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POD ~ Outdoor Kitchen at a Laotian Buddhist Monestary
While wandering along a path that followed the Mekong River on the bank opposite Luang Prabang in Laos, we came upon a small Buddhist Monestary. Being mid-afternoon, the only sounds were the birds and insects. The Monks were resting. Their day begins early, around 4am, as they meditate in preparation for their alms walk. While quietly meandering around the various buildings in the monastery we came upon their outdoor kitchen at the back of the their living quarters. Just the basics. A small propane stove, woven rice bowls for their sticky rice, a few cooking pots and some bananas.
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The Orange Robe
There are some thirty-four active Buddhist Temples or Wats and an estimated 2,000 monks in and around Luang Prabang, Laos. Boys as young a ten years old can enter a temple to receive religious training as well as a general education. A Monk’s day starts very early, usually around 4:00AM, with prayer and meditation in preparation for their alms gathering. Several hundred Monks walk barefooted through the streets of Luang Prabang at first light gathering alms from the faithful, a very solemn ritual that has occurred daily for over seven hundred years. The Monks then return to their Wats for their main meal of the day and then retire to their quarters in the afternoon for meditation and rest.
When one wanders around the temples in the afternoon, they appear deserted. A quiet serenity settles over the temple grounds. This is especially so in the more rural Wats where the only sounds are birds singing and bamboo rustling in the breeze. But there is a subtle indication that the monks are there: the ubiquitous orange robe. One is neatly folded across a window sill, a freshly laundered robe is drying on bamboo, or several are on a makeshift clothesline.
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Ubiquitous Rice and Its Many Uses

When traveling in SE Asia (Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos) one expects to see and eat a lot of rice. It is the most important staple food for a large part of the world’s human population, especially in East and South Asia, the Middle East, Latin America, and the West Indies. Only corn production exceeds that of rice. The cooked grain is a staple food for the region, but that is just the beginning of the many uses of rice. {continue reading…}
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Bonsai in Vietnam ~ They are Really Large
Bonsai is an ancient Japanese art form using miniature trees grown in containers. Similar practices exist in other cultures, including the Chinese tradition of penjing and the miniature living landscapes of Vietnamese hòn non b?. While traveling in Vietnam, I expected to see bonsai, but the size of the plants was unexpected. They, for the most part, were huge. Most I saw were in the eight-handed or Imperial class (60 – 80 inches high) or the six-handed or Hachi-uye class (40 – 60 inches high.) The plants were on display in people’s front yards, as well as Buddhist Temples, and government buildings. Large sized bonsai are evident throughout the country from Hanoi in the north to Saigon and the Mekong Delta in the south. Many of the specimens were not well trained or cared for but the plants seemed quite content in their large pots and tropical setting. Interestingly, were not many bonsai in Cambodia or Laos.
The slide show below has two examples of Hòn Non Bô, the traditional Vietnamese art of making miniature landscapes, imitating the scenery of the islands, mountains and surrounding environment found in nature.
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An Artist’s Palette ~ Laos by Lynne Mayhew
We awaken at dawn to the sound of a distant gong. The air is crisp and misty with fog. From the balcony, we watch as processions of Buddhist monks leave their monasteries and walk through the streets collecting alms from the local people. It is ethereal and surreal to the foreign traveler. To the townspeople of Luang Prabang, Laos, the act of alms giving is a daily ritual that connects the average individual to a spiritually developed person, a Buddhist monk. It is a symbolic connection. Each is showing respect and humbleness for the other. It is not charity, as one would think.
As the Buddha has stated:
“Householders, the homeless and monastics
in mutual dependence
both reach the true Dharma….”
There are Buddhists who are animists. They believe in offering alms on behalf of their deceased ancestors, that they are showing respect to them and the monk is the intermediary in which to do so. We are told that by giving food to the monk, they are feeding their dead loved ones.
Across the street from us are women in their outdoor kitchens who have prepared sticky rice. They sell it by the basket to others who want to participate in this tradition. This is what is put into the alms bowls as the monks walk by silently. Except for the occasional dog barking or rooster crowing all is quiet and reverent. Men may stand to face a monk, but women must be seated or kneeling to offer their alms. All have their shoes off.
The monks walk barefooted and are wearing the traditional robe that dates 25 centuries ago. The first monks wore robes made from rags as did holy men from India. Later Buddha taught the monks to wear “pure” cloth, which was cloth that was ruined or discarded, cloth soiled from childbirth or scavenged from cremation grounds. This cloth was washed and boiled with vegetable matter- tubers, bark, leaves and spices such as turmeric or saffron giving the cloth a yellow-orange color. Robes today are in these colors as well as shades of curry, cumin and paprika.
Boys as young as ten can enter a monastery for religious training and general education. They too participate in the alms walk. They can remain and become monks or end their studies at any time. Many leave to work and to marry.
Luang Prabang is most known for its religious centeredness, surrounded by its many active Buddhist monasteries (Wats) and temples. The Luang Prabang derives from a sacred Buddha image called the Pha Bang which was a gift from the mighty Khmer Empire in Cambodia, hence the name Luang Prabang. It is an ancient city located in north central Laos. Surrounded by mountains, it is on a peninsula between the Nam Khan and Mekong Rivers. Until the communist takeover in 1975, it was the royal capital and seat of government of the Kingdom of Laos. It was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1995 and is considered by many to represent the heart of Laotian culture. Luang Prabang was made a WHS because it is a well preserved and outstanding example of the blend of traditional Laotian and French European architecture. It is what drew us to this country, specifically this city.
Ron awakens particularly early one morning and follows a group of monks to a monastery at the end of our street. They are gathering together with numerous monks waiting for a special alms giving procession to begin. Dignitaries from the capital, Vientienne, as well as monks from that city have arrived to walk in this procession. All of Luang Prabang is out to participate or watch this huge and prestigious gathering. Tourists with cameras ready stand by to capture the moment.
Quite an experience for us to watch. We walk back to our small hotel, order breakfast, and sit at one of the three tables outside on the sidewalk. Life returns to normal as bicycle and moped traffic pick up. Off in the distance we hear gongs and in the building behind us, we notice monks gathering for a special house blessing. They are chanting. We are eating and we too feel blessed.
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In the Bag ~ What Goes With Me
As a photographer, traveling always presents a balancing act of having what you need and how much weight you are willing to lug around. Of course, current airline carry on restrictions, especially in the US, further complicates the issue. I am not about to check my camera gear and subject it to being tossed around and possibly dropped, or worse, stolen. Further, I was determined to travel as light as possible and keep it as simple as possible.
So what would I pack for almost a month’s shooting and travel in SE Asia? I tried to imagine the types of shooting I would be doing : landscapes, portraits, street photography, architecture, low light. Just about the whole gamut. It seemed like I was going to need everything, but I was not going to cart the whole kit and caboodle around SE Asia for a month. So this is what I settled on:
Nikon D300s body – my primary body and the only one I used.
Nikon D200 body - my back up body in case the D300s died or got stolen along the way. It was never used.
Nikkor 18-200mm f/3.5-5.6 VR zoom lens – my go to, day in and day out lens The great optics and VR (vibration reduction) makes this lens an all-in-one solution without much compromise.
Nikkor 50mm f1.4G lens – an ultra-fast, light weight (compared to the 18-200mm) all around lens. Especially useful for nighttime, low light street photography.
Nikkor 35mm f1.8G lens- As above, but a moderate wide angle lens. I used it more than I thought I would. An all around great lens.
And that was it except for over 100 gigabytes of memory, battery charger, and Ipod. My excellent, but very big and very heavy Nikkor 70-200mm f2.8 telephoto, flash units, and tripod stayed home. My goal was to travel light, not be a slave to equipment, and to enjoy what I was doing. Most of all, enjoy being there. I think I got it right and would not have changed a thing.
An Artist’s Palette ~ Cambodia (part 3) by Lynne Mayhew
In addition to temples, visitors have discovered the floating village of Chong Kneas located ten kilometers south of Siem Reap, Cambodia, on the Tonle Sap Lake. The van ride took us past numerous rice paddies with flimsy stilt houses lining both sides of the narrow road. One could not help notice or watch the constant ebb and flow of daily life in the fields, in the houses, under the houses and along the road. So much going on in a relatively small area. The poverty slaps one in the face.
Arriving at the docks, visitors purchase tickets and board boats to ride out to the floating village. Our guide explains that the village contains about a hundred families, mostly Vietnamese. Unwelcome in Cambodia, these people have created a way of living. The village actually moves around according to the water levels of the lake and the season. It is a self contained floating village with residents engaged in fish farming (raising cat fish) as well as using traditional basket type traps. Men and women can be seen repairing or making fishing nets. Chickens, hogs, and produce are also raised on these floating buildings. Each house has its covered front or back porch where most of the cooking and daily life takes place. Laundry is hung everywhere. The village contains general stores, restaurants, and a school with a basketball court. The court is on the upper floor and is made with safety railings and a grille to keep the ball and the children from going overboard. Each family owns a small boat for navigating throughout the floating village to trade or buy from each other.
Children can be seen getting around themselves in anything that can float or be rowed. They are quite adept in showing the tourists the snakes they have, posing for a picture and then demanding a dollar. One of the floating buildings is used as an education center for visitors which have displays explaining the ecosystem, bird and fish life found on the Tonle Sap Lake. Aboard is a sample fish farm where the tourist can throw feed into the large opening on the first floor deck. There is also a crocodile farm below the deck which has at least ten large reptiles. They do not eat them, just show them to tourists. The eco center also has a nice gift shop, snack bar and small restaurant. On the upper floor one can get a better view of this incredible floating village, each house painted in bright colors, most of which are now faded or peeling. The TV antennas become noticeable and music can be heard from a café across the way. Heading back to the docks, we pass a church and a temple, also part of this floating village.
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An Artist’s Palette ~ Cambodia (part 2) by Lynne Mayhew
A traveler or a tourist does not go to Cambodia without visiting the ancient temples of Angkor, located near Siem Reap. This vast empire weaves throughout Indochina, but the royal roads lead to Angkor Wat, now a UN World Heritage Site. Built in the early part of the twelfth century by the ruler Suryavarman II, it is a Hindu temple or wat and is recognizable by its five towers which appear on Cambodia’s national flag. After years of civil war and trauma, the Khmer people once again look to these temples as a source of religious inspiration and pride. Angkor Wat is believed to be the largest religious structure in the world. While London had a population of 50,000 and was building cathedrals during this period, one million people lived in the Angkor kingdom during its height. ( read on….)
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An Artist’s Palette ~ Cambodia (part 1) by Lynne Mayhew
We take the Hang Chau 2 speed boat from Chau Doc on the Mekong River to Phnom
Penn, a five hour trip which includes two border stops along the way. One is to exit
Vietnam and the other is to obtain our tourist visas to enter Cambodia. Both crossings are represented by shades of khaki and green, officers entrusted with the duty of checking passports and visas. I was wary that the stern officials at the Cambodian border would not process my visa since I did not have a separate photo of myself to turn in with my visa application. I stupidly left it in my suitcase stowed on the boat and not in my daypack. I was the last one to get a visa, much to my relief. Another hour by
boat and then, finally, Phnom Penn, capital of Cambodia comes into view with its blend
of old and new: remnants of stately French Colonial buildings in neo-classical style, traditional Khmer palaces and pagodas and added to this are western style skyscrapers competing for space in this growing and bustling city. The afternoon sun castes shadows over this jumble of architecture. As we arrive at the Sisowat pier, most noticeable is the stone-built embankment or esplanade along the waterfront, a city park along the Mekong. It looks inviting and peaceful with its benches, tall trees and landscape of flowers. A perfect spot for a plein air artist to capture the moment on canvas. But it doesn’t take long to discover that with a population of only two million compared to Hanoi’s four million and Saigon’s almost eight million, its traffic and pace is just as frenetic.
Inching our way through the tangle of vans, motorbikes and cyclo drivers, our guide takes us to the Royal Palace built by King Norodom in 1866. We remove our shoes and enter an ornate Khmer style building used to receive the world’s royalty and ambassadors on state business. Today, it is open to the public. Next to the palace is the official residence of King Sihamoni, Sihanouk’s son. Our guide emphasizes that the king is in residence (which means he is in country) because an official flag is raised. We were told that the elder Sihanouk, age 88, who is referred to as the god-king, is living in China and unofficially is in control of Cambodian politics.
Located adjacent to the Palace is the Silver Pagoda. It gets its name from the 5000
silver tiles covering the floor. Again, we remove our shoes and enter. The silver floor is
roped off from foot traffic. Absolutely no photography allowed, so we just file it in our
memory. In the center of the room is a tremendous standing solid gold Buddha draped in
saffron (orange) colored cloth. Other Buddhas in various positions are placed around the
room. The most common is the one sitting in the meditative or lotus position. Another
Buddha is sitting but has one hand pointed to the earth. It refers to the story of Buddha
(Siddharta Gautama) being tempted by the evil one Mara. Siddhartha tells Mara “as earth
is my witness”, I will not succumb to your temptations and he doesn’t.
Our guide does not want us to miss the Wat Phnom Temple located on a hill overlooking the tree-lined avenues. “According to legend, the first pagoda on this site was erected in 1373 to house four statues of Buddha deposited here by the waters of the Mekong River and discovered by Madam Penh. The main entrance to Wat Phnom is by the grand eastern staircase, which is guarded by lions and Naga (mythical serpent) balustrades.” Excerpt from Lonely Planet guide book.
After taking our shoes off and entering the temple we notice many Cambodians lighting incense and praying for their dead ancestors. It is a ritual practiced daily by devout Buddhas.
Outside, our guide, Mao Virak, shares with us his family’s story of living through the Khmer Roughe genocide.
Cambodia’s Past ~ One Man’s Story
Wat Phnom is a Buddhist Temple that has stood atop of the only hill in Phnom Penh since 1373. Late in the afternoon, as the sun was setting over Phnom Penh, we stood at its entrance talking with Mao Virak, our guide. Predictably, our conversation turned to the Killing Fields and “did you know of anyone who lost loved ones?” Everyone did. In the mid 1970’s the population of Cambodia was eight million. The Khmer Rouge killed two million people, a fourth of the country’s citizens. Our driver lost four family members and his wife’s family, six. At that most peaceful time of day, at the most serene place in Phnom Penh, Virak shared his story:
On April 17, 1975, the Khmer Rouge marched into Phnom Penh and began the systematic evacuation of the city and turning the entire country into a prison. They started by sending all intellectuals to the countryside for “re-education.” Virak’s father was a literature teacher and therefore considered an intellectual. In 1976, when Virak was seven, the Khmer Rouge soldiers came to his house and took his father away. The young boy ran after him but was turned back when one of the soldiers clubbed him with a rifle butt. He would never see his father again, a victim of the “Killing Fields.” His mother, brother and he fled to a small village in the countryside. When Virak was nine, the Khmer Rouge took him from his family to a concentration camp with several hundred other children. They lived in a cave and were forced to dig and carry dirt to construct rice paddies. The children barely survived on the little rice they were given and the roots and leaves they were able to scavenge. After two years Virak escaped. Not knowing his way home and afraid to ask for directions, he finally found his mother and brother’s village. What a tearful reunion. After two years his mother believed he had been killed. Feeling unsafe and fearing retributions from the Khmer Rouge, the family fled as refugees to the Vietnam border. The trek was fraught with danger. At that time, in late1978, the Vietnamese were invading Cambodia to liberate the country from the Khmer Rouge. They were advancing on the very roads Virak’s family were traveling. Fearing for their lives at the hands of the Vietnamese army, they left the highway and walked through rice paddies they knew were peppered with landmines. On January 7, 1979, Cambodia was liberated and soon after that Virak, his mother and brother returned to Phnom Penh. At that time there were only a few hundred people there. Most all of the over two million residents had either been killed or had fled the city. They went to their old home and found it was too damaged from bombs to live in so they took up residence in one of the hundreds of uninhabited houses in the city. Virak’s mother was able to find work in a shoe factory. Because of famine and civil strife life in Cambodia remained difficult for many years.
Today Mao Virak has a family and is a successful licensed tour guide. His mother is living in California and hopes to become a US citizen this year.











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