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The strange natural beauty of Mono Lake

Several years ago, I remember seeing some photos of weird stone formations in a lake and after finding out that the lake was in California, I was determined to visit it someday.    

Last week, during an impromptu road trip, I got the chance. 

Mono Lake is in the northern part of California, east of Yosemite.  It is very unique because it contains "tufas" which are essentially limestone pillars.  These pillars are formed when underwater springs rich in calcium mix with the alkaline lake water and precipitates form.  When the level of the lake drops (which it has over the past fifty years), the tufas are exposed.  

If you're still confused about where this place is, I have provided a map.  It takes about five or six hours to get there from Los Angeles.  

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I have never seen anything like this place.  Beautiful, serene, almost alien.  The largest congregation of tufas are on the south coast of the lake which is where the photos below were taken.  I can imagine that dawn would be a great time to visit and the motivation to get great pictures would definitely make me get out of bed at 5am and slog my way down to the water's edge.  Bishop is the nearest town and there are plenty of hotels to choose from.  I suggest LaQuinta because you can make your own Belgian waffles for breakfast and they allow dogs.

If you're up in that area, there are a couple of other attractions.  The ancient Bristlecone forest is nearby which has trees that are several thousand years old.  (Photos to be posted later).  Bodie, an deserted mining town, is north of Mono Lake but I didn't have time to check it out.  I've also heard that the road isn't good and I would likely need a car newer than a 1997 Chrysler convertible to make the trek.  There is also Mammoth skiing area if you like playing around in the white stuff.

This is a great area of California and I can't wait to get back.

Handsome boy

I'm trying out a new program for black and white photos called Silver Efex Pro 2 and it produces some pretty amazing results.

Here is Chan who is my pain-in-the-ass Pekingese who requires walking at 6am.  If he could walk himself, he would be perfect!

Helping Cambodia is like buying a beautiful broken mug

Last November, I was in Cambodia for about three weeks doing work for the Savong Foundation which I created to help a community in the northern part of that country. 

A few days before I made the long trip back home, I met a lady who was trying to make a business by selling Cambodian pottery.  She had a few samples for me to look at and I was very impressed at the quality and care that had gone into shaping each piece.  Since I love to drink coffee out of large mugs, I thought it would be perfect to have her make a custom design for my morning caffeine ritual. 

She was thrilled to have a new customer and I was excited about taking home a souvenir from a country that I had grown to love over the past couple of years.  We sat down and I told her everything that I wanted:

The size. 

The shape. 

The colour. 

And I wanted Khmer writing all over it.  I didn’t really care what the writing said.  I just wanted it to be covered in the beautiful Cambodian script.     

She smiled and nodded and took notes and I was convinced that she understood everything that I said.  I asked her how much and she told me $20.  It seemed a bit high (keep in mind that many Cambodians make $50/month or less) but I was happy to support her fledgling business.  I was told that it would be ready at least a day before I was scheduled to leave and we agreed on a time and place for the pick-up.  In my mind, everything seemed very clear and simple. 

A day before leaving, I contacted the woman because I had not yet heard from her.  Everything was fine she said but the mug wasn’t ready.  She assured me that it would be ready before my flight.  I was a little worried about this because I had other last minute things to do besides picking up a souvenir but Cambodians are such gracious and happy people, I told her that it wasn’t a problem and we would meet the morning of my departure. 

I couldn’t wait to see the mug.  The delay only increased my excitement.  On my previous trips, I had taken a few souvenirs back with me but this was something I could use every morning and in my mind’s eye, I saw exactly what it was going to look like. 

At the agreed upon time, I anxiously awaited the woman’s arrival.  She was late but not by too much time.  After spending three weeks in Cambodia, I was quite familiar with how fluid appointment times were and since I was still on Cambodian time, it really didn’t bother me.  She greeted with a huge smile and proudly pulled four mugs out of a large shopping bag.  I took a look at each one. 

None of them looked like what I had described to her.  None of them. 

I picked each one up.  There was no doubt that they were all beautiful.  Handmade.  Rustic stain.  And on the bottom was a Khmer signature.  They were large but not the giant size that I had requested.  I was disappointed but the woman was beaming with a smile and in some weird way, I felt like I couldn’t disappoint her. 

“I’ll take this one” and picked up the one that had an elephant head for a handle. 

“Would you like to take all of them?”

Did you ever read those books when you were a kid that gave you a choice at the end of the page?  If you chose one thing, it would send you off to a certain page and if you chose something else, you would flip to a different page?  The flow of the story would change depending on your decisions so you could read the entire book a couple of times and have several different versions. 

I felt like there were several different ways I could answer pottery lady and each answer would take me to a different outcome. 

For example: 

“You can take all your mugs and stick them where the sun don’t shine!”  Although this may have required some Khmer translation, the emotion behind the words would have gotten my point across. 

Or

“Are you kidding me?  I gave you EXACT details on what I wanted for a mug and not only did you NOT do what I wanted, you are trying to sell me FOUR mugs that cost as much as a luxury meal in Los Angeles!”

Or

“Well, I’ll take one but it isn’t really what I wanted so I’ll pay you $10 for it.”

Or

“They’re all so beautiful but I only need one.  Here’s $20.  I wish you the best luck for your business.” 

I chose the latter and handed over my money.  She was thankful and she told me that she hoped she would see me again when I returned to her country.  I assured her that I would keep my eye out for her—and buy my pottery somewhere else.

Actually, I only thought that last part.  C'mon, I'm a polite Canadian.     

Despite my crappy packing skills (I just throw everything in and hope for the best), the mug managed to make its way across the Pacific in one piece.  I’m not sure if I was so lucky but I was at least happy to stuff fast food down my gullet once again and have a really long hot shower.  You have no idea how luxurious a hot shower is until you’ve been deprived for three weeks.    

Several days after arrival, I pulled my mug out of the suitcase, cleaned it up and poured some steamy hot brew into it while I was weeding through my morning emails.  Moments later, I noticed that the coffee that was supposed to be inside the container was now outside of it and dripping onto the floor.  I snatched up the mug and lo and behold, the beautiful souvenir that was supposed to be useful and meet my design expectations was clearly leaking from a defective seam in the bottom. 

The older I get the more patient I get.  I think it’s from all those years working with animals.  I have learned that the more upset I am, the worse it gets for me and anger really doesn’t improve a situation.  Ten years ago, I probably would have thrown the mug against the wall and stomped on all the pieces.  Instead, I calmly emptied the remaining coffee into the sink, rinsed out the residue, cleaned up my desk and poured some stain remover onto the carpet.  I dried the mug and contemplated its fate.  I wasn’t going to throw it away; I paid $20 for the damn thing.  In the end, I stuck some pencils and pens in it and proclaimed it my Cambodian homemade pencil and pen holder.

And actually, I kinda like it.  It is far prettier than the hazy piece of glassware that I used before and as a pencil and pen holder, it hasn’t disappointed me at all. 

Working in Cambodia is very much like the story of this mug.  The Cambodian people are wonderful and NGOs (Non Governmental Organizations) such as The Savong Foundation want to see them succeed.  Yes, we can do lots of planning to make everything perfect but everything seems to cost more and take longer than what it should.  And the end result is usually not what was expected.  Should we be frustrated and angry and give up?  Of course not because that doesn’t help anyone.  A better approach is to be flexible, open and explore other possibilities within this unique culture and then something good will usually happen.  Therein lies the reward and everyone goes home happy even if it means using a big Korean Starbucks mug for their morning brew.

The Savong Foundation is dedicated to helping the communities of northern Cambodia.  Please visit us at our website www.savongfoundation.org for more information.  

How to be an international hero

The Savong Foundation is a 501(c)3 registered charity based in Los Angeles, California. Its mission is to support projects in northern Cambodia which includes the Savong School, the Savong Orphan Center, the Student Center as well as outreach projects in the community.

I'm very proud to write that we just had our first year anniversary and what a year it has been!  

We have worked with people all over the world and have been involved in projects that range from finding sponsors for the children at the orphan center to installing a solar panel at the school.  Earlier this year, we opened the student center which is home to ten "big kids" who attend the local high school and university.  And on the horizon is extending the dental hygiene program implemented by the Angkor Hospital for Children so that more people are aware of the health benefits of a great smile.  

But like all charities, we can't do our work without you.  

We count on your support to help spread the word about the foundation and raise money for our projects.  We are a small charity but we work hard in making sure that the donated funds go towards the people who are much less fortunate than ourselves.  None of our board members take a salary and we cover all our travelling expenses to Cambodia with our own money.     

Would you like to join our family?  Here's how:  

• Follow us on facebook   http://www.facebook.com/savongfoundation
• Mention us on twitter  @savongfoundn
• Buy from our store  http://www.zazzle.com/savong
• Set up a birthday wish http://www.facebook.com/savongfoundation/app_2318966938
• Make a monthly tax deductible donation through Razoo  http://www.razoo.com/story/Savongfoundation
• Sell your items on eBay and donate some of the profits  http://donations.ebay.com/charity.jsp?NP_ID=46695
• Donate $10 to the new student center  http://www.razoo.com/story/The10fundraiser
• Join our cause to support Cambodian youth  http://www.causes.com/causes/650509-support-cambodian-youth
• Sponsor a child at the orphan center or a student at the student center.  Email me at phil@savongfoundation.org for more details.    

And of course, if you go to Cambodia, you can see everything for yourself!

On behalf of the Savong Foundation, I sincerely thank you for all your support.  

Phil Caldwell
CEO Savong Foundation

My Dream Job

Have you heard?

NBC has a new show this fall about a grumpy veterinarian!  I would be perfect!

Well, not for the main character because the show has already been cast and Justin Kirk gets to play the smarmy vet.

But they might need a consultant for the show.  A living breathing real life veterinarian who has suffered for years in the trenches of animal care.  And that, my friends, would be me.

A job that combines veterinary medicine, television, comedy and extra money?  I can't think of anything better.

Check it out.  What do you think?

http://www.nbc.com/animal-practice/

Mr. Greenblatt, have your people call me people.  Stat!

Sign of the times

This was a sign that I happened to see in an upscale neighborhood.

Dang, these neighborhood watch people are hard-core!  

You sure don't want to be caught buying ice tea or skittles in this 'hood.  Or you gonna pay, brother, you gonna pay. 

Memories of Savannah

I was in Savannah, Georgia last week for a veterinary seminar.  I learned the proper way to amputate a penis.

But enough of the exciting stuff.

Savannah is one of my favourite places in the world.  There is something really charming about a place where strangers say hello as they pass on the street, people dress up for church, kids fly kites in the park and the beautiful squares are filled with old trees draped with Spanish moss.

And you can drink beer or liquor in public places.  Score for the homeless drunks!  

The food is great too if you like large portions of the really fattening stuff.  I usually try to make it to Mrs. Wilkes' Dining Room for some fried chicken, black eyed peas and collards but I missed my chance this visit.  Something to look forward to next time.

As always, I had some observations as I was strolling around town.  And I strolled A LOT.  Most of my time (when I wasn't learning about medicine and surgery) was spent walking around town and I didn't once get bored.  There was always so much to see and it was all free.

So these were some of the thoughts that filled my head ...

•    Paula Deen's restaurant is overrated but if you are a woman older than 60 and LOVE Paula, then you should probably eat there.  

• If you sit long enough in one of the squares, someone will eventually sit down and talk with you and the conversation will likely revolve around God and money.  

• The Hilton deSoto is a terrible eyesore in the historic district and it's criminal that a beautiful old hotel was demolished on the same site.  

• I am not a fan of soft shell crabs.  When I ate them, I kept thinking that they weren't that good and their lives were in vain.  

• Savannah is a place where a lot of wives drag their reluctant husbands.  And sometimes their even more reluctant teenage sons.  

• I've seen Miss Chablis and she truly cannot lip sync to save her life.  

• How is it possible that two different taxi drivers tried to rip me off?  For the record, it's a $28 flat fee from the historic district to the airport.  

• Five Guys Burger and Fries make really good burgers that probably taste a lot better when it's 2am and you're still drunk.  

• They should put a bench in the same place where Forrest Gump sat.  It would be crazy popular.  

• Savannah at night is truly scary.  I was so freaked out the first night I woke up in a cold sweat thinking that some entity was in my room and staring at me. I'm not convinced that it didn't happen.  

• Fried green tomatoes are much better than they sound.  

• There are four types of people in Savannah; SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) students, tourists, homeless looking people who may or may not be homeless and rich looking business people who may or may not be rich business people.  

• Don't put Savannah Bee Honey in your carry-on luggage.  They will take it away.  Bastards.  

• Is is so wrong that I saw a powder blue seersucker suit and wanted to buy it?  

• Leopold's ice cream was my most exciting discovery on this trip.  

If you have never been to Savannah, I strongly encourage you to go.  Make sure you stay at a B&B (and be prepared to pay for it) and eat lots and walk lots and try to meet as many interesting people as you can.  

And have fun!

Retro Dominican Republic

This is my attempt at a retro grunge style of photo.

Not sure it really worked but hey, it was fun putting it all together.

Photoshop is the best time waster ever!

A Dominican Magician

In case you've ever wondered if it is possible to punch screwdrivers up your nose, I have something to say:

Yes, it is possible and here is the proof.

While we were drinking rum and eating fish on the beach, I paid for this travelling magician to show us some tricks.  I didn't expect him to pull out two screwdrivers and promptly whack them into his sinuses.  This what not something I wanted to see since my stomach was already feeling a little queasy from all the beachy sun and sea time.

He also swallowed two bullets and regurgitated them back up.  Pretty impressive but I probably could do that if I really tried.  And Steve-O did that with live goldfish so I felt like I had seen it before.

And he also threaded a lot of string through his nose which I thought was a bit of a filler act.

He did something with fire too.  I think he juggled it or something.  I normally would remember but there was a girl beside me and she was very distracting.  And not in a good way.

If you want to see him, he's pretty easy to find.  Just keep your eye out for him along the Sosua Beach in the Dominican Republic.  According to my dad, he's been walking around there for at least the past ten years, possibly longer.

The Domincan Republic: Photoshopped!

More photos from the island paradise ...

Memories of the Dominican Republic

A couple of weeks ago, I was down in the Dominican Republic which is one half of the Caribbean island of Hispaniola.

There are many great things about this country but most tourists remember the long stretches of relatively deserted beaches ...

Did I go a little overboard on the photshop?  Hmmm, yeah, should have pulled back on the saturation a little bit but the colors are still pretty dramatic.  

This is my dad and not some random guy wearing trousers on the beach.  

At one of the restaurants, this dog was patiently waiting for the leftovers.  Fish bones?  No problem!  

Okay, yes, I take pictures of flowers ...

... and weirdly shaped structures that are difficult to tell if they are plant or animal.  

Sunset over Sosua Beach.  Sosua is on the north coast just adjacent to the big city of Puerto Plata.  As the sun goes down, most people's blood alcohol goes up.  

If you want to get it all out, then nothing should stop you.  No matter where you are.  

In this case, we were on the top of the mountain in Puerto Plata otherwise known as the National Park of Isabella de Torres.  There is a large Jesus here with outstretched arms, kinda like in Rio, but on a much smaller scale.  

This little guy was just hamming it up for my camera.  I luv taking pictures of kids.    

Lillies.  Just because.  Much less expressive than kids but they still possess a certain quiet charm.  

This is my tourist shot at the top of the mountain.  Great views.  Something a little different than just lying like a roast chicken on a beach.  

I'm looking a little pasty.  And that's because I bought 200SPF sunblock by mistake.  

This is a very large rock on a beach.  It's an amazing photo, isn't it?  

I said that because there really isn't anything else to say about it.  

Shells.  I took the time to edit this photo so I'm going to include it in the collection, damnit.  

These pictures were taken at La Boca which is a little hidden away from the usual tourist destinations.  Every time I've been here, it has always been deserted or almost deserted.  Great body surfing if you're into that kinda stuff.  

And there is a small restaurant here that serves the best fish I've ever tasted (not including sushi which is in a class by itself) .  

Pinas!  

There are more photos on their way and I promise you they are way more interesting.  At least I hope so.