The North South Hemisphere Question:

The question of whether or not the orientation of the Lo Pan, Lo Shu should be reversed when applied to the Southern Hemisphere has been thrown back an forth for years so lets consider the excellent arguments put forward in Qi Concepts at the [http://www.dragonsbreath.co.uk]

Feng Shui originated in China between 3000 and 5000 years ago. China is a vast country however its placement is entirely in the Northern hemisphere no part is closer than 18 degrees North of the equator. There is neither authentic historical data, nor are there any records regarding the application of Feng Shui theory in the Southern Hemisphere. Evidence simply does not exist, so unfortunately we have to debate the question, postulate our theories and make our own decision on what we feel comfortable with. Certainly if you live close to the equator, you need to be aware of the difference between the geographical equator and the magnetic equator, as I have already pointed out in the previous section. The difference can be quite considerable as much as 12? of latitude that’s 720 nautical miles or 828 statute if you like.

Isogonics Charts show the magnetic flux. It can range from 0° to 30°. Interestingly the large area over China has no Magnetic Variation. This diagram is only to illustrate the variation in flux. To see a good example of an Isogonics Chart visit the British Geological Society Web Site

If you look at the earth you can see that the earths axis is inclined at angle of 23.5? to the plane of its orbit around the sun this is called the ecliptic. It maintains this tilt pointing rigidly and parallel to the same point in space towards the Star Polaris. If the angle of the Earths axis remained perpendicular to the plane of the Sun then the Sun would be overhead at the equator at all times. This is not the case however and we are stuck with it the way it is.

The Earth orbits the sun in 365 days. The suns apparent motion crosses to the North side of the equator for around for six months peaking during the summer solstice on the 21 June, over the Tropic of Cancer where it reaches its maximum declination* North around 23? North. It then starts to decline and crosses to the Southern side of the equator crossing the point of Libra around the 21 September. It continues its loop South until it is over Capricorn around December 22nd, the winter solstice, where it is at its lowest West point.( Reversed for the S Hemisphere) It should be clear from this now how the seasons are formed. (*the angular distance of the sun North or South of the Equator)

From this model, we can see that most people in China lived above The 22nd Parallel of North latitude. This means that their view of the sun, from Quinghai Province North Central China for instance, on the 21 June would have been rising East North Easterly approximately 064? True (24°N of E).

The sun would traverse the sky, reaching its maximum altitude of 74? at mid day, when it bears due South, and the proceeds across the sky Westward where it sets West North West around 290?True (16°N of W)

Now if we consider the fact that the earliest school of Feng Shui was Form School Feng Shui, which supposedly predates the compass by at least 2000 years and was concerned with the topography of the landscape using the four celestial animals configuration we can see a pattern forming.

We have in Chinese Form School an arrangement naturally looking towards the midday Sun/South our biggest source of energy and the ultimate Yang. the source of our warmth and light. This is the Phoenix to the front Red /Orange its element is Fire like the rising and setting of the Sun. It is only natural that this would be the direction for the Yang rooms of a home to face. These would be the rooms that are most active and used during the day.

They would be the most open rooms with the largest windows The entrance hall, living room, family room, conservatory, courtyard, sundeck,

The Turtle is to the North at the back of us providing protection. Blue/Black/ Yin Cold and dark like the long far Northern nights. The Black Turtle historically represents the shady side of the hill. It makes sense that this direction with the least light smallest windows and being the most Yin should be considered the most suitable for the Yin rooms of the house such as the bedrooms toilets bathrooms store rooms.

The Azure/Green Dragon the colour of the Eastern plains and the China sea, is to the left/East and the rising Sun, Its wood element is expansive and represents the growth of spring and the dawn of each new morning. This area is conducive to a kitchen being yang but lesser yang than the South and good for breakfast room, if there is a garden then this is an area for a vegetable plot or an orchard especially if they can be orientated to a southerly aspect.

The White tiger to the right/West, towards the snowy peaks of the Himalayas and the setting Sun. its metal element is representative of contraction and autumn it is yin, feminine, conserving and protecting by nature. This is also a good area for children’s bedrooms and nursery especially for the youngest daughter.

It is relatively easy to see how and why the ancient Chinese configured their homes to face in these directions. This configuration is just as relative today to homes in the Northern hemisphere as it as 5000 years ago in China. If we had the option to build our perfect home, this would be the configuration we would be most likely to choose, for sure.

The energy pattern and qualities of the sun’s apparent motion in the Northern Hemisphere as viewed down on the North Pole is clockwise. Likewise, the major ocean currents and major air streams the trade winds and monsoons circulate in a clockwise direction.

(The World Climatic Chart for July in the Admiralty sailing Directions NP136 is an excellent illustration).

In harmony with the laws of nature; and therefore balance, the Yin and Yang. The opposite exists in the Southern Hemisphere. Although the Sun will still rise in the East, the Suns apparent motion when viewed from the Southern Hemisphere is anti clockwise. The major currents and air streams are anticlockwise. The Sun, the major source of energy is to the North and the cold dark and shadows lie to the South. The four seasons are not reversed i.e. Autumn, Summer, Spring, Winter as often stated, but complement their opposites Spring and Autumn, Summer and Winter, Autumn and Spring, Winter and Summer. The wave patterns are cyclical, alternating but equal in frequency and amplitude providing a dynamic balance and overall harmony. Common sense dictates that you would not through choice build a home facing the cold Yin South, the shadow side of the hill in the southern hemisphere.

There are a number of other very powerful phenomena and examples in nature that reinforce the idea that the orientations are reversed in the Southern Hemisphere and we should be observant of our surroundings and take notice of and listen to Nature and our environment after isn’t that what Feng Shui is all about.

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The hills near Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam, a peninsula in the south, were luscious and full with moist towering green foliage, and it had its share of lizards, among them, the giant (six to seven foot) Iguanas: the green, and the three eyed type reptiles. On the more plateau area below those lofty scenic hills, by the South China Sea, there was lots of white sand, and nearly no trees for shade, for the American military support groups, during the 10,000-day Vietnam War, back in 1971. On top of a hill above the 611th Ordnance Company, was a cool shadow of a building, called the Enlisted Men’s Club, it belonged to the Air Force. The Vietnamese girl, with him (Lee Evens) sat at the bar; Lee drinking down fifteen cent can beers and the girl, sipping on a glass of Japanese rice wine. It was a very hot evening, and a song was playing with the words “…silver wings…”

“Should we have another drink?” asked the girl.

She leaned back in her chair, smiled at Corporal Lee Evens, hands on the table, the bartender, pouring the drink in a short fat thin wine glass.

“It’s mighty hot,” Lee said in a complaining tone.

“Put some ice in my wine,” the girls asked the bartender.

“Two cubes, will that do?” asked the bartender as if he was short of ice this evening.

“Yes, two will do.”

The girl drank a small portion of the wine, sucked on the ice cubes from the top of the glass as if to cool her tongue. She was looking out of the side window, into the far off hills, they were just outlines in the twilight, coal like shadows, but she knew how green and wet they often were.

“They look like the backs of green iguanas,” the man, heard her say, his mysterious date for the night.

“I’ve only seen the small ones, never the huge ones, have you?” asked the girl.

“I guess I have, I mean, yes I have seen a seven foot one once, with a back like it had a double spine, with spikes on the side of its face, and it was mighty aggressive, another one I saw once had three eyes.”

The man then drank down his beer, ordered a third round.

“I heard there are two kinds, it seems you’ve seen them both!” replied the girl.

“I suppose I have,” Lee said quietly, moving his glass back and forth on the bar counter.

The man noticed a sign over a small room, and a curtain of string beads covering the entrance, “What does the sign say, it’s in Vietnamese,” he asked her.

“For private use only,” she said.

“What exactly does that mean,” he asked her.

“It’s for a more personal use, you know, if a man and a woman want to drink in private instead of everyone looking at them, but they have to spend $10.00 minimum, to use it.”

“Should we try it?” he asked.

The girl looked at the curtain, then Lee, no one was in there she noticed, “No, I don’t think we need to yet, we’re just getting to know one another, right?”

“I guess so,” he replied in a tired voice.

“Want more Ice?” asked the bartender to the girl.

“I don’t know, I don’t think so,” she answered, adding, “although it’s refreshing with ice.”

“Fine,” said the bartender, “I’ll ask later, when the ice is completely melted.”

“It chills my tongue,” said the girl, and put the glass back onto the bar counter.

“Oh, stop talking so silly,” said Lee.

“Well, then what should we talk about?” asked the girl.

“Are you trying to amuse me, if so, stop it, and let’s try to have a fun instead, ok?” said Lee.

“Alright, I’ll try, I simple was commenting on the green hills and the reptiles that live in them, in lack of nothing else to say, I suppose it isn’t so witty, but then, what else can a girl say other than ice cubes and green hills?” She said slowly and calmly, as if on the edge of boredom.

“I want to try a new kind of beer,” said Lee, “put some tomato juice in it, I heard if you did, you could drink all night and never get drunk.”

“Is that all we are going to do is drink and get drunk?” asked the girl.

“Perhaps,” said Lee, “Why not?”

The girl looked strangely at him; the bartender looked across the bar also at Lee, with a bizarre look.

“They are really green hills this year,” she said. “They really don’t look like Iguanas. I just meant the deep green seems to be the same color of the lizards about here, their skin, like the leaves on the trees, and the tall grass, and the tall trees, you know we have one of the largest ecosystems (flora and fauna) here in Vietnam-in the world?”

“Do you want another drink?” asked Lee.

“I suppose so, why not.” Said the girl; for a moment proud of what she was saying, or trying to say, on behalf of her country (in a similar manner, she put her head down for a moment as if to settle some feelings, she knew the war was damaging what was once a plentiful ecosystem that provided not only chemicals for drugs, to better mankind worldwide, but everyday the war was going on, the damage greatest to their future way of life; at present, it was the eradication of many species of animals, insects and plants alike, and Vietnam and its people would feel it later on, especially if the South united with the North, and the population grew steadily, she was of course thinking thirty-years ahead of her time).

The cool breeze from the ceiling fan blew over their heads, and Lee wiped his brow with his sleeve.

“The beer is nice and cold here, not like in our Company Enlisted Men’s Club, it’s warm as a person’s body temperature,” commented Lee.

“How nice,” said the girl.

“No, really,” said Lee, “the beer is awful when it is warm like that, I mean it.”

The girl looked up as if she was trying to picture the rest of the evening with this soldier she had just met today, down at her village, whom she agreed to spend the afternoon, and evening with, provided he pay the bill, but that was all he was doing, paying the drinking bill.

“Do you mind, Mr. Bartender, if I open the door a bit, let in some fresh air, the fan isn’t doing the trick?” said Corporal Lee, with a slanted tone to his voice.

The bartender didn’t say a word, and Lee took that as a no.

“I’ll buy you a cold beer, Sergeant Henry,” said the girl to the bartender as if she knew him, “just let the air in for a few minutes, then we’ll close the door again, so the mosquitoes and flies stay out?”

“Go ahead,” said the bartender, as he wiped down the counter.

“What should we do Lee, after we leave the bar?”

“We’ll find out then, whatever you want to do I suppose.”

“What bothers you, I mean I want to make you happy if I can,” explained the girl.

The Girl looked at the private room with the beady curtain; put her hand out to touch his.

“You think if we hold hands, and then go into that private room we’ll both be happy?” asked the Corporal.

“Oh yes,” she said with confident certainty, “you don’t need to be afraid of me, lots of folks go in there, and they all come out eventually,” she started to laugh lightly.

“And I suppose you have in the past?” asked Lee, snotty like.

“Well,” said the girl, “if you don’t care to, that’s fine with me, we don’t have to go in there.”

“If you really want to we can,” responded Lee, with a lighter tone than he had in his previous dialogue.

“No it’s ok; it appears you really don’t want to,” said the girl.

“I do care for you,” said Lee.

“I know,” said the girl, but you get upset so easily, I mean if I talk about hills and green iguanas, you think it’s funny, but you have nothing else to say to me, I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“I get that way when I’m bored I think,” said Lee.

“Do you want to make love?” asked the girl.

“If I do, you want some kind of agreement, I mean payment, something financially with me, is that right?” asked Lee.

“It’s perfectly simple, yes!” said the girl directly and now almost coldly. “Then we can do it.”

“What do you mean, do it?” asked Lee.

“I don’t care where we do it, or all that much about me, I need the money, and I would like a boyfriend, my old one went to the States, and he paid me one third of his check to be his steady, but I care about you, and I did care about him.” She said without any emotion, her face blank as the evening sky.

“I’m not sure if I want to do it with you, if you feel that way, I mean it is a lot of money you are talking about, and what if your boyfriend comes back?”

“He will come back in three months, and then our affair is over, but I don’t want you to do it with you if you feel that way.”

The girl stood up and paced the length of the bar, looked out the window towards the hills, the dark shadowy green hills filled with water dragons, and iguanas, high trees, and foliage that reached to the edge of the hill, toward the white sands of Cam Ranh Bay.

“We could have lots of fun for three months,” added the girl to her now monologue, “I mean, it could start this very evening if you want it to.”

“No, I don’t think we can, I don’t want to spend all that money, and have someone who I have to pay to care for me. Only to dump me and care for someone else in the same manner when the time comes, I’m not that desperate for sex and a woman. Actually the desire to have you is gone, and I feel I don’t have to pretend anymore, and I don’t like lizards, or care for hills, we killed a seven foot lizard a few weeks ago-they have big fat eyes, and I don’t feel anything for the death of that ugly lizard or for our parting, of its ways. I don’t want you to do anything for me; you aren’t really good for me to be honest.”

“All right,” said the girl, “but you got to realize, you soldiers come and go, leave us girls with child and never look back, I’m no worse than the rest, surely no worse than you soldiers.”

She sat back down by the Corporal, and they both picked up their drinks, drank it down, and he ordered another round, looked at her, and she at him.

“I’m perfectly willing to buy you drinks for your conversational time, and I’m sure it will be our last date, but I think I like you better as a friend than I would as a lover.”

“It means a lot to me that we can get along,” said the girl, “and it is all right for you to say what you said, would you please not talk bad about me to your friends, I’m sure I’ll see you around?” asked the girl.

“I don’t care about anything you’ve done,” said Lee, then came that song again …silver wings, “Hush!” he said, listening to the words closely.

He picked up his hat, and her hand, walked outside of the bar, still listening to the song, looking at the dark sky, unafraid he might give the wrong impression, “How do you feel?” he asked the girl.

“I feel great,” she said, “there’s not a thing the matter with me, it’s a beautiful night, with a nice friend, what more can one ask for!”

And they walked along the sandy white beach, down to the village he had picked her up at, gave her $3.00-dollars to give the Cowboys, a gang of kids in the village that would stop her before she got to her hut, where she and her mother lived, she’d pay the gang not to beat her up, or rape her, they knew she was with an American they always knew which girls went out with American Soldiers, and the Americans had dollars, and $ 3.00-dollars was the price for safety.

Written 3:00 AM, 12-31-2008 (Lima, Peru)

The Unbound Prometheus by David S. Landes is a work of such remarkable erudition and insight, not to mention detail that it demands of its reader concentration, stamina and perhaps pre-existing interest in its subject matter. The rewards, however, for anyone bold enough to see its project through are both immense and extensive, scattered, as they are, across almost every page of this quite monumental text.

The book’s subtitle, Technological Change and Industrial Development in Western Europe from 1750 to the Present, may sound like it prepares a broad canvas, but it does not do justice to either the breadth or the depth of this work. In this case, the present is the mid-1960s, since the book was published in 1968 and, despite the stated European focus, Professor Landes continually offers context whenever events in North America or anywhere else on the planet, for that matter, provide consequences for his argument.

Histories, even economic ones, often concentrate on politics and power. Books on development and change tend to oscillate between the statement of macro-economic data, the social context and consequence, and the policy landscape in which everything seems to be located. Trade, usually, forms the focus and charting its origins and volumes can be both informative and insightful. But, after reading The Unbound Prometheus anew, one begins to realise that there is no observable trend in any of these spheres of human activity unless technological change, scientific innovation and invention are included in the mix of our permanently partial understanding.

Landes places scientific discovery and its application at the very centre of his exploration of the history of the Industrial Revolution. It is one thing, for example, to see tables listing tonnage of steel production by country and by date: it is quite another thing to read the same data alongside detailed descriptions of the innovations that practitioners and researchers alike brought to the processes that manufactured the product. Then, having appreciated these new possibilities that innovation created, macro summaries of production and use quite suddenly become both more understandable and interpretable.

And so, by country, by era and by major industrial sector, David S. Landes examines scientific discovery and its application via technology through two centuries of change, alongside those other aspects of economic history that are always present. We thus begin to appreciate the role of certain individuals, men, usually, of science, engineering, finance and politics who conspired, competed or cooperated to institute industrial change, change that bore consequences for an ever larger proportion of the human population, for it was ordinary people who became the consumers of the products that drove industrial development. Nowhere, however, does Professor Landes fall into the trap of overstating his case. Indeed, his enduring quest for balance often understates the role of science in particular in the overall picture.

What also seems to become clear is that the United Kingdom’s initial and successful foray into industrialisation was more the result of technical innovation, rather than the application of science, married to fortuitous availability of resources. These, of course, were circumstances that could not be repeated and it appears that later developers were more, though far from predominantly, reliant upon science and research as stimuli for change, and, as a result, generated a process that was both more sustained and more successful. Put another way, later developers displayed a greater reliance on the development and use of human capital than was the case in the United Kingdom, which perhaps never learned from its competitors’ practice.

The real joy of The Unbound Prometheus for the general reader, however, is its wealth of context and insight that is woven seamlessly into the detail of its history. An example close to our own times relates to post World War II Europe. It is remarkable that in 1968 Professor Landes wrote the following in relation to the potential offered by the new landscape of cooperation that opened up in the later 1940s. “Once the war was won, efforts toward international co-operation and integration multiplied. The Americans kept pushing in this direction, partly because they were convinced that they would be the principal victims of a return to autarky, partly because they were convinced that this was the only way to put Europe back on its on feet. And there was a whole school of internationalist Europeans, led by men like Jean Monnet, who sought to achieve economic integration not only for itself, but as a means to political unification and a guarantee of peace.”

If the conclusion at the end of the passage was obvious to such a prominent and informed author at the end of the 1960s, before Britain’s accession to the European Union, or Common Market as we used to call it, one wonders why it might be that in 2014 the very notion of political integration in Europe has so suddenly become such a new idea for British politicians and people alike. On the very next page Landes offers a possible reason. “The record of British negotiations in the forties and fifties is a litany of timorous clichés covering the rejection of promising but hazardous opportunities. This sin of anachronism – for a nation, there is none more deadly – and the penance is far more painful than the options originally rejected.” Thus Professor Landes illustrates that there may even be some things in the relationship that might be enduring.

These two small quotations from the book indicate how rewarding it can be to approach again a book like The Unbound Prometheus. Fifty years on, a history of economic and technological change in the industrial revolution, by virtue of the dedication, humility and percipience of its author still has much to say about the contemporary world and the forces that drive it. It’s up to us, the readers, to appreciate the connections.

(Interjectory background) This story takes place in Can Ranh Bay, Vietnam, 1971; it is a deep water bay in the province of Khanh Hoa, inlet of the South China Sea, 180-miles northeast of Saigon. It is considered a significant military base; the Navy, Air Force and Army are stationed there in great numbers. In the past one-hundred years it has been considered a strategic point in the providing port for Military champignons, supplying, and other military adventures. The Japanese have used in the early 1940s to invade Malaysia, the United States as early as 1944, used it as a task force to destroy Japanese facilities thereabouts. In 1964 (to the end of the war in 1975), the Seventh Fleet took up resonance there until the Army took over completely in about 1972, and the Russians used it for twenty-fives years, in the seventies to the nineties, and although there has not been a lot of conflict at Cam Ranh Bay, considered at times to have been a resting area for the US Infantry, away from combat, it has also been a storage area of mentions, which the Viet Cong has on occasion, infiltrated and took large sums of arms to re-supply their troops. In addition, in 1969, and 1971, there were attacks on Cam Ranh, this is a story that involves one of those attacks, in which the author was involved.

The Story

Two-hearted Killer

Chapter One

“Why did you come to Vietnam to fight?” said Frenchie.

“I suppose at first it was for an ideal,” said Chick Evens.

“Will your ideal save you if you get shot?”

“So I have to fight well, and shoot straight.”

“I don’t believe anything I hear, and I don’t believe in luck, but I am like you, I have to do what I’m supposing to do, to survive, for my husband, for my duty.”

“I know, husbands are to be obeyed, and so are Army Officers, and so are the Congressmen in the United States to the President of the United States, it all comes from the top.”

(The wind opens the door, and it shuts again.)

“Are my friends, those sleeping here in the hooch, your customers also?”

“The Buck Sergeant is. He gets very ugly when he is drunk.”

“I know, I had it out with him a few weeks ago, a fight to the death almost. The other two are alright.”

“When you put on your uniform, you are a soldier, and when I put on my makeup and come here, I am working for my ideal, just like you.”

“You’re awfully pretty,” remarked Evens.

“You have nice manners for a soldier,” said Frenchie. “Darling, kiss me!”

“If I do, we stop talking then. I like boozing, and talking and smoking all at the same time.”

“Really?” she commented “whatever you like dear.” Adding, “I read in a book, American men try to get the woman he is interested is, into bed with boozing it up, that’s silly, he and she can’t do a thing drunk.”

“I suppose your right, but you’re a serious lover, Americans are not, sex is like having breakfast, good, and then goodbye.”

“Do you want some more breakfast?” (She kisses him.)

“What do you want me to do?” Evens asked.

“Lift my dress up over my shoulders, I don’t want to get it wrinkled anymore than I have to, this bed is so small.”

“Right,” (he does) “now what?”

“Let’s do the whole thing all over again, make love.”

“Very well, Frenchie, but I hope I don’t go to sleep on you.” (They both start laughing, to the point of almost choking.)

“Twice in one night is too much!” said Evens.

“You owe me six-dollars, remember I’ll collect on payday,” says Frenchie with a smile. Evens drop back down in bed.)

“How long you been in the Army?”

“I got three months to go, been in for 21-months.”

(He looks for the bottle of rice wine they had been drinking, finds it alongside his bed, there is a few drops left, he holds it up in the air, lets the wine dribble into his mouth, it is a little more the than what he thought left in the bottle, and it dribbles on his chin.)

“I know you only charge me a little compared to the rest of the guys, and on credit, but you sleep here every time you come around this company area, and you know you’re safe with me. Here give me your money, I’ll put it under my pillow, pick it up tomorrow morning. Too late to go back to the village now, you’ll be raped by either the drunken GI’s walking about, or the cowboys, those teenage gangsters at the village.”

“Thank you corporal, I was hoping you’d ask me to stay the night, and hide my money for me, like last time.”

(She hands him her money it is in a fat roll, with a piece of cloth tied around it.)

“Wow, this is a lot of dough, how much?”

“Five-hundred dollars.”

“In one night?”

“I charge the other soldiers between ten and twenty-five dollars.”

“Thanks,” said Evens, “come on, we better go to sleep, my First Sergeant checks out the hooch and if he finds you here, there can be problems, although he has his share of girls in his personal den.”

“You never did tell me about any of the people you killed in war.”

“No, please don’t ask:”

(You can hear it starting to rain outside the hooch, Chick Evens gets up and walks over to the door, shuts it, ties it shut with a loose string. And quietly walks back to his bed. Frenchie, a beautiful whore, half French and Vietnamese, reaches under Evens’ bed, finds another bottle of Japanese Rice Wine, and fines the corkscrew and opens the bottle.)

“Look what I found,” she tells Evens.

“Forgot, I had another one there.”

“What’s the matter, dear?”

“You look serious again; I hope I don’t have to pay you $18-dollars on payday.” (And they both start laughing.)

“Move over, let me drink it sitting up.” (She hands him the bottle.)

“I can’t ever talk to anyone about war, they never tell me a thing, I want to know, darling you tell me, it’s just a hang-up. There are two-hundred thousand American soldiers here, and not one will tell me a thing. Why?”

“Don’t be silly, war is no game.”

“But I want to know, know something, anything about war, not just that American GI’s want sex now and then.”

“Two months ago, I was in Saigon, at a hotel, other Americans there, some Vietcong, you know how they dress, just like you and the South Vietnamese Army, you can’t tell who is who, an American soldier is in his room laying on his bed, they come in, three of them, and the boy starts to cry, he sees their AK-47s, the Russian made rifles, and they shoot, I hear the shots, and the cry, and I run to his room, he’s a friend, opening the door, they are jumping outside the window; the filthy bastards, they shot his head almost off his neck. Not one bullet, twenty bullets. That my dear is what you call a dead man; he was supposed to come to Cam Ranh Bay with me, but somebody shot him first. We were in the bush together for six months.”

“Who shot him?” she asked.

“Lady you’re in a war zone, whoever, that is who. Hurry up and drink what you want and give me the bottle.”

(He commences to lie back in the bed.)

“Sorry I had you bring it up…!”

(In a tired voice) “Don’t ask me anything else please. I don’t want to remember.”

“I’d like to ask you one more thing, and you don’t have to pay me the $6.00 dollars you owe me so far.”

“Yes.”

“Do you think people like shooting people for the heck of it? I mean, when they get used to killing do they like to kill more?”

“Yeah, I think they do. The sergeant I got in a fight with here, signed up six times to stay in Vietnam, to kill more…he’s got the bug to kill.”

“Truly?” she asked.

“How do you know?”

“Go ask him, I’ll wake him up for you. Plus I know plenty guys like him.”

“Oh no, I’m scared of him.”

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t know, I can’t remember off hand, but I call him The Crusher, he looks like a wrestler in Minnesota I once saw, went to a wrestling match and saw him fight, both the Sergeant and the real Crusher were muscle-bound, but the Sergeant has no sense.”

“Did you kill anybody?” (Evens starts to choke, takes another drink of wine.)

“On guard duty once, I killed an American who wouldn’t yield, the VC made him approach me with a hand-grenade in his hand, ready to throw it, and they were watching him from the undergrowth, ready to shoot him if he didn’t, it was him or I, it was in the middle of the night, no one else around. I shot him and then into the shrubbery; killed three in the bushes. You satisfied now?”

“Well, I guess nobody understands the war, but you’re all here, are you ever going to write about me and the war?”

“Someday I’d like to put it down in writing, but I don’t know how to yet.”

“If you ever do will you write nice things about me, not how I danced with your friends last time I saw you, remember I danced naked, and did all those things?”

“Frenchie, you made everyone happy, I’ll never forget you, if I do write about you, it will be with the truth, and, well, with a certain amount of thanks and fatigue.” (She laughed.)

“When you write, I wish you a lot of luck!”

“Why did they shoot your friend?”

“I think by mistake, and when they saw their mistake, they wanted to set an example so other GI’s would be fearful of the enemy. They weren’t awfully efficient; we all kill a lot of people over here, and we shouldn’t kill. The trouble is, people put us in harms way, and it becomes them or us, somebody ten-thousand miles away, who don’t have to deal with this dilemma. Politicians, big industry, that is what it is all about, and they get boys like me, men I should say, young men with ideals, and they never watch us slobber our lives away, if they did, they may have some pity on us, and stop such foolish wars like this.”

“Yes. I suppose you’re right.”

“You and I could die alright, we don’t ask one another to do something we’re not willing to do ourselves, but up there in Washington, they sort us out by classes, who are the dispensable.” (Frenchie shakes her head.)

“They are the real killers, right Evens?” (The rain outside is pouring down like cats and dogs, making noise against the door.)

“After killing for six bloody months, my girl, in this country, you get sucked in on all sides, you don’t know who to trust, what is right and wrong, you question your values, and the folks you once believed in. It’s all too bloody much.”

“We ought to go to sleep,” said Frenchie.

“Yes, I’m tired also.”

“That’s right, let’s just close our eyes here, and go to sleep.”

(They both close their eyes; she reopens her’s, looks towards Evens.)

“You sleeping?” she asks. (Evens, no response, she whispers 🙂 “I hope you write nice things about me,” and closes her eyes again, and falls to sleep.

3-28-2009 /Historical Fiction (based on actual events) 1732 “Two-hearted Killer”

ViÇt ngï: attack!

Chapter Two

“Cái th±ng chÓng em nó ch³ng ra gì,” said Frenchie.

“I know what that means, said Evens.

“No you don’t,” said Frenchie, “and my name is Mai, not Frenchie,” she commented, “and my ancestors were Muong, Cambodian, and Chinese, Ông ¥y. You know what Ông ¥y means?”

“I wish you’d let me sleep, stop waking me up, I speak as good ViÇt ngï (Vietnamese) as you, or just about as well as you. It means ‘that husband of mine, he is good for nothing,’ and then you referred to me as sir, and I’m not a sir I’m a corporal.”

You really do understand, don’t you?” said Mia.

“Yes ChË ¥y (young lady)” said Corporal Evens.

“So all this time you’ve been fooling those around you?”

“Just like you, who just told me your name, Mia? I still haven’t mastered the vowels, and their pronunciation with that inherent tone to them.”

“I teach you?”

“I wish I could teach you to go to sleep and stay sleeping, what time is it?”

Mia looked at her watch, “It 2:00 a.m.” she said.

“By god, don’t you Vietnamese women ever sleep? Be a good girl and let me go back to sleep?”

“You just need to learn the pitch in the language that is kind of the loudness, if you know what I mean?”

“You have to have an ear for that, and that takes too long, I’ll be long gone by then I hope.”

“Why do you GI’s call us gooks?”

“It’s just a way to dehumanize you, so we can kill you, make you less than human, so when we pull the trigger, we think we’re killing rat, not a human being.”

“Oh, I never know why you call that to us. Am I gook?”

“Mia and me have no more bí m­t, what will we talk about now?”

“This is not true, I do have secrets, I will not tell you, and I know you have more secrets, but sometimes it is good to keep them to oneself.”

“Gosh, I wonder sometimes why I like you!” said Evens.

“I wonder why I like you, too, darling. It is not very wise, really. You will go, and I will stay, and we will think of each other for forty-years, I wonder what she is doing, I wonder what he is doing, and we old, and never know.”

(They both hear foot steps walking by the door, they stop.)

“Who is that, Corporal?” asked Mia.

“The CQ, he checks things out, he may come in hear, I think he heard us, so he may give us his blessing, and walk on by, if not you will have to go.”

“Does he ever come in the hooch?”

“He never does really, I wished he’d not come tonight.”

“He won’t. He likes you like me.”

“I hope not,” said Evens, with a chuckle.

Sergeant Thompson looks through the door, Mia, hides under the covers, How’re you, very well, Corporal Evens?” he asks. He sees all is well, gives the corporal a smile, “thought I heard something, maybe you had some kind of sort you aren’t supposed to have; looks like everything is all right thought: everybody absolutely comfortable?”

“Everybody’s marvelous,” said Evens.

“Well, don’t talk to yourself so loud, you’ll wake up your comrades.”

“Sure enough, Sergeant.” (And he left walking back to the Orderly Room to make out paperwork that all was well on his shift.)

“Tell me what happened last month when I was gone back to see my family in Cambodia, I hear there was an attack?” asked Mia.

“If I do, then will you let me sleep? I wish you’d have been here, you like the action.”

“Damn that electric, everything’s out, it does that every other night, under the bed are some candles, give me the box ok?”

Mia rolled over in the bed and stretched her arm under it, feeling for the box, brings it up, and hands it to Evens, Evens pulls out a short fat candle, lights it, puts it on a wooden crate, used for fruit, he got from the mess hall.

“I was, chía hoang ” (pregnant out of wedlock)” said Mia.

“Is that why your husband makes you do what you do?”

“He is old man, and marries me when I was sixteen years old.”

“I hope they fix the electricity.” (She reaches for the wine, opens the top, by unscrewing it, and drinks some.)

“He likes to drink a little like you, he just a poor little man, it is a shame he get old.”

“Of course, Mia.”

“I hope this gives you pleasure, it doesn’t me.”

“But I want to know about war, I know you are very brave man.”

“I know I am, every time there is a conflict, or combat, or mission I have to remind myself of that, sometimes even convince myself…so far so good.”

“Say, Corporal Evens, this third bottle I screwed open. Why?”

“Cheap wine, that’s why, from America. So now I have to call you Mia, maybe I can put a hyphen in the middle and call you Frenchie-Mia?”

“You are funny again. Come on, tell me what happened.”

“There’s some left in the second bottle, finish that first, even if it’s only a few drops.” She reaches for the other bottle, puts the stem in her mouth and drops her head backwards, and takes one small swallow.

“Very little,” she remarks, and grabs the second bottle, and takes a gulp.

“And what did you do when the action started, corporal?”

“You’re sure you want to know?”

“I let you sleep if you tell me.”

(Evens and Mia, can here the man called Crusher snoring.)

They both sit back in the bed. She grabs his hands as if the story is going to be spellbinding. He swats a few flies that are pestering him. A cockroach falls threw a hole in the tin ceiling of the hooch onto Evens’ forehead, it is as long as his index finger, and as thick, it bites him, he swats it away.

“Damn bugs. I swear they’re all over tonight; flies, cockroaches and you.”

“Well, Mia-“he began, “it all started around 11:00 p.m., suddenly at night, 107 mm rockets hit the three ammo dumps, Charlie dump was empty, Alpha dump was not, and the Air Force dump with up like an atomic bomb, and they hit all across the bay, slamming down everywhere, the Viet Cong came down from the hills, and nobody had rifles in their hands ready to do a thing, they were all in the arms room, and I opened it, while Charlie (the enemy) ran around all these company areas into the medical clinic and orderly rooms, places they knew people were helpless, and everyone know quiet Cam Ranh Bay, seldom gets hit, it is more a safe zone in Vietnam, so no one was prepared and 19-soldiers got killed, one in the Air Force Ammo Dump, and the sappers ((commandos)(PAVN or Viet Cong)) were throwing satchel charges everywhere, everywhichway (demolition devices like a charge of dynamite, C-4 plastic, a carrying devise like a bag, often times with an triggering mechanism; customized).

They were fast and ready, Crusher was sleeping, the orderly room clerk had no gun, and someone was trying to get through the window of the orderly room, and the CQ, knew it wasn’t an American solider, so he ran and hid behind the water tank. I shot several round from my magazine, and gave several rifles out, but no one know were the gunners were in the hills, so the infantry we have here, me among the few, couldn’t run after them, I think they had some electric devises on those guns they fired from the hills. Actually, we had just finished watching a movie on the outdoor amphitheater. The MP’s (Military Police) next to this company weren’t even prepared. Eleven of us had to go out and search Alpha Dump for Charlie, the rest of the soldiers, about 140, were too high on dope or drunk to fight. Rockets kept coming in until morning, sporadically.”

“Very good, you are lucky,” said Mia.

No. I am not lucky, the hell with luck,” the Corporal took another drink of the wine, “They beat us that day, they truly beat us.”

“Life is like that, we must now make plans about other things.”

“The world for Americans is very small, for us, it is very big.”

Evens noticed how pleasant it still was to be with her, he’d miss her, he knew that, and he fell to sleep. She let him sleep, said in a whisper as she got out of bed, it was 4:30 p.m., taking her money from under the pillow, “You are very brave corporal, and lucky, I’ll bring your luck with me.” She looked at him, he was handsome. Up the road, the young woman was almost sleepwalking back to her village down by the South China Sea, she was so tired, but she didn’t want to get him in trouble in the morning. She knew now he was dreaming about the battle they had talked about because he was saying things to his male companions they only say in battles.

Amongst the many concerns that surround oil production one of the biggest is when the world will reach the point of peak oil production. Some researchers feel that this may be within the next year or two. But a recent paper written in Sweden says that it will more likely not be before 2018. What this means it that the oil production will continue to go along the way it has, though in some places it will increase, until it hits its peak and begins to slowly decline. Obviously it is the declining supply that people are worried about.

This researcher in Sweden felt that one of the things that helped to foretell the future of the oil fields is the few giant fields among them. These huge fields account for a tiny number of fields, only one percent, but together they produce sixty percent of the world’s oil. He studied how the supplies are from those giant fields most of which have been giving oil for over fifty years. He further used other information to work out the peak oil production timing. First he added to his computations any recent discoveries that have been made of new oil sources plus offshore oil production, oil sands and heavy oil finds. He believes that these figures substantiate a slightly longer time period until the oil supplies hit the peak and begin their slow decline.

There are others who believe his facts may be right, but not based on the giant fields he talks about. These are researchers and scientists who still see oil reserves that are not being tapped and feel that the peak oil production date is still several years away. They claim that between the oil available in the Gulf of Mexico, the South China Sea and West Africa there is at least another four hundred and fifty billion barrels to be found on top of current reserves. Those who are concerned about the amounts of oil we use take the more cautious approach warning that next year may very well see the oil supplies peak and that we should be looking to other sources of energy before we run out.

Philippines surfing is not quite a destination that would conjure up images of brilliant surfing breaks. Truth be told surfing in the Philippines can be fickle, but if you are after an adventure, are willing to go off the beaten track and are not afraid to try something different, then surfing in the Philippines will not disappoint you.

With 7,107 islands, the roaring Pacific Ocean bordering the eastern coastline and the South China Sea on the western coastline and attracting more typhoons than most neighboring countries, Philippines surfing is alive and well. In fact the Philippines are not a new surfing destination, with surfers enjoying the waves here since at least the sixties, maybe even earlier. Let's face it who would not want a perfect left or right hander all to yourself!

Philippines surfing can be both temperamental and seasonal, it is important to know when the best time to come is or you may be disappointed, nothing worse that a surfer without surf.
amihan, during November to April. On top of the monsoons throw in a typhoon or many and you can imagine that surfing in the Philippines can really pump. The typhoons usually come in from the east of Mindanao and head in a north westerly direction fitting the southern Luzon and the islands between Luzon and the Pacific.

The west coast of the Philippines is more inconsistent than the east coast, it ties on the winds through the Taiwan Straights during the north east monsoon. This wind created swell hits the west coast of Luzon. The swell can also be really good when the odd typhoon heads towards Hong Kong. The swell that hits Palawan can be hard to pick, but you are guaranteed to have fantastic waves if you leave your surf board at home, typically if you bring it the surf will be flat!

So when is the best time to go surfing in the Philippines? Well your best to try the east coast during the north east monsoon. But like everywhere surfing the Philippines is inconsistent, however on it's good day, totally unforgivable.

Where To Go Surfing

It was said that in the ancient faraway South China Sea Island there was a magic mussel, which gestated the colorful pearl. One would get the luck once he or she could open the mussel and make a wish, his or her dream would come true. That was why the pearl was named the wish pearl.

At that moment there was only brave young men could go into the deep sea to search the mussel which gestated the colorful pearl. When fetching the mussel back, the brave young man won’t open the mussel at first but wait patiently. He was waiting for their favorite lover and sent it as a gift to her. When the girl opened the mussel and fetched the pearl personally, at that moment, the magic power of the pearl was released completely.

The luck is different and depended on the color of the pearl that the girl fetched from the mussel. The white pearl stands that you will be healthy and strong all the life. The creamy pearl stand that you couple will combine and be happy all the time. The pink pearl shows the most romantic love on you. The violet pearl means the god will give you more wisdom. The gold pearl means you will get huge treasure.

Though legend is still legend, the story brings wishes to people. It makes our life hopeful and warm. We should learn to cherish ourselves and care others, that is the point of this legend. It is an attitude of one’s life.

The wish pearl can be cultured in modern society. The freshwater pearl or South sea pearl can also make the wish pearl. Wish pearl becomes a way to express our feelings. Normally now people will buy the wish pearl during their happy time to keep a pleasant memory, like love, marriage, birthday or other festival. For example, at the anniversary party of marriage, you can bring a wish pearl to your honey to surprise him or her, it can bring happy to you couple after marriage. From love to marriage, you may find that the life is not so sweet than love. To narrow the distance between love and marriage, buy a wish pearl as a gift to your lover to recover your sweet time between you couple. How wonderful it will be!

Don’t worry about and do not feel trouble to make the wish pearl, you can find enjoy from it. At first, click the can and get the mussel from it, insert the little plastic knife into the mussel, slip the knife slowly along the edge, which can break the ligament of mussel and open it easily, finally use the plastic knife to pick the pearl out from the ligament. Wash and dry the pearl before you put it into the pendant. Then your pearl pendant is finished. Oh by the way, make a wish before you open the mussel, then the dream will come true one day. Let’s make wish now!

The history surrounding the fighting arts in and around China is extremely vague. This is mostly due to hiding the arts from the Manchu's during their rule over the Chinese. I have read a number of accounts and stories about the development of Kung Fu and although there are many similarities there are also a great number of contradictions. I am not telling you that this is "THE" true account of Kung Fu's history but rather a gathering of terms and events that bring us out of the darker ages. More historical notes will be included in future lessons.

Lau Gar Kuen (Lau Family Boxing)

Lau Gar Kuen is derived from a form of boxing practiced at Kuei Ling Temple located in Kong Sai Province in west China. It was learned from a monk on retreat from that temple by the master Lau Sam Ngan or "Three Eyed Lau", a tiger hunter, who is honored as founder of the style. The style was later become popular over a large part of South West China.

It is said that Lau Sam Ngan was taught by the Shaolin Abbott Gee Sin Sim See, who was the same man who taught Hung hei Goon, the founder of Hung Gar Kuen.

The similarities between Hung Gar and Lau Gar are many, even today after several hundred years of evolution. So begs the question 'Were they more or less the same art where originally taught by the Shaolin Abbott'?

As there is no evidence that the two founders of the separate styles were classmates under the Abbott Gee Sim, the differences in the Two arts might have simply come about due to the ever-evolving stages that all martial arts teachers go through during the course of their careers. As no clear picture will ever be painted of the actual history and events, all is left is to take the facts.

Lau Gar Kuen was openly practiced to quite a large extent in Kwantung province during the Ching dynasty (1644 – 1911). As it was becoming more of a popular Southern system, it shares many characteristics such as short bridges (close range combat) and higher stems than the Northern Kung fu Systems. People have referred to Lau Gar Kuen as a slightly longer range Wing Chun (Wing Chun is famous for it's short bridges and efficiency in close quarter combat).

The 'Cat Stance' is the preferred standing post for Lau Gar Kuen practitioners, as it develops the ability to root to the ground (channel energy) from the single standing leg. As well as requiring better balance it also encourages short snappy front kicks from the unweighted front leg.

It is believed that Lai Ng Sam introduced Lao Gar Kuen into our line of Hung Gar whilst traveling through Southern China with his teacher Hung Yat Siu who was a herbalist, and it was from him that Lai Ng Sam learned his Kung Fu.

Hung Yat Siu sent many years fighting the Japanese, living in various temples as part of a Guerrilla movement. After his fighting days, Hung became a monk and due to his deteriorating eyesight, he sent his students to near by Kung Fu schools to broaden there knowledge of the arts, and it is here that our lineage adopted the various Lau Gar Kuen forms.

February 14th 2010 saw the start of the Chinese “Year of the Tiger”. The thing is, it isn’t. It will never be the Year of the Tiger until we have adequate room and protection for them in the wild and a real understanding of the problems they face in captivity.

There will be those who recently read and were assured that there are 6000 tigers in captivity in China. That is nearly double the entire wild population! Couple that to the 3000 or so Tigers held in private hands in Texas alone it really looks like the tiger has nothing to worry about. There are Tigers elsewhere too. It isn’t just Texas in the USA as it is estimated there may be as many as 5000 ‘American’ Tigers. Every other country has its quota too. Europe, South America, Asia, Australasia and the Middle East, they all have Tigers. There are lots and lots of Tigers.

The Tiger is under threat not just from habitat destruction and poaching but from irresponsible breeding in captivity. There is one species of tiger and six surviving subspecies. These are the Bengal Tiger Panthera tigris tigris, the Amur Tiger Panthera tigris altaica, the South China Tiger Panthera tigris amoyensis, the Indochinese Tiger Panthera tigris corbetti, the Sumatran Tiger Panthera tigris sumatrae and the Malayan Tiger Panthera tigris jacksoni.

Three other subspecies, the Javan Tiger Panthera tigris sondaica, the Bali Tiger Panthera tigris balica and the Caspian Tiger Panthera tigris virgata have become extinct in the past sixty or so years.

Today there remains only around 3200 Tigers in the wild shared out in varying numbers between Malaysia, Bangladesh, Bhutan, China, India, Indonesia, Nepal, Russia, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, and Cambodia.

Within the reputable, the good zoos of the world, there are genuine sincere efforts to keep these subspecies separate. Each has its own studbook and the available gene pool is managed by genuine caring professionals with the long term future of that species or subspecies in mind. Nobody is kidding themselves that any but a small number will ever be released into the wild, if at all, whilst the problems in the wild still exist. The zoos today are looking as far as a hundred years ahead to a period in which we presently cannot predict the state of the planet.

The subspecies held in captivity are instantly recognised as Tigers even to the novice eye. Put them into adjoining enclosures and the subspecific differences become apparent. These are animals which have been shaped by nature over many thousands of years. Time has weeded out the weak features. These are animals which have been naturally selected by nature to survive in their environment. At one extreme we have the small dark short haired Sumatran Tiger Panthera tigris sumatrae ideally suited to the dark tropical humid forests of Sumatra. At the other we have the large, light coloured and long haired Amur Tiger Panthera tigris altaica which is adapted to the snowy wastes of Eastern Russia. They are what they are because of natural selection.

Within the managed captive Tiger populations no money changes hands. Tigers are moved between collections for the consideration and well being of the population as a whole. Breeding pairs are carefully selected. An unnatural selection done with an understanding of natures choice. Breeding is limited with the health and well being of both animal and population being important. Parent rearing is one of the main considerations.

Outside of the worlds reputable zoos we have the bad zoos and Tiger farms which give no consideration to subspecies of tigers, or any other animals for that matter. All they are really concerned about is having a tiger or tigers. They breed brother to sister to mother to son. They give no care to crossing a Bengal Tiger Panthera tigris tigris with whatever other subspecies may be to hand. No records are kept. The more cubs they can produce the happier they are. Nobody knows or cares in such collections. Yet these places have the audacity to excuse their crimes and talk about conservation and re-introduction programmes whilst they have not the faintest idea about either concept. What is really sad is that in some countries the officials in charge of the wildlife departments have no understanding either. There is a real danger that some of these animals may actually be released by people working along with the assumption that as it is striped, so is a Tiger, so it must be okay. It isn’t.

Nobody in their right mind would release Polar Bears Ursus maritimus into jungles of Malaysia or Malaysian Sun Bears Helarctos malayanus into the Arctic wastes. It would be equally crazy to consider releasing hybrids of the two into either environment. They would be clearly unsuited. The example may sound a little extreme but it is not so very far removed what some of these disreputable collections are doing and talking about. They are even crossing Lions with Tigers (Ligers) and Tigers with Lions (Tigons). We have known that such hybrids could be bred in captivity for more than a hundred years. Just what are they trying to prove? Where on earth do they expect to release such animals?

There are those who argue that subspecific tiger crosses can introduce ‘hybrid vigour’ into a population. The fact that it has already been done in some cases by people of reputation does not make it right. It is just as easy to consider such an act as genetic pollution and as a dilution of needed physical attributes that nature has taken aeons to establish and hone. Tigers are not common peas Pisum sativum. This is not one of Mendel’s experiments with plants. These are living breathing warm blooded mammals.

Then we have that group of zoos which continue to breed White Tigers. Undeniably beautiful but so often wrongly promoted as a rare endangered species which they most definitely are not. White Tigers are completely messed up genetically and most carry defects like cross eyes and similar. Then they go on to promote these as rare or endangered. This would be a bit of a joke if it were not in reality a blatant lie. There are probably as many White Tigers in captivity as there are wild normal coloured Tigers in the whole of India. To cap it all they are nearly all cross breeds between Bengal and Amur Tigers. These animals will never be released into the wild by any competent authority.

There is a place for a few White Tigers in captivity for, after all they did, very rarely occur in the wild within India. A genuine naturally produced White Tiger in the hands of a zoo which is actively involved in an approved and regulated breeding programme would be valuable not only genetically but as an educational tool. White tigers as they exist today are no more than a commercial draw to pull in the public. Any other colour would do to the disreputable zoo as long as it is not natural.

The real threat to the Tigers of the world is not just the problems they face in the wild (though these should not be dismissed because they are critically important) but from the huge unregistered, unmanaged, genetically damaged populations held in captivity in tiger farms and in second and third class zoos.

Malaysia, is truly a cosmopolitan city to be found at the connection of the Indian Ocean and South China Sea. Malaysia tours offer an alluring pull for adventure lovers, businessmen and now leisure travelers. Starting from the sophisticated town of Kuala Lumpur to the chilly hills of Genting Highlands, the interesting beaches of Langkawi and the cookery amusement of Penang, Malaysia Tours has everything to offer the tourists when they are on their holiday Package.

Destinations in Malaysia

The destinations that attract the travelers are the Pulau Payar Marine Park.This is perhaps the most stunning and unusual aquatic parks in Malaysia with a rich and multicolored tropical oceanic life. It is also an exceptional spot for scuba diving, water sports and snorkeling. The enjoyable and pleasing white beaches are an ideal run away for the people who want to get away from the hectic city life.

Another famous Destination that attracts millions of travelers during Malaysia Tours is Genting Highlands.Positioned nearly 50 kilometers from the capital town, Kuala Lumpur, this hill resort is the most expedient escape – idyllic for those town-residents who have less time and yet want to get away from the busy life schedule.

The Malacca trip brings you on a significant tour to feel the inheritance, heritage and traditions of Malacca. Malacca’s attractions have paw marks of the Portuguese, British and Dutch who ruled over this place.

The Half-Day Penang Tour is an attraction to you and your family on a pleasurable trip to ascertain some of Penang’s most appealing views. Khoo Kongsi, a family house for tribal Chinese from the Khoo clan, which also is a temple is found here.

Kuala Lumpur, the capital city of Malaysia is another destination for fantastic tourist attractions, astounding scenic beauty, energetic vicinity and vibrant markets. The sights of KL are simply mesmerizing.

Langkawi beaches are another attraction of Malaysia Tours that fascinates numerous tourists to Malaysia and islands surrounding it are the most fine-looking in Southeast Asia. Just imagine white sand shimmering under the tropical sun, comforted by the mild sea breeze as the beautiful birds soar in the clear blue sky. For the water sports lovers Langkawi has everything to offer.

There are nearly 96 flights every week that fly from Dubai linking Kuala Lumpur. Emirates have the nonstop flight that commutes between Dubai, AE and Kuala Lumpur. The smallest air carrier that operates is by Turkey that moves between Dubai, AE and Kuala Lumpur.