Trip Start Jan 06, 2006
67Trip End Feb 27, 2007
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Three birds sit on a tree branch. They are great friends, and are nibbling away at a shiny green bug, an insect that supposedly gives you extraoridinary curiosity and wonder for the world outside their own.
The first bird swallows his plump bug and immediately begins to dream of far-away destinations, exotic forests, mountains, and oceans and takes off to the WEST as fast as his wings could take him. His journey takes him through the Southern Hemisphere and later into Asian dreams, visiting the lands of the biggest flocks. The worm was working and he couldn't stop whirling around the world.
7 months later, the second bird flaps his wings to satiate his own desire for discovery, heading EAST
The third bird listens to his worm's side-effects a bit later and heads SOUTH to tropical beaches and funny sounding birds in Costa Rica. His feathers get bushier and his dreams for global discovery overwhelm, so he spreads his wings to meet the other two in Asia, 10 months after their separation.
As the first two are whizzing through ancient temples of Angkor in Asia, the third tracks their scent (this travel thing seems to accecuate odor) and meets the two as they perch on a tree branch at sunrise overlooking Angkor Wat. After almost a year, the three birds reunite and celebrate their distances crossed and their experiences gained. They rub their scraggly feathers together (a motion faintly resembling a human high-five) and watch the theatrical performance of citrus hues and purple skies act out the days beginning.
We celebrated our intersection over the King's birthday in Bangkok, then get the helloutta dodge to the East, to the Angkorian lands of Cambodia. Traveling with a best friend just seems too easy. Crossing to Cambodia felt a bit like switching from watercolors to crayons. From smooth roads and sleek buses to mine-field highways and crowded taxis, Cambodia nonetheless satisfies.
First stop Battambang, where we teamed up with a Swede related to Beethoven and (via motorbike) explored the smalltown attractions. Scrambled to the hilltop temples, India-Jones'd it through dark bat caves, snacked on slimy silk-worms, and sped away at sunset on the imfamous Bamboo Train, a platform on wheels propelled 2-stroke-style through endless rice fields. Words dont do justice.
Off to Phnom Penh, the capital and commercial hub
After a dose of historical blemishes, we cruise south to Kampot, gateway to Bokor National Park. We spend a day hiking through jungle, bouncing along horrible roads, and meandering through old hill-stations atop great ocean views. At night, an employee of the guesthouse invited us to the local theater festival, where we watched 3 hours of Cambodian comedy, playing guessing games at the content in sheer joy.
Then off to the beachside town of Sihanoukville, where we spent three days lounging and island-hopping. We stayed 10 feet from the water, in a guesthouse where you pay $2 to spend as long as you like there. The guesthouse owner liked us and gave us a bar tab to promote her party that night. So we spent the afternoon beachcombing giving hundreds of flyers out for her festivities. The night resulted in a upsurge of people and a fabulous night.
After the Sandy Sessions of Sihanoukville, we made a long huck north to Siem Reap, where Rory Byrne (bird number three) awaited our arrival...