After leaving Ko Chang, I hopped on a bus and headed to Cambodia. A friend of mine lives in Phnom Penh, Cambodia’s capitol, and the plan was to spend a few days there and figure out the rest upon arrival.
The bus ride through Cambodia was entertaining, per usual. We stopped at a rest stop to grab some food and use the toilet. As I waited inside the bus, I watched this cow scavenging for scraps from food stalls. She was quite the character. The shop keepers kept shooing her away, and she kept returning to eat banana peels and whatever else she could get her paws on.
The traffic in Cambodia was beyond anything I had seen in Thailand or Laos. It was insanity. The most accurate description I heard was that it was like water. You had to go with the flow of the mass of mopeds and cars or you would end up in a wreck. I wish I had a good picture of the traffic, as this doesn’t even begin to show the craziness I witnessed. For one, these people are all driving on the correct side of the road!
Coincidentally, when I headed to Cambodia my friend had actually headed to Bangkok. She made arrangements with her neighbor to let me in the house. She would be back the next day. Of course, my bus was several hours late, and we arrived rather late at night. Aside from an address I couldn’t pronounce and the street map I couldn’t open on the computer at the internet cafe, I had no idea where she lived. Instead of spending the night at Cori’s house, I opted to join two girls I met on the bus. We searched for a decent guesthouse, ended up in what could only be referred to as a brothel, then finally found a “mini” suite. And when I say mini, I do mean mini. When we walked into the guesthouse and asked if they had rooms available, the man at the desk looked us up and down and declared, “Yes. I think you’ll fit.” We burst into laughter and decided we must at least see the rooms. And although I had to duck to get in the door, it turned out to be a pretty nice abode. We booked rooms for the night.
After, we headed to dinner at a great little restaurant on the riverfront, and I tried my first Cambodian food. Yummy!
I took the advice on this sign at the restaurant to heart. I ate an awesome meal of vegetable amok, then headed back to my room to sleep off that long bus ride.
And it’s a good thing I got a good night’s sleep, because finding Cori’s house the next day ended up being an adventure in itself!