambodia -- and maybe, finally, Tibet! We’ve been studying our guides for Laos and came across this rather interesting line:
“The main non-Buddhist 'religion' is phii worship, a spirit cult that is officially banned. Hmong/Mien tribes practice animism and ancestral worship, and some follow a Christian version of the cargo cult, believing Jesus Christ will arrive in a jeep, dressed in combat fatigues.”
December 22, 2003 in western Thailand
Forgive this total diversion from our stated mission, but it’s nearly Christmas and we feel the need to communicate a message to Becky’s adorable five year old Nephew Gabe in Salt Lake City, Utah, USA.
Gabe, we have found a friend for you to have someday. Her name is Aylie and she’s the four year old daughter of church worker friends of ours in Sangklaburi, Thailand.
We think you would like Alyie, because she is like you -- she never gets tired! You could tell her all about your life in America (including listening to the shell Uncle Don and Aunt Becky brought you from the Bahamas), and Aylie could tell you all about life as a blond little girl in western Thailand, with a Scottish mother and American father.
December 22, 2003 near the Thai/Burma border
This train engine wheel in front of the Kwai River Christian Hospital (KRCH) in Huay Molai, Thailand is from WWII’s infamous “death railway,” built by the Japanese, who worked thousands of Allied soldiers to death in the process. Today, KRCH stands near the route of the abandoned railway, serving ethnic Thai and hill tribe minorities, many of whom suffer crushing poverty and jungle diseases. It also serves minorities fleeing Burma’s cruel Army.
CLICK HERE to read about KRCH.
December 24, 2003 at Three Pagoda Pass Other than three small pagodas and a few shops with lots of (legal?) teak items at the Thailand/Burma border 25 kilometers NW of Sangklaburi, not much of interest is there. Signs warn against bringing video cameras into the country. It has much to hide from the world.
We’ve been invited to Christmas dinner with friends Jane and Mike tonight. We’ll be joined by other “outsiders” who have been drawn here for a variety of reasons. On Christmas day we’ll head back to Kanchanaburi on an ancient, underpowered bus whose driver likes to honk his air horn every few moments.
December 27, 2003 in Kanchanaburi Tomorrow we’ll board a train in Bangkok. It will deposit us the next morning near the Laotian border. We’re leaving most of our stuff in Thailand and will return to claim it, and update this site, sometime in January.
We offer our wedding congratulations to new friends Colin (from England) and Aoh (from Thailand). It was a delight exploring the area and sharing Christmas with them near the Burma border. Meeting individuals like these two thoughtful travelers is a prime benefit of Gypsy life on the road.
One important update: the U.S. Embassy in Kathmandu has heightened its warning for Americans traveling to Nepal. In addition, the U.S. has designated the Communist Party of Nepal (the Maoists) a terrorist organization.
December 28, 2003 looking back We are fortunate to have made amazing discoveries and to have met fascinating people in our more than four years of exploration so far. A highlight this year was a college student named Raju Bharati. We chatted with him at Kathmandu’s “Monkey Temple” -- and later, as we marveled over his philosophical and thoughtful e-mails, wished we had spent more time with him in person.
Although Nepal is a poor country with huge challenges, it is rich in brilliant individuals like Raju, who exhibit uncommon levels of common sense.
We close this last 2003 log with something well worth pondering -- words of wisdom gleaned from one of Raju’s E-mails.
“At the highest levels of thinking, you can understand things as they are -- not as you are.”
How different the world would be if more people thought with such purity.
Happy New Year, everyone.
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