Showing posts with label Nepal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nepal. Show all posts

Friday, August 21, 2009

106 Bottles (or drafts if you are lucky) of Beer on the Wall

If you are uninterested in beer then it might be best to save yourself 5 minutes and skip this post!
Having lived in Northern California for nearly 5 years, we have caught the beer bug and have been longing for cold drafts of west coast microbrew throughout the trip. Often we reminisce of the happy hours in San Francisco at Rogue Ale House, Vesuvio, Kennedy’s and of course, The Buccaneer.

Being beer enthusiasts we have made a point to sample the domestically produced beer in each country that we have visited in the hopes of learning not only what styles are preferred but also what role this wonderful drink plays abroad. Six months in we have visited 18 countries and sampled 106 domestically produced beers. The styles and tastes preferred have varied as well as the role that beer plays in each culture.

The world of beer styles is essentially split into two groups. ales and lagers. The essential difference is the yeast used in production, top fermenting vs bottom fermenting, and outside of that, both styles can offer a wide array of beers. Colleen and I are ale drinkers. Unless it is an early Saturday morning with Miller Lite during college football season (go Hawks!) or the conclusion of a long bike or run, we usually find ourselves sipping a cold pint or bottle of ale of some sort. Interestingly enough, the rest of the world heavily prefers the lager style of beer.
Availability of different labels has varied greatly from country to country. In Vietnam we have been treated to 18 different labels of beers while in Lesotho we were only able to track down one, the national lager called Mulati.

Over 70% of the beer we have sampled has been lager with the occasional surprise of an ale every now and then. If you like lagers such as Budweiser or Heineken, you would be in good company in most parts of the world. Most all the lagers we have sampled are fairly straight forward, light in color, lower in alcohol, and not much malt flavor or mouth feel outside of the presence of a slight alcohol taste. Most all contain adjuncts of some sort, usually rice or corn (or as they call it everywhere else, maize). Many add a fair amount of sugar prior to fermentation to boost alcohol levels (but impart no taste) and in Eastern Africa they even add unfermentable sugars to the mix resulting in a beer that can only be described as a Budweiser with a tablespoon of sugar added. There have been some great finds though, including the wonderful Laurentina Clara in Mozambique, the all natural Windhoek of Namibia, and the high alcohol Kingfisher Red of India. Rwanda, moving forward since the tragedies of the mid 1990s brought with it a tasteful Primus Lager served in traditional Belgian glassware, a reminder of it's colonial past.

Nearly all of the ales we have found have been in Ireland, the UK and South Africa. We were treated to unpasturized 'live ale' in London, a special treat that is hand drawn at traditional pubs. We also spent a fair amount of time with 750 ml bottles of Castle Milk Stout while camping in South Africa and we have also enjoyed half liters of dark ales recently in Vietnam.

I have found it very interesting the amount of mass produced large label beer available throughout the world. Carlsberg and Heineken are mainstays in most every country we have visited. We have actually had Carlsberg (Danish) that was produced domestically in Malawi as well as Amstel (Dutch) produced in Jordan and Lowenbrau (German) produced in Nepal.

We have been lucky enough to visit a total of 8 microbreweries so far getting a taste for small batch beer in each continent we have visited. Vietnam has been the surprise of the group boasting a microbrewery in a majority of all sizable towns we have visited. A stop for a beer at Legends microbrewery of Hanoi turned into and afternoon of discussion with the German Brewmaster. He introduced himself as I was seated at the bar staring at the brewing equipment and asked if I was Australian. I responded and clarified that I was American and asked him if he was Czec. It was a good way to break the ice and lead to an afternoon of beers he refused to let us pay for. Turns out his name was Werner and he was from Ramstein Germany and had been working in breweries since he was 13 (he was now in his mid 50s) eventually moving to Africa to brew and now to Vietnam. He was the owner and turned out to be very open to discussing his operation: he ships in a container of malt and hops from Germany every 3 months and brews 40 times per month on his 10 barrel system. He regularly sold 1500 liters of beer a day in his 400 person beer hall and distributed what was left over. I told him I thought he needed a larger brewing system to which he replied that the his Vietnamese investors would not approve it. So for now, he brews at least once a day, seven days a week.
Beer prices and packaging have also varied greatly from country to country. The most costly place we have drank was our first stop, Dublin, where we paid up to $6 USD for a pint of Kilkenny on draft. Africa brought with it low prices for beer (always by the bottle, never available by draft) where we bought 750 ml bottles of domestic beer for as little as $0.60 in Uganda. All in all, draft beer has only been found in about 1/4 of the places we have visited and the preference seems to be toward large bottles (deposit required in Africa) over cans.
The closest thing I have found to homebrew abroad has been the street beer of Vietnam, known as 'bia hoi'. Always served by draft out of a shabby looking keg placed curbside, bia hoi has been easy on the pocketbook as you can sit on the sidewalk in a plastic chair drinking low alcohol draft beer for around $0.25 a glass. There was also the homemade Tibetan beer offered in Nepal which consisted of a scoops of fermented millet grain placed in a large metal stein and topped off with steaming hot water. The bitter fruit wine like drink was then sipped through a metal straw and each stein refilled multiple times with hot water until all of the alcohol and flavor had been extracted from the fermented millet.
The role beer plays in each country has varied greatly. In the largely Muslim state of Jordan it is almost non existent outsite of the tourist areas. We did not see beer for sale or have a drink for nearly 2 weeks prior to trudging through a downpour to the other side of town for a cool draft of Amstel. In Africa, beer drinking was usually reserved for the men who began drinking in the early afternoon on roughly welded bar stools placed outside wood shacks roadside. In SE Asia, drinking is done at all times of day, and it is not uncommon to see businessmen having a drink by early afternoon. Unfortunately in many countries the drinking has become a curse of the poor and I wonder how a man with thread bare clothes and no shoes can be drinking beer after beer. Then I have to remind myself that the same thing occurs back home and unfortunately there is no help for these people. Beer, as always, accompanies celebration as well in most countries. Whether it was the completion of a long work week in Ireland, a Saturday night in Capetown, a wedding in India or locals on vacation in Vietnam, there was usually a person to be found enjoying a cold one.
Tonight we have our first sips of Beer Laos, the much famed national brew of the new country we have entered.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Your Flight Has Been Delayed 11 Hours

We left Nepal in high spirits. The country had rejuvenated us physically and mentally and we headed to the airport excited for the coming months of travel in SE Asia. We had three flights scheduled for the day. The first was from Kathmandu to Delhi, followed by a Delhi to Mumbai flight which landed at 1AM in time to connect to a 4AM flight to Bangkok. We were dealing with 3 different airlines so we had no false hope of all 3 flights and connections going off without a hitch. The first two flights went off as planned but as we entered the check-in queue at Mumbai we were told our flight was delayed until 3PM. I had previously spent the night in Mumbai airport, there are certainly worse places to be, but the thought of sleeping on a dirty floor after a long day of travel was not appealing.


We reached the front of the line, received the details of the delayed flight (pilot had fallen ill) and were pleasantly surprised to be told we were getting put up in Mumbai’s finest, the Intercontinental Hotel. Two hours later we had caught a shuttle and checked into the hotel. Silk sheets (no sleep sheets needed!), aircon, hot water, hair dryer, flat screen TVs...it was somewhat of a huge treat midway through our trip. The next morning we headed downstairs to our free breakfast. The variety of food was somewhat staggering, larger than I have ever seen at a hotel or restaurant. As we relished in our cereal and milk for the first time in 5 months, the headlines of the Jakarta bombings came across the TV. It was an eerie feeling: we were in the nicest hotel of our trip, in a city with a recent history of terrorism/bombings, eating breakfast in the lobby...very similar to the scenario they were describing on TV. You prepare yourself of pick-pockets, thieves and such but for the first time on our trip we were pondering the reality of safety issues of a different type.


We arrived to Bangkok the next day, met another American in the taxi queue at the airport and shared a ride to the infamous backpacker district of Koh San Road. Turns out he was from Chicago but living in DC. He was a tech consultant and had recently been laid off and during his few week stint in Thailand was now pondering whether he should hit up grad school or start a job search once back home. As at home, the current state of the economy is always a point of discussion during our travels.


We have enjoyed the past 4 days in Bangkok. Power outages and operating by candle light were a daily ritual in all of Nepal and many parts of India. Bangkok has brought us some comforts we have not experienced since the first weeks of the trip. There are 7-11s (fountain pop for Colleen and coffee for me), street vendors, cold beer, pharmacies, sidewalks, clean cheap accommodation, stoplights, and many fold more travelers than we have seen anywhere else on our trip. As of late we have been longing for our regular runs along Marina Green in SF that were a staple of our life for the past 5 years. That feeling of a good workout lead us to the nearest shopping mall in Bangkok where we each picked up a new pair of New Balances, workout shorts and a running tank top (Colleen assured me that it was OK to wear a tank top for exercise purposes). We have ran each of the last 3 mornings and have enjoyed the journey through the local neighborhoods although the heat here is a bit stifling. After the runs we hit up 7-11 for milk and cereal and a small part of the whole process actually feels a little bit like home.


Tomorrow mornings run will be early as we have a 7AM 12-hour bus ride to Cambodia and the next segment of the trip.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Elephants and Rhinos

We are supposed to be in Tibet right now, but we're not. After arriving in Kathmandu from Pokhara we knew that we had to set up our Tibet trip before doing anything else in Nepal. China now requires everyone who travels to Tibet to be part of an organized group and there is no individual traveling allowed. What does this mean for China? Lots of extra money in their pockets. For an American citizen to visit Tibet the visa is a whopping $142 for a visitors permit (all other countries pay $45), plus you must buy another Chinese visa ($130 more) as well if you plan to visit China, which we are doing in the future to get to Mongolia. The planned group itineraries now run nearly $900 per person for a week long tour; just 5 years ago I had paid less than $300 for the same tour. Essentially the tour fee has only went up slightly but the grand total has increased with the new visa fees and a new requirement that all persons who drive in must fly out back to Kathmandu. Of course the flight is on the China government owned airlines (the one hour one way flight makes up $370 of the package). So after shopping around and realizing we were basically making a large donation to the Chinese government exploiting Tibet we decided to pass and thus move our flights up one week early to leave for SE Asia.

With that decision behind us we had 10 days left in Nepal and after a couple days in the bustling backpacker neighborhood of Thamel in Kathmandu we headed 6 hours south by bus to Chitwan National Park. The park sits nestled in Southern Nepal on the Indian border and contains the largest remaining refuge for the great one horned rhino. The rhino had eluded us in Africa and we were enthused by the opportunity to safari yet again in a new part of the world. We arrived to the city of Sauraha on the edge of the park (of course the bus stand was 1 mile outside of town and we had to hike in) and found our way to a guest house that I had previously visited. We were welcomed by the owner Govinda who was highly enthused to see a return customer 5 years later.

First things first, Colleen had to bathe an elephant. The town of Sauraha is bustling with elephant traffic, around 200 elephants call the area home. Most elephants are government owned while others are owned by the many parkside lodges. Every morning the elephants hike down to the (croc infested) river for their morning baths. As a visitor you can pay a $1.25 and help dumbo get the dirt out from behind his ears. If you know Colleen then you know this is reason for excitement. We followed the train of elephants to the banks of the river and Colleen selected her elephant based off of who had the smallest stick/pick used to control their elephant. His name was Muti and we were told he was the second largest elephant in the village. Muti had already anxiously entered the edge of the water and his handler now had him back up to the shore and kneel down so Colleen could hop aboard. I had enjoyed the same ritual on my previous visit to the park but I had to admit that seeing Colleen aboard a much larger elephant wading out into the murky river waters struck a little nerve in me but all was well. Muti turned out to be quite the showman as he first doused her multiple times with gallons of water from his trunk and followed that up with multiple barrel roles into the water throwing her from his back in the process. 10 minutes later they emerged thoroughly soaked, and slightly cleaner, from the river and Colleen produced her payment which Muti gladly took with his trunk and delivered to the handler.

The next morning we headed out on foot into the park on a safari. Most parks in the world that have predatory animals (in this case tigers) forbid safari on foot but Chitwan is an exception. Tiger attacks on groups are not unheard of but the trained guides are very apt at preventing such encounters. That being said I was slightly uncomfortable as we departed in a wood canoe with two guides who were each carrying no more than a 4 foot stick for defense. After an hour long float sighting multiple crocodiles we exited the boat and headed into thick jungle, much thicker than we had planned. At times we felt like we were breaking trail as our shoes muddied and leaves and thorns sliced at our skin. Then about an hour in we heard it, a very deep throated grunt. It sounded like a cross between a large hog and a grizzly bear. Then the sound came again, this time from the opposite direction. Our guide informed us we were standing between two rhinos (neither we could see through the 10 ft tall grass) and likely one was a bull. We were told to be still and silent. My heart jumped and I was actually frightened for the first time on the trip. I knew rhinos had pour sight and rely heavily on smell but if there was one on each side of you then by default you were likely downwind from one of them. After pausing for about a minute, and reanalyzing in my head again how thin our guides sticks were and wondering if we could out run them, we were instructed to move forward slowly. After a few minutes we exited the grasslands into a dense forest where we were later able to spot two rhinos bathing from a safe distance.

The following day we headed out again on safari, this time by elephant. We were able to spot much wildlife, including two rhinos at close range, and we enjoyed the safety, minus comfort, of elephant travel. We also rented bikes and toured the countryside and villages surrounding the park and relaxed in the garden area of our guest house sipping on milk tea in the mornings and Nepalese lagers at night. Govinda and his wife, daughter and son were excellent hosts and a great temporary family during our stay. Colleen also made friends with the stray dogs of the village, this has become a trend on the trip. During our stay 1 dog and 1 cat met their dismal end with the river crocodiles and we dubbed our favorite stray with the name 'Crocodile Food'. We are not sure if he liked the name but he followed us for days around the village.

The past few days we have spent back in Kathmandu, taking in the sights, sounds and culture of this vibrant city. Today we have 3 flights getting us to Bangkok sometime tomorrow afternoon after a night in the Mumbai airport. Nepal has been amazing, we have learned much and highly enjoyed our time here. We had hoped to make it into Tibet but that leaves reason to return again in the future!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Climb Every Mountain, Or At Least Catch a View

So how do you get out of India quickly as I so desperately wanted? Take an overnight bus to an overnight train with a quick stop in Varanasi to see the Ganges river, to a 6 hour morning train (which broke down) to a 3 hour bus (yep broke down again) to the Nepal border just in time to catch another overnight bus. By the time we arrived in Pokhara, our first stop in Nepal, we were exhausted but extremely happy to be out of India. Let's just say it was a trying month there and I had hit my limit a few days earlier on India as a whole. We were more than ready for the peaceful town of Pokhara.


Nepal is a small country with the tallest mountain in the world. In fact it holds many tall mountains and our goal in Pokhara was to find a group trek to view some of these mountains. Unfortunately, good old monsoon season stood in our way. Usually you can see the mountains from town, but the monsoon brings in daily rains and the clouds never lift. Undaunted, we decided to head out on a trek with the hopes of seeing something, and if not then the quiet time in the mountains would do us some good.


We arranged a porter through our backpackers. With the monsoon comes low season and very few tourists to fill group treks so Chad and I were on our own with the porter. The day before we were to head out we hiked 4 hours to the World Peace Pagoda, high atop a hillside outside of Pokhara. No views from there but on the way down we did get hit by the other wonderful part of monsoon season, leeches. Leeches are everywhere during the monsoon and they quickly latched on to Chad's legs and shoes, but surprisingly did not touch me. Maybe Chad is secretly a leech?

The next day we met our porter, Dhan, and headed out on a two hour bus ride to the trail head in the Annapurna Conservation Area. Dhan was an interesting man. He was the married father of two and ran a small shop selling chips and cigarettes when he was not filling time as a porter. He was part of the lower local 'caste' and scraped by on what he could earn off of the tourism industry in order to put his kids through college (he had two college aged kids and he was 37...Nepalese marry young). He enjoyed his nightly cup of local moonshine when on the trail and emphatically told us very seriously that the yeti did in fact exist (he had not seen one but many of his friends and family had found footprints and had lost livestock to the yeti). Dhan had been a porter for the past 13 years and besides hauling most of our weight, he left us feeling safe and secure as there had historically been numerous muggings on the trails during low season.

Our four day trek started out at 3000 ft and wound its way up to near 11000 ft by the third day. The final day and a half would then be spent winding our way back down the valley via a different trail to our starting point. Along the way, communities of locals were spread across the valley in numerous small villages, usually containing no more than a dozen buildings. When were tired, we stopped to rest at trailside stands and drank milk tea (I now actually enjoy the stuff) and snacked on granola. At night we stayed at local 'tea houses' on the trail. The tea houses were no more than small simple hotels with an adjoining kitchen for food. The rooms were simple to say the least and cost $1-$3 a night for the both of us! We spent the evenings sipping tea around a pot belly stove and eating dal bhat, the local curry of lentils and beans, along with rice. Dhan would tell stories of growing up in a small mountain village, helping out on the farm and hunting snow leopards (or tigers as he continuously called them). If anyone ever visits Pokhara and see's a man in a Sports Basement tee, it is no doubt Dhan as Chad gave him his.

The mountains stayed hidden behind the clouds for most of our trek. The downfall of visiting in the off-season is the rain and clouds but the upside is that we had the countryside to ourselves. Trails that normally received 250+ new trekkers daily in high season were lucky to have 10 this time of year. We welcomed the peace and serenity as we plotted along. We awoke before dawn on day 3 to attempt a nearby hill that had 360 degree views of the Annapurna mountains, but found a torrential downpour outside. By the end of day 3 we had only been able to view the huge peaks for a handful of seconds in between cloud cover but on the fourth morning Dhan woke us up at sunrise to beautiful mountain views of the surrounding mountains, some reaching over 25,000 ft tall! Overall the trek was definitely something neither of us will ever forget. It was a excellent way to relax after our month in India.

Oh, and in case you were wondering.......
Final Leech Count Chad: 5
Final Leech Count Colleen: 5
Number of leeches we pulled off our shoes with salt sticks before they were able to attach to our skin: hundreds

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