Phnom Penh to Siem Reap
Trip Start Feb 21, 2007
39Trip End May 19, 2007
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We were picked up from the bus by Mr Phat, and yes he was "Phat", real cool bloke who drove us around for the next three days in a trailer attached to the back of his motorbike! He took us to our lovely hotel, which was more a group of bungalows around a swimming pool. We truly have turned into 'Flash-packers' now! Having our own veranda with it's own fan was just great. The swimming pool helped keep us cool too, as did the huge earthenware jar of cold water in the bathroom. We were finally able to exercise without developing heat stroke and at 100 lengths a day is helping stave off the big tummy, Dunc only managed 25 so his man-boobs are still coming along nicely
We basically spent our time soaking up the culture. In the day we would explore temples of Angkor, Mr Phat took us to some more remote and less touristy ones, he even managed to get us to the temple in time for an elephant ride. I turned into a five year old and got over excited when feeding them bananas, Dunc was more refined but really enjoyed it too. The temples were amazing, we couldn't get over the sheer scale of the place. In the evenings we went to the shadow puppet show and some Aspara dancing, which was all very interesting, but I think we're too heathen to really enjoy that kind of culture! The food and beer was great though!
We did try out the local pub quiz only to be wound up by the extremely annoying ex-pat land lady who obviously thinks she's great for living in Cambodia. Maybe they should find her a job clearing mines!
We were sorry to leave Siem Reap as we'd settled in to our new posh way of life. We were even more sorry to leave when we saw the state of the roads, especially as our driver only had one leg!! We were posh yet again and got a car to Battambang driven by Mr Mao. He was a really interesting bloke who gave us his life story from when he was made to work in the fields watching lorry loads of people disappear into the woods or get shot where they were in the field, to him having to join the army and then spending 9 years in a refugee camp where he learnt English. He worked for the UN there before getting his leg blown off by a land mine and going on the BBC.