A Travellerspoint blog

May 2013

XXXV: Fly Boys

Week five, country five!

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I managed to lure Felix down to the free breakfast that he'd been ignoring with the promise of syrup pancakes and we planned our day. The flight didn't leave for Hanoi until 16:45 and check out was at noon - they wanted an extra $10 to extend it until 2pm! Felix booked a taxi to the airport for 14:00 for $9 (standard rate) and we made the most of the air con and HBO in the room until 12:01 just to spite the receptionist, who had called us at 11:45 to remind us about the time.

With just two hours to kill there was nothing else for it but to head back to Happy Herb Pizza! I know, our imagination for lunch venues has been somewhat lacking but didn't someone once say you can't have too much of a good thing? After lunch we took the cameras for a second walk through the market. I'm sure that smell capture technology will never really exist, but if it did I'd insert a little preview here and have no further need for typing or trying to describe the level of filth that can be found (and inhaled) in Phnom Penh. At the entrance to the market a woman was shoveling food waste off the street into a giant, already overflowing skip and next to her a man was urinating beside the food stalls. The smell was horrendous, and implied that this skip had been sat there festering away for weeks - the bottom was already leaking with decomposed food juice. We pushed through the smell barrier, mastering the art of mouth-only breathing as we passed raw meat hanging in the sun, large metal pots being brought to the boil with dozens of large fish still swimming about in panic and vegetable stalls with chickens roaming about pecking at the greens. It was a remarkable sight and the maze of stalls was vast; moving towards the centre the hygiene improved and the fruit stalls merged into clothing shops and beauty salons. The immune systems here must be super-strength, we certainly weren't going to risk a cheeky snack.


Back on our street we noticed a strange man sat turning a metal cylinder back and forth over burning coals, steam all around him. Naturally we went to investigate and found that he was roasting coffee beans, which were then decanted onto wicker trays on the street to cool before being used to make fresh coffee at the cafe next door. Nostrils well and truly cleansed, we had a sudden craving for caffeine and with 10 minutes to spare until the taxi Felix found us a table and ordered two iced coffees. They were... indescribably good. I'm sure the novelty boosted the taste somewhat but it was like nothing we'd tasted and we were distraught at leaving our new discovery after just one serving.


Our 'taxi' was a beaten up old Ford but the journey to the airport was quick and comfortable - our only scary moment was seeing one of the crazy women from the Siem Reap minibus on the back of a motorcycle, and our attempts to hide failed miserably! Our timing was nigh-on perfect and we checked in straight away with no queues. I remembered too late to ask for a seat with more leg room, so I was amazed when the man casually ripped up the boarding card he'd printed for me and rebooked me and Felix into the emergency exit row! Passport control was equally entertaining: while I was trying to look all serious for my photo and having my fingerprints scanned, the passport official smiled at my boarding pass and said "Hanoi huh? Vietnam girls, very nice". I thanked him for his tourism advice and then got distracted by the very cute drug dog lying on the floor by the xray machines.


Duty Free was unusual, because everything was more expensive than the high street! A large Toblerone (the standard benchmark for these price comparison exercises) cost $25! The rest of the airport can be covered in a three-minute lap, and I took the opportunity to buy some last-minute postcards and use the free computers. Boarding was surprisingly late, especially as Felix had pointed out that we were on a giant Boeing jet but again there were no queues and we were shown to our outrageously spacious exit seats. The doors closed and the stewardess informed us that there were 30 passengers on board this 120+ seater aircraft, what a waste of travel space! We were very impressed though, the plane was brand new, as was the crew's enthusiasm and the 90 minute flight passed in no time.


On arrival at Hanoi, Felix had to take his letter and queue up at the visa issuing desk, while I smugly went straight through passport control and collected our bags. An ATM visit was next, and after doing some crazy maths to work out the exchange rates ($1 is 21,000 dong, GBP1 is 31,000) we popped in our PINs and simultaneously became millionaires! The maximum withdrawal was 2 million dong (VND), just 65 quid. This first withdrawal lasted a long time. Our research told us to ignore the taxis and aim for the minibus stop, where we were charged 40,000 (just over a pound) each for the 35 minute transfer to the Old Quarter in the city. Memories of luxury leg room on the plane soon faded as we were piled in and were forced to play the knee-licking game! Driving into the city, Vietnam felt like another world from Cambodia. The roads were still busy, true, but they were organised, well built and the buildings lining the street were all in a good state of repair. I was struck by the number of motorbikes here though - at every junction the view was blocked by a sea of helmets from at least two people sat on several hundred bikes. This brought about another fascination for me: from the demand for bike helmets had grown a whole new fashion industry, and I was amazed at the different designs on show. Solid baseball cap shapes, Burberry stripes and (my favourite) small cut-outs at the back of the girls' hats to allow them to be worn with a ponytail! Clever sods.


As usual we were mobbed by the taxi driver crowd when we stopped, and as usual we opted to walk the extra 2km to the hotel to get a feel for the city. We fell in love with Hanoi immediately, walking through the Old Quarter was like walking through a French village and it was wonderful to be completely ignored by the locals. The streets of this part of the city are lined and often covered by trees, and every building is fronted by a shop or small cafe selling Vietnamese coffee and home-brew beer. We arrived at the Blue Sky Hotel late evening, and after climbing four flights of Parisian townhouse stairs we were presented with our booked room: a cosy double. There had been a mix-up but we were told not to worry and went out in search of food.


The streets in the Old Quarter are organised by what they sell and are named accordingly (in Vietnamese). Unfortunately for us, we were nowhere near the food streets and walked aimlessly for half an hour before stumbling across a lovely little restaurant on Ma May where we sat on the very French terrace and enjoyed a few beers alongside Vietnamese spring rolls and a traditional clay pot stew with rice. On the walk back we explored the side streets and found the backpackers' hive, a series of lively bars playing live music and small corner shops all selling "bia hoi", locally brewed beer sold at just 5,000 dong per glass. We ordered two glasses and were sat on small plastic chairs on the street, lapping up the atmosphere and quietly contemplating moving here. The beer was good, very similar in taste to a British pale ale, and at 15p a pint no-one was complaining!


Returning to the hotel we found the furniture had been rearranged to fit a single mattress on the floor next to the bed (they had no rooms left). I gave Felix the double and happily fell asleep on the floor.


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XXXIV: Visa Run!

The most expensive purchase so far!

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WorldWideWill's Quick Guide to Vietnam Visas:

Getting a visa for Vietnam is a fairly straightforward, albeit ridiculously expensive, process. There is no 'visa on arrival' option for Vietnam, so you must have either a valid visa or letter of visa approval before you cross the border. This can be done in four ways, take your pick (any prices are as of May 2013 and WILL CHANGE)!

1) Send your passport to the Vietnamese Embassy at home before you go [$40-$70]

Pro: very simple; no need to worry about it while you are travelling; can often be cheaper; visa issued within 3-4 working days
Con: you must set your arrival date into Vietnam and cannot change the visa start date (for free); pay recorded postage both ways to the embassy (unless you go in person)

2) Apply for visa approval online (only for flights into Vietnam, not for land crossings) [$55 - $100]

Pro: quick and easy; can be done any time and from anywhere with wifi (no need to be in a city with an embassy); no need to be separated from your passport; in advance it can work out cheaper
Con: there are hundreds of websites offering the service at different prices, you need to find one that is legitimate (use recommendations from travellers); if done last minute it can get very expensive to pay for the "rush" service, up to $50; no visa is issued, only an approval letter - you must wait for this to be emailed to you, print it out and present it at the airport before boarding your flight to Vietnam; on arrival you have to queue up at the visa desk to have a visa issued to you (an extra $45 stamping charge), and then queue again for passport control

3) Arrange your visa through your hotel [$45-$60]

Pro: efficient service; can be very cheap in some countries (e.g. Cambodia if the passport is sent to Sihanoukville); you can carry on with your trip while you wait; you are issued with a visa within 2-3 days; no waiting for approval emails
Con: you're trusting your passport with a stranger; you may end up paying over the odds for the transport costs depending on how many passports they can collect

4) Apply in person at the Vietnamese Embassy/Consulate [$60 + $10 for on-the-spot processing]

Pro: stress free, official processing; visa can be issued on the spot if needed immediately (for a fee); no processing or stamping fees; no waiting for approval emails; good place to meet other travellers!
Con: you need to get to the place, not always easy (especially in big cities); price changes are not advertised on their website - visa price went up from $45 to $60 in January 2013

The Vietnamese Consulate Office in Phnom Penh opens at 8.30am on weekdays, and I had decided to get my visa issued in person purely for convenience and a reluctance to entrust my passport to our receptionist! I was up and fed by 8 and started the 4km journey from hotel to visa office on foot to avoid tourist-inflated tuk-tuk fares. My web research told me that I would need $45 for the visa and another $10 for express processing, and I had $10 plus a slightly torn $50 bill that had come out of an ATM in Siem Reap and been flatly refused as legitimate tender at every hotel and restaurant (the Cambodians will only deal in pristine US dollar notes, no rips allowed). I managed to change the $50 at the bank but the ATM wanted to charge a 'hefty' 1.5% withdrawal fee so I stuck with my 60 bucks and planned to find a Canadia Bank later (the only bank whose ATMs are charge-free). For the first time I accepted a streetside offer of a motorbike taxi ride and we agreed a $2 fare, though he seemed a little unsure of the address. It took a good 15 minutes to get there, and my knuckles were bright white from clinging onto the back of the bike for dear life as we weaved in and out of Phnom Penh traffic. Great fun though!


The driver offered to wait outside but not knowing how long it would take I sent him away after paying him and went inside to fill out the application form. I found out that they could turn it round in 5 minutes for the $10 fee (I was one of just two people in the office), but of course that would have been too easy - a homemade sign next to the desk ruined my morning, stating that the visa price had gone up from January to $60. My argument about the out-of-date prices on their website fell on deaf ears and I was directed to the nearest ATM to make up the $10 deficit in my funds. A five minute walk brought me to the traveller's worst ATM: ANZ Royal. Infamous (to me at least) for charging super high fees, I always avoid them like the plague. This one wanted to charge a flat fee of $5! I couldn't stomach it, particularly as I had a secret mission to spend less than Felix had on his online visa process and a $5 ATM charge would have been counted by the judges. So a standard Will mission unfolded as I walked and walked through the blinding heat looking for a free or at least cheap ATM. I tried and abandoned six in all, the last of which was attached to a money exchange. Thankfully I still had a 1,000 Thai baht note in my money belt, and the lovely lady in the air conditioned office politely ignored me dripping all over her kiosk and gave me $32 - an incredible rate for Cambodia! For some drama-loving reason I decided to jog the mile and a half back to the visa office and five minutes later I had my lovely new visa.


$70 lighter I walked outside to find a ride back, adamant that I would spend no more than $2 (to keep the total outlay under the suspected $75 that I thought Felix had spent!). A tuk-tuk driver agreed to take me as far as the Royal Palace for my money, but not without several attempts to convince me that he could drop me at my hotel and wait for me to get some more cash out for him! I walked back to the hotel and met up with Felix, then booked onto tomorrow's flight to Hanoi for a slightly inflated last-minute fare of $200. I had originally planned to cross into Vietnam overland between Phnom Penh and Ho Chi Minh City, but I was enjoying travelling with Felix and as he only had 5 days in Vietnam (an expensive stay considering the visa price!) he was keen to see Hanoi and Halong Bay and I was happy to do Vietnam from North to South. As I was booking, F received his letter of approval and we both breathed a sigh of relief.


With everything so expensive, and now with a firm departure sorted we saw no reason to spend unnecessary money on lunch and walked back down for our 'usual' at Happy Herb. We met our favourite tech-savvy kids again, and enjoyed watching the girl beating the boy over the head with a water bottle when he claimed she was his girlfriend! The burger and beer combo was good enough and cheap enough to buy two but we wanted to squeeze a little more culture into our stay and walked down the street to the National Museum. On the way we passed a naked baby lying on the pavement (we had seen it being washed the day before in a roadside puddle) - the mother was a few yards down the street tending to her 'legit' Lonely Planet guidebook stall!


The museum was more expensive than we'd bargained for - $5 - and was so small that we managed the circuit in under half an hour at a leisurely pace. We had a rest in the courtyard watching the obese koi carp bobbing around in the ponds, then took a detour through the local market back to the hotel. I'll describe this experience in tomorrow's entry - it needed to be revisited and photographed.


We rewarded ourselves for our visa success with a mango ice lolly on the roof and an iced tea in the pool, something that Cambodians haven't quite got right - a tea bag dipped in iced water... We'd had such a good experience at Friends last night that we wanted to try out their sister restaurant, Romdeng, a little further from the river. As we left the hotel I was asked by two forlorn looking Brit girls if there were many English people staying here. I jokingly asked if she was trying to avoid them and reassured her that it was largely Indian and she looked crestfallen! I don't understand people that come travelling, eat Western food and crave company from their own nationality - I pointed her towards the cockroach inn next door.


Romdeng was outstanding. It's in a lovely setting, a beautiful French style building with a huge balcony overlooking the leafy courtyard below. The only drawback was their fame for 'crispy spiders' on the menu, and we were presented with one of the poor things (a rather large, though tame, black tarantula) which sat nervously still in Felix's hand until our food arrived. Seven years of chivalry in saving Lucy from house spiders still haven't completely eradicated my childhood arachnophobia so I sat on my hands a safe distance away, and then watched as F handed it over to a petrified waitress! The food was amazing and wonderfully presented, I had been eager to try the traditional 'amok' curry and my pumpkin, bean curd and mushroom amok came in a banana leaf bowl. We made the mistake of having a dessert each, and three giant crispy rice flake banana dumplings with palm sugar syrup nearly finished me off!


Our walk back towards Friends brought us into the backpacker territory and PP's equivalent of Pub Street. It was good to see that we had chosen the quieter street to stay, and we picked up pace at the first sight of drunken Westerners. Felix bought a handmade 'magic wallet' from the Friends & Stuff charity shop next to their tapas restaurant though we ended the night on a bit of low as we wandered past the overflowing bins and even an old woman rummaging through the rubbish outside our hotel.

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Back at the hotel with mixed emotions about the city outside (the food was worth a lot of points) I couldn't resist a picture of the in-house rules on our wall - sums it up nicely I think.


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XXXIII: Phnom-nom-nom (Penh)

Big City Life

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It was an interesting night, and we'd discovered that we were sharing a corridor with six or seven Indian sex tourists who were all sharing a room and spent most of the day parading around with different Cambodian women. The free breakfast that we had haggled for was a now predictable buffet of fried carbs, so I dug out the remains of my birthday muesli to supplement the egg and toast. It was laundry time again so we took our giant bags around the corner where they were only charging $1 per kilo and left blushing slightly after being called "very handsome men" - I was back! We collared a tuk-tuk driver and booked the 'City Tour' for $15, which would include the long drive out to the Killing Fields at Choeung Ek as well as the S21 Prison and a handful of the sights back in Phnom Penh. I had been warned to expect it, but I was still angry when he asked if we wanted to go to the shooting range to fire some weapons ("great fun, great fun"). Felix was equally shocked at the insensitivity but here was the line where respect for the dead ended and business took priority. Still, the driver was taken aback at our "NO!" chorus and agreed to stick to the tour.

His name was Champine. He wore a Barcelona baseball cap on his head and a stupid grin on his face. He was a nightmare. The roads leading out of the city were insanely busy and the exhaust fumes were visibly mixing with the roadside dust and sand to form clouds of gritty smog which lined the inside of our nostrils. Champine's one and only nice gesture was stopping at the side of the road and offering to buy us each a face mask (big business in SE Asia). We declined purely based on experience of being overcharged later on, and used cupped hands as a makeshift mask instead. I admired his enthusiasm at first, pointing out different buildings and smiling back at us, but he was completely oblivious to anything going on around him on the roads. We hit unseen potholes, ramped over unseen piles of sand and very nearly hit several unseen vehicles and pedestrians. A day of riding in this carriage would be enough to give anyone a six-pack with the amount of muscle clenching we had to perform! Gradually the roads got quieter, which was a relief because Champ had no horn and was trying to attract attention by whistling, and at last the sign for Choeung Ek appeared. We drove straight past the turning, but I suppressed an angry twitch and decided he must know another route. He didn't, we stopped for petrol a couple of kilometres further up the road and he asked me if he could borrow $3 to pay for it! Felix had gone into a meditative silence and steam must have started to appear from my ears because he quickly set off again, but still in the wrong direction. When we turned onto a side street I asked him where we were going and got a laugh and something inaudible above the engine noise. We were following another tourist tuk-tuk so I kept an open mind, right up until he pulled into the shooting range car park. I lost it, I was absolutely furious that he'd so blatantly ignored our earlier conversation and all he could do was laugh his stupid laugh and practically beg us to at least go in for a look (clearly on commission). It didn't help that the four ignorant Brit guys from the other tuk-tuk were running in whooping with excitement, but he eventually said "it's up to you" and reluctantly drove us to the Killing Fields.


We ignored his comment about him only waiting an hour for us (after all, we'd only given him $3 so far so if he left he'd be doing us a favour) and paid the $5 entry into Choeung Ek, which comes with an introductory video at the museum and a portable audio guide. I won't go into too much detail, but our biggest shock above all of the atrocities was finding out how recently the group responsible - the Khmer Rouge - had been operating. The trails into the crimes were still underway as recently as 2011. The fields themselves are the site of the mass graves where prisoners from the S21 Prison were executed in horrific ways, purely for being suspected of opposition to the communist regime. 20,000 men, women and children were killed here, and many of the graves have been excavated to place all of the remains on display in a huge central memorial monument (7 levels high) where the families can pay their respects. There are some details that I could never bring myself to write, but I will mention that every time it rains it brings more bones and rags to the surface, and these are collected every few months to add to the memorial. Once you pass the sign explaining this, suddenly all you can see beneath your feet on the paths are chalk-white fragments and weathered pieces of material. It is a very difficult thing to experience.


By chance we only took an hour, but when we got into the tuk-tuk Champ informed us that we would have to wait as he'd booked an extra fare back into town for two more people. Luckily for him our sombre hour had calmed the morning's rage so the argument was short and concise, but saying "it's up to you" again didn't do him any favours - his tip was long gone anyway. We drove back into town to visit the S21 Prison, previously a high school before it was divided into cells, clad with barbed wire and used to torture innocent Cambodians. It was just $2 to get in and again it was a difficult experience, particularly when you see the photos of all of the inmates - the Khmer Rouge were as thorough as the Nazis with cataloguing their crimes so every prisoner was numbered and photographed. Only seven survived. The original classrooms had been divided into tiny numbered cells with brick walls or wooden slats, and the barbed wire around the balconies was erected to prevent suicide attempts. I was quite upset by a couple of things here, firstly the sign on one of the buildings that said "no laughing" and secondly by the placement of red paint or fake blood in some of the cells. Some people need a good slap.

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Rather poetically it began to rain as we walked through the rooms where the last remaining prisoners had been found by the liberation forces, so we went back to the drenched tuk-tuk and asked him to drop us off on the riverside for some lunch within walking distance of the Royal Palace. On the way we noticed for the first time that in front of Champine's seat was the lid-less fuel tank, which was dangerously slopping around and we realised why he'd been driving so slowly! This sealed the deal for him, and after he'd once again tried to drop us at a friend's restaurant for one last commission we stopped him and paid the remaining $12 - his request for a tip was laughed off.


We went to a place called Happy Herb Pizza for lunch, purely because it was convenient and had been recommended by The Book. It is the best value food in town - we both ordered burgers and fries for $2 - and has the cheapest beer at $0.50 a pint! I took the opportunity to Skype Dad at the table, and soon had a small crowd of fascinated kids waving at him on the screen. They were surprisingly good with technology, and happily grabbed Felix's phone and flicked through the photos with no instruction. It was only after we left that we understood that "Happy Herb" meant marijuana and wasn't the man's name! Luckily the herbs were only added on special request so our burgers were (presumably) safe! A walk down the Royal Palace found it to be closed, which was actually a relief after an emotionally draining day so I took a few photos of the millions of pigeons and we retreated for an air-con movie back at base.


The value of our room had a huge boost in the evening as we ventured upstairs to the 8th and 9th floors where we found the pool, a bar and a roof terrace overlooking the city. A few beers were had (of course) with the sunset and then we collected our beautifully pressed and bagged laundry and were invited in for dinner! We had plans so politely declined and walked down the road to the highly recommended Friends Restaurant for some tapas. The restaurant was packed with Westerners which, for the first time, was a good sign - this place was expensive even by Cambodian standards so not just anyone would eat here. We ordered four dishes between us, including roasted pepper, zucchini & rocket spring rolls with basil lemon mayo and chinese veg stir fry. The food was so amazing that we ordered the mango crumble with ice cream for dessert and nearly died of happiness.


Friends is owned by a company that funds charity projects to help the street kids in Cambodia find work, and most of the staff there have been taken in as part of this scheme. We felt very happy to pay the bill plus a small tip for a good cause and we had a quick look at their charity shop next door before heading back (via the now huge piles of waste on the road outside). Next door to our hotel, Queen Wood (forgot to mention that yesterday I think) is a backpacker hotel called 11 Happy Backpackers and we were intrigued to see what their roof bar and rooms were like in comparison to ours. We had a couple of beers to very loud music (luckily the 80s classic rock had just started) but on our way to check out a room we saw a large cockroach that had made its way up 5 flights of stairs so we quickly left!

We'd had quite enough of Phnom Penh now but the weekend had scuppered all plans to get hold of a visa for Vietnam, even for Felix who had done his online and had to wait the extra 2 days for an authorisation letter. Tomorrow is visa day, and hopefully our last day in Cambodia too.


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XXXII: Trans-Cam Highway

Siem Reap to Phnom Penh

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I'd be lying if I said that we were excited to be spending six hours on a bus on the Cambodian roads, but at midday (after finally settling my giant room bill) Felix & I were loaded into a tiny "Mercedes" minibus and driven around Siem Reap collecting travellers en route to the bus station. It was a 10-seater, but the driver managed to squeeze in 15 passengers plus backpacks and we ended up with two crazy Cambodian women sat on our feet surrounded by bags of food. You should know that Felix can have a rather short fuse at times, and I had been up until 3am that morning on Skype, so we were both far from being in the mood to play sardines with broken air conditioning. When these women started throwing food at their German "boyfriends" (?) and then stroking our legs and laughing we'd had enough and when we reached the station we took seats on the coach as far away from them as possible!


The bus wasn't uncomfortable, and the views across the rice fields and the still unbelievably flat landscape kept me entertained for at least three hours of what ended up being a seven hour journey. It was a real shame to see so much waste everywhere though - just like Morocco, a beautiful country has been ruined by the arrival of Western plastics and every ditch was full to the brim with discarded bottles and plastic bags. The roads themselves were simply awful, and as we'd taken the back row of seats we were being thrown around for most of the trip - it's hard to imagine what the roads were like before their "overhaul" two years ago. I'd remembered reading that in Thailand the back seats of a bus are always reserved for monks, and when an orange-clad Buddhist got on the bus before lunch I wondered if the same rule applied in Cambodia. No one asked us to move so we stayed put...


At the lunch stop the roadside snack offer was less than appealing: mounds of fried insects which were being happily devoured by our Japanese bus-mates. Crunchy. We had only been given 20 minutes for lunch so we settled for a coke in the restaurant and (as we hadn't noticed the one on the bus) had a toilet dash. I mention this part because while I was drying my hands I received an alarmingly sharp poke to the ribs and turned round. Standing behind me, bony finger still outstretched, was the monk! I didn't have much time to think about this near-assault from a supposedly peace-loving man, as he started shouting at me in Khmer and then expected me to respond. Clearly I had no idea what he was on about so I just repeated what he'd said, got a nod in return and then I was left alone again, nursing a small round bruise. We left the restaurant via a long loop away from Mr Crazy-Eyed Monk's table, and with no better food available we came back to the bus with two loaves of bread and a pack of Laughing Cow cheese. This was a low point in food terms, made worse by how long the cheese had been in the sun, and I have no clue how neither of us got ill.

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The last four hours passed painfully slowly, though we were faintly amused by the choice of films they decided to show - Prison On Fire, followed by Prison On Fire II. Not quite what we'd expected to see on the way to the S21 prison but clearly the driver was a big Chow Yun Fat fan. Arriving in Phnom Penh at 8pm presented several issues, the main ones being hunger and the need for a bed (we had so far failed to decide on a hotel). Once again the bus was surrounded by tuk tuk drivers who, as usual, tried to convince us that everything was "very far". The free wifi sign alone (honestly) drew us off the street into KFC and we sat down with a Pepsi to find a nearby bed. Our 15 minute walk to the hotel gave us a chance to see the capital city and we weren't blown away - the traffic was mental, with the same lack of lights at a 4-way crossroads as we had seen in Siem Reap only with twice as many vehicles, and it was dirty. Here everyone throws their rubbish on the street where it sits until the rubbish collection lady arrives in the evening, so the accumulated smells towards the end of the day are far from welcoming. Our street turned out to be on the edge of a thriving sex tourism hotspot too, something that had been left out of the hotel's facilities list. We were shown around a couple of rooms and settled on a rather nice twin on the seventh floor (largely due to the breeze), and after refusing to pay full rate ($45) we negotiated a 33% discount at booked a few nights at $30 with breakfast included.


We ate by the riverside and had a couple of well-earned beers. Then the stream of beggars started, first with single mothers and sickly children, then old men and finally children carrying baskets of flowers who had been trained to ignore the word 'no'. It was gone 10pm and this poor boy stood at our table for 15 minutes before moving onto the next one where he fell asleep on his feet. We returned to the room slightly angered by the contrast between the two cities and made plans to see the more sombre sights tomorrow.


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XXXI: Khmer Khameleon

Last day in Siem Reap

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I was grateful for another late morning start, templing is hard work and 8 hours' sleep is just not enough recovery time! Once again we drove away from the Angkor site, this time South East along the highway to reach the Roluos group of temples. Within minutes of leaving the relatively sedate roads of Siem Reap I felt embarrassed about my earlier rant about Thai driving - Cambodia takes the crazy to a whole new level!


A minute on a Cambodian highway is the best snapshot you can have of the madness that is this country's road network and transport system. The average 6-lane dual carriageway is used by no less than 12 streams of traffic, all going in independent directions and carrying loads that not only violate any and every manufacturer's weight restriction but also confound the uninitiated spectator. Motorbikes are king and mule here, and in any given minute you can expect to see one loaded with everything from a 10ft-high stack of recycling bags to half a dozen pig carcasses. How these engines don't implode I have no idea. The larger vehicles are no better, and our highlights of this short journey included a minibus with two mopeds strapped to the open tailgate and a people carrier packed so full of bananas that they were bursting out of the windows and the passengers were forced to travel at 70kph on the roof! The preferred vehicle for rural loads is the tractor engine driven much like a domestic lawnmover, which we saw pulling loads heavy enough to worry an HGV driver.


Of course with such chaos, no matter how well the locals negotiate it, there is always catastrophe and when an accident occurs it's usually pretty serious. We passed three accidents in a short stretch of road, all involving a helmet-less motorbike driver and a fairly serious injury as well as severe damage to the bike and its crazy load. Cambodia is no place to self-hire, and even a tuk tuk feels exposed on the main roads. It is easy now to see why Siem Reap bans tourists from hiring motorbikes, please don't try and bend this rule!


The temples at Roluos were, frankly, a bit of a let down. My birthday had been the best day hands down, and the three temples we saw this morning were poor relations to the stunning architecture and scenery we had already seen. Our morning was saved, however, by the local kids here. Roluos temple children have a level of hyperactivity unknown to the Angkorian hoardes, presumably due to an excessive intake of bonbons (their teeth are shocking) from the buses of tourists that were being dropped off every minutes to shrieks of excitement from dozens of tiny faces. Felix and I took the opportunity to allow Supiret a little more sleep than the meagre ten minutes we had given to the first temple and sat taking pictures of the children and their tourist frenzy. Before long there was a lull in the bus deposits and we were mobbed, but instead of throwing a handful of Maoam sweets in the air and making a run for it, Felix wanted them to earn the treat. I sat transfixed on the faces as they slowly learnt that only saying "Can I have a sweet please" would release Felix's tight grip on the packet, and he was strict - "You give me sweet... please?" just didn't cut it.


Two more temples came and went without incident or piqued interest, the only highlight being another run-in with the kids - this time one made me a ring made of leaves and refused my offer of a sweet because he said it would damage his teeth! I was impressed and gave back the ring - no amount of dental care would earn my dollar today. The mango girl accepted the bonbon option but it backfired when her friend spied the exchange and told me that if I didn't give her one too then I wasn't handsome! We'd already starting moving off before I could answer her but the damage was done - that was the moment I started wearing mascara.


Felix and I did our favourite thing once we returned - had a "lazy afternoon"! Another baguette lunch just about fueled a brief attempt to shop for souvenirs in town but the challenge of finding decent postcards was too much for me (largely because I then realised how good the $1 deal from the Angkor kids really was!). At 7ish we met up for dinner again along with Erna, a friend of Felix's from his trip in Laos. We stopped for a few $1 draught beers on Pub Street and were joined by two more new friends from Felix's hostel, both travelling during a break from study in Hong Kong. It felt great to be with a large group again and the personalities more or less fitted together as we bonded over travel talk. The short search for food ended at the Red Piano, famous for its association with Angelina Jolie (you'll have to look it up, all I saw was a cocktail with her name on it) and we all ordered from the traditional Khmer food menu. Felix and Jieyi are spice fiends and F made a point of telling the waitress that he would be highly disappointed if the curry didn't make him break into a sweat. A deal was made: "You no cry, you no pay"! Three of us were laughing moments after the curries arrived as J had burst into uncontrollable spice-induced tears and Felix was making very little noise at all - looked like we were paying. I was quietly content with my "mild" Khmer curry, which was honestly one of the best curries I've ever tasted.


It was sad to say goodbye to the new faces after only a few hours, but we swapped emails and made the usual wishful comments about maybe bumping into them later on the trail. Tomorrow F & I leave for the capital.

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XXX: Banteay Birthday!

Not a bad way to celebrate...

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It was a restless sleep, largely because I hadn't decided before bed if I would wake up to see the arrival of my birthday at midnight local time or UK time and ended up seeing both and feeling no better for it! At 8 I was up and on my private balcony opening a stack of birthday cards - the precious cargo that I had been transporting for a month in my daysack. There was a mini moment of loneliness as I read each one without the sender present, but I was left smiling and feeling good about day two of temple running. I'd done well with breakfast too: fruit muesli, OJ and fruit loaf kept me going most of the day (which was handy seeing as we would miss lunch). I got the birthday traditions out of the way, made my wish and went down to join the guys for our 10am start.


We had a slightly customised route to follow today which would take us several miles away from Angkor to see the outlying temples and was due to end with sunset back in the main temple complex. Even on paper it was far more appealing than my original birthday plans to chill out and read at the hotel all day. Felix handed me my only birthday present of the day as he got on board, a large pack of American style pecan and choc chip cookies! I was touched, and even further impressed when he produced two packs of sweets to be used to keep the temple children at bay. Up until this point I had been curious about the roadside stalls selling reused bottles filled with a strange yellow/green liquid that I had decided was either olive oil or bodily fluid (hey, it's Cambodia - anything's possible). I watched intently when Supiret stopped and bought two bottles, but when he was handed a small funnel I turned away, convinced that my second assumption about the liquid was accurate. The smell caught me by surprise and I felt a little foolish as I realised we had just stopped for petrol...


Our first stop was the ancient crematorium of Pre Rup, built from volcanic rock and boasting several very tall chimney towers. It was deserted for good reason: the mercury had crept over the 40C mark and with the sun directly overhead the only shade was inside one of the towers where incense burning women lay in wait for a quick buck. A friendly police officer let me behind the rope and up onto the top level, usually closed to the public. In exchange for a few words on the temple's origins he requested a small fee, but I countered with the "it's my birthday" argument and gave him (and an American tourist who announced that he was also celebrating his birthday) a piece of chewing gum instead. I was still musing over the concept of a policeman trying to make some extra money as we walked back to the tuk tuk, when another cop approached us and offered to sell us his badge!


The drive up to Banteay Srei took about 30 minutes and followed a quiet country road through stilted wooden hut villages and parched rice fields. There were cows everywhere, at least one per home roaming through the trees to find shade or being given a bath from giant clay rainwater tanks. The temple is small but elegant, reknowned for its intricate carvings on every exposed pink-stone surface (much like Angkor Wat but in finer, more impressive detail) and it is surrounded by a lily pad moat. Again the heat, and the travel distance, meant we had the place to ourselves so we sought shade under the trees and had a birthday snack of cookies and dried banana chips. It was hard to get up close with the barriers protecting the stonework so we ducked into a cafe for a coconut shake to escape the sun and jumped back in the tuk tuk for a cool breezy ride back to Angkor.


I heard the clatter of my glasses hitting the tarmac too late, and watched in despair as my only source of long-distance vision was run over by a tuk tuk and then a car. Miraculously they stayed in one piece, albeit a mangled, bent and obscenely scratched piece but impressive nonetheless! Lucky I brought a copy of my prescription with me.


At this point I realised that I hadn't booked an extra night at the hotel, and more worryingly I hadn't yet given them any money. My panic was short lived though, as Supiret waved off my concerns and told me that I could stay as many nights as I wanted and they would only make the room available and take payment from me once I checked out. What a great attitude.

The string of temples that followed was the highlight of the day. Supiret had devised an excellent itinerary to cover the top of the 'big circuit' before sunset, and the timing was so perfect that every place was empty of tourists. A dusty shortcut took us well off the beaten track and we were the centre of attention as our tuk tuk tried to navigate giant holes and bumps in the sand road. Ta Som was the first stop, an awesome semi-collapsed temple hidden in the jungle. Huge wooden struts hold up the walls and its big attraction is the giant tree which grows directly out of the far East entrance with Lord of the Rings style appeal. With few visitors the children here were extra active, and Felix & I quickly distributed a round of sweets in an attempt to escape. F was lured by the challenge from a 7-year-old to a game of noughts and crosses, which he promptly lost and a $1 fine was demanded.


Dark clouds gathered as we arrived at Preah Neak Poan and the wind whipped through the trees, forcing us to dodge a hail of branches, leaves and insects falling from the sky. This peaceful water temple is reached by a long boardwalk which passes over scenic marshland and a lake before entering a tree-framed tunnel leading to the pools. The wind had even cleared the traders and beggars so we were quite literally the only people at the temple. A long wooden barrier blocks entry to the temple itself but with no one to police the area we slipped between the fence panels and had an independent tour, snapping a few quick pictures before the park attendant returned. A fallen tree trunk was too tempting not to strike a surf pose on the way out.


Preah Khan is the jewel in the Angkor crown (in my opinion), a vast sprawling temple oozing with rugged character that makes you feel as though you are the first to discover it hidden away in the jungle. I was in awe from my first glimpse of the stones and overgrown tree roots that rival Ta Prohm, and for the gamer within me it felt like I had walked straight into the Forest Temple from Zelda. There were no warning signs here so we took the opportunity to climb up the collapsed stone walls and take in the view from one of the ancient rooftops, before walking back to our chauffeur over the huge stone moat bridge.


We arrived at Phnom Bakeng in plenty of time to climb the hill paths and steps before the 1730 deadline when no further guests are allowed up to the top. The upper terrace commands breathtaking views over the West Baray lake and across the tree-covered temple complex, and the towers of Angkor Wat can be seen behind the elephant parking on the hill! Several monks had gathered on the terrace, and it was perhaps for this reason that a strict dress code had been enforced at the entrance - anyone wearing shorts above the knee (mainly girls) was practically forced to buy a scarf or hippy pants from the smug traders to gain entry. The storm clouds had fortunately bypassed Angkor and hit Siem Reap, however it was enough to ruin the final sunset moments as the sun was enveloped by the blackness on the horizon. We were ushered down the hill and into the waiting tuk tuks as darkness fell, and soon realised that our ride had neither lights nor horn!


I had a reverse fake tan when I got back to my room, standing in the shower watching as a head-to-toe layer of dark dust washed off and left me looking decidedly Caucasian. I felt embarrassed to wear my shorts again without a good scrub, so I put them on and walked back under the water jet for a travellers' wash & rinse cycle. Felix joined me on my balcony for a birthday beer and a game of cards before we headed out in search of a suitably decent celebratory meal. We were the only customers when we arrived at Avatar Palate for our second consecutive night and we were greeted with open arms. Our compliments and tip from last night had gone down extremely well, and we were waited on by an eager team of 7 staff (2 waiters, 2 barmen, 2 chefs and the maitre d'). The menus were unnecessary, we ordered exactly the same and it was phenomenal. We left to a series of bows and birthday wishes, and I finished the day with a birthday Skype session. It'll be hard to beat this on my 28th next year!


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Day XXIX: Temples of Angkor: Remorkable!

Angkor Wat and beyond...

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NB. The temples at Angkor are nothing short of spectacular. In three days I took over 500 photos, wrote several pages of blog notes and felt very fortunate to be there. None of the guide books or magazine articles adequately prepared me for the experience and a personal blog will be no different for its readers. So please excuse the lack of specific details about the individual temples over these next few entries - this is something that needs to be experienced first-hand and my words could never do it justice.

Bleary eyed but excited we assembled at 5am sharp outside the hotel and our driver introduced us to our ride for the day, a cute little tuk-tuk or 'remork' made up of a motorbike towing a small roofed carriage behind it. Very nice indeed. We set off at a little-too-leisurely pace up the road to Angkor, and by the time we reached the ticket booths there were already deep red scars appearing in the sky. The ticket office is a little like a toll checkpoint on a motorway, with loads of tuk-tuks, minibuses and even mentalists who have decided to cycle queued up to purchase their passes. Felix & I jumped off our carriage while it was still moving and got straight to a booth in front of a giant coach-load of Japanese tourists, paid our $40 fee for the 3-day pass and were back in our seats within 5 minutes. As we turned the corner around the far edge of the temple complex, the orange sun reflected in the giant moat and our first sighting of Angkor Wat was a dark silhouette encircled by a river of fire. We were far from alone, the roads and paths into the temple were already packed with sunseeking tourists and we took a few photos from the outer walls before following the crowds inside for the main event.


By 6:30am the sun had risen over the temple and the masses that had gathered by the pool, fighting for the best position to capture that iconic photo, had dispersed. We took a seat at a cafe nearby and had an expensive banana pancake breakfast, then made the most of the empty grounds to explore before the daytime hoardes arrived. Zlatan had warned me in an earlier email that I may be underwhelmed by Angkor Wat, and he was right. Yes, it's a magnificent piece of architecture and its size is impressive, but walking around it feels like too much of a deja-vu after seeing it so well publicised all over the world. Nevertheless, we enjoyed walking the grounds with very few visitors around and two hours after arriving we arrived back at our tuk-tuk and patient driver and continued on the 'small circuit' route around the complex.

Next stop was the walled city of Angkor Thom, with the highly impressive Bayon temple. The 54 engraved stone towers that make up the temple each display four giant faces, so visitors are greeted by the intimidating stare of 216 pairs of ancient eyes. It was here that we were introduced to the first of the many 'children of Angkor' who roam the temples begging for money and sweets from the rich Westerners. This first boy was a little different to the ones we would meet later in the day, and showed us a hidden, steep stone staircase at the back of one of the old library structures that we climbed to get a decent photo viewpoint. Once we decided to leave he produced a laminated sign asking for donations to help with the local children's education. Having taken Dad's advice, I had packed a small stash of Bic biros for just such an occasion and handed one to the boy in place of the dollar he was expecting. He seemed happy enough, and we continued up the path to the smaller Baphuon temple and the intricately carved Terrace of the Elephants.


Back at the tuk-tuk and now in full light of day we were bombarded by traders and beggars. The grating sound of "Hallo sir, you wan buy cold drin? You wan mango? Two for one dollar..." from the female traders became very tiresome very quickly, but was still a welcome break from the hundreds of young children intent on selling packs of 10 postcards for a dollar. These children are all trained to say the exact same lines and put on a whinging voice (which soon disappears after they run back to their friends) as they walk beside you counting out each postcard and repeating "ten for one dollar... one dollar... one dollar..." Beyond power-walking, avoiding eye contact and in extreme cases shouting "shush!" we couldn't come up with a foolproof system to ward off their advances. When we arrived at Ta Prohm we found a solution: a rather stupid woman had sat herself against a wall and was producing mini packs of Oreos from her bag. The kids were all over her, and her futile attempts to control them allowed us to pass into the temple uninterrupted and with a plan to go shopping when we returned to town.

Ta Prohm is the 'Tomb Raider temple' that is famous for the giant trees that have taken over the stone walls, and Lonely Planet readers swarm to see "nature run riot", another annoyingly over-used part of their phraseology. It is quite spectacular to see the difference between the pristinely maintained Angkor Wat and this tumbledown mixture of rubble and overgrown tree roots, and it quickly became our favourite temple of the day. Our final stop was Banteay Kdei, another fascinating blend of man and nature where the tree roots run through the walls and stone paths like thick snakes and make the whole place come alive. The morning sun had by now reached its full intensity so most of the children here were fairly sedate, but two bold girls approached us and sat on the rocks opposite for a chat. We were blown away by their manners and their command of both French and English, and when they asked for chewing gum instead of money we gladly obliged and proceeded to be educated on the Khmer school system and the local temples.

Supiret, our driver, was fast asleep when we reached him but seemed grateful that we were ready to go back to town. The temperature had reached 39C and it felt like at least 2pm, yet when we stopped in Siem Reap for an iced tea the clock only showed 11am - 6 hours of temple hopping had taken its toll. We treated Supiret to a drink too, and he seemed more than happy to accept when we asked him to be our chauffeur the following day. With just enough energy we found our way to a little restaurant down a side street and I couldn't contain my excitement upon discovering a French baguette (real bread!) on the menu. It was an emotional sandwich and set the tone for a wonderfully chilled afternoon - I was too tired to fulfil my promise to visit Felix's hostel for a swim and a beer and opted for an afternoon nap and a movie (Hunger Games, had me sat on the edge of the bed for an hour!) instead.


Before Felix arrived for dinner I ventured out to the local minimart to purchase some birthday breakfast supplies, a very Cambodian experience as nothing was priced so I had to some several shuttle runs to the till before settling on a giant bag of muesli. Fortunately Felix shares my dislike for the tourist scene, and particularly the Western drinking scene so we skirted around 'Pub Street' a found a fantastic little Khmer restaurant on a small side road. It wasn't very busy, possibly due to slightly inflated prices, so we had very attentive service and the food was magnificent. Freshly made spring rolls with satay dip followed by vegetable roti cutlets and banana fritters, delicious - we sent our compliments to the chef who waved his thanks through the window, and our small tip was warmly received by the whole staff.

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We ended the night at one of the town's night markets, but after some unsuccessful haggling and being forced to join a dance to 'Gangnam Style' we went home for a long sleep.

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Day XXVIII: Same Same, But Different

Week number four, country number four!

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I was a little too excited for a lazy lie-in today, and I don't exactly know why. Everything about Cambodia beyond the superficial Lonely Planet and National Geographic research was a mystery to me. Nevertheless, I was up and packed early and sat with my bag at Lucky Beer enjoying another fantastic fresh fruit muesli (no pineapple this time). While I waited for Charlie to join me I found a nice looking hotel in Siem Reap on my TripAdvisor app and pinged them an email to book three nights in a private room, and a free airport collection too.

My RV time with Charlie came and went, and picturing the likely embassy queues he'd be facing while getting his visa I grabbed some supplies and headed for the bus. I made a point of greeting the two travel agency girls by name, and was satisfied to hear that they had committed the Will Smith nickname to memory - this would surely become useful in a few weeks' time when booking day trips and our Chiang Mai transport. The bus arrived right on time and I left them with a message to say farewell and thanks to Charlie, it was a shame not to have said goodbye in person though.

I had the minibus entirely to myself so I spread out for the hour-long journey and tried to read up on the Angkor temples of Siem Reap. From what I could tell, there was lots to see and a single day pass into the complex wouldn't be enough so I made a mental itinerary around a 3-day pass and spent the rest of the journey trying to figure out how to get around the temples (bus? taxi? motorbike? tuk tuk? bicycle? walking?). Even though we had spent most of the hour sat in slow moving traffic we arrived at the airport bang on time, and I found it highly amusing (and rather efficient) that the traffic time had been so accurately calculated and factored into the journey estimate.

Bangkok Suvarnabhumi Airport is amazing. It's pretty much brand new, and so vast that the walk to my check-in desk left me out of breath! I was super early for my flight so took the opportunity to sit down and repack my bags, and while I worked I was approached and quizzed by a rep from the tourism office. My positive responses to her questionnaire were rewarded with a lovely little elephant magnet, and I was still smiling when I reached the desk and gave them my bag. It was impressive to see that my bag still weighed under 12kg (and worrying too, seeing as the jeans and fleece I'd worn on the last flight were now inside - I'd clearly left something heavy and important somewhere in Malaysia!), and my good mood was boosted even further when the check-in lady handed back my passport and wished me an early happy birthday! Relieved of the weight I sat down to try and get through the two large bottles of water that I'd bought (stupidly) with a strange lunch of fruit bread, crisps, nuts and an almond croissant. I'd hoped to have wifi to check my hotel booking but was told that the free internet access was on the far side of security. Bloated from downing three litres of mineral water I staggered through the metal detector and had a great hour on the immaculate departures side of the airport. I was surprised to see how well guarded the free wifi password was: only after registering your name were you given a blacked out payslip-style envelope containing the password. Bizarre.


Our plane was a cute little turboprop with no more than 80 seats and a cargo hold where the front passenger doors usually sit. Having asked for a seat with legroom I was annoyed and relieved to see that the plane was half empty and that the whole front row next to the exits was free. A friendly German guy came to sit next to me, but I was on a mission and moved forward before we could start a conversation. I greeted the steward with my best 'sawasdee krab' before remembering I was on a Cambodian plane and quickly sat down to read through the language section of Charlie's Cambodia guide. We were kept busy in the air with immigration cards and snack packs for the whole 50 minutes of the flight, and touched down in SIem Reap to a captain's announcement that it was 4pm local time and 38C outside.


We filed into the immigration hall and there was a flurry of activity as everyone grabbed a visa application form and fought for a pen and space on the writing desks. I was one of the few super organised passengers and made it to the front of the visa queue with my form, passport photo and $20 fee in hand. The visa desk is a daunting sight, a long wooden semi-circular desk with no less than 15 uniformed officials sat behind it. Once you have handed in your passport at the far left end you make your way to the far right man and wait for your application to pass along the bench through the different stages of approval. While I waited I was approached by Felix, the German from the plane, who asked if I would share transport into town with him. I agreed, having not heard from my hotel about my booking, and we passed through passport control (with our new giant visas) to collect our bags. It seemed we were the only ones without onward transport, and after a long and overly hopeful wait to see if either of our hotels was sending a car (plus a failed attempt to convince a jolly tuk tuk driver that one of us was the 'Emma Freeman' on his sign) we split a $7 taxi into Siem Reap.


I decided to abandon my plans to stay at the Golden Temple Villa, assuming the email had never arrived, and joined Felix as he checked into the Siem Reap hostel only to find that they were fully booked. I rang Golden Temple and received the same news, and this was repeated at the next three hotels nearby. In desperation I even tried the 4-star lodge down the road but they had no rooms, but I was touched when they allowed me to sit down in their posh lobby to check my guide book and then brought me a cup of chilled jasmine tea. In the end I settled on a previous recommendation, Shadow of Angkor Guest House, and paid the jolly tuk tuk man (who had since found the real Emma Freeman) a dollar to take me there. I expected to be turned away again, so was happily surprised when the lovely receptionist man took me up to a private ensuite double room overlooking the river with a hot shower, air con, private balcony, mini-fridge and TV. I said I'd take it, relieved to find somewhere to lie down and more than happy to pay the $20-a-night rate to have a little luxury for my birthday week.


Running low on currency after the visa purchase I went straight into town in search of a Canadia Bank ATM (apparently the only one that doesn't charge a fee). I instantly fell in love with Siem Reap town, with its French colonial buildings and its wide tree-lined streets. There was a wonderfully relaxed atmosphere to the place, a welcome break from the noise and stress of Bangkok. My card was rejected when I finally reached the machine, and an emergency message exchange with Dad discovered that the Caxton card system had crashed leaving me with no money to pay for my room or (worse) my Angkor ticket. I arranged to settle the room bill when I checked out and eventually managed to withdraw enough cash to get me through the first day.


I'd given Felix my email address and we arranged to meet up after some dinner to discuss sharing a ride around the temples. I ate at the first place I could find and had my first experience of the strange 'US dollar only' culture. I ordered the all-you-can-eat veg fried rice for $2.50, paid with a $5 bill and received $2 and 2000 riel as change. Odd place.


We sat poring over the temple map on the terrace of my hotel, and having established that the nice man at reception could book us a tuk tuk for the day at a good price we called him over to help us make a plan. He gave us a detailed 3-day itinerary, explained how the tickets worked and advised the best places to see at sunrise and sunset. We were suitably impressed and told him to go ahead and book a tuk tuk for us, asking if the driver would speak English as well as him. He seemed confused and we soon realised that he was going to take us himself, being a licensed Angkor driver as his second job! It all seemed too easy, but I felt like karma was on my side and we arranged to meet our guide in the lobby at 5am to go up to Angkor Wat for sunrise.

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Day XXVI - XXVII: Krung Thep Maha Nakhon

Sawasdee Krab!

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Checking into a hotel at 7am messes with the mind a little, especially if you go to sleep as soon as you arrive. When I woke up from a few hours in bed I firmly believed it was Monday, and started panicking that I had missed my meeting with Charlie altogether. I was delighted when I realised that it was still Sunday morning and that I had (in my mind) bagged a free night by checking in so early. The sound that woke me came from the alleyway behind the hotel and conjured up an image of someone being beaten up, but in a very methodical manner. The combination of shouts and thumps turned out to be from a local Thai Boxing gym that opened its doors to foreigners every morning for two hour training sessions, and I told myself I'd give it a go later on.


A few logistical Facebook messages later I met Charlie at the entrance to the hotel and a firm manly handshake welcomed me back to the party. Having blown the budget on luxury rehab accommodation in Krabi another expensive baht withdrawal was required, followed by my first Thai tuk tuk ride. Charlie's job for the next two days was simple: show me around the city and share enough Bangkok knowledge with me that I would look like a pro when Lucy arrived a few weeks later. We negotiated a price (200 baht, a little expensive) and set off for the market. After four weeks of buses and boats, the reckless speed and rushing air as we weaved between cars and trucks was exhilarating! We were thrown about in the back as our driver took every possible shortcut, overtake and illegal manoeuvre, and in less than 20 minutes we had covered the 12km to Chatuchak.

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Chatuchak Market (or Jatujak/JJ market) is the world's largest weekend market with over 5,000 stalls selling everything imaginable, with prices all 'TBC'! I was badly in need of some lightweight shirts and Charlie was on his bi-annual t-shirt run, so we made our way through the vast indoor arts and furniture areas to the clothing stalls. There is nothing comparable in the UK to the size and density of the market and it is hard to describe, but if you imagine walking down the aisle of a train or plane and every row of seats is another stall you'll be getting close to it. It took well over an hour for us to find what we wanted at prices we were willing to pay but we were both highly successful, particularly Charlie with his bag of 18 (!) t-shirts. The heat didn't mix well with the crowds and our growing hunger, so we stopped for a street food snack (giant veggie spring rolls, mmm...) and then flagged down another tuk tuk.


Charlie was keen to go to a Thai Boxing event at the national stadium in the evening, but with nothing more than a curious interest in the sport I let him go alone, wanting to explore the Khao San area a little more before phoning home to welcome Dad back from Afghanistan. In the 8 hours since I'd first arrived, the street had woken up and was in full swing with shouting market stall owners and bass-heavy music blaring from the restaurant speakers. I was satisifed after a short walk that it wasn't somewhere I'd be desperate to return to, and spent the rest of the afternoon cooling down at the hotel with the Lonely Planet guide getting ready for the trip to Cambodia.


A quick food run that evening found the street food to be rather disappointing, and I threw most of my tasteless pad thai in the bin. On the way back I walked into a scene from Fast & Furious, and watched a dozen grown men showing off their pretty cars without being allowed to race (under the watchful eye of the police). The image of my own car falling into disrepair on the driveway at home popped into my mind, so I let down a couple of their tyres and went to bed.*

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  • This may have been a dream.

I slept brilliantly and sauntered down onto the sleepy Khao San to find Charlie and the restaurant that served (in his words) "the best fresh fruit muesli in Thailand". Still sticking to my travel ethos of following personal recommendations I ordered and fell in love with the muesli, which came with a pot of fresh yogurt and was mixed with huge pieces of banana, watermelon, papaya and pineapple (which I picked out). We had no firm plans for the day, but I had decided that I was going to leave for Cambodia tomorrow (the 14th) so that I could arrive and get settled in a hotel in time for my birthday on Thursday. A quick search on my phone's Kayak flight app found a bargain flight to Siem Reap for 4475 baht (under 100 quid), but predictably after half an hour going through the booking process the webpage froze as I was confirming payment. Instead, C took me to a cosy travel office opposite my guest house where he had clearly been a few times before, as the two Chinese sisters (Lek and Yai) that own the place came out saying "Mr Charlie!". A round of introductions followed and I turned on the charm, jealous of Charlie's rapport with the girls and their memory of his name! By the time Lek got round to booking my flight the price had gone up by a few baht, but she worked some magic and got me the flight plus a transfer bus for 4900 baht.


Charlie had his own business to take care of at the office, booking onward flights and visas to China, so I left him to it after double checking that my name had stuck with the girls. I was dubbed Will Smith for ease of memory, which became my second favourite nickname from Southeast Asia after my surname was misheard on the Perhentian Islands and I was referred to as 'Mr Danish'.

With my flight booked I spent the afternoon planning my stay in Cambodia and made plans to spend the evening exploring more of the city with Charlie. A deafening electrical storm passed over the hotel and I sat on the balcony watching the tourists running for cover as the smugly amused tuk tuk drivers looked on from under their passenger canopies. Monsoon season is a wonderful time of year, with its reduced crowds and spectacular storms, but most importantly (for me) the sense of relief you get from the temperature drop after the rain. The raindrops fell hard and I could almost hear the sizzle as they hit the burning hot corrugated iron rooftops. When it was safe to leave his own hotel, C very kindly came over and took me through a physio routine for my knee and back while I filmed the various stretches I would need to do to get shot of my three-year-old injury. Feeling energised we jumped into a tuk tuk and Charlie took me on a high speed tour of the slightly seedier parts of Bangkok. We managed to dodge most of the advances from street touts while we perused the counterfeit merchandise at Pat Pong market, and then had a heated argument over street food pricing (hungry Charlie is not a man to be messed with) before heading to Nana Plaza in search of a sports bar with a pool table.


We spent an hour trying to find a bar that was showing the Formula 1 (I'm now not convinced we got the date right), and after failing in our search Charlie promised me a game of pool and a beer before he had to head back to meet up with a friend. There was a catch: "we're just going to pop into this one club first". Inside I realised I'd been lured on false pretences into what appeared to be some sort of gentleman's club, but the glint in Charlie's eye made me suspect that something else was going on. As soon as we stepped through the door we were ushered into a booth and watched in amazement as a parade of thirty rather stunning bikini-clad girls lined up in front of us and we were asked to pick the ones we'd like to share a drink with. We politely declined and the crowd dissipated, moving on to the next new punters. This gave me a moment to turn to Charlie and ask in a less-than-polite way why he had brought me here, knowing full well that I was in a happy long-term relationship. He grinned and answered by calling over the waitress, asking her to point out which of the 'girls' were actually female and which were... not. I couldn't help but stare and marvel at the craftsmanship when (s)he told us that there wasn't a single girl in the room.

My mind was elsewhere as Charlie beat me severely at pool, and seeing the distress on my face as I started to question everything I had ever taken for granted in the world he loaded me into a bright pink taxi and took me home. I packed immediately, desperate to leave the following day - I'm a scarred man.

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Day XXV: All Roads Lead to Bangkok

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Let me tell you something about Thai roads. There are only two rules: drive on the left and don't hit anything. Ok, it's really just the second rule. Out here you can go anywhere, anyhow and at any speed, and trying to drive like a considerate, cautious Westerner will most likely get you killed. Slip roads join from the right, there are no overpasses so all junctions involve a U turn onto the opposite carriage, and hard shoulders are for motorbikes and tuk tuks, and any vehicle that feels like driving in the opposite direction to avoid a pesky legal manoeuvre. The bus drivers are similarly entertaining. Outside of pre-planned toilet stops they will happily pull over to stretch their legs, have a cigarette or even buy some lunch, leaving a bus full of bewildered travellers in a sun-baked car park. I feel sorry for people who fly everywhere and miss out on these little observations.

Saturday morning: this time I was ready. A second night of sleep in relative luxury had worked wonders, and with a bounce in my step I went to the minimart to buy supplies for my bus journey and a new razor. I ate well, tactically avoiding the slightly undercooked part of my eggs, and after a hot shower, shave and throwing on a freshly laundered t-shirt I felt like a new man. I'd peaked a little early with 6 hours still to kill until the bus, so I did what any poor writer who has committed to producing a travel blog would do with the time and sat painstakingly touch typing 5 days' worth with my phone. Finding a computer in your hostel is a rare treat in Thailand, and without the speed of a keyboard a daily update is a little taxing.

Annoyingly the bus driver was punctual and my bags were taken from me and loaded before I'd had a chance to say goodbye to Lucy on Skype! I settled in for the 2 hour transfer to the bus depot, and was more than a little surprised when I was kicked out five minutes later at the same travel office (in front of the same woman) that had hosted our little spat two days earlier. With my ticket checked and taken from me I was branded with a 'Bangkok' sticker and sat with several other bemused folk with no explanation of when we were leaving or why my bag was still on the bus. I took the opportunity to stock up on snacks, ignoring the pair of flea-ridden dogs lying next to the food stand.

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A lady came out from the desk and did a lap of the office holding a sheet of cardboard above her head like a ring card girl from a boxing match, which read "Don't leave valuable in your bags". I was confused again until I realised that there were two minibuses going to the bus checkpoint and several bags were being taken separately from their owners. Being at the back of the queue I did the gentlemanly thing and ran for my bag (every man for himself!), and was luckily placed in the same bus. Unfortunately I was folded into the middle seat next to the driver, which meant that in addition to getting no leg room I also had a front row seat for his insane manoeuvres. His unannounced cigarette break allowed the nerves to settle halfway there.

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Miraculously unscathed we reached the bus checkpoint, Hell's waiting room, at Surat Thani. It's essentially someone's garage with tables a kitchen attached, and owing to yet another downpour we were all huddled under the roof gazing at the food menu and trying to guess the wifi password. I spent 20 minutes helping a British guy track down his bag (they had travelled individually, the fool) and then ordered myself a "cheese sandwich", very excited at (a) the prospect of an actual sandwich with actual bread (not big in SE Asia) and (b) eating my first proper meal since falling ill. This is what I received:


Yes, a stale (solid) burger bun with a processed cheese slice. Natalie Haynes (one of my favourite Times journalists) once wrote that "being in favour of the processed cheese slice is morally identical to being in favour of cutting down ponies with a scythe". A little dramatic perhaps but I've always been inclined to agree so I'm ashamed to say I took a few bites before throwing it away, and for fear of getting ill again rather than what it looked/tasted like - enough ketchup will mask any flavour! Luckily I still had a stash of fruit buns and pringles to make a meal from and our VIP coach had arrived just in time for the heaviest rain. Inside the air con was set to a welcoming 'Scottish Highlands' rather than the usual 'Frozen Wasteland' and we had fully reclining armchair style seats. I logged the location of the toilet (downstairs!) and a large TV screen started to play a movie with heavily delayed subtitles. This felt good!


After watching what I could see of Life of Pi (very good, overrated a little though I thought) I snuggled into the smelly blanket I'd been given and tried to sleep. This plan was abandoned within 30 seconds as the next movie, 'Flight', started playing at full volume. Those that have seen the film (as I already had, recently) will know that it involves a plane crash - not a soothing soundtrack for tired souls to fall asleep to! Halfway through the film the roof began to leak, streaming through the air vents and soaking everyone on the other side of the bus. This meant all vents were closed and the bus became very warm indeed, so the midway stop at midnight was a welcome break. The storm escalated in intensity very quickly at that point, to the extent that it caused a complete blackout at the service station and the lightning was so bright that it had the effect of staring at a camera flash. Partially blinded I stumbled down the bus stairs to investigate the toilet, which I found acceptable until the realisation that the 'complimentary' water bottles next to the cistern were to be used to manually flush the loo...

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The remaining 6 hours of the drive passed slowly and uncomfortably with no hope of sleep but we eventually arrived in Bangkok with the storm still in full swing. Predictably we were set upon by the tuk tuk drivers as we got off the bus, which quickly drove off before most of us had found the pile of our bags slowly absorbing a cascade of rainwater from a phonebooth roof. With only sketchy directions to the Icelanders' hotel and no sign of Khao San Road I latched onto a Japanese guy who seemed seasoned enough and we found our way to backpacker central. Khao San Road is notorious, infamous and hailed as the Western traveller's destination of choice in Bangkok and I was glad to have the opportunity to walk its length at 6am on a Sunday and get my bearings before the madness descended later in the day. I was rather disappointed to be honest, but being dangerously tired I ploughed on, found the Lucky House hotel and checked in to a double room with air con, hot shower, TV, wifi and fresh towels. Perfect. Not wanting to lose the day I sent a quick email to Charlie hoping he was still around and could show me the sights and then fell into bed for a power nap. What a long day.

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Day XXIII - XXIV: Sickness in SW Asia (Round Two!)

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This was worse than Singapore, so much worse. I was woken much earlier by the cramps than usual but this time there was an added sense of urgency - I have never been more glad of a private bathroom! The five metre dash game kept me occupied for about 4 hours, after which I was not only exhausted but also dangerously dehydrated. At 9am I attempted a walk to find water and a cup of tea, got as far as Mom's for a speedy facebook status update and then lost balance and had to ease my way back to bed. I lay there until checkout at midday, dreading the huge journey ahead of me to Bangkok that we'd booked the night before.

Walking out into the heat with my bag weighing heavy on weak shoulders was too much for my body to cope with, and I'm ashamed to say that halfway down the path to reception I was forced to use a wheelie bin as a giant sick-bowl. And then a drain. And then the reception bathroom. Charlie appeared late and confessed to having an upset stomach (though with his experiences in India he was better trained than I) and we instantly jumped to the conclusion that Mom had poisoned us. We made a point of telling them we were just fine when they asked as we passed, and Charlie led me stumbling through the forest to spend our last couple of hours on the posh beach. My drink order was fairly simple: one glass please, and directions to your nearest toilet. Both acquired, I set about making another Dioralyte cocktail which proved pointless moments later as I rushed through the bar at breakneck speeds.

I managed a distress call to Lucy via Skype between my shuttle runs and together we agreed that a 14hour bus to Bangkok wasn't a great plan. I headed back to the hotel and asked to cancel but it was too late and I lost my 650 baht. I did keep my boat transfer to the mainland though, and there we bumped into our Icelandic friends who had been up all night with food poisoning! Coincidence? No. Stupid rice.

The boat was tricky to manage on a wobbly stomach but I sensed that the worst was behind me and somehow made it onto the minibus transfer which I had understood would take me back to Krabi town so that I could find a bed to sleep it off. This wasn't the case and, long story short, I ended up miles out of town in the middle of an argument between Charlie and the greedy tour operator woman who was charging me another 150 baht for a taxi into town (despite the fact that I'd practically given her 650 baht, plus the 300 I'd paid to change the date of my bus). Eventually I'd had enough and coughed up the money, desperate to just get into bed. I was taken back to K Guest House where I knew I could get a more fancy room with air con and the all-important private bathroom. They seemed genuinely happy (and slightly concerned) to see me, and offered me a generous discount of 150 baht off the 650 baht room.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, and all I really remember after collapsing on the bed and setting the air con to 'arctic' is a couple of delirious phone calls to Lucy and being offered a taxi to the hospital by the guest house owner when I emerged to buy some water in the evening. Charlie and the Icelanders had carried on to Bangkok on the overnight bus, and I knew I had made the right decision to stay put.


The next morning started better, and I woke up to several supportive texts from Lucy, including the address for the hospital. I honestly don't know where I'd be without her! After getting up, the first test of the morning was to see if I could hold down fluids. Having successfully passed I made the wobbly walk up to the 7 eleven for water and then collapsed on the bed again. At 9am I ordered toast and took the malaria tablet I'd missed the night before. This was followed over the course of the day by most of my first aid kit, including paracetamol, ibuprofen and a probiotic multivitamin. I still didn't have the strength to face the bus, so I booked another night, handed over two kilos of laundry and walked to a payphone to change my ticket. When I got back I was happy to see that Doug was still here and we had a nice chat before the bus came to take him back to Hat Yai.

My afternoon was equally exciting, broken up only by a quick walk into town to buy postcards and a loaf of fruit bread to give me some much needed ballast and energy. A trip to the pharmacy restocked the rehydration sachets at 11p each, and after a couple of hours' WiFi access I headed back to bed and fell into an uninterrupted 9 hour sleep.

Don't eat the rice, folks.

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Day XXI - XXII: Railay Rocks!

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We bid a fond farewell to our hosts at K Guest House and set off for the pier after another hearty morning feast. The backpacks were like giant targets on our backs, and after three days of peace we were set upon once again by the local touts. A very pushy man in rather shady shades wanted to play hardball and ignored our attempts to brush him aside, going as far as walking us all the way down to the tourism/ticket office which really aggravated Charlie & I. We were only mildly embarrassed to be told that he was actually the boat captain, and we begrudgingly made our way to his dock wishing our money could go to someone with slightly better people skills!


After the standard Thai wait for the boat to fill up we sped down river to cross the sea over to Railay Beach. We had already seen much of the karst limestone landscape on the previous day's ride, but seeing it from the sea was twice as impressive. Huge cliffs and forests framed the Railay beaches and as we approached the rock climber inside me became very excited indeed! We paid the man his 150 baht fare and set about finding a bed. The list of hotels of the map didn't bode well for the budget, as almost every one ended with the word "resort". The nearest rooms to the boat started at 2800 baht (£62), a little more than our £20-a-day budget and a long way from the £5 we had been paying in Krabi town! After a fruitless walk along Railay West (the postcard beach, very pricey) we finally settled for the cheapest rooms available on the East side - 500 baht for a private bungalow with shared pool. Not bad, we thought, ignoring the warnings from the owner of the resort next door...


With half a day's budget blown we had a reasonably priced lunch and then headed up to the cliffs to check out the climbing scene, eager not to waste the afternoon wandering around. A half day beginner course was 800 baht, and Charlie signed himself up having never climbed before. Our attempts to convince Doug to have a go failed miserably and he instead volunteered to remain on the ground as photographer and cheerleader. There was no option for me to just climb (kind of tricky without a belay partner) so I bit the bullet and signed up too. I was very happy to discover that beyond the basics we were just there to climb, and having previous experience I was used as the demonstrator guinea pig for the lesson. Despite the heat the climbing was excellent and sufficiently challenging. Charlie struggled to find his technique at first and came close to hanging up his shoes in frustration but after being assured by the guide that these were beginner crags he carried on valiantly and did very well indeed. (As we were leaving I asked what grade the climbs had been and was told that they were all around a 6a/6b... Not exactly what we'd call beginner level back home!) I finished the 4 hour session with some leading to really wear myself out and then we walked down to the posh beach for a cool-down stroll in front of the sunset.


Doug had left us by this point, deciding he'd rather stay the night back on the mainland and not keen to join us for another day of climbing. So we sat down for a tasty dinner at Mom's Kitchen on Railay East, mainly to use the WiFi, and after a minor incident with Charlie showing his displeasure at the taste of his papaya lassi I made my excuses and went to bed. Walking past the closed pool after a day of physical exercise was too much temptation to resist, so I grabbed my swimshorts from the room and had a stealthy dip. Only once I returned did I realise that my bungalow had been double booked, and walking into the bathroom I was confronted by a GIANT cockroach. This thing was enormous, not quite Men In Black proportions but so fat that it didn't fit under a glass when I tried to evict it! I ran back into the room to grab the ashtray, the only other container large enough apart from the bin or a pillowcase, but when I returned it had disappeared. I searched everywhere, armed with the bidet hose, but there was no sign of it. Sleep was out of the question now, so I turned on the TV and watched Harry Potter on HBO. Over the next few hours I met giant ants, flying ants and inquisitive geckos. I have no idea how I slept for those three hours, especially on that excuse for a mattress, and to top it off I even woke up with bed bug bites.

Wednesday looked set to be a good day, the sun was shining and more importantly I was out of that god-foresaken bungalow! Quite why I'd agreed to pay for two nights is still beyond me, but nevertheless we had great plans today: deep water soloing.

Breakfast is rarely included in the room price in Thailand it seems, so without any cash tying us to our hotel we went back along to Mom's for some morning WiFi. We're still not sure what happened or what we said, but things turned nasty. Firstly, the lady tried to charge Charlie 50 baht for plugging in his laptop which prompted one of his frustrated rants about profit over service in Thailand. After this had been settled we then watched as three couples arrived and were served breakfast before us, and when the WiFi lady announced that it was turned off to allow the router to cool down we promptly left. Neither party was particularly impressed. We ended up back at our hotel and it was our best decision yet: 150 baht (seems like everything is that price) bought an all-you-can-eat buffet breakfast, including eggs, juice, cereal, tea and pancakes. We soon forgot about Mom's (for the time being).


Deep water soloing is essentially rock climbing over open water. You are taken to the rock face wearing nothing but swimshorts and climbing shoes and once you've hauled yourself onto the crag you climb as high or as wide as you can manage until you either fall off - or reach the top and jump off - into the sea. This was the reason I'd come to Krabi, and I'd booked us on a "sailing boat" for the day which would take us out to the cliffs for a few hours of climbing, snorkelling and a free lunch. At 1,000 baht it was expensive for Thailand but it was £20 I was eager to spend.

Alarm bells should have sounded when the man who took my money the previous day called himself Bang Bang, and when he didn't show up we thought nothing of it. There were four of us in total, Charlie, me and two Icelanders plus our driver, Mi (this got confusing). The rubber dinghy that was supposed to transport us from shore to boat broke down more times than I could count on my fingers, and Mi eventually accepted that Bang Bang hadn't left him enough fuel to make the 200m transfer and grabbed the paddle to make up the distance. We arrived at our "sailing boat" an hour later than the advised start time, and boarded a slightly shabby vessel that had probably not seen a sail on its mast since it arrived here. With a splutter Mi got the old engine started and we trundled off into the ocean.

It was a long journey, but well worth it for the views - please look up images of Railay to see what I'm on about, I'll add photos once my camera is back in service!

The climbing was fantastic, absolutely amazing. Without a dinghy to drop us at the foot of the sea cliffs we had to jump in and swim to the makeshift rope ladders and pull ourselves onto the rock. In most cases the ladder was the hardest part! I took the first fall, largely to boost my confidence, and it was a great feeling to be caught by the warm sea. Charlie was glad of his afternoon's intro to climbing, but we were both outstripped by the beefy Icelandic bloke who managed to reach dizzying heights without any visible effort. The jump was the most nerve wracking part, and our first was from about 30ft up. Peer pressure and a countdown in broken English from Mo were enough to make me take the leap, though I managed to wind myself in the process.

Lunch was a dodgy affair, and my request for a veggie meal had been politely ignored. Instead we were each presented with a lukewarm Styrofoam box containing a lump of chicken, fried onions and damp, sticky rice. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but we were all too hungry to think too much about the food and I filled up on rice and onions once I'd donated my chicken to the Icelanders.

The water was too murky for snorkeling, and after Malaysia I wasn't too bothered so we "sailed" around to another climb. This one was a bit of a beast and started with a huge ladder. I swam over for a go after watching Mr Icelander give up, and managed to ascend the ladder and another 20ft of rock before the jumping distance began to make my legs wobble! Despite the shouted encouragement from the boat I climbed down a few feet to find a suitable platform and stepped off, leaving my stomach behind!

Our journey back must have taken 3 hours. In true Bang Bang style the boat's engine coughed itself to a standstill on more than 5 occasions, and each time we watched as Mi jumped beneath the deck with a spanner between his teeth to provide a temporary fix. He did well, and I was relieved when he called in another boat to take us back to land.

Exhausted, Charlie & I headed back to Mom's for some dinner and I decided to clear the air and apologised (not sure what for, but it seemed to work). There was no trace of spit in my soup or coconut shake and we went back for an early night with a clear conscience. When I opened the bathroom door to find that Mr Cockroach's missus had moved in with us I was too tired to care and went to lie with the bed bugs.


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Day XIX - XX: Krabi Town

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Day XIX - XX: Krabi Town

The plan for Sunday was to get an early start, a decent breakfast and then rent a fleet of motorbikes to explore the area. We managed an early-ish breakfast, but then decided there was no harm in booking a second night in Krabi town and easing over to the rock climbing tomorrow. So we ended up having a rather lazy day, and I spent hours listening to Doug and Charlie talking passionately about astrophysics and physiotherapy (respectively), throwing in the odd comment of my own whenever I could relate the topic to Geography or retail management!

Our decision not to take the bikes out was vindicated by a loud rumble of thunder and the following downpour shortly after lunch. We were yet to leave the guest house and the staff seemed more than happy to accept more and more of our cash as we raided the drinks fridge and worked through the food menu. Afternoon naps, laundry and travel research were the theme for the rest of the day, though I did venture out to the evening market for veg fried rice and a banana pancake, all for £1.30. I finished the night with another lovely Skype chat with Lucy and went to bed.

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All in all, a rather dull day was had on Sunday - it was just what we needed.

We did better on Monday. Up early and well fed we headed down to one of the rental shops following advice from some fellow guests that it was the cheapest in town. It was unbelievably cheap, just 150 baht for a day's rental (£10 for 3 bikes!), with no requirement to return them refueled. Great news for me as I was given a bike with a full tank, but no such luck for the boys so our first stop was the local petrol station (no complaints there - a full tank cost just over 2 quid!).

We set off on our scooters looking awesome (even D with his hot pink ride), all with mismatched and ill-fitting helmets and armed with nothing but water and a dodgy, not-to-scale road map. We later discovered that the turning we had missed was just 10mins into the ride, but unaware of this at the time we drove for well over an hour along the Thai country roads and highways in search of the beach before stopping for a Coke and directions. No one spoke English of course, so we headed back the way we came and eventually started to pick up English signs to Ao Nang beach. I found it hard to believe that even with the breeze at 60km/h the sun still felt burning hot, and I made several stops to top up on suncream. Of course it had to be me that had the first bike drama, and midway through yet another unplanned U-turn I lost balance and dropped the bike on my bare leg. I got away with a few scrapes on my foot and a painful exhaust pipe burn below my shin, better than it could have been!


Another hour of driving and more poor directions brought us at last to Ao Nang, after a quick stop to investigate a roadside bird auction/competition (I wish I knew enough to elaborate!). Coming from the peaceful low season pace of Krabi town, arriving at tourist-packed Ao Nang was a bit of a shock for us all. Seeing the first shirtless European as we parked made up our minds that we wouldn't stay long (or ever return!) so we stopped for lunch and a round of mango smoothies at a beachside restaurant.

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My post-lunch swim in the (very salty) sea was cut short by the appearance of the only-too-familiar black clouds on the horizon. We made a run for the bikes after I'd washed off the salt in a hotel water feature and set off at speed, hoping we could stay ahead of the storm. We couldn't. Within 5 minutes the monsoon had reached biblical levels and with zero visibility we were forced off the road to shelter in a makeshift mechanic's garage. The rain fell for what seemed like hours, and we were incredibly touched when the garage owner brought us some chairs and a sliced up pineapple (the best I've ever tasted). Still wearing my damp swimshorts, I volunteered to make a dash for the minimart 200m down the road and came back, wading through ankle-high water, with Coke and a packet of choccy biscuits which I offered round the garage staff.

We pounced on the first lull in the storm and with a wave and a heartfelt bow to our hosts we hit the road once more, desperately trying to remember the directions back. The second deluge hit us on the outskirts of town, and C & I were so cold from the wet ride (C was the only one without a waterproof) that we ploughed on through the puddles and crazy traffic to the guesthouse. The guesthouse staff were highly amused to see us, three "farang" soaked to the skin and clearly in no mood to follow through with the plans to change accommodation for the night. We took our bags out of storage and booked a third night, this time Doug (very thoughtfully) booked himself into a room with private bathroom and hot shower which he offered to me and Charlie to warm up.

It rained all evening, but I made a dash for town in search of food and had a wonderful veggie pad thai followed by a 40p roadside pancake with banana and raisins :) An early bed was needed after a bath in aftersun - the ride had taken its toll in many ways! Tomorrow we would finally find the rocks that we came here to climb!


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Day XVIII: Bye Hat Yai

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I was woken up (with a slightly fuzzy head) simultaneously by the daily cramps and Charlie's banging on my door. I checked the clock to see if I'd missed my alarm and saw I still had an hour before our agreed meet-up at 9am - Charlie was still on Malay time. I let the other two head off in search of food without me while I pulled myself together and made a dash to the 7 eleven for water. I had read about Thai water brands before leaving the UK but still found it interesting seeing them all in the fridge - beer companies making drinking water (Chang and Singha) next to Nestle and half a dozen other brands. It took me a couple of minutes to decipher the text on the bottles and find the mineral water instead of the treated tap water and reverse osmosis water - both, I'm told, taste horrible and I'm not taking any water risks after mine and Lucy's holiday disaster in Fuerteventura!

The guys were still oblivious to their incorrect watches and wondered why everything was still closed, but we found a lovely little cafe for breakfast that was offering toast, eggs and coffee for 100 baht (a little over 2 quid) and sat down for a good chat about the previous evening and our plans for the day. Charlie and I were planning to grab a bus to Krabi, and Big D was just chilling out and enjoying Hat Yai for another day before working up to Bangkok and Cambodia.


Charlie found us a good deal on transport over to Krabi (350 baht for a 5-hour minibus trip), and happily Doug decided he'd like to come with us and see a new part of the country with new people. We packed up, spent a couple of hours lazing about town and then ended up back at the cafe for an early lunch before the 1230 bus. Sadly our order was stuck in a queue and we had no food by 1220, so we pleaded with the owner to bump our order up the priority list and asked for it to be put into takeaway containers for the journey. Very kindly she put a packed lunch together for us and we legged it down the strip to the pick up point just in time. The driver was not impressed by our little food package, and after doing a strange dance move holding his nose and wiggling his finger he made us scoff our big boxes of Pad Thai so save stinking out his bus. I almost cried, this was the best meal I had eaten since leaving home and here we were wolfing it down with no respect for the culinary expertise that had created it.


The bus was packed before we even attempted to find room for our backpacks, it was clear from all the parcels and boxes that the driver was earning cash on the side from a coast to coast courier service. Fair enough. It meant we were very cramped for the 3 hours until the first drop point, but with new friends to talk to our minds were happily preoccupied. Charlie has spent a lot of time exploring the philosophies of Buddhism along with his study of Eastern healing techniques and we spent most of the journey talking about life, bitching about the NHS and even attempting to work out what I should do for a career! Deep stuff, and it was great to have a skilled physio to talk to about my knee and my injuries from the xmas car accident. I'm now doing daily stretches, go me! Our lunch stop was brief but delicious, soybean pasty and sesame seed caramel bar for me, and a few more dodgy parcel drops later we arrived in Krabi town.


It's beautiful here, peaceful, quiet, calm. Not a tout, ladyboy or elephant in sight. We took a moment to bask in it and stretch the legs, grabbed a map and a coke from the tourism office and explored the streets for a crash pad. As a general rule, the first place you see that seems half decent is the place you will end up in, no matter how much shopping around you do. I'd ignored this principle to my cost on the Perhentians, and we proved it right once again when we settled for the K Guest House with a double room with fan and shared bathroom for 250 baht (about a fiver).

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Sure, we could've spent double for a pool and an extra walk away from town but we liked the mellow air of this place and I was won over straight away by the comedy signage:


Hungry, we had a stroll through the night food market and the fresh fruit stalls and then found ourselves on a floating restaurant - a fun experience, especially when the waves from a passing longboat rock the whole place for the first time and make you question how many beers you've had! Another language battle brought us more wonderful food and we ate in front of an impressive tropical storm over Krabi River. Bed should have followed our 7 eleven stop on the way back, but instead C & I stayed up until the wee hours discussing meditation retreats, travel, girls and pretty much everything in between. I feel very fortunate to have met these guys, something that would never have happened if I'd caught the bus!

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Day XVII (Part Two): Hat Yai, Border Town

Land of debauchery...

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I was drained. Physically, emotionally and financially drained. As I watched the sun set over Southern Thailand I finally accepted that I would be spending the night in Hat Yai, something I'd hoped to avoid based on the guidebooks and the FCO website! Before I could get worked up about being in the "land of debauchery" by myself at night, an American voice asked if I was getting off at Hat Yai. Doug is a fascinating man, a 64-year-old ex-pat with a handful of degrees, published papers and a Masters in astrophysics who now lives in Malaysia and lives one day at a time. I'd met him on one of his regular visa runs to Thailand, and after seeing my antics jumping off the train he must've assumed that I was just another British muppet and struck up a conversation. I must admit that in my fragile state and with darkness falling I was extremely sceptical about a strange man with no luggage approaching me and offering to take me for a drink in a town I'd not heard much good about! 40 minutes later, however, my gut told me this was a decent man and as a seasoned Hat Yai veteran he seemed my best bet at surviving the night.

When we arrived in Hat Yai we were bombarded with offers for taxis, hotels and 'bookings'. Doug had described only moments earlier how he had been offered a 'booking' on his first visit to the town and had ended up in a shady hotel having a line of girls paraded in front of him! So when I was asked "you wan bookin?" the alarm bells rang and I politely declined. On the platform I spotted another solo traveller that I'd noticed at the border who seemed rather travel savvy too so I approached him and asked where he was headed. When told me he was stopping for a night before going to Krabi for some rock climbing I laughed, barely 24 hours had passed without a travel companion yet here I was again with two new friends. Charlie had been travelling for a long while after leaving the NHS, and was touring the world and studying Eastern therapies to compliment his Western physio training in order to return and start his own practice. By the time we reached our hotel I was already in awe of the gentlemen in my company and felt extremely happy to be having intelligent conversations with people interested in more than booze and sunbathing. We each booked a fan room with a double bed, en suite bathroom and free towels (!) for 350 baht (less than 8 quid), dumped the bags and headed down the main strip into town.


Doug led the pack towards the neon lights of his favourite haunt, 'The Pubb', and we sat inside to order an early meal. As I consulted the meat-only menu a few things struck me about this part of Thailand that I hadn't expected. Firstly no one spoke English, not a word, so our orders were made through pointing at the menus and hpoing we'd pointed to the right word on the Thai translation. Secondly, there were girls everywhere (I use the term 'girls' very loosely here, and will continue to do so). For a smallish bar with just 3 customers inside, it seemed a little excessive to have 8 waitresses walking about in hotpants and waistcoats. The third striking thing, which I had been warned about (thanks Laurie) but still got screwed over by was that all ATM cashpoints charge 150 baht (over 3 quid) per withdrawal. Having not topped up my cash card with enough sterling to withdraw a huge amount of Thai cash this charge ended up equating to 10% of my withdrawal for the night which was really quite annoying! Top tip - stock up on cash from Malaysia or even pounds/dollars and exchange it when you get to Thailand!


The food arrived, and honestly my tomato spaghetti (literally the only veggie option available) was phenomenal. It was so good that I hadn't noticed a fourth person sat on our table - Doug had bought one of the 'waitresses' a drink and invited her to come and join us! Charlie and I exchanged a look and broke into a fit of laughter, this sly fox had clearly played the border town game before and we watched mesmerised as he worked his magic despite an almost impenetrable language barrier. We established that her name was Fon (meaning rain, apparently) and that she was from Northern Thailand but spoke no English (we did well). A live band started to set up on the stage and soon it was hard to hold even a normal conversation so Doug slipped Fon a few baht for her troubles and she left (after a few photos for the scrapbook of course). The band were excellent and the beers kept coming to the table, so soon I was merrily singing along and cheering at the end of each song. Doug then leant in and told C & I that we only had to pay for our food, all drinks were on him. Good man! He explained that there was method behind the madness (we'd already dubbed him Mr Method by this stage so weren't surprised), and said he would pay the full bill in front of the staff so that when he returned on his next visa run he would be remembered as the farang who paid his mates' 1,000 baht tab and may get some form of discount or preferential treatment. Genius. He was re-nicknamed Notorious D.O.U.G.

We went outside to allow the guys to have a cigarette or five, and ended up ordering more beers as we chatted to a couple of American teachers who had moved to Hat Yai and were loving every minute. It was very hard to see why this place was so misrepresented in the guide books. Now, I've not had many hallucinations in my short life, so after having stared at the logo on my bottle of Chang beer for nearly an hour I nearly had a fit when a man pulled into the parking space next to our table... on an elephant. We went mental, and before long we were feeding courgettes to this lovely animal and I gave it a big leathery hug. There are many pictures on various cameras of the night's events, this being from my phone at the moment we realised our elephant's love of nuts...


We needed some way of calming down after the nelly had left, and just then a man popped up on the mini stage outside with a guitar and a microphone and treated us to some karaoke tunes which D and I sang along to very loudly. I leant over to him and said "I'd love to get up there and have a jam", and being a bit of a legend he thrust a 20 baht note into my hand and told me to go for it. Beer fuelled and over confident I ran up to the stage, popped my cash into the tip bucket and asked if I could have a go. What followed was the worst singing of my life to Aerosmith's I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing which I really hope wasn't recorded, but then I hope I redeemed myself by taking the guitar and having a 10 minute open mic session fiddling about and ending with a duet to Another Brick in the Wall. More money was exchanged with the bar girls for bringing us another round, and then we turned in for the night.

So, lying here thinking about the night's events and my new friends I can't help but grin. Welcome to Thailand.

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