Author: lindsay

Every city you go to has some key thing that you remember about it. Something that you notice about that place, and forever after, when you think of the place, it’s the first thing that comes to mind. Sometimes it’s an obvious touristy thing – e.g. Vienna and its practice of putting up statues in the center of immaculate public squares. Other times it’s something quite different, but it sticks in your head – e.g. when I think about Hong Kong, I think red double decker buses. For super-clean Singapore, it’s bed bugs. For Damascus, I recall a somewhat overweight, rather jolly chocolatier. I hope he’s OK now – I suspect he’s not so jolly these days.

Well, for Las Vegas, the memorable thing for me is the novelty glass. That’s right, it’s not the bizarre monuments to money in the desert, No, the thing I noticed early on, and stuck with me during my visit, was the novelty glass. Available in standard half- and full-yard sizes, as well as a range of custom shapes, these seemed to be the default choice of drinking vessel for those just arrived in Las Vegas. Here’s an example I snapped – note he seems to be saying “Here, you take this boring, everyday plastic cup of beer. I’m keeping my special vessel close to my chest.”

The above shot was taken rather late at night, explaining the slight blurriness on the part of either the photographer or the photographee. But this was actually a little unusual – people seemed to purchase these quite early in the day. You can imagine the scene – just arrived in town, checked into town, decide to take a walk out on “the Strip.” The sun’s hammering down on you, you walk past a bar, you’re in Las Vegas, so…”sure, that yard long Margarita sounds like a fantastic idea! Oh and I get to keep the glass? Wow! And you mean I can just walk around from casino to casino, taking my drink with me? No-one cares? Hey guys, let’s make it a weekend to remember – let’s all order ridiculously large drinks in a novelty glass!”

This all sounds like a Good Idea at 10:00am. After all, you’re here to have a good time in Las Vegas, right? And everyone knows, that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas gets posted on Facebook. So you order your big drink, and if it’s extra long, you’ll also get a tie to go around your neck, to hang the vessel off. “Awesome! – let’s have a big swallow…OK, another swallow. Maybe not so big…OK, I’ve had enough sitting around here, let’s walk down to the next casino…”

Hours later, groups of them are walking around, looking somewhat glassy-eyed, the novelty having worn off. At this point, they’re about two thirds of the way through, and the end just doesn’t seem to be getting any closer. The drink has gotten sickly sweet, they’ve had enough, they’re feeling pretty drunk…and you can see them thinking, in the back of their mind “What the **** am I supposed to do with this yard long plastic vessel? Am I doomed to carry this forever? How the hell am I even going to fit it in my luggage? I suppose it’s going ‘straight to the pool room’ when I do get it home.” A bit later on, it seems to get conveniently forgotten about, and discarded. Common sense finally kicks in, and you realize that lugging a large plastic beaker gets really annoying after 8 hours, especially when you still haven’t been able to finish drinking the damn thing.

There’s a lot more to Las Vegas though, and I really did enjoy my visit. I’ll post more later – perhaps on some of the other highlights, such as the haircuts:

As my Constant Readers know, I’ve been to a few different places over the years. Europe, North Africa, The Middle East, Central Asia, South East Asia, Patagonia, etc. But I’ve only been to a couple of places in the USA – San Francisco a couple of times, and New York once.

Today I get to visit another part of the USA, and not just any part, but a whole destination in itself – Las Vegas. The HP Discover conference is taking place at the Venetian in Las Vegas next week, and for some reason they gave me free tickets! Possibly they’re trying to make sure that I write nice things about them in my next post on Packet Pushers. I shall have to be sure to write full disclosures in future. They have not explicitly asked me to speak highly of them, but I’m sure they’re hoping to impress me with their upcoming products.

My company is paying for flights + accommodation. Not cheap flying from Auckland to Las Vegas, but since we’re not paying for the conference itself, it works out to be a similar cost to going to a training course in New Zealand.

The timings work out pretty well, since it’s Queen’s Birthday holiday in New Zealand, meaning the boss only misses out on charging me out for four days, not five. Plus, with the way the timezone shifts work, I get to spend a day in Las Vegas either side of the conference. I’m not a gambling man (I’m not a risk taker), but there’s going to be plenty to see and do while I am there. The only problem is that I can’t take Anna, since she’s just about to get into exams. Everyone tells me that I should buy her presents to make up for it, but she says I don’t need to, it’s not at all necessary. Is it all a feint, and I should buy presents? No, she’s pretty upfront about these sorts of matters. If she tried being subtle when she wanted something, I’d always miss it, and she’d never get what she wanted!

I’ll try and get a couple of blog posts up while I’m there. I’ll also have to try and write some technical blog posts, but I shall spare Northlandboy readers from that. Those will go to Packet Pushers, or maybe my company’s site, depending upon what I decide is worth writing about.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking – Lindsay’s just not that interesting when he’s not on tour, is he? No, no he is not. After having a nice summer tooling around sub-tropical regions, it’s back into work and study for me.

I’ve been wanting to get back into CCIE study, but my company needed to get people VMware-certified. Not just because it’s part of our VMware partnership agreement, but also because it’s part of our strategic direction. This means taking the official course, followed by an exam. It’s not the easiest of exams, and a couple of my colleagues will be needing to take another attempt. I wanted to get it out of the way ASAP, so I could focus on CCIE. That meant the last few weeks have been doing a lot of reading and lab work, in our demo/test lab environment. I booked an exam date, to give myself some pressure. Come exam time, I was feeling nervous, and it wasn’t easy. Had about 20 minutes left to review questions, and I used up all that time. With this sort of test they tell you the result immediately. Just a bit of grinding of the machine, then your result…Pass!

It was a real relief to get through VCP. It’s not that I don’t know anything about it, not at all – it’s just that there is an enormous reading list for the exam, and I didn’t have enough time to give it all the attention it needed. So that meant that I had a good general overview, but some of the very specific questions were tough. It’s one thing to know how virtual Standard Switches work, it’s quite another to remember “Which 3 of the following 5 items appear when you click through to this tab, and enable Advanced Properties?” But it’s done, at least until VCP6 rolls around.

It is taking a while to get back into the swing of CCIE study. I was feeling a bit knocked around from it all last year, and then with two whole months of no study, you get out of the routine. I’ve just been doing a little bit of that over the last few weeks to keep in touch, but now I’m going to be able to focus on it full time. All going well, I won’t be doing any other exams between now and CCIE lab time. This means that I’ve now only got three things to focus on in my life: Work, CCIE study, and Anna. And definitely not in that order.

On that last point, we’re feeling quite grateful that Anna is still with us, after an incident on her bike this week. I’ve ridden tens of thousands of kilometres, in many different countries, yet so far I’ve been lucky to never get knocked off. I always tell people I don’t like riding on New Zealand roads though, poor drivers on crap roads. Anna was riding to university and got knocked off by a car, at a narrow point in the road. She was just lucky with the way she fell, that she didn’t get run over. God knows we have enough other cyclists killed in this country.

Sorry about not posting this sooner, but getting back into “normal” life has all been a bit much of a shock to the system. We’ve now been back in New Zealand for just over a week, and I’ve had a pretty busy week at work, trying to fit in VMware VCP training along with trying to catch up with work. Work didn’t stop while I was away it seems. Anna’s been busy around the house, sanding and painting. Seems like every other day I’m at the hardware store, picking up some tool or paint. They even know my name there. Weirdly, they knew my name and history before I’d ever told them – Anna had gotten to chatting with some of the staff on a previous trip.

Last we heard from our heroes they were having a recovery day, trying to get back some energy after a bout of food poisoning. All recovered, we got the bus from Siem Reap to Poipet, the closest Cambodia/Thailand border crossing. We saw the only rain of the whole trip that morning, a light drizzle that quickly cleared. Arriving at the bus stop, I was not happy to see the large number of backpackers. Not that I’ve got anything much against them, it’s just that full buses are more problematic when you’re trying to squeeze a bike into the luggage hold. Especially when the backpackers seem to be carrying enormous amounts of luggage. One girl in particular was causing quite a commotion, as she had multiple cases and bags, and the zipper was broken on the suitcase, presumably from trying to cram too much stuff in it. The suitcase ended up in a cardboard box, with a bit of string to hold it together.

The baggage handlers also had a quiet look of despair when they saw our two bicycles, in combination with the crowd of other travellers. But this is Cambodia, and where there’s a dollar, there’s a way. Or in this case, $5 per bicycle. The ticket for the 140km bus ride was $5 each, and they charged another $5 for the bikes. Paying a little extra is usually a good thing, because it means they will find a way to help you out. In this case, there were two buses leaving at the same time, but both were full. They ended up splitting the bikes between the buses, while we travelled together. I wasn’t all that happy about my bike being on a different bus, but it all worked out OK. The only annoying thing was that we stopped about 3km from the border itself, and had to wait more than half an hour while they pissed around sorting out stickers for the other tourists who were getting connecting services on the other side. If I’d been able to get my bike out, we would have been able to ride to the border crossing, and gone through well ahead of the other tourists.

As it happens, we still did get through the Cambodian customs fairly quickly. We were last off the bus, and by the time we’d gotten the bikes ready, there was a line of about 3 busloads of foreigners waiting to get stamped out of Cambodia. Sigh. I don’t like standing around in the hot sun. Lets wheel the bikes up over here, see what we can do. Sure enough, a solution presented itself. A uniformed border official said “Leave the bikes here, pay me a few dollars, and I’ll take your passports in and get them stamped, and you’ll be on your way in a minute.” Deal! There were a few grumpy looks from those standing in line, but that’s just the way things work around here. You don’t have to pay to leave Cambodia, but I don’t mind paying a fee for a real service. Otherwise I would have had to leave the bikes unattended for quite some time, in what is certainly the roughest town in Cambodia.

Sadly we couldn’t do the same thing on the Thai side. They’re not so keen on that sort of thing. We had to stand in line for a while instead, but at least it was in shade at first, later in air-conditioning, and they even had free drinking water. Very civilised. The only problem is that they won’t process foreigners in the “Thai Passport” line, even if there are no Thais in that line. However, this enforced break gave Anna and I a chance to follow the interaction between the two young backpackers in the line in front of us.

The Australian guy seemed to be trying to make a move on the girl, although the conversation was a little odd:

“Yeah, so I’m meeting my girlfriend in Bangkok in a few days. What about you – want to meet up tonight? Where are you staying in Bangkok? I’ve got a place sorted out, you can stay there”

He wasn’t really picking up on the fact that she wasn’t interested anyway, and somehow missed out on the memo that came out a while ago, saying that mentioning your current girlfriend is not usually ideal when looking for a short-term liaison. Anyway, he then moved on to discussing how he had to pay “the GOVERNMENT” to get into Cambodia. “I just said look mate, you’re the GOVERNMENT, you should just do your job and let me in.” He had absolutely no idea how things work here, or just how messed up the country is. He was talking about having been on the road for 4 months, but I suspect most of it was in the Australian enclave of Bali.

He then moved on to hassling the amount of baggage the poor girl was carrying. At this point, she was desperately staring at the slow-moving line in front of her, willing it to move faster. She didn’t actually have that much, although he had an enormous bag. He proceeded to pull out the largest towel I have ever seen. This thing was about 3m by 3m, because apparently “You need a really big towel in Australia.” I have absolutely no idea what you would do with a towel that large, nor why you want to cart the bloody thing around.

Anyway, eventually we got through customs and into Thailand. A short ride into town, and onto the Bangkok train. Bicycles are pretty common on this train. No hassles, just pay the baggage fee, and load the bike into the baggage car at the end of the train. This train is 3rd-class only, so the air conditioning is open windows. No problem, except that parts of the rice fields are being burnt off, which means a bit of smoke and ash periodically comes through the cabin. There’s a lot of grime on our faces and hands by the time we get to the hotel. But it was a relaxed, easy trip. The train makes many random stops, but somehow we still manage to arrive exactly on time. It’s not like there’s a lot of trains on the tracks, I can’t work out why the train doesn’t just leave an hour later.

It was a bit tricky riding out of the station though. At this point it was dark, and we didn’t have any lights on our bikes. It’s not like the police were going to arrest us, but still, I wasn’t keen on getting run over. I had a map, but it wasn’t quite detailed enough, and didn’t show the 1-way streets. This led to a few changes of direction, and one memorable, if rather tense moment, where Anna and I were stuck on opposite sides of a very busy intersection. Two 1-way streets met head-on, with a lot of traffic. I just couldn’t get across the street to where Anna was. Eventually I gave up trying to cross with traffic, and lugged the bike up over the overhead pedestrian crossing. I’ve had to do this a couple of times before – those times the bike was fully loaded, which makes it much more challenging to lift up a couple of flights of stairs. Reunited, we pushed on to our hotel.

Our hotel was only a block away from Velo Thai, who offer a bike packing service. You can buy a bike box off them, or for a little more they’ll box the bike for you. I couldn’t be stuffed with doing the work myself, so went the full hog, and got them to do a full clean, service and packaging. Made my life much easier. Dropped the bikes off, went back 24 hours later to put a couple of other things in the boxes, and seal them up. All good. The hotel staff were also very helpful with getting transport to the airport sorted out. We ended up using a people-mover – the two boxed bikes fitted in pretty easily.

When you’re living your normal life, you will often think of being away on holiday, perhaps exploring a big exciting city like Bangkok, doing some tourist things, enjoying the local food, etc. But what did we do for our last couple of days? Went to the mall and saw a movie. Plus I had to get some shirts and trousers made up. Odd how after a while you just want to drop out, and not deal with anything too “new.”

Thursday we flew out, with Jetstar via Singapore. Hot tip when flying Jetstar short-haul – they don’t do any free water. They do on long-haul, but short-haul you have to buy Evian at $4/bottle. We had water, but the Australian with us wasn’t too happy. Second tip: Just because you can’t take liquids through security, doesn’t mean you can’t take an empty bottle through, and fill it up from the free water air-side.

Long haul back through to Auckland, and home. Too many screaming babies on the flight for Anna to sleep, which somewhat stuffed up our plan to unbox the bikes at the airport, and ride home. It’s mostly bike paths from the airport to our house, and would be an easy enough ride, especially since we got in at 10:30am on a sunny morning. But Anna was rather out of it, and not even sure of which country she was in, let alone how to navigate home. I felt sorry for her, so we splashed out on a cab home.

Was the trip a success? Well, Anna and I are still married. Of course there were a couple of tense moments, but that’s to be expected. We’re still talking, and we’re still happy together. I would have liked to have done a little more riding than we managed in the end, but that’s no big deal. We got to spend time together, just us, a long way away from anyone else, and we got to spend time in interesting places, meeting interesting people.

So yes, Anna said that she enjoyed it. It wasn’t always easy, but she was glad we travelled by bike. The acid test of course will be if we ever go on another trip like this again. The good news is that A) We went for a 5 hour ride around the Auckland region yesterday, B) She wants to ride around the South Island for a couple of weeks this Christmas and C) She is still talking about the longer trip we’d like to do across the States. That one will have to wait a couple of years though – other things like University are a higher priority. Plus I need to settle into some work for a while, save up the cash for it. The States won’t be a cheap ride, although with the way the USD is sliding…

“What’s with the guys there with the mullets?”

“Oh, those two are my brothers.”

Crap, how do I back-pedal out of this one? But luckily the girl was a little drunk to notice I’d just insulted her family, and Anna returned to save me. But seriously, if you’ve got a mullet, and you’re wearing white tube socks, I highly advise that you do not go out to a bar that uses U/V lights. It hasn’t come out that well here, but you should be able to see the socks showing up:

But when you find out that he’s Australian, and about 16 years old, it does kind of explain things. Apparently their family of 5 goes away on expensive holidays every year – the money would probably be better spent on fashion consultants for the two boys. Ah well, can’t be helped. I would have liked to ask the young man if he regretted wearing the white socks to the pub, but I suspect the answer would be “no – why?” Anna tells me that white socks are never appropriate.

We’ve been in Siem Reap the last couple of days, at first seeing the temples, but then the last couple of days have been pretty well wasted. We both came down with some form of food poisoning. I was worse than Anna, but we both didn’t really do much all day yesterday, and today has been an easy day too, while we are recovering.

Unfortunately this has put a slight spanner in the works – we were planning on two more days of riding, from Siem Reap to the Thai border, and then onto the train. With an extra day spent here, we’re now a little short on time, so we’re going to have to bus/train from here to Bangkok in one day. A pity, as we both would have liked a couple more days of riding. So it turns out that the trip has been one way by bike, and return by bus/boat/train. Not like we were trying to set any records anyway.

One of the things you notice when you travel around is the local dress styles. These can range from the amazing coloured dresses of Central Asian women, to the just a little bit too short jeans and white socks preferred by Russian men, to the Charlie Sheen-style outfits preferred by American men everywhere.

In this part of the world, it’s all about the pajamas. Anna is very much in favour of this, as it turns out that it’s completely appropriate to wear pajamas all day long. Today we obtained photographic evidence that slippers can be worn at any time too. In Cambodia the pajamas tend to be cotton, and looser fit. Vietnamese seem to be more synthetic fabrics, and slimmer cuts. Not nearly as comfortable I should think. Men’s outfits here are pretty plain, but to be honest, it’s always the women’s outfits you look at, wherever you go.

But then you start looking at the outfits worn by the Western tourists, and you realise that they’re pretty odd too. A fine example would be the young Israeli girl we saw the other day, wearing a singlet, dancing tights, and brown slip-on workboots (such as these). I suppose she can’t be blamed though, she will have just come out of compulsory military service. Still doesn’t explain the conversation that she was having with another young gentleman, that went along the lines of “Oh, I never take any photographs, because if you need a photo to remember something, then the event wasn’t strong enough, and it wasn’t worth remembering anyway.” I should probably also point out that the young gentleman was wearing a black singlet, pantaloons and kung-fu shoes. Didn’t really quite gel with the iPhone 4S he was holding though.

Yesterday we were sitting in an Indian restaurant, when another good example walked in. A youngish man, he had a mullet haircut, divided at the back. Singlet again, to go with matching camouflage backpack and rolled-up cargo pants. A tripod and disappointingly small camera hung off one shoulder. This was at 20:30, so I’m not sure what he was planning on taking photos of, but I digress. He spends 5 minutes standing up, reading the menu, before deciding to take a seat. He then studies the menu for this Indian restaurant for another 10 minutes, before placing his order. After looking at the currys, dhalis, naans on offer, he asks for fried rice. The waiter does his best to respond politely, but you can see him thinking WTF? Calmly, he informs him that this is an Indian restaurant, but if he wants fried rice, he would be far better off going just up the street to the market, where any number of stalls will be able to do cheaper, better fried rice. Perhaps this young man’s lack of awareness of his surroundings is due to the wide availability of cheap alcohol and drugs. I don’t know.

Today we’re off to Siem Reap. Rather than take the cheap and fast bus, we’re taking the slow and expensive boat. Hopefully there’s still enough water in the lake/river system to make it through safely.