My Pocket Universe

Today I happily received a post package, flipped open my knife and opened it: haha, two night sky planisheres - one for 30-40 Degrees and another one for 40-50 Degrees North. They are made by David Chandler, P.O. Box 999, Sringville, CA 93265 USA. Copyright is 1992. But this planisphere will never need an update, literally until the end of the Universe. This is one of the differences to the iPad application "Pocket Universe" (which I also like, but in a different way). Another one is that the planispheres hold the instruction: read with red filtered flashlight at night. This is much milder to the eyes and helps adjusting to darkness. Of course you might say, the software covers more regions and you can select how deep you want to see into space. True, but the planispheres somehow make me think differently. Once you match date and time zone adjusted time, then you can literally "understand" how the whole thing works. Of course, in the software application you can do things like "fast forward" the star constellations and see them rush over the screen. But who wants to fast forward a night with a clear sky watching the stars? Personally, I think they go exactly at the speed I like it. And if you want to see what is coming behind the Eastern Horizon, just turn the ring of the planisihere a bit. Done!

Of course in Hong Kong I am South of 30 Degrees North and also have to twist the brain a bit on how much difference it will make. And for that little mental calibration process, the iPad application is perfect. 

I had such a planisphere as a boy, which I bought when I was 10-ish from a museum shop in London. This was a big investment from my pocket money: 2.99 Pounds Sterling. Another 10 years later, I gave it away to somebody who joined me star watching one night. Perhaps her children are using it these days somewhere around 52 Degrees North, GMT + 1 hour. Then these 2.99 Pounds would have been one of the best investments I ever made. This makes me remember what I once read on a Powerpoint Slide of my colleague, Professor Patrick Gibbons, who shared kindly his teaching material with me to help me design my courses at the beginning of my University time. There were two questions: "1) What is the price of going to the British Museum on Sunday? and 2) "What is the value of going to the British Museum on Sunday?"

Damn, there is this Taifun passing through the South China Sea heading West towards Hainan. Hong Kong will be covered by the rain bands and heavy clouds during the next few days. Ha, but as soon as the sky clears up, I am ready to put the 30-40 Degree planisphere into practice. Of course, the Hong Kong sky is never as clear as I am used to. But let's hope for Southerly winds and a major power failure. 

A bit like Graduating again

Just finished my second of 10 weeks summer teaching. After that I will be involved in more traveling and from December work again "in corporate", as my 5 years sabbatical is then over. This time feels a bit like decades ago when I went to work after graduation with thousands of ideas. Back then I was lucky to find environments that were very conducive in turning ideas into projects, products and profits. And I feel the same excitement when I will return to Volkwagen in December. Just a few differences are that I do not graduate from University, but I am a Professor. And then there is this strange difference, that I feel short breath when I run up a mountain and somehow 4 times 50 push ups as morning gymnastics don't come so easy any more. But other things come much easier.

Of course I am asked a lot, whether such a sabbatical "makes sense". Depends a bit on what "makes sense" means. Efficiency and "having new ideas" (I deliberately don't use the term "innovation") seem to be bi-polar forces. If you are only efficient by staying on the strait path then you have no new ideas. And if you only have new ideas, then you get nothing done. So, playing with both of them seems the key to "getting new things done". Perhaps this is the true sense of "creativity" in terms of creating something. And after 5 years being inefficient, I am exactly looking forward to do that: getting new ideas on the road - and I mean this not as a metaphor, but quite literally.

As I have just now the teaching load (that's how they call it strangely) of two tenured Professors (104 man weeks) in only 10 weeks, I am actually ten times more busy if you see it in teaching density. Having said that, I already see myself getting lynched on the lift to the Senior Common Room next week: "Did you just say we are lazy? ..." ... Nono, you are just so much more creative! Better have a drink. But only one for me, because I (!) have to get up early, haha!

Visit in the Ivory Tower

I have the privilege of staying in an Ivory Tower for 8 weeks, which is the Blacks College Guest House of The University of Hong Kong. At the breakfast table, I am surrounded by very nice people from all over the world, visiting the University. Some of them are “old fellows”, which mostly have spent their lives in academia, others are young academics who start this path. Because my own lectures are mostly in the evening, there is still time to run up to the Victoria Peak, do one or two rounds on the trail around it, and return. Summer has arrived and it is really a quite demanding exercise. On the way, mostly older Hong Kongers are doing similar routes - everybody at his/her own speed. The former Pinewood Battery plateau is a gymnastic an Tai Chi place in the early morning. People know each other, are relaxed and in a good mood and very friendly. Most of them are actually amazingly fit. Also some younger ones are up and running. But most of them have to get ready for their office cubical (and don’t like physical things anyway). But this seems to be “the other Hong Kong”, because these attributes are bipolar to what the city is in other parts. The scene reminded me of the movie “Morgens um Sieben ist die Welt noch in Ordnung” (At seven in the morning the world is still in order). I guess there must be an old Hong Kong Movie which describes better what I mean. Some of the fellows from the breakfast table, also run and walk around the steep forest slopes behind Pokfulam. Well, education is a way of life. And a nice one.

The University Museum and Art Gallery, which is hosting an exhibition called “Dance Melodies in Colors” featuring paintings of Lalan (Xie Jinglan, 1921-1995). The picture above shows, Enraged Tree, from 1969. It reminded me why I am here, and that the few weeks might be one of the last chances to explore the city a bit more. Let’s see, because the time will be also overpacked with lectures. I already witnessed the final round of the HSBC / McKinsey business case competition which was hosted by HKU and saw how the team from the National University of Singapore (NUS) outperformed all local competition easily. They were really great. The only team which came close was from Tsinghua University. They were also very good, but got caught in the final round by a topic, they were not familiar with (coffee farming in Laos). Anyway, both of the finalists: well done and congratulations to NUS.

Tonight I start my lectures off with “Decision and Risk Analysis”. This is always a fun course, because we have to bring so many dimensions together, ranging from the very technical to the very human. Students usually squeak a bit when it comes to maths. But in the end I hope some are convinced that the “scientific method” makes sense also for some unstructured problems.

Australia: "The Bottom of the Empire"

In his first voyage Captain James Cook approached Terra Australis  from the South, traveled along the East Coast, facing severe encounters with the Great Barrier Reef, then via Timor and today’s Indonesia crossing the Indian Ocean towards the Cape of Good Hope. All along this way, he left his traces naming islands, mountains and rivers - some of them mirroring the despair of the journey after hitting reefs in shallow water, loosing men to pests and accidents. Cook married Elizabeth Batts in 1734, but was more than half of his married life at sea until he died in Hawaii in 1779 in a fight with local inhabitants. Another famous journey was the conquest of the HMS Pandora in the aftermath of the Mutiny on the Bounty during the so-called Breadfruit Expedition. It is amazing how much effort the Royal Navy put into the aftermath expedition to capture and punish the mutineers who were caught in Tahiti and chained and looked in a box cell on board called “Pandora’s box”. Crossing Torres Strait, the Pandora hit the Great Barrier Reef on August 29th 1791. All efforts to drop ballast, like water, food and canons could not safe the ship and it sank the day after. In the last minute the prisoner’s cell was opened. The survivors sailed in rescue boats towards Timor, where they arrived on September 16th. The name ‘Terra Australis’ was coined by Captain Matthew Flinders commanding the HMS Investigator and who published ‘A Voyage to Terra Australis’  in 1814. Flinders was an amazing navigator and his idea of putting iron bars beside the magnetic compass to compensate deviations caused by the ship, became the ‘Flinders bars’. Returning to England in poor health, he died on July 19th 1814, aged 40. His son William Matthew Flinders Petrie became archeologist and Egyptologist.

During my studies of Geosciences at The University of Cologne, I had to specialize on a continent for an important exam. Back then I picked Antarctica for several reasons: 1) it is one of the last frontiers, 2) I was expecting mining exploration activities and a professional outlook there, 3) it is rough, 4) there are no people there (at that time I was a bit introverted - today, I like people if they appear in small bursts and then disappear again). During my exam preparations, I also came across Sir John Franklin, who was mentored by Flinders and crossed later into Antarctic waters and later was given command of the HMS Erebus and HMS Terror in his 1845 Northwest Passage journey, which became Franklin’s last expedition. An interesting insight into this character is the fascinating novel “The Discovery of Slowness” by Sten Nadolny. I liked this book at that time, because is discovers slowness as a positive principle in fast times, and narrates through the eyes of a very slow protagonist, who never wastes time, because he knows his handicap which he managed to turn into an asset. 

The largest island of Terra Australis became Australia. As a British Colony, it was referred to ‘The Bottom of the Empire’ and served as a resource and also for deportations and imprisonment of convicts. Independence came gradually, but even still today Australia is a Constitutional Monarchy under the English Queen Elizabeth II.

Australia is a vast country. A rich and lush nature of the Eastern Coastal regions is contrasted by an ‘empty’ centre behind the ‘Dividing Range’. Sitting in my rented Toyota, I had to realize that driving from Cairns to Darwin through the Outback is a similar stretch than driving from Sweden to North Africa. With the difference that some roads require 4WD and you have to carry extra water and fuel. How much Australia is vonourable to nature, I realized when seeing the damage the last Cyclone and the floods caused in the region around Mission Beach, where a friend runs the Dundee Park Academy which provides education in Rainforest Ecology and Tourism on the premises of a former crocodile park. 

Pioneering spirit outside the cities of Australia is still necessary. There are basically no “jobs” unless you create them yourselves. A large amount of workforce is provided by backpackers and young people who tour the country in a “working holiday” for about 6-12 months. I am pretty sure, that if I would have travelled Australia at that age, I would not have come back. It is too much the “Country where everything is possible” if you want to try out things and work hard and like to be outdoors. You might think: What do Australians have to do with work hard? Well, on the first sight it is hard to spot the difference between being “laid back” and being “lazy”. Of course every place has many different characters. But one difference between being lazy and laid back, which I observed in Australia, is that people do not have to pretend to be busy. When the job is done, they go fishing. And if the job is done at 2 pm, then they go fishing at 2 pm. That’s not lazy. Sitting on one of the world’s largest mining continents and selling commodities to China, seems to have a major impact on the self confidence: “No worries mate”. On the other hand you can sell your commodities only once and the attempt of the former prime minister to levy a heavy tax on mining was intelligent, but finally fueled kicking him out of office with party tricks. The winner of the intrigues was the current Prime Minister, Julia Gillard. And when you listen to what she has to say, you feel that Australia still has a long way to go to arrive in anything close to a “knowledge based economy”. But I encountered most Australians as very friendly people: kind, helpful, reliable. It seems a society in which mutual help was essential for survival and it shaped at least the rural culture very much. And I really enjoyed the “no bullshit” attitude.

What was a surprise for me was today’s situation of the Aborigines. Even in the co-managed Kakadu National Park most Rangers are white. The only presence of Aborigines is hanging around the car park of the local supermarket, in some cases recovering from a hangover or working on the next one. It must be a political deadlock between paralyzing welfare and bad conscious of the white man for historical suppression and cruelty. If the will for a different life does not come from the Aborigines themselves, then every effort to improve their situation will be seen as threat to their culture. It is still a sad story.

There are many “characters” in Australia. And like everywhere in the world, the closer you get to the frontiers, the more interesting they become. It is like in South-East-Asia and Micronesia, where you can still bump into people, of which you thought they do not exist any more these days: real adventurers, entrepreneurs. A lot of this is of course my personal preference and taste, but my favorite business characters have always been people like Fitzcarraldo . This is what happens when you were getting Joseph Conrad and Jack London as bedtime stories, and not the Teletubbies or Hello Kitty. During the time of intensive settling in Australia, there were many coming to live their dream, and not all of them succeeded. Some odd things, already became history, like the one of the Catalonian immigrant Jose Paronella, who built a castle with the first hydro-electric power plant in the Queensland rainforest (todays Paronella Park) in 1933. Or Kidman, the largest landowner ever, also referred to as “the forgotten king”, not to be mixed up with Nicole Kidman who played in a romance movie called Australia, a woman running a cattle station. But these kind of people are not gone. Just their habitats are somewhere else, always close to the fine line between what is possible and what is not. One of them is for sure Judy Opitz (photo), who just recently published her Autobiography “An English Rose in Kakadu”. She just recently received her PhD for Aboriginal studies at the Charles Darwin University at the age of  84. But when you look at her life, she should teach entrepreneurship. One thing about leaving the comfort zone, is that it is by definition uncomfortable.

 

Sri Lanka (Cylon)

 

As written in the Mahavamsa, an Indian Princess traveled in a caravan. When they were attacked by a lion, her companions fled, but "when the lion had taken his prey ... he behelded her from afar. Love laid on him, and he came towards her with a waving tail and ears laid back. Seeing him, ... Without fear she caressed him, stroking his limbs. The lion, roused to the fiercest passion by her touch, too her upon his back and bore her ... to his cave, and there he was united with her" (Quoted after Thomas Garvin, click here). The princess received a boy and a girl, which married each other and had 16 children out of which the first one was Prince Vijaya. As a teenager, the prince must have been even worse than normal teenagers, so that people demanded him and 700 male companions to be punished by death. The king though, put them on a ship and sent them into exile. They landed in Sri Lanka in the 6th century BC and to straiten out the male/female ratio, they imported wives from India. The legend says that this is the origin of the people of Sri Lanka.

Elsewhere, people pay a lot of money to go on a roller coaster ride. In Sri Lanka you just take a public bus for 20 Rupees. Everybody is cheering and happy. The only difference is that you can actually fall off the bus, which you can’t on a roller coaster. But a bus ride is a team sports here. Everybody works together. Elderly, pregnant women and children are on the seats. Younger women on the centre positions and men close to the doors. When you feel you fall off, somebody will grab you and pull you back. Then everybody laughs and smiles and shakes the head in the way that you don’t know whether it means “yes”, “no” or something completely different. After the ride your new friends wave you goodbye and everybody is happy to have "won" the game called "go by bus to town".

Still not many foreign visitors come to Sri Lanka. Many don’t see it as a travel target and still have in mind 30 years of fierce war which ended in a "spectacular" victory of government troops in May 2009, by which most leaders of the so called Tamil Tigers were killed or captured. In the final campaign, the Tamil Tigers were pushed back into a narrow land strip, together with thousands of trapped civilians, which were said to be used as human shields. In the battles for Kilinochchi, the Elephant Pass and Mullaitivu also civilian targets were shelled with heavy artillery and air raids, including hospitals and schools, in which at least 7000 civilians were killed in less than 3 months. It is always striking for me that even in the most war torn countries in Asia, given all the trauma and tragedy, you find the most friendly and happy people.  Even more so, specially in Sri Lanka, nearly everybody I met was just wonderful. Sure, you find the normal street scams, but somehow even the "little gangsters" are charming. But where I went I did not find many of them.

One day, I spotted a VW Beetle on a scrap yard. When I started repair works, people immediately came in with happy mood and suggestions, but mostly feeling a bit of pity that this strange foreigner wants to repair a piece of scrap, here where perhaps no foreigner ever appeared since World War II.

"It will never work, Sir"

"It will. It's a Volkswagen"

A lot of laughter, shrieking and cheering and finally applause when the old air cooled engine came to life again: tatatatatatat ....trtrtrtrtrtrtr!

One of the people around, took off his cap and approached me respectfully:

"How do you know how to do that, Sir?"

"Do and MBA in Hong Kong and I show you"

Cheering again: "Yes, let's all do an MBA! How much is it?"

"Perhaps you get a scholarship. We need some real diversity"

"Yes, by ship is much cheaper! Let's all go by ship to Hong Kong!"

“Which ship, Sir?”

“Scholarship”

“From Colombo, Sir?”

“Yes, maybe”

I guess the Hong Kong Immigration Department is afraid of nothing more than this idea.  Already see the news on the South China Morning Post: “Professor suggests to increase diversity by boat people”. Sri Lankans are in Hong Kong more known as “imported workforce” for example to drill tunnels or do other jobs, while the local Kevins and Kitties are becoming the leaders of tomorrow. But many Sri Lankans also are lawyers in India and Singapore, as they are trained very well in the British Legal System. And the students I talked to at Colombo University were a really smart bunch.

 

The Beetle took me through the most beautiful landscapes of Central Sri Lanka until it died for ever. It was a short rebirth as a piston broke soon after. Our first family car was exactly a model like this. A white VW Beetle with a sunroof. I remember that my father let me drive it when I was just about 6 and could not even reach the paddles. Now, this might have been the last time I had the chance to drive one. 

Another day, a walk through the villages ended in an invitation by a villager for a hunting stroll. As there were no hunting rifles, this became a cheerful competition in shooting ravens with Type 56 assault rifles (the Chinese copy of the AK 47), which is nearly impossible firing the short version of the 7.62 mm bullet. But if you hit one by chance, the bird bursts into a cloud of black feathers. Great fun. I wish I would have had this for the dogs on Lamma Island.

The whole country of Sri Lanka feels a bit like a movie set for a colonial romance. Everything is very charming and romantic, except the traffic in the cities. It starts with the train from Colombo Fort Station, the cake and tea, the Queens Hotel, the Kandy War Cemetery, The Mansion (www.mansionkandy.com) and the jungles of the last battles against the Tamil Tigers. Can't help starting to think back to the Eastern India Company and the time, when Lipton was not a tea bag, but a person who gave Ceylon (the colonial name of Sri Lanka) its fame for tea. 

I hope more people will visit Sri Lanka, without distorting its culture. But a drunk white "mate" (that's how he called me), reminded me that the combination of cheap beer and open borders often attracts people which are not more than “seed financing” for emerging prostitution services. I hope Sri Lanka finds a way not to let in these kind of “business angles” in, while maintaining its openness. As for the mentioned drunk western "mate", he managed to break his nose by banging his head into a toilet. Well, what can I say?  Perhaps: “Sorry mate, but actually Mother Theresa was my role model since childhood. I wanted to embrace you, but you slipped. I swear by my mother that this is true (and my mother will support this, because we share same values when it comes to people like you). I hope you will find back to the right path of life and to your country of  residence soon. You did not find your wallet? Let me remind you that you donated its cash content to a local girls orphanage, as they need it most to be protected from people like you. Thank you for your contribution, which was very generous. Sorry, I lost the rest including your passport. I was just joking: Mother Theresa has never been my role model. Funny? There is nothing like German humor. How is your nose?”

People said at its time, "the sun never sets over the British Empire", but it does at the end of another day in Sri Lanka. My visit is short, but I will come back. It is a wonderful country.

When you travel a lot, you are reminded that "the global village" does not exist. The world becomes larger every day you really look at it. And I doubt it is getting flat, as some people start to believe it again (welcome back to the Middle Ages). Fast communication and fast travel have not made it smaller or changed its geometry at all. A year of world travel is too short, five years also, and even a lifetime is. But that's all we have.

In a tropical sunset, I remember some words of the Polish philosopher Jozef Maria Borchenski: "Life is only a flash of light between two infinities of darkness. And this flash is everything".

Taiwan

Taiwan is often seen as a place where Chinese Culture is still alive versus the Chinese Mainland where in the Mao Era most of it was destroyed and now rebuilt. In 1949 the government of the Republic of China had to relocate to Taiwan, after its troops were defeated by the Communists. Consequently the Communist Party of China declared the Founding of The People’s Republic of China, which sees Taiwan as a Province of China.

Taiwan is an interesting place, not just by a very beautiful nature, but mainly by its people. On the Chinese Mainland, as well as in Taiwan, I find it easy to connect to people and they are open and friendly. But in Taiwan the general character is quite mild and the behavior very polite - which you find on the Mainland also, but in more educated circles. Of course it also makes me think for reasons why the culture is so distinct from the other two “special regions”, which are Hong Kong and Macao and perhaps it can be partly explained by the kind of immigrants and the reasons they immigrated.

If you had a reason to leave the Chinese Mainland in 1949 or shortly after, Taiwan was for many the first option. For example they might have been a supporter of the Kuomintang, headed by Chiang Kai-Shek, or might have been among the retreating troops. Also members of the retreating government likely relocated to Taiwan and a lot of the educated elite. Business people, for example from Shanghai, were not in the first wave of immigrants, because many still tried to stay with their businesses until it was clear that the country will develop into a repressive communist state under Mao Zedong. If it was not too late, they could still relocate to Taiwan, but some also choose Hong Kong. Even the historical Kuomintang were running a corrupted regime before 1949, which made many people welcome the Communists at first, still they represented the elite of the country which was then choosing to leave. They were the ones building up Taiwan and refining its culture, while The Peoples Republic of China dropped into a form of Communism which was mainly (mis-) used by Mao to secure his own power. The enormous modernization of China, dragging hundreds of million of people out of bare poverty, only started in 1979 with Deng Xiaoping. 

Immigrants to Hong Kong, who were not retreating business people from the Mainland, were often farmers escaping the famine in the 50s. Hong Kong has more the character and culture of a refugee camp. Those who were able to, did not stay for long and then immigrated overseas. A few of them who stayed took opportunities of the “gateway to China” and built amazing business empires in just one generation. Teaching at the University of Hong Kong (HKU) I always have to remind myself, that many local students actually are in the first generation of their families which receive any education. Perhaps this is why I was feeling so comfortable that in Taiwan many people have an exited sparkle in their eyes - in Hong Kong you only see this effect, when you point a flashlight into their ear. 

Political relations between The People’s Republic of China and The Republic of China (Taiwan) are getting less ideological and much more practical today. It seems to be on a good way and sometimes it is better to accept and develop a new reality and then try to find an appropriate name for it later. This is one of the many strengths of Chinese people, that they can accept for a long time names which do not really represent the reality, but everybody knows what they mean.

South Korea

 

Lecturing and traveling in South Korea, I had some time also to visit the city of Seoul, the villages and the Fortress of Suwon and the Demilitarized Zone which marks the border to North Korea. These are very different impressions, which range from a modern city with a lot of heritage and cultural awareness, an insight into the history of the Peninsula reaching back into the times of the Chinese Three Kingdoms and the unresolved issue of a separated country, which is the last one since the Fall of the Berlin Wall (which I remember myself quite vividly). Of course, you start to compare the former German and the current Korean situation and try to imagine a solution. But there are many differences which might make a reunification much harder than the German one 20 years ago. North Korea is not a “Communist Country”, it is a sick family dictatorship. Kim Jong Il is in the Communist spectrum more on the side of a Stalin, Mao Zhedong, Chauchesku, Pol Pot than on the one of Erich Honnecker, which makes him and his clan a much more dangerous and unpredictable one. Furthermore, the institutions, even they were bad in the GDR, they were still existing. And last but not least the East Germans were very well informed about what the rest of the world looks like, which the North Koreans are not. The reported potential hand over of power to his youngest son Kim Jong Un, called “Prince fatty” is seen by many just as prolonging the dynasty. But who knows what really happens.

South Korea is a very nice place to travel in, with a large variety of different landscapes, a very good infrastructure and really friendly and helpful people everywhere. 

 

Kuala Lumpur

Kuala Lumpur was a frontier city which emerged in the 1850s from exploitation of tin resources and Chinese gangsters fighting each other to control production. Only as the gang’s warfare crippled the production, the British, who ruled the Federation of malaya at that time, “elected” the more favorable of the Chinese warlords to take control of the city. Diseases, floods, fires, economic turbulence, communist insurgents, Japanese occupation, ethnic conflicts and corrupted governing clans shaped Kuala Lumpur, like many other South East Asian cities, that constantly had to fight the odds. After independence from Britain in 1957 Kuala Lumpur remained the capital of Malaysia and gained the status of a “city” in 1972. Still you meet adventurous exporters of palm oil to West Africa here and beside the modern scenes and shopping malls it hosts guests which appear to be only made for this flair of dubious shades, like the haute volée of modern terrorism which undertook part of its planning of the September 11 attacks here in the year 2000.

Kuala Lumpur is not a beauty, but its blend of colonial and modern architecture together with the lively streets and the mix of Muslim and Hindu cultural influences gives it an interesting character. The city is not designed to be walkable, but still it is possible and interesting to take a day and explore the diversity by foot: from the little streets, the old train station (see above), Chinatown up to the Islamic Art Museum and the National Mosque. 

A few hours by public bus to the North from Kuala Lumpur you reach Georgetown, which is a very charming city with a lot of remaining colonial architecture and became the first full municipality outside Singapore in 1857. It was founded in 1786 as the base for the British East India Company in the Malay States. Today the city centre is a UNESCO cultural world heritage site and with its cultural offerings it is a place to come back and explore more.

 

“This is London, you are listening to the World Service of the BBC ...”

When you are traveling in remote areas and specially in countries where you do not speak the language, it is really not easy to keep up with what is happening. When I was in Korea for example, there could have been a radiation incident for example, and I would have still run around, happy about the empty roads. The internet in many places is very patchy and you do not want to run for hotspots and change SIM cards all the time. A good way to stay “online” though is to use a radio. Unfortunately, there are not many decent radio programs left and the FM frequencies, 70-108 MHz, are in many countries filled with pop and rock trash. But the short wave and long wave bands have a much higher range and are used by radio services which still have journalistic quality. Some are also on a National, Ideological or Religious Mission, but they are easy to avoid. Of course you can listen to these bands on a Transceiver. But in some countries Transceivers are illegal, so that I decided for a simple short wave radio. The good old Grunding Yacht Boy or Grundig Satellite radios do not exist any more (they are now Made in China under the Grundig Brand), so I decided for a Sony ICF-SW7600GR, which is small enough to travel and powerful enough to serve the purpose.

Even also the BBC has been a bit “CNNed”, I still found that it is covering good information and programs with an enormous coverage all over the former Empire. The frequencies and schedules can be obtained by clicking here. A little less classical is Voice of America (VoA) which also has an extensive short wave coverage from the tradition of protecting innocent souls from being taken over by Communism in the Cold War (click here for frequencies). Deutsche Welle changes its Frequencies all the time, but you can find them for download here. Radio France Internationale has an excellent coverage in Africa (frequencies here), even in the Ultra Short Wave bands.

Libya and the forgotten 1987 “Toyota War”

These days I have been thinking about some of my annotations in Benoit Mandelbrot and Richard Hudson’s book “The (mis)behavior of markets”. They are related to big changes happening abruptly. This happens in markets, as we saw recently in the Financial Crises impressively, and also in natural phenomena. As well it happened with the fall of the Berlin wall and in recent days the Magreb uprises were surprisingly coming to a climax in Libya. This is not comparable with Tunisia and Egypt. Libya is in a way the “North Korea of North Africa”, not that closed but having a very effective police and secret services to suppress any challenge to the Gaddafi regime. This uprise I find is a real surprise and it seems like this for the whole of Europe.

Since the last phase of the war in the Tibesti I believed the Gaddafi regime with stay alive as long as the Colonel is alive. Of course this war is not related to the current events , but it showed how the regime solves internal problems by creating an external enemy. Even it is just around 25 years ago it might have even been forgotten entirely, if not the veterans were still young and have memories and the Airport of N’Djiamena was named after Commander Hassan Djiamous. It is also known as the “Toyota war”.

The conflict between Libya and Chad goes back to 1978, which’s last escalation was triggered by crossing the 16th Longitude on Gaddafi’s command in early 1986. On February 13th the French Operation Epervier regrouped Mirage F1 and Jaguar fighter planes and hit the airfield Ouadi Doum, which was built in Northern Chad in 1985. Subsequently Libya bombed N’Djamena Airport. Libya further invaded the Tibesti with the ultimate target to take N’Djamena. To secure supply for further invasion Libya retook Bardai, Zouar and Wour building moving in T-62 tanks supported by air force and the use of napalm and chemical weapons. In January 1987 Fada was taken. Under the command of Hassan Djiamous the Chadian counteroffensive gained speed, by crushing Libyan troops with cyclical sudden attacks in the battles of B’ir Kora, Quadi Doum and Bardai. Under heavy losses Gaddafi’s troops had to withdraw from Northern Chad.

The turning point came also with the application of the MILAN guided missile by Chad. They were frequently mounted on Toyota Pick ups, which gave the offensive the name. The MILAN is a French-German wire guided missile which is easy to operate and follow moving targets by simply keeping them in the sight. The missile can be fired from the shoulder and has a range of up to 2 kilometers, and can be equipped with night vision and has a range of different warheads. In the Soviet-Afghan war, the MILAN is also said to be the decisive weapon used against helicopters. This story which is related to the American Congressman Charlie Wilson, made it even into a movie.

I see no recent model for what is happening in the Arab countries. It is not about independence, which eases the thought it could turn into a second Yugoslavia. Here it is first about a better life and perspective for a very young population, which these regimes seem not to be able to deliver in the eyes of those on the streets. Also it is about democracy. But democracy is a different thing in different countries. There is a lot of power vacuum to fill. Who fills it and in which manner will be a topic to watch in 2011.

"Draussen nur Kännchen" - in Bonn (Germany)

The first book of Price Asfa-Wossen Asserate, an Ethiopian Prince living in Germany, I read, is called “Manieren” (Manners) and it contains the sharpest views on Germans I have ever read. Not that it would be cynical or unfair. It is just the perspective of an Ethiopian, who sees Germany as his home but from his own viewpoint and by this is a very interesting mirror. Now he wrote another Book titled “Draussen nur Kaennchen” and just reading this title I already bursted laughing. It is one of these idioms which is really untranslatable in any other language (I don’t even try) but hits right in the centre.

I spent some time in Bonn, working right in the middle beside the University, and staying with friends on the Rosenburg. The office was right over one of the large bookshops and coming from Hong Kong, it felt good to see that people are still interested and reading and that the bookshop does not just have a place in the centre of the city, but also in the centre of their life. There are nice coffee houses around, where people meet or just drop by to read the first few pages of their new book. Still many small old stores exist. I bought an old style shaving knife in a shop which still offers sharpening services. And further on I got two pair of hand made Budapest shoes. The staff in there knows everything about their products, greet you with a “Guten Tag”, and advise you on your purchase, but also just chat with you on your interest. 

Bonn was made capital of Germany after the War as it was a neutral ground to be the centre of the new Federal Republic, even it is geographically very far West. After the re-unification in 1989, the capital was moved back to Berlin. Many were afraid at that time that Bonn would go down, but installation and strengthening of European functions, research institutions and also companies have kept the city going. It is a bit like a village with the cultural program of a capital. And in my view it combines the advantages of both. Of course it is less colorful than back in the times when foreign diplomats were on the streets. But it is still a rather civilized city with much to see. 

Cambodia, The Churning of the Sea of Milk

In very ancient times the gods gathered to find a way to receive ambrosia, which would make them immortal like Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva. The jar holding ambrosia lay on the bottom of the ocean and to obtain it Vishnu advised: “Call the demons to your aid and churn the ocean ...”. The gods tried to churn the sea with Mount Mandra, but despite all efforts they could not move the mountain. To unmount it Vishnu called for Vasuki, the king of snakes and it coiled itself around the mountain and unrooted it. The gods rolled the mountain to the shore of the ocean and placed the weight on the tortoise king, who walked into the sea. Then the daemons and gods, holding Vasuki like a rope, pulled him forward and backward to churn the waters. Vapour coming from the mouth of the snake condensed rising to the sky and rain fell to refresh the gods. A lot of foam and spray arised from the churned sea and with it Apsara dancers which are dancing to the music played by their husbands, the gods. This is the legend Samudra Manthanam, or the churning of the sea of milk.

The temples of Angkor and all over Cambodia are covered with endless artworks on this myth. They remind of the amazing high Khmer culture at a time when Europe was in its dark age. But today Cambodia is also just in the stage of waking up from more recent nightmares, of which for example the battles between Cambodian and Thai troops over the Temple of Preah Vihear (N14°23.392’, E104°40.809’) just are a few weeks back. Still today in the remote Cambodian North, troops hold posts on the roadsides with mounted Type 67 machine guns, in beach sandals and without sandbags or any cover and sometimes with a can of Angkor Beer to cheer themselves up until the next clash at this unresolved border line which dates back to the French Indochine.

Since the Independence from France in 1953 Cambodia had a history of turmoil, inconsistent leadership, a main military coup in 1970 and the attempt of the King to overthrow the US backed Military government by offsetting a civil war, which was soon used by the Khmer Rouge Rebels. The intensive bombing of the North East of Cambodia by the US Seventh Air Force to disrupt the Viet Cong turned the region into a crater landscape till today and at the time is said to be driving up the support of the rural population joining the Khmer Rouge. Around two million Cambodians fled the fighting into Phnom Penh, which fell to the Khmer Rouge in 1975. The regime, lead by Pol Pot, announced the country to be “Democratic Kampuchea” and attempted by tyrannic means to revert Cambodia into a 11th century rural state. One Million out of an 8 Million population died of famine, disease and mass executions. Any form of education, intellectualism and cultural heritage was fought my all means. The interrogation prison S-21 in Phnom Penh reminds of this, and is besides German Concentration camps one of the most deeply depressing memorials I have ever seen. In 1978 Vietnamese troops invaded and attempted to end the Khmer Rouge Regime, but could not gain control over the whole territory. Until 1993 the Khmer Rouge were able to hold territories in the North and the South of Cambodia, devastating the land with anti-personnel mines and crippling in the later stages mainly farmers and playing children. The mine fields are up to today one of the major obstacles of development in some regions and are de-mined with international funding at a cost of 2 US$ per square meter. Despite a military coup in 1997 Cambodia is now relatively stable. Only very few former Khmer Rouge commanders have seen justice, to satisfy the demands of the countries providing financial aid. The cases are uncounted, in which people re-visit their past tyrants and take revenge into their own hand, many with a gun.

Today, Cambodia is growing at a very fast rate, specially the black segment of the economy. The government is corrupted, holding its own people hostage to receive foreign aid. The situation escalated briefly when law students recently protested that they have to bribe the judges to buy their jobs in the legal system. The police and the army deforested and degraded most of the forests in the North of the country and exported the wood. Military commanders run businesses all over the country, using their soldiers as free labour in anything from “import/export”, mining operations, logistics down to just shutting off a beach and collecting what is here called “tax”. It seems very obvious that a self-funded army is dangerous in such a country, but even the UN presence can only regulate this step by step. The police and the courts are selling justice to the highest bid and anything implemented by a government body is not an implementation of a rule, but just a “pain in the ass”. NGOs even have to pay off people when they bring their own money to build a school. Sometimes, the ones lining their pockets like this, later re-appear in the opening ceremony and are the ones giving the speech “donating” the school to the people in all pomp and glory. In the South of Cambodia also Russian “Investors” cherish the beauty of the seaside as well as the loose control of the origin of their funds and re-furbish the faded charm of the formerly French settlements in and around Sinaoukville with a “supply chain” that sometimes reaches back into human trafficking. 

Besides all, tourism is picking up in Cambodia as a very important industry. And the most important and most visited sites are of course the temples belonging to the Angkor complex, which is classified as World Cultural Heritage by UNESCO. The closest city is Siem Reap which developed since 1993 from a small village on the river to a nice and open city, which even has an own international airport.

Angkor (map here Map-AngkorMain.jpg) was first visited by the Portuguese Monk Antonio de Magdalena in 1586, but became popular mainly by the travel notes of the explorer Henri Mouhot who was supported by The Royal Geographical Society. In the centre of the Angkor complex, stands Angkor Wat (N13°24.784’, E103°51.850’, download plan of the inner structure here Angkor Wat Plan.png), which was built under King Suryavarman II in the 12th century as a temple and today’s largest religious building. Recent research by the University of Sydney shows that Angkor Wat was the centre of a large urban area which was the capital of the Khmer civilization (download article here: New Scientist 2010 Young.pdf). Angkor Wat is the best preserved temple and attracts a lot of visitors. However, I found the temple not the most impressive, perhaps because of too high expectations. 

 

A temple which is grown in my jungle is Ta Prohm (N13°26.009’, E103°53.712’, download map here map-ta-prohm-1.gif). South-East of Ta Prohm lies the very impressive complex of Banteay Kdei  (N13°25.786’, E103°51.546) which is built in the 12th century, decorated with Garudas and the four faces of  Avalokiteshvara. Beside you find the large former capital Angkor Thom with the decorated gates with faces. Form here it is easy also to pass Baphuon (N13°26.627’, E103°51.484’), Bayon (N13°26.475’, E103°51.484’), Kleang and the Terrasse of the Leper King, Terrasse of Elephants and Pimeanakas (all around N13°26.752, E103°51.508). The Hindu temple Pre Reep (N13°26.098’, E103°26.098’) is very different from the other mainly Buddhist structures: it is not built in a sandstone covered Laterite, but in red bricks and also follows a different geometry. On the geographically same side are East Mebon (N13°26.798’, E103°55.263’), Ta Som (N13°27.872’, E103°54.710’). 36 km NNE of Siem Reap lies the mainly in Laterite built Benteay Srei (13°35.930’, E103°57.881’), together with Lokei, and Bakong (13°20.115’, E103°58.553’) and Beng Mualia, Kohker (13°47.033’, E104°32.443’) surrounded by a large a number of Linga Temples.

I found Cambodia and amazingly interesting and divers country. And given that the current development only started around 20 years ago, it is another example how a country can be dragged out of poverty in a very short time. Sure, Cambodia is still poor. But if the corrupted government holds or even improves or changes to a better one, then Cambodia has for sure a good future. If not, then not.  

Happy Mid Autumn Festival

The Mid Autumn Festival is celebrated on the day of the full moon close to the astronomical Autumnal Equinox (September 23rd in Gregorian Calendar), which is the day of equal day and night length. The celebration exactly takes place on the 15th day of the 8th lunar month.  Roughly the traditional Chinese Calendar is a hybrid between the lunar and the solar calendar. There are 12 lunar months starting at dark moon at 11 pm. To correct the gap to the solar phenomena (which is important for agriculture, for example), every second or third year has an intercalary lunar month, so that the sun always enters Capricorn in month 11. 

The Mid Autumn Festival is a harvest festival and related to the Chinese myth on Houyi (后羿) and Chang’e. People celebrate with lanterns and exchange (a lot!) of Mooncakes, which are usually very sweet cakes holding an egg yolk in its inner. Last year, I enjoyed very much going to the Hung Sing Ye Beach which was covered with thousands of lanterns, by the families sitting together in the sand. This year I was unfortunately struggling with some food poisoning and missed, while I dropped in bed early. But at least the full moon was shining bright in my window. This was my last Moon Festival in China.

Asia’s World City: Shanghai

In the months before you make a move, you start doing things the last time. The first such “last time” for me now was bringing MBA students on a field tour to Shanghai. I did this for 4 years regularly and the course, which is called “Doing Business in China” (DBC), is a combination of lectures and a field study. It became a very popular elective for MBAs and its abbreviation DBC was recently rephrased by students to “Drinking Beer in China”. Well, this indicates that business relations here are sometimes sealed with the extensive consumption of cheerful beverages, and alumni relations for sure as well.

I enjoyed teaching this course, and also the challenges on the road - specially as we try to also explore things off the beaten tracks. But I also think it is coming somehow to the end of the life cycle in the current format. Shanghai changed and developed so much in recent years, that it does not serve to represent “Doing Business in China” any more, but better “Doing Business in Shanghai”. If I had to re-design the course, I would probably change the destination of the trip to Changchun, Harbin or Chengdu. Shanghai has become international business city, which is outstanding in China, but not representative for its economy and business environment.

And being outstanding, Shanghai does not just in terms of economic development. When I moved there in 2003, I would for example never have imagined that the city would be able to develop an autochtone cultural life in less than two generations. But it happened in only 8 years. It is not yet very sophisticated, but attracts a lot of talent from all over China and abroad. One of the districts where arts and creative industries are settling is the region along the Suzhou Creek. For example 50 Moganshan Lu is situated close to the Suzhou river in Shanghai and is one of the former industrial compounds, where factory halls and warehouses were converted into galleries and studios. The site is now named the “M50 Creative Park”. One of the first galleries you see, is also one of the best: 99 Degrees Art Centre (www.99dac.com), which currently holds and exhibition of the painters Gerard Altmann, Igor Bitman and the sculpturist Livio Benedetti. Also the Fine Arts College of Shanghai University has an exhibition space in the compound, which is an interesting showcase. Then there are other outstanding developments like the converted former Slaughterhouse 1933, the Red City or the restored Jing’an Villas at 2015 Nanjing Xi Lu, which develop all kinds of activities in a traditional Shanghai environment without a massive masterplan.

I also thought in the past that the Pudong skyline is a bit artificial and does not fit into the contrast of the Bund on the other side of the Huangpu river. But specially with what happened behind the Bund in terms of refurbishment and rebuilding, suddenly there are axis of views where even a structure like the Pearl Tower fits into the picture, a bit like the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Another thing which struck me, was when I had a look at the Subway map of Shanghai and the first thought shooting though my mind was: “Wow, how did they do that in such a short time?” Then I looked at it for a while and my last thought still was: “Wow, how did they do that in such a short time?”. The list of things which impress me in Shanghai is very long, and last but not least, it is that Shanghai really recovers its elegant flair which reminds of the old Shanghai in modern times. 

Last but not least, the term “Field Trip” is really not appropriate any more when coming to Shanghai, which I would say really deserves the claim of being Asia’s World City. 

Mount Rinjani (3726 m), Indonesia

Mount Rinjani (S 08 Deg. 25.000’, E 116 Deg. 28.000’) is an active volcano on the Indonesian island Lombok. It is a massive Caldera structure with a new volcano, the Gunung Barujari, inside the Caldera. The crater lake Segara Anak lies at about 2000 m. The most recent eruptions were on May 22nd and 23rd following earthquakes and ash clouds reaching up to 5000 meters. A major series of eruption dates back to 1994/95. Historical eruptions date back only to 1847, due to the remoteness of the region.

You can approach Mount Rinjani setting off at Senbawulun (S 08 Deg 21.481’, E 116 Deg. 31.275’) at about 1200 m. The first half of the day leads through savanna until the pine mountain forests are reached. After passing the clouds a good base camp site is on the caldera rim at 2700 m (S 08 Deg. 23.599’, E 116 Deg. 26.430’). To get to the Mount Rinjani Summit from here needs about 4 hours. For seeing the sunrise (now 6:34 am) it needs starting at 2:30 am. Even in moonlight (moon setting now at 3:51 am) it is hard to spot walkable trails and the first hour goes through loose rubble. The last 300 meters are ascending through loose volcano ashes which is constantly sliding backward. Passing this is extremely exhausting. The view from the summit at sunrise is tremendous: on one side the sunrise over the island of Lombok, the three Gili Islands and the Lava landscape - on the other the caldera with the intense blue lake and the smoking Gunung Barujari.

Returning to the base camp then is more about sliding down in the ashes than walking. From here, there is a steep trail down the inner side of the crater leading to the lake Segara Anak. The solid rocks are a welcome change to the ashes and rubble from the morning hike to the summit. In the crater are hot springs, which are also a treat and there is a local belief that they treat all kinds of sicknesses. For me they relieved me from the fact of not having a shower for 3 days, climbing and hiking since 2:30 am and being 5 kg too heavy.

The Gunung Barujari sometimes rumbles and then clouds are expelled. Hindus come to the lake and put a life cow on a bamboo raft which they push out to the lake. After a while the raft sinks and the cow, which is tied to it, drowns alive. This explains that there are here and there beef bones in the shallow shore water of the lake.

The climb out of the crater on the other side is steep and needs careful steps. An Italian woman died here a few weeks ago. The view back into the crater is amazing again and when reaching the rim at 2500 m you have a full view of the volcano, the caldera and the summit. Descending from here you enter a rainforest from about 2100 m, which is full of grey monkeys. Best is too keep moving until exiting it again, because there are leaches. At 800 m (S 08 Deg. 18.283’, E 116 Deg. 24.053’) you reach Senaru which is a good camp site. 

The island of Lombok will next year get an international airport. Currently there is only a local hub. The connection to Denpasar on Bali is flown on brilliant planes like the Fokker 50. When flights are cancelled, there is a ferry connection which takes 5 hours and also a fast boat in the mornings which makes it in 2 hours. The ferry services are unreliable and usually depart late to give thieves a chance to jump on the boat, steal something and jump off again. Engines sometimes catch fire, which at least delays the journey. If you happen to arrive with a ferry at night, be aware that all transportation (and the prices) are controlled by a few mafiosi in black leather jackets. Keep your knife open in the pocket, but try to stay in safe margins, because the situation is complex and people are skillful, numerous and know the local situation better. 

Tibet - The Roof of the World

The Himalayas range from alluvial North India, via Nepal, Bhutan until the Tibetan Plateau in China. Last year’s approach from Nepal was already very impressive, but this year (not looking for a hard core alpine adventure) the Tibetan side offered an enormous variety of nature and culture. Tibet is a Chinese Autonomous Region and currently needs for non-Chinese nationals a special permit to enter. Another special permit from the Military Authority is required to enter the region around Nyingchi, which is just a few kilometers North of the line of a disputed territory between India and China. The flight from Chengdu to Nyingchi opens a breathtaking view on the Eastern Himalaya and leads through the mountain peaks and descents into a steep landing. In our case, the landing was interrupted due to sudden low visibility, landing gear was pulled back in and the pilot pulled up steeply over the mountains to return to Chengdu, refuel and try again a few hours later. The pilot was finally proud to land safely on the small runway which only 10 pilots are licensed to approach here. Better see it late than never. The “Friendship highway” crosses Nyingchi and driving East leads to Bomi, which is mainly a garrison that played an important role in the "liberation" (invasion) of Tibet by Chinese troops in 1959, "freeing" Tibetans from a "medieval religious feudal system headed by the 14th Dalai Lama". This move is often seen critical, but also it sometimes is forgotten that the latest large scale massacre in Tibet was actually commanded by the British Lieutenant Colonel Francis Younghusband, who entered Tibet in 1904 based on the wrong intelligence information that the Russians would use Tibet as a base to move further South and threaten the Nepalese and Indian territories of the Empire. Bomi is a well located hub traveling further East, where the road becomes a small trail at the mountain side with up to 2000 metres above and 1000 below. Boulders are constantly falling even at this time of the year, which makes it not recommendable to pass during monsoon season in a passenger vehicle. If not a military truck, which was in a convoy to deliver food and equipment into the earthquake struck region in the North, would have blocked us, we would have also been hit by a land slide, which like this just came down a few tens of metres in front. It is an enormous effort to keep this section of the track open, which is a vital connection into Tibet.

East Tibet looks a bit like a very wild Switzerland in terms of landscape and vegetation. I even saw wild strawberries on the way to Midui Glacier, which access was cut off first by a land slide and a bulldozer was digging the track open. The glacier is fed from a peak elevation of 6385 metres and has impressive rings or terminal morains from different stages of development with a lake at 2900 metres. Further following the “Friendship highway” to the East leads to Rawok lake, which was unfortunately covered in snow and did not open up for a view on the scenery.

From Nyingchi, following the Friendship Highway to the West is far less dramatic in terms of driving (still the right back leaf spring broke and had to be exchanged), but offers an enormous entry into a completely different landscape. On the way to Lhasa the tree line is crossed at around 3200 metres, going through wide valleys utilized for herding jaks, horses, goats and donkeys or dry farming barley, sometimes with simple irrigation.  Also on the way are thousands of pilgrims to Lhasa, which make their way logistically inefficient but perhaps spiritually enriching by measuring the way dropping their body lengths to the ground moving slowly forward. They are covered by wooden protectors and thick clothes, doing this at least 100 000 times to improve their Karma. Some of them come about 800 km away, and a few even further. Entering the small tent camps is invited and they are very friendly and warm hearted people, some of them speaking Putonghua. 

Lhasa itself is impressive. Johkang temple for example is fascinating in terms of architecture, but also because it is a religious active temple. The Potala Palace is also impressive, but feels more like a museum, as it has only very limited activities. 

Unfortunately, during the Cultural Revolution Tibet suffered over-proportional high from the destruction of cultural heritage, because it was so rich in it. The Cultural Revolution was a man made disaster for all of China and its people and Tibet was struck badly by the power play of  Chairman Mao Zhedong. It seems one of the large dissonances of modern China, that Chairman Mao’s statues are still overlooking city squares, University campuses (which he closed) and cemeteries (which he filled so richly). But it also seems hard to abolish these memorials. Opposite the Potala Palace for example stands communist-fascist style memorial as a counterpoint to the palace itself. I guess, even the most concrete brain conservative CCP member sees how tasteless and idiotic this is, specially opposite such a beautiful palace. But tearing it down is also not easy, because this would symbolically play into the hands of the Dalai Lama and his gang and might even be misused by them to cause unrest. Since last year’s riots, the security in Lhasa seems very tight. Police and army are constantly patrolling with fire extinguishers and pump guns to protect shop owners and other citizens from attacks. They are friendly, even run out of the the line sometimes to buy an ice cream or a lottery ticket, but it is clearly not good to mess with them. As an outsider it is very hard to get a picture whether the riots where really political or simple violent attacks based on greed or other reasons. The tendency I heard goes into the direction, that it were politically camouflaged attacks by mob - not even by local Lhasa Tibetans but by Tibetans from Sichuan. But who knows?

The often criticized cultural delusion of Tibet is of course happening. But this seems normal in a country where people not fundamentally restricted in migration these days. Under the former religious leadership the “cultural purity” was preserved by insolation. But looking at the improvements in health, life expectancy, education, medical services, income and many other indicators, it is very clear that the Central Government is not doing a bad job here. But of course all religions pay their “bonus” in the afterlife. This has been the fundamental basis of suppressing people in Europe for about 2000 years. Only the “shepherd” get paid during life time. That’s the game. 

From Lhasa heading to the North lies Namtso Lake - the Heavenly Lake - with an altitude of 4718 metres. It is the world’s highest salt lake and when crossing the pass at about 5100 metres which opens the view on it, the name is instantainiously understood. This lake feels closer to the Universe and above it opens a nearly endless sky. There are some small unheated container huts and tents for rent and while rushing up the mountains to catch a better view, I was reminded by a fever that the air is already quite thin. Barking dogs can hammer quite severely into your brain in this condition and temperatures drop below zero. This is a test for will power and goose down jacket and probably is booked somewhere on the Karma-Account for the afterlife. If not, it is at least a good training for the immune system. Also, the heating and cooking process in the local Restaurant improves immunity: take dried Jak dung and put it on the fire, then cover it with a kettle and take a fresh bread from the exhaust pipe and enjoy. 

One of the most impressive cuts through divers landscapes, reaching from alpine snow, though deserts to green meadows is the 25 hour train ride from Lhasa to Xining. Do not forget your field glasses, because you will spot numerous Tibetan Antilopes (which I did not know, that they exist before).

The city of Xining itself is just shit. But it is bordering the further Western Provinces of China and makes you feel like ramping up gear and supplies again and go further West. But this time, the way had to return to Hong Kong via Xian and Shenzhen. Next time it will not.

Fujian Tulou (China)

From Xiamen it is about a 2-3 hour bus ride to the West of Fujian Province to come to the area of round or rectangular shaped clay buildings which reach back to 14th Century, called Fujian Tulou. The most famous one, is the cluster of dwellings called Chuxi Tulou which is a UNESCO World Heritage site (1113-001). The center rotunda building is called Jiqinglou and is a four storey building from the Ming Dynasty, built in 1419. It is amazing that these constructions are so stable, because the main structure is a 1-6.m meter clay wall. But the round structure seems so stable that even large cracks close again by the pressure. The later built rectangular Tulous are said to be less stable. The inner courtyard of the Tulous mostly has a temple and other central functions, like the well, which serve as a centre point for a whole clan living in such a structure.

The Tulous have been built by Hakka people who migrated from the Yellow River region as a result of civil wars in China. They settled in remote areas in Fujian and the Tulous also had a function of defense against robbers and smaller clans. It seems amazing that the clay walls really were a suitable protection against an attack, but it must have been only smaller conflicts and no serious warfare. Also it seems amazing that the wooden structures inside the Tulous, which are actually the homes of the individual families, only rarely caught fire. It is said, that because the living conditions inside are so dens, a fire will be discovered and put out on the spot. If not, I can imagine being trapped in a round high wall with only one exit, must be quite dangerous. The functions in a Tulou are structured vertically. On the ground floor there is a workshop and kitchen, bedroom on the first floor and sometimes also on the 2nd and then another workshop and storage floor. 

Still today, beside the upcoming tourism, the main economy is based on agriculture and the highest margin crop is tea. What makes the Tulous specially interesting, is that they are not just a form of settlement, but are deeply integrated into the form of life and culture of clans. Of course, these cultures are very enclosed. Even without understanding the spoken word, you can already feel that the people’s character from Tulou to Tulou is different. With the development of tourism, the buildings also become economically attractive again and many families which abandoned the Tulous and live in a township or village, now return and re-claim ownership. Recently this is causing in some clans a lot of conflict. 

Another thing, which surprised me at first, is that there are not just a few of these buildings, but that they are still today a dominant form of settlement spreading over a large region. I hope the tourism here will be developed wisely, to avert possible negative changes, because the Fujian Tulou are really a “World Cultural Heritage” in the true sense of the meaning.

Japan’s Cherry Blossom

The first time I had the chance to see a bit of Japan outside Tokyo and Kobe. The route took me from Nagoya, first into the mountains to Takayama and then via Nagoya to Kyoto and back. Of course this is only a very small region, given the whole variety Japan offers in landscape and culture, but already this sample was stunningly beautiful. First of all arriving in Nagoya, I expected some haze which would have matched the fact that this city is one of the world’s largest industrial production power houses. But instead, I was surprised by crystal clear air and an amazing visibility over the city and the sea. Then a trip to Takayama, was a nice journey through though alpine sites and the city itself is quiet and has a centre of traditional Japanese houses. Then Kyoto has such a rich culture that it is completely impossible to see even only a fraction of it in a day. Japan needs more time, and is very interesting to explore. My first impression is that it is culturally utmost refined. Just the plain number of museums and traditional buildings show that such topics are a central point. People, are very friendly and kind, even though characters seem complex and faces and expressions hard to read (for me). I will for sure return to Japan and learn more.

Macao - washing it white

The Historical Centre of Macao is classified as UNESCO World Heritage since 2005. When reading the UNECO justification for inscription, there is a lot said about Macao’s role in the cultural exchange between China and Portugal and its unique history. Today Macao does not show much of its heritage any more. There are still remains of the old fortress with the Museo de Macao on top, but the small and crowded territory does not leave much space for preservation and the major development focus on the Cotai Strip Casinos and the South of the island also seems to leave no interest for the heritage of the city. Beside the few landmark buildings, most sites in the older part of the city are in bad condition and it seems strange that they are not developed into an attractive little old part of the town with cafes and restaurants. There are good restaurants in Macao, hidden in some side streets. But there is no nice cluster of them, even the potential looks good to upgrade a whole quarter following the Shanghai Xintiandi-Model. Perhaps it is also better that it does not happen now, because many recent attempts to develop places with cultural heritage, simply failed because of any a lack of experience how to proceed. Sometimes with the result that they are lost forever. It might take a few generations first to rebuilt the cultural understanding and technical skills to conserve the city and up to then we can be lucky when nobody spends the money to tear most of it down and turn it into Shopping Malls. Today, it is still a nice stroll around the little streets and also to go down to Coloane, where there can be still found a little bit of fishing village charm and Portuguese past residential grandness. 

The new casino and entertainment developments of Macao are mainly catering into tourists from Mainland China and Hong Kong: big, glamorous and really low taste. The typical luxury brands are all there to catch their cheap clientele which mainly recruits from Chinese new rich and other shady individuals. Not that you imagine anything like 007 class characters. It is more about obese, unwashed creatures that somehow made enough money to fart into luxury hotel pillows. The exchange of culture, praised by UNESCO, has been mainly taken over by the exchange of body liquids with adequate female counterparts. But also here, don’t imagine any “The World of Suzie Wong”-Romance, but more a robust biological process fueled by an extra large glass of Moutai. In case of company outings by Hong Kong bankers celebrating their newest achievements and contributions to the world economy, it is Champaign of course and slightly less agricultural. 

 

In the photo album on the left you find some recent pictures taken in Macao. It is interesting to see the mix of Chinese and Portuguese, not just in the building remains, but also in the local people and their habits. Even it is fading, there is still some flair of it left. Traditional Macao still feels a bit Iberian to me, even it is so far away and the connections between Macao and Portugal were not as strong as the one between Hong Kong and the United Kingdom. Macao is not Hong Kong in many ways. Only on the North part of Taipa Island you find high rise buildings Hong Kong style. Over most other areas Macao still has a nice skyline. 

For some Hong Kong Tycoons Macao has been a back yard of their businesses for many years. An interesting and well researched  book on how Oligarchy developed in Asia, is Joe Studwell’s “Asian Godfathers - Money and Power in Hong Kong and South East Asia”.

In some corner shops, I even heard some Fado played. Quite a surprise, actually in these noisy corners. 

Sure, the “past glory” of Macao must have been much less glorious than it could look like. Just thinking of the time when the city was a last refuge from  Japanese terror and crowded with starving refugees after the invasion of Hong Kong. And later having nearly no physical buffer to Communist China, but a small river to Zhuhai. Today the two cities seem to be growing together in a similar model as Hong Kong and Shenzhen, just on a smaller scale. Zhuhai is actually a very nice and green place, which is trying to keep up successfully with the South Chinese peer cities, with non-polluting industries.

Island Life

On my flight back to home I re-read Henry David Thoreau’s “Walden” and “On the duty of civil disobedience” which original tile was “Resistance to civil Government”. Thoreau, who lived from 1817-1862, embarked himself on an experiment to live remotely, from the labor of his hands and describes his observations and thoughts in his book, published in 1854. He also wrote widely on natural history, ecology and philosophy, was supporting abolitionism and is sometimes cited as an individual anarchist (which symbol, the circled A, made it recently into the uniformity of the sports wear company Adidas). I am far away from understanding the philosophical thoughts and movements behind this book, simply by having not explored the body of literature around it. However, I read Walden with sympathy, thinking that Thoreau’s experiment in some respects comes close to going on a very early form of what we might call “Sabbatical” today. Not every Sabbatical is equal though, but as mine is a bracket of experiments and also remoteness, I re-read the book with very different eyes than I did in Gymnasium (High School) times.

Living on Lamma Island since more than 3 years now, an outer island of Hong Kong in the South China Sea, is of course not the kind of remoteness Thoreau describes in Walden, but it is a place away from the buzz of what likes to call itself “Asia’s World City - Hong Kong”. The backsides of the island and really rural and in one of the scattered old fisherman’s village houses between a small wild beach and the jungle is a simple base.

When I came in 2007 to come from Shanghai down to Hong Kong, I did not know how long I would stay and the only plan I came with, was to think through my past experience, breed on new ideas, publish and teach. Obviously one way to do that was also to engage in the local Universities, which I did as a Professor at the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology and later at The University of Hong Kong. My move to the latter one was driven by the thought that a more comprehensive University would be a better base to explore interdisciplinary ideas than a mainly technical University and in many aspects this was right. For example, beside being a member of the Faculty of Business and Economics, I taught a course in the Masters in China Development in the Department of Geography, which brought me back to my origins as a geoscientist.

This time and this place gives me the opportunity to try out many things and reflect on many topics. Sure, there will be no book coming out of this, like “Walden”, but looking at some travel book entries about this island, I thought it might be nice to highlight some places and phenomena here, which can usually not be found in guide books. They are “my places”.

The old “Tuberculosis Clinic”: legends rank around an old clinic buildings which are located in the jungle between at the foot of the hill with a remote Barbeque Place (N22 14.042 E114 06.493). It is not easy to reach from the land side, but only a few hundred meters for a swimmer from a small beach bay. When you climb over the entrance gate, you enter a world which stopped perhaps 50 years ago - could me longer, only touched by some squatters who left a few belongings which inspire to think what people they were and which life they had. Some notes are left in Spanish and I was told that a Mexican Woman lived there with children. One building is burned out, others are nicely decorated in recent times. Scrap is tidily piled and sorted. Some books, an old piano, a water pond, old coal cookers and trays like they were used in hospitals. There is just wind, the sound of moving bamboo, some birds, mosquitos and when looking out of the window over the sea you can not help feeling that this is a place still some souls might be who spent or ended their life here.

The morning walk trail: From a small plateau at N22 13.865 E114 06.985 trails enter the most Northern hill side of the the island. It makes a very nice morning walk of 2 hours and covers incredible views on the South China Sea island world, the city of Hong Kong and the Ships passing through the strait. You can watch the pilot ships embarking and debarking from the container vessels to guide though the narrow waters. On the top of the hill Igor, a Russian Short Wave radio amateur, has set up an antenna to morse and talk to the world like in the “old times” when wireless communication still needed some skills and knowledge.

The model plane hill: Walking on unpaved trails from Yung Shue Wan to the South of the island, is a slope which can be seen from far, by the many eagles turing their circles there on sunny days in the thermic. The strong updraft at this point (N22 13.350 E114 07.311) has been also discovered by a group of model glider enthusiasts which are flying their remote controlled planes here sometimes even more acrobatic than the eagles. I like sitting at this place and watching it all, first of all because I was flying model planes myself many years ago and secondly because I enjoy seeing people which are enthusiastic about building and flying these planes. Enthusiasm on building things is very rare in Hong Kong, so this is not just a beautiful, but also a valuable last refuge.

Gerd Heinz Balke’s grave: A few minutes walk South of the model plane hill, there is a graveyard in the bushes. It is not one of the traditional graves, like there are also many on the island, but one of these more compressed ones. I do not know Gerd Heinz Balke who died here in 2000 at the young age of 51, but I was surprised to find a German name. I found that he was a German engineer and the author of the books Paradise fermenting and Skull dance. He lived in Po Wah Yun and the title picture of his book Paradise fermenting, a tattooed dragon, was taken by Bob Davis. I bought the book for my Amazon Kindle and tried to understand and see the world though his eyes. Gravestones are like memorials for small people and sometimes I sit down here and wonder about what possibly brought him here and how he lived - of course not without thinking where I might still go and where the journey might end.

Behind the Lamma Winds: “Lamma Winds” is the name of an experimental wind power plant run by Hong Kong Electric on the island (N22 13.523 E114 07.249). Downhill the way which was formerly used to bring in material for the plant, there is a remote village which faces Aberdeen on the other side of the Lamma Strait. At the entrance of the village is a hand drawn bill board in Japanese nailed against an old tree. It enquires about a Japanese boy who lived in this village and went missing in 1945 and gives a local phone number to call. It looks like somebody is waiting that the man who was this boy, one day will revisit this station of his life and find an old friend. 

The overhanging Rocks: On the Southern part of the Island after crossing over the top of Mount Stenhouse, partly breaking through thorny bushes, there is a granite stone structure where one rock is reaching out, held by another one on it. I sometimes brought student group up there on a weekend hike (the few which can handle a steep slope). The structure itself is amazing and usually after the excitement, they turn quiet sitting there and watching the ships passing by on the glittering sea.

Turtle beach and the ginger flowers: One of the most beautiful beaches here which is accessible from the land side, is on the Southern Side of Mount Stenhouse. Passing trough old villages, an remain of a school building and plains of ginger flowers and gardens you reach this bay. Here sea turtles are breeding and from June until October the access is prohibited to protect the habitat. This unfortunately does not stop some Yachting Hobby Captains to enter into the bay from the water side and even sometimes blast pop-music into the scenery to have what they call “a good time”. But most of the time, outside the protected period, this is a wonderful place to be.

Main Villages: The island is connected to Hong Kong Central and the Aberdeen Port by three rather frequent ferry lines by Piers in the villages Yung Shue Wan, Sok Kwu Wan (N22 12.381 E114 07.871), and Pak Kok (N22 14.195 E114 06.598). The first two of these villages have made it into travel guidebooks and on weekends are flooded with tourists, but Pak Kok still remains a silent refuge. Yung Shue Wan has many small shops for daily supplies, a bakery (N22 13.608 E114 06.680), a post office (N22 13.605 E114 06.635) and a little clinic with nice staff and excellent health services for all the small things which can happen. I avoid this village on weekends, because of the tourists and on weekdays because of the intensive construction works with which the Drainage Department follows its obvious mission to convert the world into a public toilet (which was a good mission is days when there were non). Another reason I avoid Yung Shue Wan is that, even there are no cars allowed, the construction and shop logistics is kept up by village vehicles which are noisy and frequently operated by careless drivers. The only reasons to pass by Yung Shue Wan is ferry access and to get some basic supplies. On the Southern part of the Island, the main village is Sok Kwu Wan (N22 12.381 E114 07.871), which is connected by ferry to Central Hong Kong and by land via a concrete trail to Yung Shue Wan. Sok Kwu Wan is famous for seafood and dominated by a group of restaurants called “Rainbow”, which also operate their own ferries. The food is neither specially good, nor specially cheap, but somehow it became a tourist attraction. Pak Kok Village is still much more remote. Inconvenience in access and getting supplies attracts a certain kind of people, which appreciate quietness and nature. Other villages are scattered over all the island, which have different characters. Many of them are too dense build up to live there, but nice to pass through on a walk.

People: The Island is estimated to have about 3-4 thousand residents, most of them living in the main village clusters. This number seems to vary a lot, as a large number takes it as a hub for some months between other travels. Lamma Island has the reputation of a hippie island, where Cannabis is grown in the herbal garden and all kinds of drugs find their way to the end consumer. Even there is a significant group of now increasingly elderly citizens which can not let go from what they think is the “good old 70s and early 80s”, the island is not a hippie refuge any more. This group of the island community seems for me to have established a “live and let live equilibrium”. In terms of drugs, I guess the only over-proportional consumption of them seems alcohol. But I might be wrong. When blood alcohol level drops to being close to sober in the morning, comes a period of vomiting, usually followed by a round of rock music and then already time is coming for another drink. In the Centre of Yung Shue Wan there are a few bars forming the social centre for the “ever drunks”, but these places are avoidable and I can not even recall their names.

Another group are people who work in Hong Kong and fortunately of all kinds of backgrounds. Increasingly also ethnic Chinese move in and appreciate a bit of village life as a strong contrast to the crowded and over-urban Hong Kong. All over Lamma Island is a colorful place in terms of attitudes and in my eyes a place where diversity works very nicely. The indigenous residents are traditionally mainly fishing people and now run small shops and restaurants, partly as a source of short term supplies for residents and partly targeting at tourists which come into the villages in large crowds on weekends. They work hard and take life a reality. 

Tourists: The tourists coming to Lamma Island usually do not leave the main paths and they are a significant income source for many shop owners, food shops and restaurants which retail along their ways. The main kind of tourists coming are unfortunately very unpleasant people and far too many. Noisy and rude - they stick to their Hong Kong manners, even they face a bit of nature and stay “plugged in”. One disadvantage they speak the local dialect of Guandong Province which is called Cantonese. This language seems originally designed to ensure basic communication by shouting over from Hong Kong Island to Kowloon and it has not adapted to the world of mobile phones (even this technology is quite overused in the region). They shout at each other from distances of 3 feet, like they would have to bridge a mile. Cantonese also seems to be a very colloquial language, which did not develop a significant body of literature or any special vocabulary which is outside the semantic fields of pop-stars and computer games. But I might be wrong, because my Chinese language interest focussed on Putonghua (Mandarin Chinese). Fortunately, the physical dysfunctionality coming from their lifestyles, does not allow them easily to leave the villages or the so-called Family Trail connecting Yung Shue Wan and Sok Kwu Wan. But sometimes they can not be avoided on the ferry.

Artists: Lamma Island is sometimes quoted to be an “artistic environment”. There are a few people around, who found a way of making a living out of some simple handicraft and assignments as a photographer or journalist, designer or writer. There are only very few outstanding examples but also they seem to be stuck in the passage of their life when they were good and missed the developing their skills, thinking and experiences further. Alcohol and a certain concept of rude and careless individualism, which is a mistaken for “freedom”, makes it largely impossible for them to develop further refinement. On the other hand, here is a place, where people receive appreciation for their doings and are happy to be recognized. Where else in the world can a “painting housewife” be a celebrated artist?

Dogs: There are many dogs on the Island, which are mostly companions of non-indigenous residents. The dogs are peaceful and used to people. Only outside the villages, there can be some vicious dogs found. But also those rarely attack. If they, it usually is a result overestimation of abilities and at this point I refer to Korean dog meat recipes. However, I do not   encourage actively hunting dogs for meat, because many island residents have very emotional relationships to their pets here.

Snakes: Legends say that during the Second World War the Japanese were running a snake farm for experimental purposes on Lamma Island. I would not be surprised if this is just a local myth. But as a matter of fact there are many snakes on the island, including very venomous ones like the Chinese Cobra, the Bamboo Viper and even the Banded Krait, which I have all seen here myself. The most surprising one though was a Burmese Python in the bushes behind Mount Stenhouse.