Month: August 2014

First impressions of Thailand:
The line to get you passport stamped is really long. I shouldn’t complain because I didn’t have to send away for/pay for a visa. But it was looooong.
The highways are nice and well-developed and OMG they drive of the wrong side of the road!
There was cow’s milk in my banana corada (sic). That’s it. I’m leaving.

Just now, leaving Batambang for Bangkok. Some reflections on Cambodia:
1) Every city I’ve been in is under construction. There are roadworks happening all over and buildings going up or being renovated. Big piles of dirt all over the place. As my tour guide reminds us: Cambodia is a young country, only 15 years since they’ve been without war. They are now able to grow.
2) All the children wave at us as we walk by, or pass in a tuk-tuk. Or visit a shop. Two adorable toddlers at the rice noodle making place yesterday were delighted to see us. Kids also wave from motorcycles as they pass our tuk-tuk. This makes me nervous as they should be using their hands to hold on to the parent/driver of the motorcycle. Few adults were helmets and no kids do.
3) More cars than in Vietnam: lots of Toyota Camrys.

In Batambang, Cambodia for a little less than 24 hours. Tomorrow will be the trip to Thailand. And the flying home the day after that!

Batambang is cooler than anywhere else we’ve been. As context, I’ve worn the same outfit all day instead of having to change due to clothes being drenched in sweat. Also, Julie and I have had out air conditioning going full blast is every hotel we’ve been in, but I got back to the room today and it seemed a little too cool. We were met with a downpour as we made our way from lunch to our hotel, so that may have cooled things.

Tuk-tuk tour of Batambang.
We visited rice paper making place, bamboo steamed rice making place (yum), rice noodle making place. Drove by the fish paste making place. Took a ride on the bamboo train, which is something a tourist is obligated to do here. The bamboo train is a platform made of bamboo, with wheels from American tanks, and a motorcycle motor. We sat on the platform on a banana leaf mat and small cushions, and a driver raced us through the wilderness… untill we’d come across another car coming the other direction, at which time we’d disembark so our driver could disassemble our car to let the other go by. We had to do this a few times on the way out: the ultimate destination was a village of children trying to sell us bracelets and drinks.

The ride back was quicker, as we only had to stop once to do the car-switch. On the way there it was three or four times.

The bamboo train won’t last much longer. It is based on the disused tracks p from the old Cambodian train system, and this is going to be rebuilt starting within the next couple of years.

Recipe for bamboo sticky rice: put sticky rice, coconut milk, beans in bamboo pipe. Cook in fire for an hour. Peel bamboo away. Eat delicious sticky rice. (There are a few details I missed as I was consuming a sample while our guide spoke.)

Yesterday and today was the Angkor Wat complex, including the Angkor Wat temple and a whole bunch of other old temples.

My camera battery ran out just as we entered the big show – Angkor Wat so that made me a bit grumpy. But I pulled out my phone! So I’ve been able to dump a bunch up on to Facebook (ahead of getting home and going through all the photos from my camera)

Visiting the temples was interesting. The are all old and in ruins. All very well maintained and organized for tourists, though. The best (worst?) part was climbing horribly steep steps to get to the top of the ruins. Most had wooden ones constructed over top of the ancient ones. The first temple we went to, however, did not. (I’ll find the name of the one later..). The original steps are shallow, and about 2 feet high? (Julie- confirm if you read this!) (EDIT: Julie says they were three feet high! And there were huge spiders chasing us!) (EDIT 2: Julie didn’t really say that: the stairs came up to about her knee, maybe a foot and a half). So I climbed up like a monkey, using my hands. And on the way down I cried a bit, and sat on each step. OK -I was able to step down after the first couple, but I had to scootch myself to the edge of the first. These stairs are very steep.

There were some amazing story-telling carvings, which I like but didn’t have enough time to study thoroughly. They are the stories of the gods (Hindu and Buddhist) and I’m not familiar with any of them. But this was a good introduction.

The pictures tell a better story than my words. I’ll post some at a later date. (Hopefully I will be able to remember which ruins is which. I saw quite a few.)