Sihanoukville, Kampot and Ending Up Back in Phnom Penh

I wasn't feeling too good this morning so the boat ride back to the mainland wasn't too pleasant. At the entrance to the port I jumped in a tuk-tuk to the hostel. The driver said it would be $3, but I was pretty annoyed as it was only 2 minutes away, which I hadn't known. I had some food and a fresh coconut, sat on the balcony watching the world go by and then had an early night. The day after was equally uneventful. I had a wander around Sihanoukville, grabbed some food at the hostel and got chatting to a girl in the dorm who was working there. She invited me out with her friends, so we played some card games in the hostel and then went to the trashy beachfront bar scene. Most bars offer free shots, so people go down the row of bars doing the freebies, then end up at the final bar for cheap buckets.

I left the next morning for Kampot, a small riverside town surrounded by greenery. I didn't really do too much here, as was still not feeling great. On my second day I met a girl in the room and we went to the restaurant for food and bumped into a guy I'd been chatting to on the bus over. His friend had joined him so the 4 of us went to the rooftop bar and played some beer pong. I was actually pretty decent!

I'd wanted to go to some of the more rural parts of Vietnam but had to go back to Phnom Penh first. The guys were also going so we booked into the same hostel and met up there. The first night we played beer pong and flip cup at the bar and then joined the bar crawl. The DJ was apparently someone from The Prodigy. It was pretty crap.

Next morning we went for a walk along the riverfront and past the grand palace. Then went for a swim in the pool of another hostel. 38 degrees. Then we got talked into doing a booze cruise. Normally this would be my idea of a nightmare but it was actually good and I sat on the top deck with a really nice group of girls.  

The bus to the rural part of Cambodia I'd wanted to visit was full for the next 2 days and so was the hostel so I couldn't even wait it out. I decided to just go straight to Siem Reap. It was a painful 12 hours on a cramped bus. I was the only westerner there and so had no clue what was going on. The aisles were full of luggage and large packages, the air con didn't work and the guy next to me had a bag full of kippers. When I got off the bus at 10.30pm every tuk-tuk driver attacked me. I tried to walk past but some of them blocked my way. I got really angry. I walked to the hotel, cutting off my nose to spite my face. I was so tired when I arrived. I was crammed into a 4 bed dorm with no room to breathe. There was a guy on the top bunk next to me who just talked and talked at me and I really wasn't in the mood. He asked me how many people could fit in a tuk-tuk. I said most of them fit 6. Then he started going on that the answer was a little bit like the Buddhist thought of 'how much snow is on your mountain' and then rambing on about a load of shit. I got annoyed and bluntly said it wasn't like that at all. The answer is 6. So you'll be pleased to know that the weirdo stories are back over the next few blog posts. I did have a pretty good run of normality to be fair. Gotta be thankful for that.


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