Sunday, December 6, 2009
Made it to Siem Reap just fine. Someone told me that there would be a lot of paperwork to get a Cambodian visa. They were right. A very odd system they have, of passing the passport down the line, about ten people look at it and you pick it up at the other end. I suppose its a make-work project, but everyone's got to eat.
OK, so I made my way out of the pleasant airport, where my driver/guide was supposed to meet me. "Has anyone seen Mr. Sophrarhat"? I asked in my best Khmer accent (yeah right).
"Te," the answer, the Khmer word for no.
I did not expect this adventure to start so soon.
I tried calling Mr. Sophrarhat, but was unable to get the phone to work. So, I waited. And waited.
Finally, I decided to arrange my own transportation -- what the heck, its only US $2 to my resort.
Nit, the driver, walked up and grabbed one of my bags. "Follow me, suh," and we went past the cabs...
and past the tuk tuks...
and past the motos..
wait a minute, there only motorcycles out here! Two-wheeled motorcycles! What does this mean?!
"Here we arhh, suhh, please to get on?"
Gulp.
Well, heck, I came to Cambodia for adventure, so here's the cosmic surprise. I strapped on my backpack, Nit stored my Bishop O'Dowd bag, and off we went into Siem Reap on a motorcycle. Interesting that they make the drivers wear helmets, but nothing for the passengers...
Well, I'm still here to write about it, and it was a great adventure indeed. I took video of the entire trip, and will post when I condense it down a bit.
Ironically, when I finally got back on my own two feet, I promptly took a header, tripping over the raised threshold of the resort's lobby.
Born to be Wild...
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