Galle, Mirissa, Sri Lanka, Unawatuna

Going ALL the Way

My travels are coming to an end. Slowly slowly coming back to what people generally call reality.

It is August 2017. Soon i will be going back to Europe. I have about one week left in Sri Lanka. One week. Why not check out some beaches and temples? Take some rest before heading back to Colombo and Negombo 😀


A local bus with a funky interior design brings me south to Wellawaya. From there, I take another bus due south, to Mirissa.



Once in Mirissa I take a tour on a scooter to Galle and Unawatuna



I am surprised to find a Japanese Peace Pagoda which has an astonishing resemblance to the one in Vienna at the Danube. Same goes for the interior arrangement of the temple.




Jungle Beach. Five minutes from the Peace Pagoda. I just had a dip in the ocean. Cut my feet and knees on the corals. Taking rest now. Enjoying the heat. Get lunch. Some locals invite me to celebrate their friend’s upcoming marriage. A lot of food. A lot of booze.


Along the coast I ride for about an hour until I reach Galle. I walk about aimlessly. There are quite a lot of tourists here. Most of them Dutch. Which makes sense as this is a Portuguese Fort built in 16C fortified and extended by the Dutch in 17C. I feel as if I have seen enough of Galle after about two hours. There are old churches and antique stores, the beach is not far and the view is terrific.

All of this, though, as interesting as it may be for someone interested in it – for someone who’s really into it, seems to be not much more than entertainment for the many. An opportunity to take a selfie and another, and another. Some proof to show to others: “Look at us, we have been here.”





Before and after Galle I chill out at the beach. Driving or walking around aimlessly is what I like most these days. Nowhere to go in particular feels great. Of course, there is also a certain restlessness in the mix. As soon as I sit down somewhere I feel like I wanna explore what is behind the next hill or what the next bay has to offer. On my offline map it only says “blowhole”…




Sand and Sea before sunset



Jerantut, Kuantan, Malaysia

GoingGoingGoing… Gone.

It’s been several weeks since my stay at Dhamma Malaya. You may read about it in the previous three articles I posted. I am going to post some photos here to illustrate briefly how the journey went on.



Two nights at the beach – one in the tent and one on the kitchen floor of Thom’s cabin.

Unfortunately, the pavilion to the left does not prevent our tent to be flooded during the night

Lovely time with Thom, Maymay, Lya, Josy, Joy, and of course Senna, the magic jungle cat. The third day, the sun is shining again, the clouds have passed away.

So happy to be outside again after all those rainy days we are enjoying the Tongkang Bay.

Hi, I’m Senna, the magick jungle kat, your personal chill guru … 😉



A friend tells us it’s impossible to go north to visit the islands near Terenganu right now. So we decide to go west and try… but due to unfavorable weather conditions, also the National Park (Taman Negara) is inaccessible. Too much rain also in this area. Roads are flooded.

Since Chinese New Year is approaching also in Jerantut (south of the entrance to Taman Negara) it is not that easy to find a place to stay. Luckily, we are spotted by Yen, a compassionate nun, at a Mahayana temple. Surprisingly, she invites to stay overnight. We help them packing up sweets, meditate, and go to sleep early.

At Dhamma Vihāra, Jerantut, we bid farewell to our friendly host…

   … and leave Jerantut with the intention to go to Malacca. This plan, however, we change because everyone goes there during Chinese New Year and thus, we don’t get a bus ticket. Instead, we decide to go north after one night in Bangk… errm… KL.

On our way back to KL. We were told that if we’d wait with departure, we might be stuck in Jerantut because of inundated roads

Kuantan, Malaysia, Sharing

East Coast

As mentioned in the post about jetlag we are here to recharge our batteries after the long flight. Another reason is our intention to attend a retreat at Dhamma Malaya which is situated west of Kuantan, reachable by RapidKuantan bus 100. We arrive at Kuantan after a 3.5hrs bus trip from KL station TBS (Terminal Bersepadu Selatan). After we have clarified how to get there we cross the road close to the Central Market which is next to the Hentian Bandar (Town Bus Stop). Well, let’s say we try to cross 😉 It’s a four lane road with a never-ending flow of cars and buses. Over time, we get better at this, even to the point of regarding it as some kind of sport to find the right timing, i.e. the kairos of starting the sprint.

As I had to leave the gas cartridge for my portable gas cooker, i try to find a new one in Kuantan. Alas, no chance. Some things go smoothly. Others are not. Wanting always plays a part. It is the precursor to suffering. That, at least, becomes painstakingly clear. After half a dozen shops and malls I give up on actively looking for a gas cartridge. Would have been a help to cook some water or beans in the jungle, but whatever… does it realy matter? Nope. Once I let go it becomes so obvious how most of the things I think I need are simply things I do not own. Once I own something, the job is done, so to speak. I get, and then I for-get. Isn’t it… an almost too human habit? We all get attached not to things but to the cravings. What follows therefrom is a state of restlessness ever pushing us further into a miserable state of mind dissatisfied with what is actually happening.

So what IS happening?

Today I get up early, at around 6 a.m. and stretch my limbs for about half an hour. I go to the nearby big market (Bazar Besar) to buy some papaya and bananas for breakfast. Joy and I have brekkie in the room and then take the RapidKuantan bus 200 to Teluk Cempedak, the easternmost part of the city.

Teluk Cempedak

Before we reach the beach at Teluk Cempedak we catch sight of McD, KFC, StB, 7/11. We pass all of them and go along the beach and the plastic bridge to arrive at an area called Tongkang Beach. The colourful signs which are fastened to numerous trees carry a clear message: “Private area” and “No Pay No Stay!”, while others are announcing the prices of having a picnic there, using the toilet, littering etc.

There is one sign on Teluk Tangkong that makes perfect sense. ♪♪Forget all worries♪For the rest of the day♪It’s all trouble free, in harmony♪♪

Who puts up these signs?, I think. Curiously, yet somewhat cautiously we venture forth into the dragon’s lair. The first guy we see is a bearded man washing his wild red mane. He looks up and asks: ‘Oh, you must be the couch surfers, right?!’ Without thinking, I respond that yes, we are couch surfers, too. We introduce ourselves and find out that this place is a café. It’s called Sempai Café. The owner comes out and welcomes us to his abode. His name is Thom, and he lives here with MayMay and his two-month old daughter Lya. They are happy to have us here after the retreat. Easy!

We go through the jungle to the other side of Teluk Cempedak and arrive at a beach. No signs here. All empty. Only three boys playing over there. The rest of the beach is one long stretch of white sand. The ocean waves are inviting us to take a dip. After about five or ten minutes, we are visited by a helicopter. He circles above us and then leaves again. Five minutes later he comes back and we have one strange encounter with it. The pilot draws near and hovers just 5 metres above the beach, confronting us, as if inquiring: ‘ Identify yourselves. What are you doing here? How did you get here?’ An awkward situation. The helicopter seems to prepare a landing on that empty beach because of us? Have we done something forbidden? Overlooked a sign?: “No access! Military training ground!” Maybe it was just the coast guard that haveseen me wave to Joy from the sea and thought I need help? Whatever it is, we have no intention of finding out. Instead, we pick up our stuff and vanish back into the jungle, partly enjoying the adrenaline rush while the deafening rotorblades of the helicopter makes verbal communication an almost impossible undertaking.

The helicopter drawing a circle above us before a rapid descent to confront us

We return to Sempai café and tell Thom that we are going to visit again in a fortnight, i.e. after the Goenka retreat. So after two weeks we revisit that place and stay as couch surfers in a tent. And in the course of our stay, it becomes increasingly clear for us how Thom tries to establish a business here while for the Malay people it must feel weird to be asked to pay a Frenchman in order to be allowed to stay at a Malay beach and enjoy a family picnic. Imagine you go to the Danube island in Vienna and some Chinese businessman has recently opened a bar and you come there just like every weekend, and now you’re asked to pay for sitting down and having a picnic with your family. In life and in death, I find it is of utmost importance always to see both sides of the equation.

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

Kay El

​My first jetlag experience. Hitherto I’ve heard only stories about it, second-hand experience. Today I know what it means to be in a state of confusion regarding time. The wake/sleep rhythm is totally out of whack. We check in at a place called Dengba Hotel. It is located on a bustling street full food stalls and massage salons. After dinner we go to sleep… at least that was the intention. Waking up at night totally awake – it’s 2 a.m. Falling asleep again. Waking up after what seems like an entire night – checking the clock – it’s 4 a.m. Sleeping…. … … and waking up at noon! Getting up the question arises: What to do? I feel resistance and slight aversion to this big Babylon. We decide to walk to Botanic Garden. The free bus GoKL makes it very easy to get around the city.

One of numerous water fountains in front of Masjid Negara (National Mosque)

Botanic Garden in the west of KL – a perfect place to relax amidst lush nature and huge butterflies!

This first day is over soon. In the late afternoon Joy meets Melody, a yogīni friend she met in Bali. I go to Wynn’s Place to stuff my belly with roti canai and nasi goreng with veggies, carrot juice. Back to Dengba Hotel. Feeling tired. Hot feet. Learned some Malay words today, mostly to do with food hehe…

Next day, we get up and get going quite early. Destination Kuantan, on the east coast. We are going to participate in a 10-day Vipassana retreat (as taught by S.N. Goenka who deceased in November 2013).

We arrive at 24/7 Hotel, check in and explore the town. Mostly, we are here to charge our batteries after the long flight. This can be done best in lush green areas with many trees and fresh water.

Taman Gelora – a great place to spend a sunny afternoon in the cool shade of palm trees, only 20mins busride from the city centre

We particularly like Taman Gelora, a wonderful park with palm trees and lotus pond – easy to reach by RapidKuantan local bus 201. So many animals live there! We see monkeys copulating after territorial disputes, we see munching squirrels and cats chilling in the shade. We share half a water melon and spot birds chirping their way thru life and mini-crabs crawling into sandy holes on the beach nearby. I have a short walk in the river.

At Botanic Garden KL a huge butterfly poses for a photo session

In the evening we dine again in the deli restoran: daal, naan, mee goreng, teh tarik, a most fabulous combination 😛
In general, I feel a bit weary and irritable today. Jetlag symptoms, we agree. Joy hurts her toe cuz of flip-flops. Only to have some alternative she buys some red plastic footwear which she decides to leave behind two weeks later. All in all, it seems to be a pretty little town, Kuantan. Of course, we are curious to explore more of it.

At the esplanade

How could we know what awaits us in the days to come?! An adventurous plot ahead, with two beginner’s minds like us, not-knowing proves to be a blessing, no doubt.

Burma, Hpa-An

Touring Hpa-An

Another week in Myanmar. After two weeks at Pa-Auk Forest Monastery it is one without a fixed daily schedule. I go to Hpa-An in the north of Mawlamyine (Moulmein) and stay with Soe Bros, a guesthouse with friendly staff offering tours to the nearby caves and lakes. There is a balcony on every floor which serves as a meeting place for travelers.

I participate in a tour with 6 others. It is truly amazing. Great group vibe. Smiling faces. Pretty cool driver named Eloy.


Impressive caves embedded in nature. We visit many caves. I lose count. And it really doesn’t matter. I tend to be precise but not too much into statistics.




Good one!


Famous rock with stupa in background, some nobodies in foreground


Homage to the three jewels


I was told there are at least 1,000 (one thousand!) Buddhas in Lumpbhini Park



View from cave before the descent to the lake


Work in progress (courtesy of Camilla Howe. thankyous 😉


Some dude having coffee and cheerut at the lake


A Cave dweller’s view over Burma Land


Taking a plunge in at the water lake with other children. It’s fœnn!

The next day I rent a scooter and drive to Mt. Zwekabin. I hike up that steep mountain. Sweating hard. after one hour I give myself a short rest. (Thinking:) I was not feeling too good this morning. Tummy was upset. Still, I went for it. But I probably picked the wrong day for that trek. Stretched out on the wooden platform at the middle station I feel weak. Then I drink and continue walking. It is very steep. Shortly before the end there is a pagoda. I feel exhausted. Have to sit down. Almost throw up right there. Just wait it out, this waterfall-sweaty dizzy heart pounding nauseous feeling subsides soon.


May ALL beings be without thirst…

Fifteen or so minutes afterwards I am ready for the last few steps up the mountain to Zwekabin Pagoda on the top. I cannot eat. It is noon. I take a nap in the shade. Photo session: Some Burmese girls take pictures with me. I have lunch and lie down again for another two hours of siesta. I listen to the last Dhammavidu talk indoors. (thx marko!) Outside it is burning hot. In the afternoon I go back down. I feel much better.


Mount Zwe Ka Bin




Small is beautiful

About the temperature, I can’t put it any better than Mr. Orwell in ‘Burmese Days’:
The heat throbbed down on one’s head with a steady, rhythmic thumping like blows from an enormous bolster. … and … The heat rolled from the earth like the breath of an oven.



Jez bin i om 🙂


After 2 hours of steep stairs I reach the peak

Scooter takes me to the bat cave where I meet some friends from yesterday’s tour. After a beautiful sunset we watch innumerable bats coming out of the cave. It goes on for more than half an hour! Indescribable…





The Salween river from top of the bat cave


Travel compays for a couple o days. What I lean on is a stupa. The skirt is called longyi (pronounced almost like lynchee)


Millions billions trillions…

On the way up Mt. Zwekabin I meet a lady. She gives me a green fan. Salty waterfalls down my arms… the next day I meet a couple on the foot of Mt. Hpa Pu. It is opposite the town of Hpa-An where I stay. Across the Salween river. The man says that maybe I have sweated out all the evil spirits. I don’t know. I don’t believe in spirits. They’re just an invention to distract from what is really scary: Reality – as it is. I believe in shit. So I guess I sweated out all the shit in the system. Shit I had put into it the day before. Burping and farting and sweating out filth and surplus air and rotting hylae on the way down Mt Zwekabin. Almost on ground level I meet Noel again, a Philippine I’d met when I was with Karina (Graz) to have a great traditional dinner at Galaxy Hotel for free. She was so sad to leave Myanmar. Anicca dukkha.

I take the boat across the river and climb the stairs up Mt. Hpa Pu. Nice view. Truly amazing. No tablet with me so no landscape pictures this time. Just imagine! A short way before the peak the stairs end. From there, I have to climb. I give up when it gets too steep. Flipflops are no gear for that. Way too slippery. No grip on the gravel part. And with bare feet the rugged stones feel like sauna-stones. So both with and without footwear… all options I have to let go of. Not worth risking an injury of any kind. Humbling experience for a Capricorn. A parallel to the day before when I almost pass out and go down in a burping-farting-fashion. (Thinking:) Why am I attached to this body, or other bodies? Why give it so much importance? Just to think of the stuff which gets out of ANY orifice seems enough to be repulsed. Why identify with this loathsome bag of flesh at all? Why o why?

Maybe that is also what I meant before when I mentioned what is really scary.

Burma, Mae Sot, Mawlamyine

A very wet road trip


Border-X-ing @ Mae Sot

In general, Myanmar is calm. People are super friendly and extremely helpful.

And yet…I am writing this at a guesthouse in Hpa-An. Suddenly I hear a thud in the distance, sounds like a detonation. My seat shudders for a second. What was that?! A young girl comes and turns on the TV.

… …

Two weeks ago I entered the country overland. It was a piece of cake, really. Took a bus from Sihanoukville to Bangkok. Stayed there for Songkran festival and left as soon as I could. Songkran being Songkran, we got completely soaked as we went through the villages. Here are some impressions.


Old friends having a chat


Many buckets were not thrown on us but right onto our luggage. Funny, yes, in a limited sense. Once you dont give a shit anymore you dance along…


Tire asti gate gate paragate parasamgate hehe


Problem. Solution. Ten minutes.

Bangkok, Thailand

Astrological passage สงกรานต์


Let’s get it oooon 😛


Three smiling girls near Chao Phraya river


Khaosan Road transforms into Khaosan River


Wash of all the dirt of the past. Cleanse the body. Clear your ♥. Be refreshed by the elixir of life. Buckets, pistols and bazookas filled up with icy water. Right inna your face. Wake up wake up. Get soaked. Have no worries. Wake up! Love is all around. Let it in. Let it flow. Let all conventions go. Feel free. Touch for peace. Just be! Yeah! Happy New Year!!! สวัสดีปีใหม่!!

Sometimes people ask me when I will go home again. Then the first thing that comes to mind is always: Well I am home. I feel at home here in South East Asia. And like I said be4 I am so confident everything turns out lovely. Nothing can happen. I am safe.