I’m convinced my trip is a failure. None of the plans I make ever comes to fruition and I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.
Hmm, maybe it’s because the circumstances change all the time. Which makes deviating from the original plan more sense.And maybe because I wasn’t looking for something when I left it’s unlikely that I find something. Failure is not an option has become ‘failure is good’. 🙂
I was driving the motorbike along some paddy fields when I saw a little pagoda on a small hill. I decided to walk up there and was greeted by an elderly lady. She showed me around as an important looking monk was talking with a couple. Later we were joined by a younger monk. None of us spoke a word of each other’s language and still we had a great time. After an hour I hardly dares to look anywhere as everywhere I laid my eyes on was immediately offered to me.
It’s one of those ‘honey, did you check the gas?’ moments. You’ve been riding your scooter for 8,5 hours through terrain where it was not intended for when you suddenly realize you forgot your passport in the hotel. Surely, I can blame the hotel for not giving it back, but in the end it’s my passport and I should have brought it along. Especially in communist Vietnam, especially when you’re 10 minutes away from your new hotel.Going back the next day would mean 17 hours of hellish ride over a road I had already covered. It would be easier if the passport would come to me. But who could I trust with my passport? And how could I find it back if I didn’t remember the name of the hotel? I’ll spare you the details, especially of the many conversations that were entirely lost in translation. I thank the kind lady of the ‘Dreams’ hotel in Dalat who arranged everything without me even spending the night there (the hotel was around the corner from where I stayed). The anonymous Indian girl who took the passport of a total stranger when it only could mean trouble (you’ll probably never read this, but only let me pay you dinner for you and your driver. I truly hope you enjoyed it!). In the end, it was bound to happen one day during this voyage. I’m glad it did and even gladder it ended this way.
The future is now. It’s surprising that the earth didn’t stop turning when Google released its Google Translate app for the iPhone. Please let me explain what it’s all about.
Thanks to this application from Google you can now speak to your phone and let Google translate it instantly and say the words in that language. The application is free and only requires Internet access. As Internet access rarely costs more than $1-$2 per month in developing countries, this means that you’ve basically got a great translator in your pocket for free.Especially that the application says the translated words is truly amazing. The quality of the translations is great, which isn’t surprising when you realize that Google has the largest text database in the world to draw inspiration…. I use the previous unfinished sentence regularly to illustrate that language is a lot about the expectations in your brain. And quite simply, when you ‘read’ the enormous amounts of text that Google does, it comes as no surprise that they/it are very good in forecasting what somebody is going to say. In any case, the need for learning another language is greatly diminished as our Google overlords have already done this for us. It wouldn’t surprise me if in the very near future you can call somebody and speak in your language and the other person hears it in their language. In addition, I wonder when we’ll think that ‘everybody had to learn a language’ (instead of making sure that 1 program knows it really well) will sound hopelessly outdated. Singularity is near.
This was the first thought that went through my mind when I failed this all important test. Any Vietnamese can pack at least one fridge on the back of his/her bike and I was struggling to attach my backpack on my scooter. Driving a motorbike through Vietnam supposedly is one of the greatest trips in life. I’m going one way (south – north), so a rental bike wasn’t possible for me either. And buying is legally not possible as people on a tourist visa like me, can’t own things in Vietnam. However, a little bribe supposedly fixes a lot of problems here. Determined not to have this great trip taken from me, I started to look for a suitable motorbike. The russian designed and 30+ years old Minsk is the coolest option, but I’ve traveled a bit to long now to work with unreliable gear. As my legal situation is rather weak, buying an expensive bike is a risk from police repossession and resale perspective. I therefore aimed for the most common automatic bike: the Yamaha NouvoLooking for a place that sells motorbikes is actually quite difficult in Vietnam. The main cause is that there are so many motorbikes everywhere that each store/house/bar resembles a motorbike shop to the untrained eye. Mention once that you want to buy a bike and you’re sure to spend the rest of the day from one guy’s house to his cousin and then his brother and… who each got the perfect bike for you for sale. I don’t know whether it is still bad sentiment from the war, but Vietnam’s national sport seems to be ripping of tourists. Asking triple the local price for a motorbike is done without remorse. My first attempt to buy a bike was interrupted by the new year celebrations and the following Ted holiday. When after two weeks the stores started opening again, my eyes were opened by the (relatively fixed) prices of new motorbikes. Afterwards, things went relatively quickly (2 full days). Mini-drama’s with the paperwork were solved by a fixer that I found out of town, who didn’t have any family over here. So, now I’m ready for an epic trip of a lifetime. If I can only attach that damned backpack safely.
(from a trip with a rental bike)
After the eerie music of Olafnur Arnalds ( https://gijsbos.com/musical-interludes-olafur-arnalds ) and the abstract noise of Autechre ( https://gijsbos.com/musical-interlude-autechre-tri-repetae ), one could think I’m a robot. Please let me assure you this is not the case. The subject of this post probably made you shiver with fear. Shakira? Isn’t that the Latin version of Britney Spears, who’s lyrics don’t make sense and has been hanging on to her funny looking hip shaking for half a decade to long?
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, a different Shakira existed. She was a shy girl with brown hair. This Shakira looked shyly in the camera, seemingly afraid that people could look straight into her heart and see the suffering inside. Her Spanish lyrics made sense and she actually sang! I guess nobody misses this Shakira more than herself.
There is a terrible song on this album (Ciega, Sordomunda), but most of are of a rare beauty (Octavo dia, Si te vas) and the ‘goose bumps songs’ Inevitable and Tu.
Recommendation: are you a robot?
The amazing scenery of Cat Tien national parc requires protection from the locals as otherwise it’s beautiful animals will be shot and the trees cut. Therefore, all the tribal people that once lived spread throughout the park are now moved together into a new tribal village. In return, they received a free stone house and support for starting up farming. I could witness myself that several tribal people refused to live in the stone houses (apperently to warm) and had rebuild their traditional bamboo huts next to the new ones and used the new ones as sheds. The discussion centered on balancing the rights of the tribal people and the park (which contains nearly extinct animals). Where does the freedom of the tribal people start and the ideals of the park end? Can they walk freely through the park (yes)? Can they shoot an animal when they are hungry (no)? The rules seemed fairly arbitrary to me.
Without noticing it at the moment, I had a very similar discussion the following day on a nearby island at the endangered primate species centre. How much is a monkey worth? Is it worth a very small chance of finding a cure for a human disease? And if that monkey specie is almost extinct? How can you explain the cost of 1 GPS tracker to visiting local schoolchildren if its 5 times the average annual salary in Vietnam? How much suffering for a monkey is justifiable? Anyway, it wasn’t all doom and gloom at the primate centre as the very friendly and knowledgeable manager and I talked about one of my favorite subjects: data.
The question at hand was: how can we optimize survival rates of monkeys that are released back into the wild? The answer is unknown and hidden in the data somewhere. However, the available data isn’t statistically significant, getting new data in is both time consuming and expensive. While we were looking at a monkey couple that were recently promoted from a cage to the ‘free range’ we thought of 10s of variables that could have an impact on the survival rates (even though the animals are solitary would it make sense to release a group at the same moment at the same location? etc.). What should be the testing sequence given resources, time an budget constraints?
Fortunately, there weren’t just questions, but also a path to an answer. And that was the data. Currently, the stored data is only what is tested (for example: does the survival rate depend on the time of the year where the animals are released?). That test is very important, but forgets to take into account other potentially explaining variables (age, time in captivity before the centre, performance of the monkey during the various stages in the center etc.). By storing all the data centrally a big jump forward could be made in the research.
However, the biggest idea was not storing the centre in a better way, it was opening the data up for everybody to see. Putting it on the Internet, inviting other centers around the world to store their data in a similar fashion and analyze the combined data together.
It was a fun (and heated) conversation, because our backgrounds were so different (evil businessman vs monkey saver). In the end we both thoroughly enjoyed finding ways to get more monkeys to survive in the forest.