Most people who know, unless you are looking for a spiritual awakening, will not groped the seemingly impossible journey by land from Thailand, Sihanoukville, Cambodia to Bangkok in the rainy season. They, instead, take the boat, affectionately nicknamed the vomit comet on lumpy which is generally faster and allocate less adventurous. The boat should travel with my choice, but with a relatively small category 5 typhoon abuse in central Vietnam, I had to do to make aScheduled flight from the new Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok. Typhoons usually a double blow, as the rivers were rising, and so I could forced to back down Phnom Penh and fly to Bangkok.
This journey began with great promise, with the sun shinning, and a few special arrival 15 minutes late. I felt perhaps the ghost tours have been on our side, with a big smile on my face at the edge of town Sihanoukville, where all the drivers on the side of the meetingpointing the way towards the van, laughing uproariously. A short few minutes later I noticed by a passing driver to pull furiously signaling for us to find out our best bald tires was flat all ready!
As the trip started so early, and that a conscientious hiker, I decided to have breakfast, and was looking for a restaurant along the road situated just 10 meters from the machine. I ordered a coffee, have not, then I put the rice soup special, which only by coincidenceFortunately for me, the only thing on the menu. I began to dig furiously on our pit crew to beat in F1 training. One way optimistic, I hoped that I use for a long trip before the next stop, I tried the toilet attraction of this road well, a truly natural wonders, was a tree in a swamp located near a swamp full Pig Pen, with the grunting their inhabitants joyfully raucous approval for my efforts. Without doubt, the poisonous snakes and spiders removed fromTrees enjoyed the show. No problem here with long lines for girls to hang fuss with her make-up.
Here we go again, without sparing time or tires, turn off the paved road and beyond. The road starts in pretty good shape, made with only a couple of holes for the first 10 meters or so, and then start the rough. Apparently our van before the trip was, as the parties maintain that the fall of luck in the bracketsneed to keep them. So we stop more often, to a mixture of witchcraft and rescue rolled wire to keep the road apply.
We make our first crossing of the river homemade contraptions that a ferry would bring sentimental tears to the eyes of a mad scientist who shuttled back and forth on the brown goop. The scenery was so spectacular that one of our passengers fainted and his head slammed into the ground with a thud, as the bass drum. The girl there with glass eyeswas done immediately to put up with her boyfriend, the French began to kiss, and some 'of sex occurs in pat as well, and begins with the cheap sex with her breasts in a parody of the CPR. I trained in this kind of things observed, which was breathing and told to stop them before they explode or implode from the chest or assistance, or consider a hotel room caused embarrassment because they were locals who are not really used strange to westernZion group orgies in public, on ferries, in the middle of the day, but you could see some interest in this activity by young teenagers who were all lined up, money, and chickens in his hand.
Across the River and into the woods, and you go in the jars! Where our spa, where we started, the fare-paying passengers to get a first-class mud slide our van very strong back and forth, flying with different colored clay and stones everywhere. After only10 minutes, you get round the van in the right direction. As a second mobile Woodstock, for the next four hours, we get variations on a topic that is obtained through the hills put put down the hills, you get around cars and trucks stuck all ready, go and put some crews Making Mud Pits construction going deeper and deeper into a serious attempt to make the Guinness Book of World Records for the largest artificial marshes again!
Surprisingly, only 3 hours later than we said we wereArrival at the border of extras seemed terribly wrong by a remake of Lord of the Flies gone. The Thai Customs guys to show us their version of the 4-clock follies and broken in the same ride we started our journey. You must set the value of laughter in a Cambodian adventure like this love, or you might want to take a cheap flight instead.
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