Q. How many
people can you fit on a moped?
A. 5: One driver.
Two other adults. One baby stood up between the two adults. One toddler sat on
the handle bars.
Welcome to
Cambodia.
They will quite
literally put anything on a moped.
We arrived in Phnom
Penh (PP), the capital, after flying from KL with the intention of looping
round and up through Vietnam and Laos before meeting up with P Money in
Bangkok. We collected our bags which were literally the world’s wettest items
as some Malaysian spazlord had left them out on the runway I guess when a
monsoon hit and delayed our flight!
Our first cab
ride through the city during rush hour taught us an unbelievable amount about
the traffic laws in this country, primarily that there are no traffic laws in
this country.
When you are sat
in a cue of traffic, you have a number of options. Either wait in the traffic
like a sensible, normal human being, (ultimately that is a mugs game); or drive
on the opposite side of the road in to head on traffic. You can also opt to
mount the pavement and weave between ordinary pedestrians.
Junctions are
quite probably the biggest joke going as they are a free-for-all of mopeds and
tuk-tuks barging, undercutting and generally being unsafe. Quite literally
mental! (Obviously not actually “literally” but people say “literally” all the
time now.)
It is well documented
that shooting guns in Cambodia is readily accessible and offers the westerner
with enough dollar to shoot chickens with an AK47 or fire an RPG at a cow. I didn’t
really fancy this, maybe I’m going soft; so instead we just fired rifles and
machine guns at coconuts.
On the way there
our tuk-tuk driver nearly plowed into a 3 year who as just going about her
business playing in a mound of gravel!
Also during our
stay in PP we went to see an animal sanctuary, this included tigers, leopards,
lions, bears, elephants etc. Jack though this was a brilliant trip, I thought
it was a shit zoo. After much consideration I have actually decided that this
was in fact… a shit zoo and I’m ashamed that I ever doubted myself over it.
The tour guide
for the trip just felt dodgy, we can’t put our finger on why but just something
about him. He was Dutch but moved to Cambodia after meeting his now wife on the
exact same tour 2 years previous. He had a cloth water bottle holder/handbag.
He had a very odd handshake come greeting. Also there was a child knocking
around that wasn’t his and Jack thinks he was a bit paedo-ish with it, I didn’t
see it that way myself but Jack says there is a limit to how much you can
interact with a child, and he was on it. He was alright though.
We went to a market
to get some ridiculously cheap but pretty good fakes. Yes the fakes were good
but this was so overlooked due to the incredible smell. And by incredible I
mean horrendous!
Imagine this
combination. Piles of pale meat covered in flies, old women cutting out fish
guts on the floor, open sewage drains and for garnish, tones of incense. I
actually though I was going to be sick on some little Cambodian birds head when
I got penned into a narrow alley way. Still we did get to the best name for a
shop I’ve ever seen!
I will say that
we had one of the best meals we have had travelling. It was local Cambodian
food (which is pretty good in general, although a lot of it tastes like Sambuca)
cooked and served by disadvantaged Cambodian youngsters training to work in the
hotel industry. Lush and morally satisfying.
The final trip
for us on our tour of PP was to see the Killing Fields and a quad bike drive
round some poor villages. The Killing Fields were, I’m sorry to say, pretty
dull. I mean it was unlikely to be a barrel of laughs anyway but tbh; cba
Just so you’re
aware, the Killing Fields are a site where the evil dictator Pol Pot killed
some of the 25% of all Cambodians alive during the late 70’s.
The Quad bikes
however, were awesome. We headed through remote little villages with kids just
running around waving and the like. I managed to get this picture which could
be on the front of National Geographic or some shit, just Saiyan. I was so
surprised to see that Cambodia kids are well happy, they bloody love it.
We got really
muddy and had a short stint driving on the main roads of PP, after all that
noticing how dangerous it was… I shat myself.
The next stop was
to head to Sihanoukville, a coastal town that was supposed to be good. About 4
hours away and we were feeling flash so we got a taxi the whole way. It cost
about $50 (£30). Oh yeah I forgot to mention that the currency in Cambodia is
Riels and you get 6000 to the quid; but actually everything is paid in US
dollars, even the VISA. Anything less than $1 is in Riels so you basically end
up carrying around two different currencies, slightly bizarre.
Anyhow in Snooky
we basically just went to the beach and drank in the evening, nothing too
interesting.
At the beach I
got approached by a vendor selling bracelets:
“You want to buy
bracelet?” he asked firmly
“no” I replied
calmly
“you want play
game?”
“what?”
“you want play
noughts crosses?”
“no”
“you want buy
bracelet?”
“no”
“yes”
“no”
“yes”
“no”
This went on for
at least 3 minutes I’m not even exaggerating”
I finally said
“no, no, no, no, no”
The vendor cocked
his arm and squared up to me as I sat in a deck chair, I looked at him
perplexed.
He then drew his
thumb across his neck saying “I kill you!” before he walked off to his next
victim.
I would estimate
that the vendor was 8 years old, maybe 9, not sure. LAD
Drinking included
beers for 60p or less and vodka cokes for about £1.50. This led to Jack losing
his iPhone. We are not sure of the exact moment when; but I think it was when
this happened:
It also led to
the inadvertent texting of Jack’s dad:
And it led to
bumping into Catrin from Uni who I promised would get a shout out, so here it
is.
The bars were
cool and had some different features like puppies and kittens walking about on
bars looking bewildered.
I really liked
Cambodia, and here’s another typical video to highlight some highlights that
you may or may not want to watch. Key an eye out for a high 5 fail, completely embarrassing.
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