We decided to leave the ghost town of Kampot for good, and head up to PP for one night and then on to Siem Reap to visit the mighty Angkor Wat. We made it back to PP after a non discript journey of little note. Having arrived around 13:30p.m, we decided to skip the stopover and head straight to Siem Reap. This did however mean about 14 hours of bus travel, but we carried on nonetheless.
After what seemed like an eternity, and having stopped at another Khmer 'Little Chef', we finally entered the last leg of the journey. Around this time the bus conductor (Not a bus conductor in the English sense. He was just a scruffy bloke collecting the money.) decided to put on the T.V. I wasn't paying much attention to what was being shown, but after 10 minutes of incessant laughter from about 40 Cambodians, I started to. I was watching what I can only describe as a cross between the Chuckle Brothers, Benny Hill and Mr. Bean. It was awful. However the locals were loving it. They were pissing thereselves laughing while I was sat there wishing I had something to throw at the T.V. Something large enough to destroy it beyond recognition. Something like a moose or an equally large North American mammal, or maybe just a North American as they weigh about the same.
When we arrived at Siem Reap a guy named Mr. Hay came on the bus and as we were the only westerners on the bus we automatically got his undevided attention. He offered to take us to a nice hotel that was a good price, so we reluctantly agreed as it was dark and he seemed genuine. It turned out he was genuine and he got us in the hotel at $9 a night, which was within our budget. He did tell us not to mention how much we'd paid to any of the other residents as they were paying $25 a night. I later verified this by rather nosily looking over a womans shoulder at her bill.
MONDAY 5TH JANUARY
Today involved:
- Getting up
- Scratching
- Watching T.V
- Scratching
- Washing Hands
- Eating
- Scratching
- Showering
- Watching T.V and Scratching
- Riding A Tuk-Tuk
- Eating Tea (Dinner If You're Posh)
- Going To Sleep
- Snoring
TUESDAY 6TH JANUARY
After the strenuous day yesturday we decided to go out for a wander around the town. Siem Reap is rather nice. Everyone is happy and they try to please all the time. We just chilled for most the day, taking in some of the towns bars and restaurants. We went back to the guesthouse at dusk to get changed as there are loads of mosquitos and short sleeves isn't recommended if you don't have any DEET spray.Later in the evening we went out with the sole intention of getting food and having a couple of drinks. It turned out to be no food and lots of buckets of rum and coke. At $5 a bucket it wasn't much of a contest. We met a few people we'd seen around on this trip, most notably a Welsh lad named Rhys Kingdom, who just drank a lot and chatted up anything in a skirt. What a great bloke. He ended up going off pissed as a fart and leaving a bucket of Vodka and M-150, which is like red bull but has the consistency of cough medicine and the the effects of speed. I found this out later; having drank the whole bucket to myself I was wired and wide awake watching Spurs v Burnley live at 04:30a.m. No more.
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