Music and Other Musings

Category: Travel

Taipei, 26 March – 2 April 2017

My maiden Taipei trip in pictures.

Cambodia, 3 Months Late

After several intense months at work, I was desperately in need of a getaway to recharge. Cambodia was a place I had been vaguely thinking of visiting for the past few years so I figured I might as well go now. My trip spanned 19 to 24 November 2016 and I divided my time between Phnom Penh and Siem Reap. As I only had two-and-a-half days in Phnom Penh, my itinerary was rather predictable and covered the usual stops of a typical first-timer’s visit. First up was the Tuol Sleng Museum of Genocide, or S21 as it is known to locals. The former high school was where prisoners of Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge regime were held. I wandered in and out of rooms gazing at the exhibits while the audio guide told heartbreaking tales of prisoners who had died there. The descriptions of their torture were so vivid that it was hard to take in at times. As I was leaving, a tour group near the entrance was listening to Chum Mey, a survivor, recount his experience of being imprisoned.

The next day, I visited Choeung Ek Genocidal Center, located about 17km from the city. The most infamous of the multiple sites which make up the Killing Fields, this served as a mass grave site and final resting place for victims of the Khmer Rouge, many of whom were transported here from S21. Walking around the serene, leafy grounds, you would never have guessed the terrible things that had happened here 40 years ago. The Killing Tree where guards killed babies by bashing their heads against its trunk was one of the most chilling things I saw, along with bits of bone and teeth embedded in the earth. A stupa in the middle houses over 5,000 skulls arranged according to the type of trauma their owners suffered. It made for a grotesque yet mesmerising sight up close.

Siem Reap could not be more different from the sombre capital – the main tourist drag Pub Street was crawling with visitors and exuded a vibrant party atmosphere. Like everyone else, I came to see the legendary Angkor Wat and it was indeed magnificent. However, watching the sun rise over the temple complex was decidedly not as magical as the reviews made it out to be. It was a gloomy morning and the clouds were grey while the temple was shrouded in shadow. On hindsight, joining the half-day tour organised by my hostel wasn’t a good idea as we were allocated a mere 45 minutes for each of the five temples we visited. It didn’t help that I got lost while trying to find the tour bus as I had exited through a different exit at one of the temples. This resulted in everyone waiting for nearly 30 minutes and cut short the visiting time at the other temples.

Cambodia is still struggling to rebuild itself and it shows in the infrastructure – poorly paved roads riddled with pot holes that make walking extremely difficult and hence require the use of tuk tuks to get around, run-down houses (that are sometimes situated next to imposing government buildings) and mounds of dirt by the roadsides. It was very dusty and hot and I wondered more than a few times why I didn’t go somewhere cooler instead. While the food was decent, it was not very memorable, lacking the variety of Vietnamese food and the bold flavours of Thai cuisine. I enjoyed the $1 fruit shakes from the night market though; they were fresh and delicious and the perfect antidote to the humid nights. I also took advantage of the many fish massage parlours around my hostel and got a fish massage for the first time.

With only a few days, I was too tired and time-starved to venture beyond the city. I’m aware that I’ve only seen a small part of Cambodia and I hope that when I return, I’ll be able to see a different side, away from the cheap souvenirs and war-torn narrative.







Primavera Sound Festival, 1 – 4 June 2016

They say the third time’s the charm, and the lure of seeing Radiohead, John Carpenter, LCD Soundsystem and Lush was too much to resist, so back to Barcelona it was for another summer of music by the sea.










Hong Kong, 8 – 15 March 2016

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Thoughts on Hong Kong:

A trip two years in the making, I found myself bound for the land of dim sum, cha chaan teng and skyscrapers in early March. As I sat in the bus that took me to my hostel in Tsim Sha Tsui that would be my home for the next eight days, glimpses of the main island flashed by. Dense doesn’t begin to describe the city. Drab, grey buildings standing side-by-side, piled on top of each other, built on hills, all exuding a gritty vibe. Little alleys and underground basements that unearthed art galleries, tiny eating establishments and other business, if one. The weather was bitingly cold and windy and I was perpetually shivering.

And the people; there were waves of them everywhere, clogging up pavements and jostling for space on the subway and restaurants. It takes great skill to navigate the streets with grace and patience, remembering that this is a city of 7.3 million people, packed together and living and working in close proximity to each other. They seemed jaded and downtrodden, hardy and hardened. They were curt, impatient and lacking in warmth, hardly qualities that endear them to others. Though I am half Cantonese, I cannot speak the dialect. This made communicating with the locals a challenge as most of them don’t speak English. I could sense a certain stiffness when I asked if they could converse in Mandarin instead; they probably thought I was from mainland China.

One of the things that surprised me about Hong Kong was how expensive it is. I ran out of money not once but twice; something that has never happened before, but as the saying goes there’s a first time for everything. I climbed 286 steps to see the biggest Buddha in Hong Kong, hiked a dragon’s back, got shouted at by a group of elderly women playing mahjong, caught some concerts, and savoured piping hot and custardy egg tarts on street corners.

It was good meeting you Hong Kong. I can’t say I’m enamoured of you but there is a certain charm to the chaos and hectic pace at which you run. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but for now, the memories I’ve formed during my short stay will suffice.

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Hanoi, 17 – 24 December 2015

This time last year I was in Ho Chi Minh, and last week I finally got around to exploring the capital of Vietnam. It was a whirlwind 7 days of seeing the Old Quarter, trekking in Sapa and cruising the waters of Ha Long Bay.

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Primavera Sound Festival, 28 – 30 May 2015

Two years on, I found myself back in Barcelona in May for Primavera Sound Festival. Perfect sunny weather and music by the sea, what more could one ask for? They say a picture says a thousand words, so I’ll let mine do the talking. The highlights of 2015’s lineup in images:

Ho Chi Minh City, 18 – 24 December 2014

Some pictures from my recent trip to Ho Chi Minh City. I was there for a week and filled it with lots of street food, exploring and observing the organised chaos of this busy city.

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