Pa-Pae Meditation Retreat

By Mike Huber

After scuba diving and a relaxing month living in Ao Nang, Thailand, I was becoming too comfortable and thought it was time to move north to experience Chiang Mai and its temples and sights near the Laos border.  I didn’t have much of an itinerary, but I had met a pretty cool French guy who highly recommended a Buddhist meditation retreat called Pa-Pae.  It was about an hour’s bus ride north of Chiang Mai.  Having never experienced meditation before, this seemed like a great opportunity.

I was surprised at how well organized the retreat was. It was adjacent to a small village with its own store and a local restaurants, but otherwise this retreat was in its own world separated from everything else. This was the perfect location to practice meditation. Wanting to experience this retreat even deeper I chose to perform a fast (water only) and not speak throughout the four days (the silence was the world’s loss for the four days).

Once settled into my little cabin on the mountainside and changing into the white pants and shirts they provided, it was time to relax until the evening meditation class.  The class would cover the basics of meditation in an attempt for me to clear my mind (never an easy task) and try to find some peace within myself.  Meditation isn’t easy for me.  It took a lot of work to focus on a mantra or an object within my mind and remove all the static from the outside world.

With there being three meditation classes daily and without speaking, I was able to silence my mind, if only for a few moments each class.  In between the meditation classes there were monks who would share their illuminating life stories and also provide answers to the many questions we first timers had.  With not being able to speak, the question-and-answer sessions were my only source of social activity.

Our final meditation ceremony was held around a fire pit.  This is where I almost broke my silence as the wood for the fire was quite wet (we were in a rainforest, after all) and I had an extremely difficult time pantomiming “get some gasoline to get this fire going!”  I did finally manage, though, and the fire was lit. When that evening’s meditation ended, we lit paper lanterns to release into the sky.  My lantern in the photo is the one stuck in the tree. Slip away!

Upon leaving I felt refreshed, rested, and almost ready for the next part of my adventure. I successfully completed the classes, my fast, and even my 92-hour silence. Later that evening I celebrated by stuffing my face with some Pad Thai and talking with my mouth full.  My next retreat should be one that involves learning proper manners.


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Bangkok Part 2: The Wat Pho Temple

By Joe Berk

On our next day in Bangkok, Sue and I visited the Wat Pho Buddhist Temple.  There are numerous Buddhist temples in this fine city, and on this (my third trip to Bangkok), the nod went to Wat Pho.  The colors and the views were stunning, and my 8mm inexpensive Rokinon wide angle manual everything lens earned its pay yet again.  I think it would be hard to find a Buddhist temple in Bangkok that was not impressive.

Wat Pho is one of Bangkok’s oldest temples, and it is one of six temples considered to be of the highest grade Buddhist temples in Bangkok.  It is a royal temple.

Wat Pho has the famous reclining Buddha, which is 15 meters high and 46 meters long. It is one of the largest statues of Buddha in Thailand.
Colors abound at Wat Pho. It is a photographer’s delight.
Buddha images inside the temple.
A colorful tapestry inside the Wat Pho temple.

We later walked around town a bit, including a visit to the infamous Soi Cowboy area (it’s right around the corner from our hotel).  I will post a few evening Soi Cowboy photos in a later blog.

Thailand is two-wheeler territory.  Motorcycles and scooters are everywhere.   There’s more to come on this topic, so stay tuned.

I said I would try to get something motorcycle-related in each of these blogs, and here’s the photo for this one: A Sukhumvit Street stoplight at night, with all the motorcycles and scooters filtered to the head of the line.

Later, folks.  Ride safe.


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Charlie Don’t Wheelie – A Vietnam Motorcycle Adventure: Part 5

By Mike Huber

We awoke in Khe Sanh and felt well rested, semi warmed up, and ready to ride the 270 kilometers to Phong Nha. Phong Nha is home to an elaborate cave system we planned to spend a few days exploring.  As we rode it wasn’t long before the concrete jungle of Khe Sanh morphed into jungle.  The road we chose was a narrow two way street for most the ride with no traffic.  In fact, on one stretch we didn’t see another car for 100 kilometers.  There was nothing but jungle encroaching onto the roads and waterfalls splattering off the pavement, creating little rainbows.  As we whizzed past the rainbows their light patterns would change to create a magical view into the dense lush jungle that surrounded us.  Although we never saw anyone along this section our rule of having an exit path never stopped in the rare event a Terminator would come barreling at us around a blind corner.  Other than being alert for that possible occurrence this stretch of the Hoh Chi Minh Trail was a rider’s dream. It was so isolated and quiet outside the sounds of our motorbikes humming but even that sound was overtaken by the hungry jungle which ate everything it could, including sounds.

The mountain roads provided beautiful switchbacks.  We saw patchy rain clouds below us eerily floating by before they were consumed by the jungle.  This part of the Trail is so remote we filled up water bottles with gas to ensure our bikes wouldn’t go thirsty since there were no gas stations.  Continuing up and down through mountain passes until the sunlight faded, we finally dropped into a beautiful green valley.  Water buffalo wandered into our paths as the roads straightened and the jungles were replaced with open rice fields and farmers.

After a short bit we saw beautiful mountains so steep and high they were giant green anthills surrounding us.  As we stopped to check and confirm our directions to our Home Stay, we heard Buddhist chanting echoing in the mountains. The chanting reverberated off the mountains and it was impossible to tell where it came from.  It fully engulfed us to the point it was vibrating through our motorcycles and even our own bodies.  It was incredible.

The beauty of Phong Nha was beyond description so there was really no option but to extend our stay there by a day just to have an opportunity to tour the Buddhist temple during their Moon ceremony. We explored and hiked many caves, including Paradise Cave (one of the largest in the world).  The extra day provided a much-needed break from riding.  Even 150 miles made for quite a day when you factor in researching the best routes, watching for Terminators, and taking in the culture and sights.

After three days in this magical location, it was time to load the motos and roar (as much as our little 150cc motorcycles could roar) in our northerly direction.  With no defined stopping point on this day it was exciting to just see where the day would take us.   This is never a bad way to travel and rarely fails to provide excitement.  This case was no different as we stumbled on a beautiful eco lodge where we toured island tea fields by boat.  At this lodge there were German riders going in the opposite direction.  This started a great conversation on where to stay for us going north, and for them going south. They showed a video of a rickety old bridge on which you could see the bamboo flipping up in all directions from the weight of the motorcycle. This bridge would be added to our route north.  It also worked as it took us through a more isolated area including Pu Luong National Forest, which had beautiful jungle mountain switchbacks.  As a much smaller road, it would have fewer Terminators.

We arrived at the bridge late in the day and zipped across it several times.  We laughed as we heard the boards clacking one by one when we crossed.  It sounds silly but this may have been our favorite part of the entire adventure to this point. The German riders gave us not only great advice on the bridge, they also recommended a Home Stay next to the nature preserve.  It had great food and all you can drink rice wine included.  The beers were a bit bland but the rice wine was just the change I needed to unwind, loosen up to chat (maybe too much) with the other guests, and enjoy the evening in a hammock after a fabulous Vietnamese dinner.  This wonderful hidden gem of the world led us to extend our stay longer to explore the national forest and its lush waterfalls and our new friends.


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If you missed the first four installments of the Vietnam ride, here they are:

Charlie Don’t Wheelie – A Vietnam Motorcycle Adventure: Part 1 
Charlie Don’t Wheelie – A Vietnam Motorcycle Adventure: Part 2
Charlie Don’t Wheelie – A Vietnam Motorcycle Adventure: Part 3 
Charlie Don’t Wheelie – A Vietnam Motorcycle Adventure: Part 4 

Phavorite Photos: Alone in China

We were somewhere in China approaching Aba after leaving the Tibetan Plateau, and somehow it was just Gresh, Sergeant Zuo, and me.  I can’t remember why we were separated from the rest of our group.  Honking along at a brisk pace and blitzing through one area after another, the photo ops were flying by and I wanted to capture at least some of them with my Nikon.

I finally caught up with Zuo and Gresh and flagged them over.  I asked if I could go back a mile or two and they said they would wait.  We had passed a Buddhist temple with a gold roof.  The overcast skies, the green mountains, the asphalt, my orange and muddy RX3…all the colors clicked.  I needed to commit that memory to the SD card.

When I turned around, I was surprised at how long it took to return to the spot you see above (I think we were on China’s G317 highway, but it might have been the G213).  Then I felt fear:  What if Gresh and Zuo didn’t wait for me?  I don’t speak the language, I had no cell coverage, and I wouldn’t be able to find my way back to wherever.  It was like being in outer space. It was just one of those crazy psycho unreasonable moments that sometimes hits when you realize you’re not in control of the situation.  I snapped a few photos, they looked good enough on the camera’s display, and I wound out the RX3 to get back to my compañeros as quickly as possible.  They had waited.  I was in clover.

About a month later as we approached Beijing some of the street signs were in both Chinese and English, and it was obvious Beijing was directly ahead.  Gresh told me he felt better because if we had to we could find our way home.  I guess I wasn’t the only one having those “out in the boonies” feelings.  It happens.


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