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| Mm |
Typing feels strange after not having sat at a computer for
two weeks or so.. it’s funny how things like writing or typing start to feel
strange when the habit’s taken away. Since my last post a lot has happened. We’ve
found a place to live for a while, managed to land ourselves jobs at a
beach-side bar/ guesthouse, discovered a lovely new community of people, aand
have had our motorbike stolen, after 3 days. But before Snookyville takes off,
we began Cambodia in Pnom Penh, the capital city.
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| Witnessing the dramatic fire in Pnom Penh.. |
We’d left Laos in a rush, a groggy head from a funny night
out (the poem describes it sufficiently), a long bus ride and a valium later we
arrived, 4 hours late, in Pnom Penh. It was funny going through immigration and
walked across ‘no mans land’, a huge strip of land between Cambodia and Laos,
that no one owns, walking across it was liberating. On the last couple of hours
of our bus journey the people on our bus were split in half, those going to
Siem Reap were told they’d have to wait another few hours before their bus was
due to arrive – getting anywhere in the dark isn’t fun, the hassle of tuk tuk
drivers, finding a hostel, settling down. We sighed in relief that we were
leaving first.
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| Bodhi Villa, Kampot |
Having a
good shower
in a
cement-room with a
big bed was such a luxury. Not having to
worry about cockroaches scuttling over your toes or popping up under the
sheets. We had dinner with our new mates, newly wed psytrance DJ’s from
Burmingham A and T. We all inhaled the slowness of P.P and crashed out after a
long day of travelling. The next day the others went off to the Killing Fields
and S21 but I’d felt once was enough, so went to run a few errands, getting
lost in the gridded map of the city to hunt down the Cambodian Red Cross,
effort. That night we all needed a bit of lightening up, so we checked out the
night life; from a yummy dinner, to a good drink to a fancy club (Pontoon, recommended
by lonely planet ;) ) we came out of it giggling but slightly disturbed. The
amount of prostitutes everywhere is shocking, most of them are so young and
pretty you wouldn’t think it, until she crawls slowly up an old white man’s
knee and proceeds to chat him up. After a conversation that neither understand
he pays the bill, takes her hand and drives away casually, with her on the back of his
motorbike. The ‘madame’ of them all walked around, giving sunflower seeds to
the girls that then gave them to the child beggars running around. It was
twisted how she looked after the scene yet it was the wrong one to be in. She
strolled over, massaged J’s head for $1, offered him a prostitute and after a polite refusal, walked
away with a smile. We wondered over to Pontoon, bodyguards lined the corridor,
checking for drugs, weapons and ‘pregnant women’, hm. The drinks were
expensive, old men and young girls swarmed, and the visuals on the wall kept
swirling. The vibe was strange and yawns contagious so we headed home.
The next
morning an odd series of events took place, on arrival at a nearby temple, J
and I’s heads floated and our eyes gazed at the carvings in the rock. We were
lead by an old Cambodian man into a little shrine room containing various Buddha’s
and paintings on the wall. Some still had their plastic wrappers on which
confused me a little. He began passing us incense, spraying water on our hands
and muttering silent prayers, as though a ritual had begun. The heat rose in
the little shrine and the smell of the incense made us light headed. It all
ended and then the twist came, he motioned over to the Buddha’s
hands for
money. I smirked and put a note into the charity
box. Hoping it wasn’t a lie to live up to the rare nickname ‘Scambodia’,
we wandered away, dazed by what had just happened. We walked along the river,
ate noodles and corn, drank ice coffee in plastic bags and watched the most bizarre
‘live aerobics’ right next to the road. We managed to find a riverside bar and
play a game on the fancy pool table with the shiny balls, our Canadian couple
met us for a Mexican dinner and it all ended sprawled on a sofa, after
attempting to explain (with diagrams), what
1 scoop of chocolate and
1
scoop of vanilla ice cream meant. It was finally ‘understood’ and of course
dessert was served,
2 scoops
vanilla, haha we tried.
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| Sihanoukville |
The next day we journeyed through busy, hot markets and
attempted to find the yoga centre that was closed. Tarantula’s and crickets were
being sold by the bag, with a pinch of salt and a dash of lime. Fruits were
abundant and women lounged next to their stalls in hammocks strung around
wooden beams. We had to get back to the guesthouse to move rooms, it felt like
constantly moving house. We laughed at the prospect of being together for a few
months, yet already moving houses in different countries within that time. We
walked passed the big ‘$2 English Breakfast! Free Coffee/ Tea’ sign, what a good
find. We decided we didn’t want to get stuck in one place for too long, it’s so
easy to do when travelling, the need for stability. So we bought a bus ticket
to Kampot to hit up ‘Bokor National Park’ and stay at an old time favorite ‘Bodhi
Villa’, we were splitting a gorgeous double room adorned with fairy lights, for
$2.50 each p/n. We spent the day lounging in the pool before catching our bus.
Within that time we witnessed a distressing scene between a drunk Frenchman and
the manager of the guesthouse. All you could really see was him shouting and
swearing as they calmly told him what he’d done wrong. It was embarrassing to
see that as another foreigner, it only takes a few cases to affect the image of
the masses. The bus ride was cramped and long, the hot air blowing in through
the windows was cooler and more efficient than the AC’s. Luckily Angry Birds
was the one thing that worked on our new (broken) tablet. We arrived 4 or more
hours late as expected, and settled in to the relaxed vibes. We entered into a
conversation at one point in the night, with a ‘local dealer’ from East London.
He told us stories of his 10 years in jail, his new start and ironically, his
flower business back home that funds his travels. He began speaking to us as a ‘Connoisseur
of Marijuana’, describing treatments, life-spans, effects, ladidadida. I zoned
out and wandered off until realizing it was time for bed.
Kampot’s a beautiful little French Colonial Town, with a
newly built, pristine highroad that leads directly to Bokor National Park. We’d
decided to rent a bike for the day, the prospect of having a smooth road
beneath us seemed inviting and the 2 hour ride was worth every minute. J was
ill before the ride, the wake-up alarm ‘Say My Name’ was stuck in my head and
it was hot. But the moment we got going everything was better. Pink, pungent
Bouganvillier lined the perfect road and the
bends in the road were fun to ride. We thought we were heading off to trek past
tigers and jungle, but our experience was rather surprising. We stopped off at
huge water towers, a few old buildings that had been destroyed with graffiti
and an ‘old casino’ over looking an expansive view of dense forest, sea and
sky.
We meditated on specific spots and created
visuals in the trees. A brand new Casino had just been built a few hundred
metres away, so we thought we’d check out our luck on a few arcade games, for
10 minutes or so? That 10 minutes turned into hours, as the rain began pouring
down and we realized we couldn’t ride our soaking bikes, so would just have to
stay. After losing $5 to 3 games and not understanding why, I walked away from
gambling and we ordered some of their extortionately priced food. We looked around and
laughed. It was such a tacky place, purple velvet, a million patterns on every
surface, over-dressed women and men, fancy dining room but
not fancy
food, the two best adjectives to destroy it would be fancy but fake. We
entertained ourselves by running through the dark corridors of this huge
casino, being watched at every turn by one of the many staff in the vicinity. A
funny Italian man with no shoes ran up to us, obviously stuck in the same
situation, jabbering on before running off again to have a 5 minute massage for
$1. The rain finally eased and we shivered back down the slippery road to check
out the local zoo, the sun was setting so we chose to skip it, raising our
eyebrows as our bike slowed down halfway back from the zoo. We rolled ourselves
over to a little wooden house, filled up our fuel tank and kept going, off to ‘The Rusty Keyhole’ for the ‘Best Ribs in Cambodia Award 2 years running’. We drove back along the
bridge, with the river flowing away from us, and the multicolored collection of clouds
spanning the sky. A few games of checkers and pool (with a blunt pool cue)
later we were battling the mosquito’s out of our net and falling asleep.
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| Jack being massaged in P.P by the madame |
The next morning a routine was established, breakfast, a
swim in the lake, a meditation, a spliff. We sat over the river on a few planks
of floating wood that had a table and a rubber ring on it to sit and eat breakfast. We booked
our ticket to Sihanoukville and got in another hot, sweaty bus with no air
flow, to finally arrive in stunning Snooky. It was full moon party soon so we thought about jumping aboard a boat to Koh Rong where it was all going down.. but the $20 put us off and the sea beckoned.We jumped in,
gasping at how warm the water was (33 degrees!), it was more refreshing to stand on the
beach. Exploring up and down the coast we bumped into our Canadians again,
laughing and settling on drinks that evening.
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| Another sticky bus ride |
The next day was supposed to be ‘Job
Hunt day’ but being offered a puff of a strangers spliff (this 64 year old
organic farmer from Tennessee that’s cycling around South East Asia alone – what
a story!) and making new friends just prioritized itself and the mission got
pushed back a
nother day. The following morning productivity
kicked in and we booked a boat cruise for $10 with our new mates, and got jobs
(with game faces
on). The full moon party was that evening so we hopped between a
live house DJ on our beach to the crazy, greasy, grime of
Serendipity – the party
beach. We had $2 fish n chips with another couple outside the notoriously cheap
hostel ‘Utopia’, and then we bumped into just about everyone who’d come this
route – Luang Prabang, Vang vieng and the 4000 island crew. We raved all night on
the beach and then jumped on a bike to get home. Halfway through our journey the
driver freaks out and the tuk-tuk in front of us stops. Around us are hundreds
of little shiny metal thumbtacks thrown across the road to burst tires (usually
a ploy for mugging people) so I stuffed my money and camera down my shorts and
walked over to the tuk-tuk with J that was taking us back instead – we arrived
safe and sound.. :p We’d danced with prostitutes, played pool with lady boys and
joked with drug dealers, it was all happening in Serendipity.
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| The ridiculous New Casino |
The boat cruise was a good idea to just
do something, it was
fun seeing cheetah fish and mermaiding around the ropes, it was nice to have a
few girls on the scene for a change. The best thing about travelling is meeting
up with friends and doing things doesn’t require
planning or
stress. It either
happens or it doesn’t – and it usually does. The Boat rocked over little waves
in the turquoise ocean, the colors here couldn’t be any more beautiful.
Emerald wooden boats over blue waters, green palm trees and fresh coconuts. It’s
like Google images topped off with the odd HD sunset, the colour scheme going from dark
purple to light orange/ pink across the sky. Various difficulties do exist in
paradise, lighting anything on the beach (the wind is not your friend), the
(sometimes) angry dogs, the sand flies, rubbish (that comes in the form of
nasty fishing hooks, the odd syringe and needle and plastic bags – mostly due
to the fisherman chucking out their waste) and power cuts (when the air’s still
and the fan isn’t working in bed, eek!) but besides that we’re in our element
here. You barely need any clothes or technology, the people we live and work
with are lovely, our room’s great, the sand squeeks, our job’s social and the rest of our day is appreciated instead of wasted. The only dramas that
have happened here so far is the other
huge
hostel on Serendipity 'Monkey Republic' being burnt down (burning the 3 adjacent shops in the
process) and our motorbike being stolen, so that’ll be $650 dollars to
replace..
There’s a Saturday night market here, where live music
(didgeridoo’s, latin singers, tribal drummers etc) play, food, jewels and
clothes are sold from little stalls and the bar’s in the corner. Everyone sat
on straw mats, watched the live music and inhaled the whisps of night air.
A& T had just been in a head on Tuk-Tuk collision so were a bit shaken up,
on our ride back we had 7 of us squashed in, and their expressions weren’t exactly at
ease. The next night at the psytrance rave they let loose a little and sat on
the beach watching the lightening storm move across the sky with
an open mind
and crazy visuals, while I crashed out in
our little room with a sore tummy.
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| TopCat! |
Night swimming here is incredible here, as the bio luminescent plankton are out. They glow because of a chemical reaction 'chemiluminescents' that is caused because of an oxidation reaction with the 'luciferins' that create the glow - it's magical. We waded through the water with
glowing bubbles appearing as we moved. You could make dragon balls, swords and swirly shapes,
swimming underwater was like being in space watching a million stars run past
you.. the vaist starry sky above us reflecting the vision. The light only travelled a short distance but other people were
experiencing the wander too, so all that could be seen was a dark head
floating eerily above the water. The paranoia of unknown sea creatures popping up
around us kicked in, so we jumped out of our transfixed gaze and onto land. A & T were
cozy for their last night in a mushroom
(bungalow’s shaped like shrooms) at ‘mushroom
point’ and we headed back to our place. Work was interesting the next day, meeting
a man that works with wormwood, a restricted product as of 2000, to brew his own absinthe and
go around selling it to bars/ people in the area. He told us about it’s
psychoactive and tummy healing properties. He was a
character, tall and lanky with tattoo’s, dark clothes and long black hair, but
he knew how to market his product! Our bar happily bought a bottle. We later
ran into our old French family member S and our Vang Vieng boys D & T, catching up on the last few weeks of
everyone’s adventures. Showing him the ropes and our favorite hang out spots,
dodging cockroaches on the sofa and passing out in a hammock... we had a good
evening.
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| A viewpoint in Kampot |
On our day off we rented a bike and headed into town,
panicking as the debit card was refused in all machines and realizing I was
trying to use one that I’d cancelled already. Duh. So we drove back and forth, got
money out eventually, explored the market, had a coconut sticky rice cake,
drank a cold ice coffee, did a bit of shopping and went to ‘TopCat Cinema’s’.
An incredible creation in which you pay $4 to have a private room with a flat
screen TV and a huge bed, the biggest selection of movies, series,
documentaries or play station games. Order your own pizza, crisps or drinks and
settle down for hours. We bought a bottle of wine, smoked a J and watched ‘Fear
and Loathing in Las Vegas’ and ‘The Truman Show’ happily until our time was up.
We enjoyed the AC, the cushions and the wine, appreciating the clean
environment. We’ve got in with our bosses, made some good new connections,explored the town and are completely in love. I don’t know how we’ll ever leave, we're in Stuckville, but no one's complaining..
Recipe of the day: Chicken Amok
http://www.bigoven.com/recipe/250266/chicken-amok
Kampot’s a beautiful little French Colonial Town, with a
newly built, pristine highroad that leads directly to Bokor National Park. We’d
decided to rent a bike for the day, the prospect of having a smooth road
beneath us seemed inviting and the 2 hour ride was worth every minute. J was
ill before the ride, the wake-up alarm ‘Say My Name’ was stuck in my head and
it was hot. But the moment we got going everything was better. Pink, pungent Bouganvillier lined the perfect road and the
bends in the road were fun to ride. We thought we were heading off to trek past
tigers and jungle, but our experience was rather surprising. We stopped off at
huge water towers, a few old buildings that had been destroyed with graffiti
and an ‘old casino’ over looking an expansive view of dense forest, sea and
sky. We meditated on specific spots and created
visuals in the trees. A brand new Casino had just been built a few hundred
metres away, so we thought we’d check out our luck on a few arcade games, for
10 minutes or so? That 10 minutes turned into hours, as the rain began pouring
down and we realized we couldn’t ride our soaking bikes, so would just have to
stay. After losing $5 to 3 games and not understanding why, I walked away from
gambling and we ordered some of their extortionately priced food. We looked around and
laughed. It was such a tacky place, purple velvet, a million patterns on every
surface, over-dressed women and men, fancy dining room but not fancy
food, the two best adjectives to destroy it would be fancy but fake. We
entertained ourselves by running through the dark corridors of this huge
casino, being watched at every turn by one of the many staff in the vicinity. A
funny Italian man with no shoes ran up to us, obviously stuck in the same
situation, jabbering on before running off again to have a 5 minute massage for
$1. The rain finally eased and we shivered back down the slippery road to check
out the local zoo, the sun was setting so we chose to skip it, raising our
eyebrows as our bike slowed down halfway back from the zoo. We rolled ourselves
over to a little wooden house, filled up our fuel tank and kept going, off to ‘The Rusty Keyhole’ for the ‘Best Ribs in Cambodia Award 2 years running’. We drove back along the
bridge, with the river flowing away from us, and the multicolored collection of clouds
spanning the sky. A few games of checkers and pool (with a blunt pool cue)
later we were battling the mosquito’s out of our net and falling asleep. 
There’s a Saturday night market here, where live music
(didgeridoo’s, latin singers, tribal drummers etc) play, food, jewels and
clothes are sold from little stalls and the bar’s in the corner. Everyone sat
on straw mats, watched the live music and inhaled the whisps of night air.
A& T had just been in a head on Tuk-Tuk collision so were a bit shaken up,
on our ride back we had 7 of us squashed in, and their expressions weren’t exactly at
ease. The next night at the psytrance rave they let loose a little and sat on
the beach watching the lightening storm move across the sky with an open mind
and crazy visuals, while I crashed out in
our little room with a sore tummy. 
Night swimming here is incredible here, as the bio luminescent plankton are out. They glow because of a chemical reaction 'chemiluminescents' that is caused because of an oxidation reaction with the 'luciferins' that create the glow - it's magical. We waded through the water with
glowing bubbles appearing as we moved. You could make dragon balls, swords and swirly shapes,
swimming underwater was like being in space watching a million stars run past
you.. the vaist starry sky above us reflecting the vision. The light only travelled a short distance but other people were
experiencing the wander too, so all that could be seen was a dark head
floating eerily above the water. The paranoia of unknown sea creatures popping up
around us kicked in, so we jumped out of our transfixed gaze and onto land. A & T were
cozy for their last night in a mushroom (bungalow’s shaped like shrooms) at ‘mushroom
point’ and we headed back to our place. Work was interesting the next day, meeting
a man that works with wormwood, a restricted product as of 2000, to brew his own absinthe and
go around selling it to bars/ people in the area. He told us about it’s
psychoactive and tummy healing properties. He was a
character, tall and lanky with tattoo’s, dark clothes and long black hair, but
he knew how to market his product! Our bar happily bought a bottle. We later
ran into our old French family member S and our Vang Vieng boys D & T, catching up on the last few weeks of
everyone’s adventures. Showing him the ropes and our favorite hang out spots,
dodging cockroaches on the sofa and passing out in a hammock... we had a good
evening. 
