G'day. We are Emily Minter and Andrew Longmire. In mid-2007 we packed our motorbike into a crate and sent it from Australia across the seas. Since then we've had a brilliant 'autumn of our lives', chased south by the colour of the leaves in Europe, as well as a taste of the wet season, on the backroads of South East Asia. We have juiced the South American summer for all it's worth, cramming in as many adventures as we could...

Thursday, August 30, 2007

We're in the UK!

Sorry we haven't been writing much lately! We've been expoloring the UK.

We spent a week or so cruising the streets of London and Cambridge - London is great, and Cambridge is absolutely beautiful! It was great to see our friends Rick, Alison (and meet a new one, little Isabella!), and also see that Keiran is settling in comfortably :) Your hospitality was wonderful, thanks again for having us. x























After a week of waiting, the bike finaly emerged from a non-descript warehouse full of similiar worthless treasures. It took us three hours to put it together, and we rolled it to the nearest petrol station just as the long weekend started and headed out for Wales and southern England ...



















What a treasure! We rode through rolling green hills (green like we're not used to at home), and were blown away by the absolute care taken in the villages and towns. Every building is a delight.



































Despite the huge population of these islands, we managed to find beautiful places to camp












Stonehenge. A beautiful and powerful place.

(And made more accessible by the hand held tour guides).

















What a beautiful island! Now we're on our way to Belgium. Hope to be a bit more regular with our posts. Hope all is well back in that sunny (sun! we dream of it!) land of ours.

Much love E and A xxxx

Sunday, August 12, 2007


....we're sorry to be leaving soon!

Vieng Xai - Pathet Laos caves.

Laos has a very interesting history. The local people, made up of a number of ethnic groups, have suffered colonisation by the French (who left a legacy of great architecture and awesome coffee) and the Japanese (who were quickly kicked out after WWII).

What was fascinating to us is that Laos communists have also defeated the might of the US and the US-supported Laos capitalist regime (the 'US imperialists and thier puppets', according to the current official interpretation) in a brutal war that lasted 9 years.

While the US were waging their war against Vienam, they were also bombing the hell out of Laos in what they called 'the secret war'. Laos has the unfortunate distinction of being amongst the most heavily bombed country in the world (see our UXO entry) - the American bombing was equivalent to dropping a planeload of arsenal every 8 minutes for 9 years (1964 - 1973) !!!


High in the mountains, and in a remote corner of the country, the city of Vieng Xai lies in a valley of massive limestone outcrops. In each of these outcrops are a network of huge caves. It was from here that the Pathet Lao - the Laos communist army - coordinated thier resistance.


It was an amazing feat - more than 20 000 people at a time hid out in the caves during the war! They built a sophisticated wartime city, complete with houses for the Politburo, a market centre, a printing press, a textiles manufacturing house, and a theatre! People hid out in the caves during the day, and many came out to farm by night, when the air raids had stopped. Each cave was equipped with an emergency room to be supplied with filtered air in case of gas attack. Anti-aircraft guns were positioned on the mountains above, and many US planes were brought down. Otherwise, all evidence of habitation was hidden by the jungle.

Dignitaries from other (communist) countries came for meetings and to offer support, and performances were conducted for the people. Imagine, the US didn't ever twig on to the fact that there was a city hidden in the mountains! Even the identity of the leader was kept secret to all but the other members of the politburo!

The people of Vieng Xai are staunchly proud of the fact that they, fighting for such a small country, were able to defeat the US and all its 'might'.

The visit was made even more special by the fact that the caves have only been opened to visitors for 9 years, and appaerently only 5 - 10 people from outside the region visit daily. We were the only two people on our tour, and so had full access to Mr Bumisai, our guide, and all his local knowledge.

We couldn't help thinking of the contrast with the organised tourism of, say, Uluru or Angkor Wat, and were very grateful to have had the opportunity to visit the caves in such a low-key way. We highly recommend a visit to anyone who'll be in the area.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

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We've just added some and there are more coming, so even if you've already read what's down there it may be worth another look.

Friday, August 10, 2007

UXO

We've spent much of the last couple of weeks in the rural north-east of Laos. We learned a lot there. We don't hear much about Laos where we come from, and we hear even less about unexploded ordinance (UXO).

Between 1964 and 1973, the American 'defence' forces dropped about 20 million tonnes of explosives on this little country - more than was dropped in Europe in the whole of WW2, or about one tonne per person living in Laos at the time. The operation was called the secret war, because that's what it was - while acknowledging there was a conflict in Vietnam at the time, the great western power declined to admit that it was bombing the hell out of Laos too. Worse than this, most of the bombs were dropped indiscriminately by pilots returning from missions over Vietnam, under orders to release all their bombs before returning to land. Like, just get rid of them, drop them anywhere.

It's thought that around 30% of that good ole American firepower failed to detonate when it hit the ground. So it's still detonating today, and has been for more than forty years.

Besides the great mass of large bombs droppen on Laos, enormous numbers of smaller ones were also dropped. Up to 90 million fist-sized bomblets - bombi to locals - were released from larger casings, high above the ground, and spread out to cover large areas. Designed to kill and maim people (anyone, that is, not just soldiers, combatants, terrorists or whatever we call them nowadays), the bombi are the kind of weapon that, after hitting the ground, and possibly burying themselves, lay in wait for the next person or beast that happens to disturb them. You know, the next farmer who tills his or her land, or plants rice, or the next kid who wants to run, play.

Why should such horrors be visited upon people? Well, the explanation is that back in the Sixties and Seventies there was a cold war on, and Laos was seen as a key part of the buffer between communists and the other mob. So it was about regime change. Though neither side was open about the secret war, both America and the North Vietnamese had large forces stationed in Laos. There was also a strategic imperative to close the line of supply - the Ho Chi Minh trail - along which supplies were brought to those fighting on the communist side of the Vietnam war. Another war that was about regime change.

Despite this nightmare delivered to them by the Americans - and there really is no shirking the blame - and the fact that there's never really been a satisfactory explanation given for these dirty actions, people smile, enjoy their lives and welcome visitors. The countryside is scarred, with large craters all around and marks left by the impact of rockets high on cliffs. You see signs warning of UXO, and plaques on the ground showing where it's safe to walk. People on crutches provide a reminder, and many have died over the last few decades.

Phew! Glad that's over. What a terrible period, what a base and ugly thing to do to a people. What a despicable result, that poor rural people should be denied access to land for agriculture, that kids should have to risk a maiming to play football. So glad we don't do that any more...

...or do we? Well, as a matter of fact, we do. These very same armaments, likely produced in the very same factories, are still being used today. Yep, 2007. A place called Afghanistan is one target, though we can't really be specific about where these things land. Still dropped by the same people, too, though this time the blame can be shared amongst all the allies (Coalition of the what? The wicked?), including Australia. By implicating ourselves in such actions we condone the defilement of peoples' property and places. And while we're at it - supporting the use of such disgusting devices of terror - we also lend our support to those who produce and sell them.

In North-Eastern Laos, people go on with their lives, and are fiercely proud of their successful resistance and eventual defeat of what they call the "imperialists and their puppets". The fierceness of the attack they suffered seems to have steeled them. The area seems staunchly communist, though with some very obvious capitalist influence, and the people are proud and happy. In what seems a mixture of wry humour and basic practicality, there are fences made entirely of bomb casings, houses supported by them.

You'll be glad to know that there are clean-up programs in progress - http://www.mag.org.uk/ will give you an insight.

On the subject of war and its methods, some questions come to my mind: Has anything much changed since the Seventies? Who are the terrorists? What constitutes a "weapon of mass destruction", and what doesn't? What are the targets and objectives in the "war on terror"? Is it OK to consider more my mortgage than my government's ethics when I go to vote? Why does my country demonstrate unquestioning alliance with a regime whose policy is to use land mines against farmers and children? What means are acceptable for achieving "regime change"? Indeed, when is it alright to tell a people how we'd like them to order their affairs?

Vieng Xai - Getting there and away

The downside of travelling by public bus with somebody who's driven them for a living is that blissful ignorance of the transport's condition is no longer an option.

To Andy's credit, he did his best to describe the situation positively - after giving the Coaster in which we were to spend the next 7 hours the once-over, he reported with a smile 'you'll be glad to hear the front left hand side tyre is new'.

Unruffled, I chose to concentrate on my bag of pineapple. The keen interest Andy took in the spare cable purchased by the driver 20 minutes into our trip also barely managed to catch my attention.

His next comment, however caught it fair and square. 'I could list 15 things about this bus that should put it off the road'.

Thankfully he didn't. Only noted that if he were the driver he would prefer the breaks to be working properly. Nice - our route to Sam Neua was to scale what turned out to be the steepest mountain ranges in Laos.

So as we chugged along, past mountain-sides that dropped away at every turn, greeting each child or buffalo with three pumps of the brakes and a honk of the (barely audible) horn, I decided to do as the locals do.

I found comfort in my half-size seat, enjoyed the way the Lao-style pop-chant CD synchronised with the splutter of the engine and the occasional clunk of the suspension, and prayed to Buddha to deliver us safely ...


Sadly, this was not our bus.

Even the comfortable seat and melodic tunes didn't keep my mind off the situation for long, and I decided to write about it. Thankfully, our prayers were answered, and we arrived without incident in Sam Neua that night. Sam Neua is near Vieng Xai, the old capital of Laos, and the site of a truly inspiring David and Goliath story - which we'll write about in detail. We were truly blown out.

However, having got there, we needed to get back again. The trip back topped all SE Asia bus riding experiences, and I'd prefer to keep it brief. The best seats we could manage were bags of rice in the isle. Backwards. I shared mine with three other people.

Some way along, high up in the mountains, the bus took a slide and ended up on a precarious angle hard up against an embankment. I have to say, this is where I almost abandoned the mission, and it took quite a bit of coaxing for me to file back onto the bus with the other 60 people (the driver's approach was to assure me 'no more accident, miss!') The trip was scheduled to be 18 hours long.

I'm not even going to mention the music, or say too much about the elderly lady who had a tactile fascination for my jewellery, and couldn't keep herself from pawing Andy's furry forearm (from very close range).

Thankfully we were delivered. On our dinner brake (I had no stomach for another bowl of noodle soup or plate of pickled eggs) Andy wandered off with my torch to 'look at the trucks'. He and a couple of Vietnamese truckies must have identified each other as brothers of the wheel (heh), because they very quickly invited us for a ride.

Soon we had left the rest of the sorry bus riders and were stretched out, banging along the Hanoi - Phonsovahn freight route high in a cab in a convey of truckies.

It has to be said that on more than one occasion, I have longed for our own transport, and wished that one of us was driving! :)

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Karen village, northern Thailand

This photo was taken in northern Thailand, near Mae Hong Son. Check out the weaving system - the woman is sitting in a harness attached to the loom. We were blown out by the intracacy of the design.

The traditional village style for women and girls is leg bands, ornate head pieces and the distinguishing gold neck-bands.

Cultural tourism is a tricky thing, and we were quite nervous about intruding on peoples' lives. However, this woman made us feel quite at ease :) We watched her weaving, played with her little girl (much to my delight!), shared their lunch and bought some of the woman's handiwork.










Apparently in parts of rural Thailand and Laos, there is some pressure on women to maintain traditional dress to carry on the culture of the village, while the men have largely abandonded traditonal garb. The women are very strong here - although small of stature, they are able to carry rice on thier heads, babes at thier breasts, and also the culture on their backs! !! Go girls!