I hung out with a group of 4 Estonians in Sihanoukville who were also going to Phnom Penh so we decided to meet up to do some sightseeing. They were carpooling in a taxi and I was going to take the bus which was only suppose to be a 3-4 hour bus ride. The thing that they forgot to tell me at the bus station was that they would be blaring Cambodian karaoke music the entire time and that the air conditioning wasn’t working. It was maybe 90 degrees outside and about 110 degrees inside the sauna on wheels. Even the climatized Cambodians, who wear long sleeve shirts and pants in the 90 degree heat and never sweat, were perspiring profusely. The bus driver was also driving rather unpredictably and even though it was pretty much on straight road, he would spend most of the time in the opposite lane passing cars, trucks, motorbikes, people, animals, and the occasional gaping hole in the road. So to add to the din and oppressive heat, we also had 3 people throw up on the bus due to the motion sickness brought on by the erratic driving. I promised myself to never again take a bus trip in Asia over 4 hours.
When I finally arrived in
Phnom Penh blue faced and dehydrated, I went to go check into my guesthouse along the river. I took a quick shower and grabbed some lunch in the restaurant on the first floor before meeting up with the Estonian group to go to the royal palace. Who should I run into while eating but another Estonian that I had met on the island tour in Sihanoukville about a week prior. For some reason Estonians’ seem to love Cambodia.
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Oh my gosh! I just saw your blog link on your facebook and being nosy I checked it out. TOO funny that you and I have our blogs set up EXACTLY the same way. Like same color scheme and everything?? I love your post. I heard this exact same tale from a gay guy i met from Montreal while on the excrutiating night bus from Hue to Hanoi. He was freaking out over the intense heat and lack of air conditioning and he even pointed out the aclimatized Cambodians were sweating it up too! oh my, SE Asian buses keep our lives exciting don't they? My bus to Hanoi ended up being some ghetto blackmarket bus stopping every ten mins to pick up sketchy parcels and sketchy people who slept in the isles...nutty. Anyway, have fun!
xo
Kristen
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