Day 5 began with a hungover, made slightly worse by me falling through a chair, and getting stuck there. My roommate, still had a broken wrist and couldn’t help very much, so instead just laughed.
After eventually freeing myself, and watching 3 or 4 blurry episodes of Sherlock with Chinese subtitles, I wandered into the town. Cambodia is a really cool country, and wandering round, I felt very appreciative to have the opportunity to visit such different cultures. I was intrigued; everyone rode motorbikes, there were tuk tuks rather than taxis. These were specifically Cambodian tuk tuks as well, different to those in Vietnam, India, even those you get in London. The culture was just very interesting. And each city we visited was different from the next; Siem Reap was busy, and hot, Phnom Penh for instance seemed less busy, despite being the capital city.
I wandered back to the hostel after my big wander and big think, and we loaded ourselves (and our luggage) onto the most pimped out public bus I had ever seen.
The bus ride was an interesting one to say the least. We enjoyed the pretty views; a lot of green countryside and houses on stilts. Multiple reasons were given for the stilts: to keep the snakes away; to stop the houses from flooding and finally; to be about 2 metres closer to god. I don’t know which reason is more interesting, but almost every house we drove past was a fair height of the ground.
A couple of hours into the bus ride, we pulled over at the side of the road. The driver fiddled with some buttons and announced that the air con had broken. In 35º degree heat. Cool cool cool cool cool.
We were given the option to either wait an hour or so for the next bus or carry on with the windows ‘down’. We decided to stay on the bus with the windows down. It turns out by ‘down’ it wasn’t so much ‘rolling the windows down’ as much as literally removing the windows. Picture how much glass there is on a bus. Now picture it all being removed. And now picture going 60mph down dodgy roads in said bus.
It was quite an experience to say the least, I thought the skinny Belgium guy in front was going to fall out at one point.
However no one fell out and everyone was very intact when we got to Phnom Penh.
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