In the morning we're going to spend the last hour or so on the beach. We sit on deck and clouds appear in the East
The beach makeup company that is doing tells us:
- "When and 'dark that part does not rain, calm."
Wisdom of the local beat.
After 5 minutes it starts to rain.
We walk to the Guest House and see the wall of water approaching towards us at about 15 mph. It is not 'easy to explain. We are dry, 100 yards from us it pours, the water is approaching a wall, we see the wet asphalt. It 'a matter of seconds, we run, we come under the verandas and the Flood, and' on us.
I took a shower
(See photo).
There comes a taxi and go to Thailand.
Farewell Cambodia.
Andrea asks me: "'cause travel?".
He asks after 4 hours of uncomfortable coach, I understand. Travel frequently and 'tiring, uncomfortable and unpleasant.
As usual I did not answer me so much is obvious. This week I might have gone to the office, I spent in Cambodia.
I've seen the temples of Angkor and I took a shower with the water of a storm.
That's why 'journey.
Last night was dedicated to a big night at the disco, but the thing is, and 'soon turned into a whore tour with socio-economic end.
Let me explain: we are made to bring to eat at the center of two motors (one dollar, one dollar). After dinner there was only one left who accompanied us (two on the motor) in a room half empty. We entered and immediately released. As we climb out on half a girl who cries out to Andrea: "remember me?". She was a girl he had met on the beach. He invites us to stay with her and her friends, but we decide to go away.
The starter tells us that he knows: 'and' a woman selling fruit on the beach. Up to 15 years selling fruit and nothing else. Now runs behind the tourist site. I do not like. "
Then he asks us if we smoke. No thank you. Then he asks us if we are women. No thanks, take us to a normal place with normal people, Cambodians and tourists. Half the city turn 'on board the motor but all the rooms are half empty, which often have only women of questionable professionalism'.
We end up near the port where there is' a great club. To get there we pass in the middle of an accident with a person on the ground, motionless, watching the people and the police that if he leaves. We continue in the midst of dozens of "chicken farm", ill-lit cabins, with dozens of girls succinct, Vietnamese, waiting for customers.
One after another paraded before our eyes. We arrive at the club and it 'half empty.
Last attempt in the area of backpackers, but we also did civil death.
Then we go home (home and 'where you pay to sleep), we pay (5 dollars) and get to chat.
Our scooters are disquisitore reveals a deep political, with excellent English, and within 20 minutes it takes the current situation in Cambodia better than any lonely planet.
A little 'data supplied by it for posterity (carry them as such, are not tested):
- It 's true that you are better than 5 years ago. Yes, there are more 'lights, the Guest House are the most' beautiful and there are buses more 'modern. But people do a lot more 'hard to live because' and 'all over' expensive.
- The great blow, and 'the cost of oil, we're almost to the dollar per liter
- The salary of a civil servant and '$ 25 a month
- For a family of 4 persons, it takes 120 to eat and survive, so they all have two or three jobs
- And 'nominally a democracy, but in reality' the government 'in the hands of a gang of thieves and hear about so if you end up in jail or under a car.
- The road from Poipet (border of Thailand) to Siem Rep (Angkor Wat) and 'in poor condition because' it suits the government that has interests in airlines. (Another reason 'not to fly it!)
- Fortunately, there are backpackers who bring money directly to the people. Tourists from package or from 4 stars only bring money to the big hotels and no filters to the people. The backpackers spend less but create an economy base that allows a real development.
We let go and it starts to rain in our beautiful bungalows at $ 6 per night.
Not take much to get out of your world, your world is all.
In my case, and 'enough to get up early in the morning and take a taxi with Andrew to the bus station and then fly with the first half Moorchit his way to the border with Cambodia.
Upon arriving we descend from the Thai Civil coaches and we are moving into Cambodia. My slippers Balinese do not have time to touch the dusty soil chee feel the air of the border.
Just two guys trying to get us to get a visa at their respective agencies, showering them with false or misleading information, which almost seemed to me to listen to Emilio Fede.
In one way or another we pass the border unscathed in spirit and in your wallet and just after saying "the more 'and' fact ', we climb into the cab that will take us' on the part of the way most' absurd in the 21st century.
They are 5 hours of dusty road full of holes sized cows.
Every now and then drops the eyelid and relaxes the neck often almost breaks the bad angle.
Our goal is' Siem Rep Angkor Watt to see, who suddenly acquires a particular charm, with the mystery of the road completely unexplained and inexplicable to a mind set on certain parameters, however flexible.
Siem Rep and 'Asia was the most' wild, ever-present but hidden order.
... Ok, I continue tomorrow, too tired.
Greetings from Pnhom Pen.
