One more thing…

Back in May, as a prize in the Amari Rincome rally, I received two tickets for the Chiang Mai Night Safari, something of a zoo where you can do nighttime trips through the park filled with wild animals.
The park doesn’t have a great reputation. Built by everyone’s favorite, ahem, politician, Thaksin as one of the projects which was to raise Chiang Mai’s profile, it was said to have broken the rules of CITES, which regulates the trade in endangered species and derivative products.

One aspect which might be confusing is that, though the park is called the Chiang Mai Night Safari, it’s open most of the day, including evenings.

Niamh and I were wanting to go from the moment I got the tickets, but it simply never happened. And now, with my upcoming departure, I figured I had to act quickly and decided to head out and do the ten kilometer drive south to visit the Night Safari.
The park has three areas. The first is more like a regular zoo, a series of enclosures set around a lake, where you can walk around at your own leisure, and two restricted areas which only can be toured using the guided tours by tram/bus. It’s of course these last two zones and tours which are the reason d’etre of the park, though the first zone is pleasant enough in its own right. And, for the first zone with a ticket price of only 100 baht, 2 euros, you’d expect it to be quite busy during the weekends.
Not so. The whole park, though seriously enjoyable, was very quiet.

That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the silence. Yesterday, Todd, Felicia, Ian and myself threw a going away party at Chai’s. Though the hangover was surprisingly mild today, I was so tired, I felt I could have slept away the whole Sunday.

Chiang Rai and Chiang Saen

My last trip inside Thailand before my departure in under two weeks saw Todd, Felicia, Pascal and myself drive up north, to Chiang Rai and Chiang Saen, for the weekend.

On opposite outskirts of Chiang Rai, we visited the Wat Rong Khun, designed by Chalermchai Kositpipat, and the Black Magic Village, created by Thawan Duchanee.
In Chiang Rai, the Lebanese eatery seems to be closed, resulting in us opting for an excellent pizza at some Mediterranean style restaurant. Part of the problem here was my taking the PS2 on the trip and Pascal and myself, sick as we are, finishing God of War II before going out in search for food.

We also ascended both the mountains Doi Tung, with remnants of chedis (stupas) a mere 1100 years old, and Doi Mae Salong, where we enjoyed tea in one of the many Chinese influenced villages.

Outside Chiang Saen, right on the Mekong river, we hopped on one of the boats shuttling between Laos and Thailand and also visited the rather grand Hall of Opium, one of the better museums in Thailand, on the history of opium growth and use. Quite surprisingly, harm reduction isn’t looked down upon here.

Not carpet burn

Moving into the last stretch, I got all excited last week, about to play Singstar Abba on the PS2, turning a corner on the moat, when my bike slipped away from under me. Luckily, no car was at my back, meaning I survived the incident with only scratches and bruises.
Yes, I was totally sober. Which is exceptional in itself.

Pascal turned out to have inherited Ben’s PS2. So, I got myself some mics at Central Airport Plaza, only to find that getting any version of Singstar in this town is a near-impossibility. Guitar Hero and Rockband everywhere, though. So maybe I should specialize in those…

Om nom nom

A few weeks back, a few of us had what probably is the best Sunday brunch in town, at The Chedi. It’s probably also the most expensive Sunday brunch in town. Then again, the free flowing mojitos make up for a lot, even though the food is excellent to begin with.

Feedback needed, motherf**kers!

Over the past few days, I revamped my website. Let me know what you think. What works? What doesn’t?

It was time for a new aesthetic. The design is based on work by Styleshout, always a source of excellent free designs.
Prototype and Script.aculo.us were replaced by jQuery, LightboxJS was replaced by Slimbox.

I’ve now also taken a very different approach in relation to ‘membership’ of this site and commenting. I’ve integrated the very interesting, possibly excellent, Google Friendconnect, which now is supposed to take care of article ratings and comments. Besides this lowering the threshold for users to become a ‘member’ of this site, I hope it will also reduce the amount of spam comments I’ve been getting, specifically recently.

There are no more ajax requests on the site. It seems that using jQuery and some unobtrusive javascript also does the trick. One advantage of this is that photo collections with articles now don’t need to be paged to see all photos.

The archive has been revamped as well. The calendar view, though very pretty, was taking too long too load, regularly timing out.

In related news, I’ve also closed a few of my websites over the past few weeks. Babasprojects.com now redirects to the assignments page on this website, 10GoodReasons.com now redirects to ComeAndPlayWith.us and StreetsOfIran.com has been taken offline. Travelhog.net, I suppose the website which ignited my love for web development, has been retired, redirecting users to the Travelhog group on oneview.com (and, incidentally, I’d suggest using Diigo, not oneview, for something like this in the future). You can still make your bookings, now from travelogues page on this site.

So, do let me know what you think. I’m curious.

F**king social media

My client for what is to supposed to be a web2.0 application, OVCsupport.net, could use a bit of insight into what ‘social’ means. In fact, though originally claiming to want something akin a social network, they’re stripping more and more dynamic and, indeed, social functionality from the site under development, aiming for more and more control of the content. Of course, this can only, ultimately, result in failure, recreating, in effect, a sparsely visited archaic website, presenting stale content, with no communication whatsoever, pushing content in one direction without allowing users to contribute meaningfully.

The above presentation is from last year, made by Marta Kagan. Recently, she made an updated version.

The presentation below starts of with a lot of very ridiculous but true number crunching. The numbers so big, it’s funny.

It’s mellow in Melaka

The Portuguese, Dutch and British influence in Melaka is so clear, it makes it hard to accept it’s in the most south east of South East Asia. The town square is surrounded by red brick Dutch colonial architecture, the low houses next to the Melaka river are straight out of some French colonial town, the food is as eclectic as in any European tourist town. And the weather, when we arrived, was as northern European as it gets: rainy and gloomy.

Still, Melaka is lovely. We’re staying at the Number Twenty Guesthouse, an old colonial building from the 17th century with basic but decent rooms, a wonderful lounge area and the excellent resident cat Thomas, a girl, who was good enough to claim our bed as his own.

Arriving a bit later than expected, we strolled around the more commercial part of town, where we found two huge and modern malls, one with a decent English book store, the other with a video arcade which introduced me to yet another new rhythm game, EZ2Dancer, a combination of DDR and ParaParaRevolution. Excellent gameplay!
The game, which requires you to dance as well as wave your hands in accordance with on-screen instructions has been around since 2000. However, due to Konami winning a lawsuit in 2005 against the creators of this game for EZ2Dancer being to similar to Beatmania, the producers of EZ2Dancer went bankrupt.

On our second day, we headed over to Tanjung Bidara, a pretty beach some 30 kilometers from Melaka, for which we had to take three buses to get there, while hitching a ride back from the resort due to lack of public transport. On the weekends, the beach is probably still busy, but on the Tuesday we were there, it felt so deserted, we could have assumed the end of the world had arrived, without anyone letting us know.
We had first wanted to go to the nearby island of Pulau Basar, but apparently, there are no operating resorts at the moment, as are there no shops, restaurants or cafes. So we opted for the slightly easier option of Tanjung Bidara.
Luckily enough, none of our gear was stolen by, as we later found out, the monkeys prowling the beaches. Perhaps they only work on the weekends.

It seems Melaka’s more touristy area make its money on weekends. On our first day, a Monday, almost all cafes and restaurants were closed. On the second, a few were open, but though on Monday we had a superb dinner at Selvam, an Indian run roti house and the second place in Malaysia where we at superb Indian foods, after Kasim Mustafa in KL, we wanted to try something else on Tuesday, which meant really searching hard for something still open at… 8pm.
When asking for some suggestions from a lady who was trying to get us into her teahouse, we were told there really was only one option available to us, the Geographer cafe. Why? “Well, you see, this is Tuesday”.
Though costing us three times as much as Selvam, while selling international fusion dishes (and gado-gado), the food and the place itself were both very decent.
Afterwards, we rewarded the tea lady with a visit to her tea house. There, after entering the gate, we had to walk through a 50 meter long pretty alleyway, which, after turning a corner, opened up into a beautiful Chinese teahouse, formerly a temple. All the while, in the alleyway, I was half expecting to be clobbered on the head at some point, the whole thing a ploy to relieve me of my assets.

In the teahouse, we were joined by two older Chinese ladies, who first talked about a long list of options we had for choosing what kind of tea, after which we received a private lecture on the benefits of tea in general, our picked tea, some black tea variant, in particular, as well as on the history of the 350 year old tea shop.
The Zheng He tea shop is connected to the museum with the same name, which, of course, relates to history of China’s most famous seafarer.
Later, we visited the museum, where we found a whole area dedicated to Gavin Menzies’ theories. Though the building is relatively new, at 350 years, the facade is claimed to be the same Zheng He used in the 15th century.

Strolling around town, before heading back to KL, we found Melaka to be a cute little town, but with a strong focus on tourism. We missed the recently renovated Portuguese area of town as well as a chance to have little fishies nibble away at our dead skin. Simply too little time.

Food and fun in Malaysia

To our surprise, smoking is still allowed pretty much everywhere in Kuala Lumpur, outside and inside. Restaurants that don’t allow for smoking inside are the unusual exception. Even at the breakfast table of our hotel it’s possible to puff away at your heart’s desire.
Though that doesn’t mean the packets of smokes on sale don’t carry the same nasty pictures as in Thailand, which now has a nearly total ban on smoking inside of cafes and hotels. The worst, one I’ve not (yet) seen in Thailand is a picture of a dead, aborted I presume, baby, with the message that smoking causes miscarriages.

Prices are significantly higher than in Thailand. Though restaurant food is affordable compared to European standards restaurants are typically 50% to 100% more expensive than in Thailand, it’s particularly the beers which can make the restaurant bill pricey.
Yesterday, we had some excellent food at the very pretty The Old China Cafe, where the jug of beer we had ended up taking up half the bill. Walking upstairs in the restaurant, to check out what the background story in the menu claimed was an ‘antique gallery’, I stumbled upon something of a reception for laid-off actors. Walking in, all eyes quickly focused on me and I was invited to join for drinks and snacks. I stealthily made my getaway.

It’s not unreasonable to compare Kuala Lumpur, KL, with Bangkok, both capitals of South East Asian tigers Thailand and Malaysia which, together with Indonesia, experienced GDPs growing well above 7% per year in the 1980s and 90s. However, KL is surprisingly small, with less than 2 million inhabitants, while Bangkok has over 8 million. The downtown area of KL is manageable on foot, with the major sites in a 2 by 2 kilometer square.
Also, the racial makeup of the city and, so it seems, the country, is completely different compared t Thailand, resulting in a very different cultural outcome, noticeable in everything from religion to architecture to food to cultural focus.
The dominant religion of Malaysia is islam, with some 60% of the country practicing it, brought to present day Malaysia by Indian traders from the 15th century onwards. However, with invasions and takeovers by, in succession, the Portuguese, the Dutch and the British, and also the introduction of foreign labor as well as the migration of many regional adventurists, some 20 percent of the country practices Buddhism, some 10 percent is Christian, with about 6 percent being Hindu.
Indeed, about 60% of the population is ethnic Malay, 24% is Chinese and some 8% are Indians. However, walking around KL, it seemed the percentage of Indians is much, much higher, not in the least witnessed by the existence of Little India, at least rivalling Chinatown in size, if not being significantly more active, economically and culturally.
Islam isn’t as prominent ‘on the streets’ as it is in most middle eastern countries. However, Malaysia does deploy the sharia, at least to some extent, and in one of the newspapers we bought, a critical article was headlined with “Is whipping the answer”, after a woman was sentenced to six lashes for drinking alcohol.

On several occasions, walking around KL, I was reminded of Tokyo, much more so than Bangkok.

A visit to Kuala Lumpur isn’t complete without a view of the clubhouse where it all started (hashing, that is) in 1938, the Royal Selangor Club, though it’s now an exclusive members only clubhouse (I nearly creamed my pants when stumbling on the original Hash House.), and a visit to the Petronas Twin Towers (‘the highest twin towers in the world’).

Tickets to the skybridge of the Petronas towers, about 170 meters off the ground, are free, but ‘only’ 1700 are given away each day, from 8:30AM onwards, when the ticket booth in the basement of the towers opens up.
After a few beers at the rooftop bar of the Backpackers Travellers Inn, we had too short a night’s sleep, but still managed to get up at seven this morning, and after breakfast got our asses over to the towers to queue up at 8:45. When all the tickets had already been given away. On a cloudy and rainy Sunday morning.
Apparently, tourists start to line up at 7 in the morning. Yes, even on a Sunday.

As an alternative, you can go up the KL tower, the fifth highest communication tower in the world and at 421 meters, only some 30 meters lower than the Petronas towers. The tower’s marketing materials still claim the tower is the fourth tallest, but with the recently built Borj-e-Milad in Tehran, at 435 meters, the KL tower slipped a place in the list.
The viewing deck on the KL tower is more than 100 meters higher than the public gallery on the Petronas towers. On the other hand, the price to get in is a scandalous 38 Ringgit, some 8 euros.

If you’re wondering (or even if you’re not), of the ten tallest towers in the world, only two are in Europe, and both of those are in Eastern Europe (in Moscow and in Kiev).

Interestingly, the tower is also used as an Islamic falak observatory, to look for the crescent moon to mark the beginning of Ramadan. With a lot of the architecture in KL, the Muslim influences are apparent. In the KL tower, Iranian craftsmen from Esfahan were responsible for multiple typical islamic artistic designs, including several muqarnas.
Kuala Lumpur has partnered with three sister cities in Iran, Mashhad, Esfahan and Shiraz.

When we arrived, the yearly towerthon, a race to the top, using the tower’s staircase, had just ended.
Later, in unrelated news, we forgot to pick up our umbrella, which we weren’t allowed to take up, from reception. I suppose this is the fate of umbrellas. If umbrellas were people, suicide rates amongst umbrellas would probably be the highest in the world.

After the rather impressive views from the KL tower and visiting the attached mini zoo which, amongst other things, housed huge spiders which were fed with baby mice, we strolled around town, taking in some of the more major sites.

The city is only just over 150 years old, founded in the mid 19th century by adventurists, after tin was discovered at the confluence of the Klang and Gomback rivers, now in the heart of KL, them naming the area ‘muddy confluence’, that is, Kuala Lumpur. So, with the strong British influence at the time, the city was spaciously laid out and obviously had strong British colonial influences. Perhaps most surprisingly is the central square, independence, or Merdaka, square, which is a grassy field, and a former cricket ground. Then again, this was a British colony.
Also, the city has quite a few very attractive, though sometimes rather dilapidated, art deco architectural gems.

We’re staying in the D’Oriental Inn. Pretty decent, and an actual hotel, not a hostel, while being affordable. Pleasant, after getting a whiff, last night, of the Backpackers Travellers Inn.
We even received a welcome drink. Orange or mango juice. In a tiny glass. Excellent! Oh, and free wifi of mildly acceptable quality. On the downside, we’re pretty much in the middle of KL’s version of the Chiang Mai Night bazar.

Another superb meal was had just off Asian heritage row, at Kasim Mustafa. We went in for a quick snack, but left with tummies filled with garlic nan, cheese nan, sauces and two huge chicken skewers. Super yum.

Airfares, give me low airfares

I recently was made aware of lowfares.com, which claims to offer, you’ve guessed it, low airfares. A grand idea and using a different concept than simply being yet another search engine for airline prices. It’s hard to compete with the likes of Expedia.
The concept is to compare existing booking engines, in a way not too dissimilar to what HotelsCombined.com does for hotel bookings. However, there, results from the different providers are all compared on one page, whereas lowfares.com simply spawns windows with the search results on different booking engines for the flight you’re interested in. And then only a maximum of three.
What’s worse, it has issues recognizing the locations you type in, unless you select them from an autocomplete dropdown, which sometimes takes its time appearing.

As a test, I tried searching for flights between Bangkok and Johannesburg. First of all, for Bangkok I had to select one of the two airports there, whereas most booking engines allow you to select ‘all airports’ in a given city. Second, as said, I could only compare three engines out of the (only) five lowfares.com had available (but not Expedia). Third, two of the three booking engines returned no results and even complained about my search criteria. I was left with search results from only one booking engine.

To be fair, I also checked for domestic American flights. After all, the online travel industry is still dominated by US based companies. Checking for flights from New York to Miami, I now was able to select ‘all airports’ for New York. Also, my range of available booking engines now totaled 11, but I was still only able to select three.
Now, however, my web browser Safari blocked one of the three websites, leaving me with two. Both offered a range of options, but both were offering pretty much the same range, with the cheapest ticket coming in at 169 USD. I have to say, a return flight from New York to Miami for under 170 USD is cheap, but using lowfares.com was not much of a help.
Indeed, if I’d checked Expedia, which I would have done under normal circumstances, I would have found an airfare of 169.20 USD, making use of lowfares.com pretty much pointless.

The site uses the same system for hotel bookings, making it very similar to the afore mentioned HotelsCombined.com. However, here, too, only three booking engines can be compared at a time. A test for hotels in Chiang Mai resulted in one of the three booking engines not recognizing Chiang Mai, while none of the remaining two were able to beat the prices which HotelsCombined.com came up with, though all three had the same hotel listed as the cheapest available.

Lowfares.com also allows you to book vacations and lists news, which simply seems to be an aggregated RSS feed.

Overall, the site seems to have been put together in too short a time, without too little thought, providing too few benefits.

Exploring Chiang Mai

Benno went home yesterday, after spending a good week here in Chiang Mai. The silly bugger is currently running up a 24 delay in Bangkok.

Luckily, work didn’t occupy me as much as I had feared earlier, so we were able to do quite a few things over the past week, including a Thai cooking course, this time at a different school, and a two day trek with Chiang Mai TIC travel close to nearby Chiang Dao.

The trek was surprisingly tough, where on the first day we had to trek for three hours or so, ending up in a small Lahu village on top of a mountain with superb views. We were lucky that both the sun wasn’t shining much and the rains didn’t sweep us off our feet. Particularly the last 30 minutes or so the incline was so steep and the ground so muddy that, had it rained, we would have been unlikely to be able to get up.

Music

Riding on the back of the recent free-Iran wave, Valley Entertainment is giving away a Bob Dylan cover of I shall be released, sung by Mahsa Vahdat and Melissa Etheridge. The song isn’t too bad, but I’m less impressed by tying the commercialism to the recent Iranian revolts.
The same record company has a much more funny record on sale, Lullabies from the Axis of Evil.

Paying good money for a lot of shit

Yesterday, I had a very cute Thai girl stick a tube up my ass while she was massaging my gut. Gotta love this country.

After having read of the fabled coffee enema years ago, it was now time for Niamh and myself to undergo the ceremony ourselves. Unfortunately, we were not allowed a coffee cleansing, having to opt for a saline solution instead.
Newbies aren’t considered to be ready for the intimacy of a coffee enema.

Having slipped out of my clothes, into a gown, I had to sit on a cross between a hospital bed and one of those machines doctors use to check up on pregnant women. A very cute Thai girl lubed up a rubber tube and plonked it in my ass. Over the next hour, no less than 25 liters of water was going to be pumped into my hind quarters.
No, though I was a bit worried at first, you don’t get all 25 liters stuffed up your colon in one go. The idea is to try and keep two liters or so ‘in’, at a time, after which you’re supposed to push all the stuff out from your colon. Yes, basically, you have to shit on the bed.

The bed has a hole right under your ass, which collects the shit, which is then led through a transparent tube from under the bed, alongside the bed, until it disappears behind you. A mirror allows you to see what’s running away from between your legs and, if you look next to you, you can see everything running passed you again. Indeed, this is kinda gross.

After about twenty liters, some stomach cramps later, which were nicely massaged away by said cute girl, I was ready to go home. The whole process is very tiring, but, perhaps surprisingly, does feel like a bit of a release. I had to sit through another five liters before I could wrestle myself free from the tube, which was followed by me sitting on the toilet for another 15 minutes, emptying my gut. By the time I got back to the lounge, Niamh, slightly worried for my long absence, had been waiting for me for a good twenty minutes.

Though ‘my’ girl was very cute, Niamh’s was a bit more practical. She told her we were not supposed to drink alcohol or eat fish or spicy foods for the next day or so. Apparently, they upset the colon more than most.
Of course, this was not likely to happen. To start with, we enjoyed an excellent salmon benedict at Smoothy Blues.

Niamh’s girl also told her she shouldn’t expect a stool on Sunday. I of course excreted a big one right after getting out of bed the next day.

“Freedom is not free. The veterans gave it to you.”

It also being the fourth of July, the American consulate was celebrating America’s birthday again, this time at the municipal stadium, I suppose for more room.
The hot dogs were better this year, but I opted for a spicy chicken burger from McDonalds, who had set up shop on the grounds. Decent beers and, like last year, a pie eating contest.
Unfortunately too late to sign up for the pie eating, I managed to squeeze in, with a bit of help from Felicia, to the watermelon eating contest. Each participant getting a wedge, the person to first finish the wedge winning the contest. I finished over two minutes before the second place contestant.
Indeed, you are reading the blog of the watermelon eating contest winner of the American fourth of July celebrations in Chiang Mai, Thailand. How does that make you feel?

I originally had wanted to get in on my Iranian passport, after America had opened invitations for its annual celebrations across the world for Iranian diplomats. However, last week, these invitations were retracted, supposedly after the unrest following the Iranian elections.
In the end, it wasn’t necessary to show any ID, as we all walked straight in. The celebrations were less patriotic as the year before, but the evening’s ending with a prayer, followed by some idiot claiming that freedom was giving by veterans was a bit too much.
I really don’t think that Americans fighting in Vietnam, Korea or Iraq have given any freedom to the Americans staying at home.

Afterwards, an American party at the reasonable Martini bar, where Obamartinis were going for 120 baht and a sheesha was a respectable 200 baht, was followed by the surprise of the evening: Fabrique at the slightly dodgy looking President hotel.
Pascal and Todd had left us at the Martini bar to, ehm, regroup, so Niamh and myself sandwiched Felicia on my bike to drive to the President, where we found a huge traffic jam, a completely jam-packed car park and lots of half drunken teenage Thais. In short: quite a promise.
From outside, we could see hot gogo dancers dancing on what seemed to be tables in the restaurant area. With free entrance and rather energetic dancing, this looked better than Star Six. Leaving the restaurant/club behind us, we walked on, passed marble columns and fancy couches, to be stopped by a girl selling us entry tickets as a farang tax. Felicia, considered Thai, was left alone. Some debating later, we forked out the 4 euro, which included a free drink and walked on to the main, totally packed, dance area.
Then, pushing through to the bar, we ordered a gin and tonic, after which we were promptly escorted to a separate area, behind the dance hall. Outside again, in what turned out to be probably the classiest lounge area in Chiang Mai, we sipped on a few drinks and gobbled up some snacks before heading home, passing a live band playing in the dance hall to a berzerking crowd.
Of course, just like Spicy or the Van, Fabrique most likely is owned by a high level cop.

The Dutch are coming

Last Thursday, the Dutch-club-in-Chiang-Mai-to-be came together for its kickoff meeting. Also, the first honorary Dutch consul to Chiang Mai was going to be presented. However, because his vetting isn’t finalized yet, both the Dutch queen and the Thai king still have to approve, he couldn’t give a proper speech in his capacity as honorary consul and, as a result, only briefly said ‘hi’. Turned out, it’s the prominent hasher Dyke Converter, who can always be trusted to, when called onto the ice, to do so bare-back.

Can I get up please?

Probably the best way for keeping track of your website uptime is Are my sites up? Having commercial packages available, their free account, supporting up to five websites, rocks.

Hardware and music

I recently bought a new external hard drive. As a result, I’m moving some stuff around as well as consolidating some very old photos. Hence the few oldies which have recently appeared in my photostream on Flickr. Also, with these uploads, the total number of photos I host on Flickr has now surpassed 16000. Similarly, the photos on my hard drive now number over 75000.
Likewise, I’ve got about 18000 songs.

Rape

A recent study showed that a quarter of South African men admitted to having raped a woman.

Iranian elections

I’ve been quite surprised, and worried, while feeling ambivalent, about what’s going on in Iran at the moment. As opposed to most other muslim countries, Iran has something of a facade of democracy. However, as the religious council has to approve every single presidential candidate, the people’s choice is, obviously, still quite limited.
Now, with Mousavi, the defeated candidate in this year’s election, being slightly more liberal and certainly more photogenic, the world at large seems to think that because Iran’s middle class is very vocal and has an idea on how to use citizen media, Mousavi must be the answer to all Iran’s democratic woes.

Mousavi’s Wikipedia page puts him up as an extensive liberal, but this has to be taken with a grain of salt. His candidacy for the presidency, too, was vetted by the religious council and the views as listed here would have never allowed him to stand.

Ethan Zuckerman has an excellent post on the Iranian election and citizen media. It resulted in my throwing in my two cents worth:

Note that the voting results for 2005 were actually almost identical to this year’s: 61.69% for Ahmadinejad and 35.93% for Rafsanjani, though Ahmadinejad scored less than Rafsanjani in the first round of voting.
However, with, then, some 64% turnout, this year’s turnout of 85% is astounding. Perhaps, in the light of some 30 towns having a voter turnout of over 100%, this can be easily explained…

Also, on vote rigging, Rafsanjani, in 2005, complained of voting irregularities as well, which, in the light of Mousavi being seen as a proxy for the Rafsanjani family, starts to indicate that this year’s election could simply be something of a rerun of the previous one.

But back to citizen media: Indeed, Mousavi’s support is significant, but, if anything, not likely enough to be a significant majority of the population, though perhaps the most vocal and, surely, visible.
In ‘the west’, the lower classes of society typically don’t often make the news, then when they, en masse, vote for a right wing candidate, everyone is suddenly shocked at not being able to see this coming (Le Pen, Wilders, BNP, Haider).

Clearly, Ahmadinejad has quite some support. We just don’t hear much about it.

A good article with lots of background information, followed by a second article, appeared in the Asia Times. Both were written by M K Bhadrakumar, a former career diplomat in the Indian Foreign Service.
Excellent analysis, though his mentioning of Twitter in both articles feels out of place.

A quick Bangkok run

Just like that, Niamh and I decided to head to Bangkok last Thursday. Pretty much all weekends until the end of July are already somehow booked up, meaning there really was little choice.
A quick run to the train station meant we had one of the last few lower bunks on the train to The City of Angels. No, not Los Angeles.
The full, ceremonial, name of the city, given by King Buddha Yodfa Chulaloke, and later edited by King Mongkut, is Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit, which roughly translates to The city of angels, the great city, the eternal jewel city, the impregnable city of God Indra, the grand capital of the world endowed with nine precious gems, the happy city, abounding in an enormous Royal Palace that resembles the heavenly abode where reigns the reincarnated god, a city given by Indra and built by Vishnukarm. Vishnukam, in case you're wondering, is the Hindu presiding deity of all craftsmen and architects.

Friday was spent as proper tourists, visiting the Grand Palace, the next door Wat Pho and, across the river, the 82m high Wat Arun.

Saturday, after an evening out with, amongst others, Greg and Frika, as well as unreasonably expensive beers at a tapas bar on Bangkok's gay party strip, we took it easy and 'did' four malls and the Bangkok Art and Culture Centre, before heading out with the same crowd again, in honor of Mikael, Frika's dude, his birthday.
At the tapas bar, the cheapest beers were going for 170 baht, about 3.75 euros. The same go in Chiang Mai for about 40 baht, under a euro.

On Sunday, before heading out by train, back to Chiang Mai, we visited the Italian renaissance style Ananta Samakhom Throne Hall as well as the next door zoo, where the Kenya Boys were giving an indigenous African acrobatics show.

I've now been to Bangkok a dozen times or so and I'm slowly starting to like the city. At first, I wasn't too impressed: It's noisy, busy, sprawling, relatively expensive, has no functioning downtown area. However, with each visit, I get into my comfort zone a bit more. I've got a favorite place to stay, enjoy the Art and Culture Centre, like strolling around in some of the malls and now know at least one place where it's good drinking.
If you know your way, it's easy to relax in the city. However, the city of angels also easily overwhelms.

Technika

MBK had the new rhythm game Technika, or DJ Max Technika, in one of their arcade areas. With some similarities to Tap Tap Revolution, you have a multitouch screen to tap with your fingers, following the beat of the current song. Indeed, in a way a DDR for your fingers.
I played only one game, there was a queue of young Thai schoolboys enjoying my performance but really waiting to play, and enjoyed it. There's a series of videos of the game over on YouTube.

Apparently, there's a port about to happen for the DS. Yum.

Nesting in Chiang Dao

The weekend was spent in Chiang Dao, at the Nest, a lovely little collection of bungalows, where the owner makes the best Thai-European fusion food. Mostly, the weekend ended up being a collection of eating, drinking, smoking, sleeping and playing the name game.
In the name game, two teams take turns amassing points by one team member drawing a semi-famous individual, on a piece of paper, from a hat, then trying to explain who that person is without using the person's name. After we started games night at Tuskers on Thursdays, this has easily been proven to be a most popular game.

As tourists, we climbed the stairs to a nearby wat and visited the Chiang Dao caves, where the tour took us past the obligatory turtles, elephants and turtles, in stone, but also a fried egg, nipples and a picture frame.

The Nest also has a nice pool which is slightly too chlorinated.

Hashing in the mountains

Not to be outdone by the week prior, this weekend saw Todd, Felicia, Niamh and myself rent a car and drive down to Om Koi, some 180km south of Chiang Mai, where the CSH3 was having an outstation.
The run, a mild 8k or so, was made more challenging because of the raining season having started earlier this year, meaning that the occasional downpours made stretches of the trail rather hard to conquer.

Indeed, attending the very decent circle which followed at Sunspot's villa, with a 270 degrees panoramic view of the attached valley, meant walking up from the nearest cars could get to his house, roughly the bottom of a very slippery and gooey hill.
Not so much a problem in itself, were it not for the walk back, at the end of the evening. Tired, intoxicated, helped by a five liter bottle of Chivas Regal, and wet, we came out of that journey looking like having been in collective (naked, of course) mud fights.
The most challenging aspect of walking back to the cars, barefoot, was probably the large collection of fresh cow patties on the road.

After finishing the run, I found that my combat wounds consisted of three leeches, which were removed by the head-nurse Miss Piggy using alcohol, iodine, cotton balls and… tobacco. Still, I wasn't the most scarred: Todd came in with no less than five leeches sucking up to him.

Morning, on the second day, came not as early as feared. Due to the reasonably intensive run as well as the free flowing drinks during the circle, everyone was pretty much beat by 1am. Foregoing the morning run, we drove down to the nature reserve Ob Luang, where a sign claims the park is "The land of prehistoric human". A few cave paintings and the remnants of an iron age grave attest to this claim.

Heading back, we managed to get the rented car back only minutes before the designated return time. But we seem to have caught the bug. Though the coming weekend will see two house warming, including mine, the week after might just be spent in Chiang Dao, incidentally the location of last year's outstation.

Eurovision Song Contest

Thank god for modern technology. After having missed the Eurovision songcontest too many years in a row, this time, with a small group of suckers, I watched the singing contest at our local, Tuskers, after setting up my laptop with streaming video and using the big LCD available at the pub. Norway was, indeed, extremely entertaining and the deserved winner. 

Why the UK came in 5th I don't understand, nor why Germany scored so very low. The gay antics of Greece were very entertaining. 

The times they are a-changin’

The past year has been both good and bad, which meant I was living in interesting times over the past 12 months. If you’re following me on Facebook, you might have noticed it already, but Rouzeh and I have broken up this week.

On several levels, it’s been a quite rocky year, while at the same time it’s also been a very good learning experience, primarily towards knowing myself.
Interestingly, as a side note, though the Greek aphorism γνῶθι σεαυτόν (know thyself) is more than well known, not in the least for a slightly mangled version showing up above the Oracle’s door in the Matrix trilogy, the source of this evergreen isn’t certain, attributed to, amongst others, Pythagoras and Socrates.

Of course, there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch, that is, everything comes at a price, or perhaps a compromise, but after a weekend of some heavy drinking thinking, I decided that I should accept this challenge shifting into a direction which sees Rouzeh and myself not be partners.

Indeed, this comes about a year after Betsy and I broke up, making this, for statistics lovers, my shortest, though not unlikely most intense, relationship.

It does mean that my plans for the rest of the year are likely to change. Although my contract here in Chiang Mai runs until September, I wouldn’t have been surprised if my work was going to be less than full time from August onwards, if not earlier. In July, we’re set to do testing on the new OVCsupport.net, but the last two weeks have already been very quiet, while I’m waiting for some inputs and updates.
This meant I was entertaining the possibility of being able to move back to South Africa perhaps as early as July. Now, however, that’s very unlikely. Not in the least because I also just moved into a new place, literally a stone’s throw away from my old pad, but a proper townhouse, with two floors, but no furniture. So I’m very likely to stay here ‘as long as possible’.
Chiang Mai is a good place to live and now, with a proper house to live in, I can really relax. Well, as soon as I have a proper bed, couch and desk… which I should be getting on loan from HDN, as no one is in the office now anyway (because the organization is folding).

I do have the obligation to be in Holland in early October, as my mom already last year had me promise I’d attend her 65th this year. And, also, I might lose my tickets to Europe and on to South Africa if I don’t travel before the end of September, due to USAID (the funder of the OVCsupport.net revamp) budget restrictions.

Just trying to do my best… one night at a time…

Treasure hunt

Over the weekend, Marjoleine, Fi and myself went on the Amari Rincome rally, a treasure hunt by car from the Amari Rincome hotel in Chiang Mai to the Amari resort in Doi Angkhang, a 200km drive through pretty countryside, while we had to solve a series of puzzles along the way and play games at several of the stops.

This being Thailand, we had to also compose a song and, god forbid, perform it. We had to come up with a text related to global warming, while being forced to use a series of words in the text itself. These included mysterious words such as Heew Zuzar and Pa Long Rar Rak. Participants of the rally could choose to do the song in English or Thai, in which case, I’m sure, the obligatory words would have made quite a bit more sense.

To the tune of Yellow Submarine:

On the road to Doi Anghkang
We are singing this little song
Drive safely, and be cool
That way, you use less fuel

Chorus (2x)
Pa Long Rar Rak
Firefly there and back
Go eat noodle Heew Zuzar
Try to walk not use your car

Plant trees, grow avocado
Eat more fruit, use less gasahol
Don’t forget it and just see
Protect our planet, and be free

Chorus (2x)

We were a bit worried we’d have to ‘do’ the song at the evening’s bash at Doi Angkhang. Luckily, the very last game of the day, during the day, was actually performing the piece in front of staff in the gardens of the royal agricultural project, close to the hotel.
Not surprisingly, our attempt at any lyrical genius was pathetic, while received with the loudest of cheers. And, we were happy we had put this challenge behind us.

Then, during the evening’s party, we were called to the stage to perform our ‘special song’… 150 peeps went wild.

We ended up coming in 11th out of 31 finishing cars, but every participant went home with a prize, some with significant prizes, which included air tickets to Laos, Bangkok, Chiang Rai and nights stay in the two Amari hotels.
For us, the winnings were slightly less spectacular, though we still went home with an exclusive brunch voucher, tickets to the Chiang Mai Night Safari and t-shirts.

Both the scenery in Doi Angkhang as well as in Chiang Dao, where we stopped on the way back, are superb.

Unfortunately, no pictures (though Marjoleine has put up a few on Facebook). My camera seems to have finally given up the ghost. Time for a spectacular new camera or a simple point and shoot?

How to write for the web

For my current project, I was asked to compile some resources on how to write for the web. What follows is a brief overview of information available online. About.com has an excellent collection of articles on how to write for the web, which is recommended reading. Most are short, so they’re easy to get through.

More than for other platforms, writing for the web requires the author/blogger to deploy a strategy of multiple platform authoring, where the article, cut of by the reader at whatever length, still has to make complete sense. This means that, as an author, you have to start with the most important bits first, then work your way down.
Directly related to the above is the inverted pyramid, which dictates that the author addresses ‘who,’ ‘when’, ‘where’, ‘what’ and ‘how’ in the first paragraph of the article.

Already in 1997, Nielsen wrote a paper on how users read on the web. In short, they found that web pages have to employ scannable text, using:

  • Highlighted keywords (hypertext links serve as one form of highlighting; typeface variations and color are others).
  • Meaningful sub-headings (not “clever” ones).
  • Bulleted lists.
  • One idea per paragraph (users will skip over any additional ideas if they are not caught by the first few words in the paragraph).
  • The inverted pyramid style, starting with the conclusion.
  • Half the word count (or less) than conventional writing.

They found that credibility is important for web users, since it is unclear who is behind information on the Web and whether a page can be trusted. Credibility can be increased by high-quality graphics, good writing, and use of outbound hypertext links. Links to other sites show that the authors have done their homework and are not afraid to let readers visit other sites.
Users detested “marketese” and as web users are busy, they want to get the straight facts.

Writing summaries

The first text in most web and intranet pages should be a summary of 1-3 sentences. The starter-summary has several important functions (adapted from here):

  • It shows what your page is about; The summary saves your readers time and
    annoyance.
  • It clarifies your thinking.
  • The summary doubles as the text people see in search results.

As a result, criteria for the summary are:

  • Clarity, a simple guide to what is on the page.
  • Making sense as the first text on the page.
  • Making sense alone, if people read nothing else at all on the page.
  • Usefulness in search results.
  • Short.

Four suggested approaches are:

  • The executive summary-summary, a true summary of the entire page’s content, similar to the first sentence in a news story.
  • The key message-summary, conveying the single most important message on the page.
  • The description-summary, the easiest option for the writer, if slightly dull for the reader, it resembles the abstract that precedes an academic article.
  • The instructions-summary, explaining when and how the page should be used.

General tips

For the actual writing, a series of guidelines should be taken into account (adapted from here):

  • The shorter, the better: Simple, direct language communicates your thoughts more efficiently.
  • Active voice: “Do it,” don’t “will have been done” it. Reserve passive voice for situations where you don’t know the subject, such as crime and court reports.
  • Strong verbs: The best verbs demonstrate action. If you’re writing a string of weak linking verbs, think about the action that’s happening in your post, then rewrite a new draft using nothing but nouns and verbs in an attempt to better engage your vocabulary.
  • Attribute sources: Attribution brings you credibility.
  • Contextual hyperlinking: Online narratives should allow readers to “branch off” and click through to other, more detailed, supporting content, depending upon a reader’s level of interest.
    Try to link those URLs to the relevant proper names, keywords and phrases.
  • Use formatting: Break up that boring mass of gray type by using lists, headers, blockquotes, etc.
  • Easy to read: No block of text more than five lines on the screen.
  • Spell check: With both an automatic checker and a manual re-read.

Similarly, a good overview on what makes a good online story.

Tracking the web

Related, when keeping track of postings from around the blogosphere that relate to your own content or blog, this flowchart can be useful to formulate the right response.

Hiep hiep hoera!

Holland celebrates the birthday of the queen on the 30th of April. It’s actually the queen’s mother’s birthday, but as the current queen was born in January, chances are the weather is more appropriate on this spring day than it is in January.

To celebrate, Tuskers, the venue of our weekly quiz night, threw a Koninginnedag (queen’s day) party, which included oliebollen, spijkerpoepen, Berenburg and more. Those in orange could expect a special treat, so I went all out and, besides wearing an orange shirt, found my colleague Niamh (that is, /niːəv/, or Nieve, gotta love Gaelic), willing enough to dye my hair orange.
Lots of Dutchies enjoyed the party, including a bunch of tourists who had done an online search for Koninginnedag Chiang Mai and the festivities were livened up with a plethora of Dutch music, including lots of Doe Maar.

The timing, celebrations on the 30th, was excellent as May 1 is still a holiday in Thailand. Yep, labour day.

The afterparty, the next day at Pascal’s, was nice and mellow, with for dinner an excellent Boeuf Bourguignon prepared by Pascal’s mom and from a recipe by Gerard Depardieu. Before the afterparty, though, I needed a disco nap to regain my composure.
A day later, friends of Steve’s, Rachel and Andrew, arrived for a visit from the UK. Andy looked and acted like a cross between John Simm and Simon Pegg.

On a side note, the assassination attempt on the Dutch queen made the front page of The Bangkok Post. Of the daily physical newspaper, that is.

And what’s going on with the half dozen ghost calls I get every day?

Conference blogging and torture

I’ve started work on my project here in Thailand, a redo of OVCsupport.net. As the pull will be orchestrated through a group blog, one of HDN’s employees, Godsway (Twitter), is set to be the content administrator.

Years ago, I did some work in Ghana for Geekcorps, helping out the radio station JoyFM. Geekcorps was co-founded by Ethan Zuckerman, who made his fortune when selling Tripod, of which he was one of the big brains.
Now, he’s mostly a socially engaged blogger, with a strong interest for how modern technologies can benefit political processes in, particularly, developing nations. Recently, he’s been involved in creating Media Cloud, a platform to help researchers find quantitative answers to questions involving the extent of which and how new media contribute to the spread of news and information.

Earlier, together with Bruno Giussani, he wrote a short practical guide with Tips for conference bloggers.
Now, this would have been extremely practical for the Key Correspondents which HDN has been facilitating over the last few years.
My favorite remark from the guide:

Ideally, you should liveblog, which means that you write the post, and add the links, as the speaker is talking, and publish the post not later than 10 minutes after the speech or panel is over.

Ten minutes!

Godsway won’t be doing much conference blogging, but the emphasis on timeliness should be well taken. As it should for KCs in general.

Torture

I’m an avid follower of Craig Murray his blog. The former UK ambassador to Uzbekistan, his first book brought to light the UK’s and US’ involvement in the oppressive and dictatorial regime in Uzbekistan.

Now, years later, he is preparing for his appearance before the Parliamentary Joint Human Rights Committee, where he’s supposed to give evidence of the UK government having known of and being complicit in the execution of torture.
Surprisingly, though by now well documented, this knowledge has only marginally entered the main stream.

This little blurb aims to give Murray a bit more coverage and, hopefully, contributes to his overall visibility.
You can find more information on his appearance before the committee, this Tuesday, at his website.

Online altruism

Not very surprisingly, I have a strong interest in how ICT solutions can alleviate issues in developing countries. Indeed, I’ve been contributing my share over the past few years. However, more recently, some great minds have come up with interesting projects with an integral web-based component to allow pretty much everyone with an internet connection and some dough to more directly contribute to individuals with challenges in developing countries.
Typically, these projects try to facilitate small enterprises and, in a way, bring microcredit to the masses. Here are a few interesting projects out there:

+ Kiva. Allows you to directly loan money to budding entrepreneurs in developing countries. Quite cool, but rather indiscriminate. I’d be interested in sponsoring businesses in only particular regions of the world or with a particular focus. There’s no way to be notified when relevant opportunities pop up and with Kiva being so popular, you’ll blink and miss ’em.
+ Nabuur.com. Links volunteers (typically in developed countries) with projects (in developing countries). Interesting concept, but I feel the nature of the concept is easily too non-committal to make a real difference. In other words, as a volunteer, it requires a lot of altruistic commitment to stay interested in the long run.
+ 1%club. In Dutch. Similar to Kiva, allows you to select projects you can sponsor directly. However, where Kiva deals in repayable loans, The 1%club deals in donations. I’d be a bit worried about the online reports being seemingly the only way to confirm progress on the projects sponsored.
+ DonorsChoose.org. Similar to Kiva and the 1%club, but solely focused on the US and charity oriented. That is, with Kiva, you expect to get the money back, with this one, you’re giving it away.

With lower profiles and results, there’s also laluz (in Dutch) and playitforward, very pretty, but with an awfully slow website which is not cross browser compliant.

What projects did I miss?

In unrelated but web news, the website jooblii, where you can find out what’s going on when, is beautifully designed. And travel related.

On another unrelated note, I purchased the Nokia 1680 which supposedly is supported by Beetagg for scanning 2D barcodes. Not so. Upgrade or foggedaboudid?

A wet dream come true

Three days in Delft were a whirlwind but fun. Typical Dutch foods you can't easily get abroad. And cheap cigars. But so cold!

The LCD screen I was carrying with me from Johannesburg to Chiang Mai, I carried around in its original cardboard box, nicely wrapped up in plastic at OR Tambo. Already after my first trip, arriving at Heathrow, the box was bent out of shape.
When leaving, I accepted the possibility the screen might not arrive in one piece. And knowing most airlines' policies on shipping electronics, I was prepared to arrive empty handed. Still, with the out of shape box, I walked over to the luggage handling desk in Heathrow and pointed out the problem, suggesting that I open the box in front of them to see whether the screen was still in tact.
The lady helping me pointed out I had signed a limited liability form in relation to the shipment of the screen, and that I could open the box and check whether the screen was still intact, but that it wouldn't make a difference either way. "So 'limited' liability really means 'no' liability", I countered. "Yeah, pretty much". I didn't bother opening the box.

Still, in Chiang Mai, four flights later, the screen arrived in one piece and works, though I had to break open the box to get the screen out.

This week is Thai new year, roughly the beginning of spring as well as the start of the rainy season. Theoretically, the one week holiday should help me work on my backlog, though it's also too easy to party.
Until 1888 the Thai New Year was the beginning of the year in Thailand. Thereafter, 1 April was used until 1940, when the Thai calendar was synchronized with the rest of the world (well, the West).

Originating as a form of purification, lightly sprinkling people with water has evolved into extensive all encompassing water fights on the streets. People drive around in bakkies with containers filled with water, dousing bystanders and being doused in return. As April is the hottest time of the year, it's not a bad way to cool down.
The term Songkran derives from the Sanskrit "Sankranta" and means "a move or change", that is, the move of the sun into the Aries zodiac. Originally this happened at the vernal equinox, the proper beginning of spring, but, as the Thai astrology did not observe precession, the earth's 'wobble', the date moved from March to April, until it was fixed to run from April 13 to 15.

It's a veritable water fest. In the process, though I tried protecting my electronics using plastic sealable bags, my cellphone and my camera seemed to have succumbed to the watery onslaught.

Time for what? The Canon SX1 and a G2?

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