Angkor Wat

Arriving to Siem Reap from Phnom Penh by bus was comparable to travelling in North India; on the stops you could buy deep fried spiders and crickets double the size they are in Europe - if at all they live there. On arrival rickshaw drivers almost broke the bus window to be the first choice. Luckily we organized a room from Phnom Penh with a pick-up from the bus, so we thought and let the only driver with the business card with the name of our guesthouse to take us. We did not drive long when we understood that we are victims of an obvious scam; if you do not commit for a whole day ride the following day to visit temples, the ride is not free to the guesthouse. This made it clear that we are sitting on the wrong vehicle and after some fuss we got on two motorbike taxis and arrived to our planned destination.

The same evening we went on a sunset watch trip to Prasat Trapeang Ropou and observed that the best way for us to discover the ruins will be on bicycle. Tomek came up with the idea that the following morning we should start at 4 am in order to be the first to arrive to the main temple of Angkor Wat and see it in the rising sun. After a one hour ride in pitch dark we arrived together with hoards of toursist, none on such a sporty vechicle though... Newertheless the temple was mesmerizing as the first rays of sun gave color to the ancient stones. We were among the first to enter the center piece of the temple, which was hypnotic in its silent peace. We continued our discovery on the so called "small loop", which is a 17 km circle passing by the most important ruins: Angkor Thom with the Bayon, the Terrace of Elephants, Ta Prohm. By 1 pm we felt totally wretced and decided to pedal back to Siem Reap.

On the next day we rented a moto rickshaw to visit Kbal Spean and Banteay Srei, a good 60 km return trip mostly on dirt roads full of red dust - and of course some tropical rain. To visit the Thousand Lingas, the phallic symbols of fertility in Kbal Spean you should trek an hour and a half in the jungle. The Citadel of Women, Banteay Srey on the contrary is a very easy access. Though it is small and the last temple we visited it could still surprise us with its distinctive carvings and structure.

To finish our trip we settled in a Sports Bar to watch how the Poles perform in F1 and the European Soccer Championship. At 3.30 in the morning we had a romantic walk to our guesthouse to have a blink of sleep before we depart to Bangkok at 7 am. With the hope to have a tight sleep on the bus we placed our hopes in the driver - not for long. After 1 hour of sitting on top of our backpacks in a totally crowded and hot bus the driver entered to a shouting competition with one of the passengers and started the engine only after making sure he is expelled from the trip. The road is less thatn 200 km to the border, but it took us 6 hours, just to learn that we are not going to make it through the border. Visa on arrival is not available contrary to the information we gathered previously, so the devil was laughing at us having another 6 hours in front of us back to Siem Reap. Besides the obvious pain we felt about this mess we were about to miss our next day flight from Bangkok to Myanmar. I will not enter into all the details of finding the way to fly to Bangkok, but for certain if one thing goes wrong there will be as many following it as it is possible. Only the departure tax we had to pay per person at the airport was double the price we paid for the bus to Bangkok, but the airport in Siem Reap is tip top - no doubt. Arriving to Bangkok, rushing through our To Do list gave us another 4 hours to sleep before we headed back to the airport to fly out to Yangon.

Southern Coast

We left Phnom Penh on a motorbike though we were really reluctant how is it going to be to ride a dirt road motorbike (no others seem to be available for rental). Since neither me nor Rita has ever sat on such a bike we had our concerns (mentioning the fact that we do not have a driving license for motorbikes should excuse our shyness). The rental agency guy sensed our reluctance and offered to teach us how to ride a bike in case we do not know how to do it - no problem just pay for the bike and off you go :) - it does not make you feel to confident about the skills of other participants of the traffic...

Anyway we decided to make life a bit more challenging and rented one bike instead of two - I became the lucky one to be the first to get the responsibility for acting us the "driver". We have not made more than 500 meters when on the first traffic lights Rita made me cross the red lights since as she put it "all the locals do it so I should not obstruct the traffic flow". A moment later we got stopped by the police and my driving license (for the car of course) got confiscated and a certain ransom was communicated to me...

Our trip all in all was a success - we enjoyed the south as it somehow felt it was just left to us (pretty much everyone else visiting Cambodia must have traveled to the north I guess). We have visited sleepy Kampot where we found the house in which my father used to live, forgotten Kep where we met the first real Hungarian during our trip (who has just opened a great Hungarian restaurant called Eldorado), went to Bokor Hill where we saw destruction and beauty of the nature in one and chilled on the beaches of premier beach resort in Cambodia - Sihanoukville. All in the span of five days.


There was something fascinating in each of the places - Kep because it could be a very successful resort town but there are so far no tourists there. We also had a great dinner there - eat a huge crab - our business with eating this beast took us two hours.

Bokor Hill due to the destruction of what used to be a beautiful hill station with a casino and a hilarious road there and in the end Sihanoukville with great accommodation and nice beaches. To Sihanoukville I arrived sitting on the back of the bike - Rita made the whole 150km trip. My task included finding a bungalow for us - so we safely arrived, I went into a hotel to check our place while Rita stayed sitting on bike - when I came back I found her right at the moment when she was falling together with the bike - Murphy's law I guess :) - she is alright so no needs to worry...

The road to the south was much more easy that we suspected - although we got lost since there are not too many signs on the roads we also managed to see beautiful country side, establish that 4-5pm is not the best time to be on the road since the cows, buffaloes and kids from school are heading home...and practice riding in torrential rain (you do not get cold since the temperature anyway does not drop below 30 degrees).

We got back to Phnom Penh where we made a fatal mistake as to what concerns visa issues...

Phnom Penh

Arriving to the capital of Cambodia was a little bit like landing in Bangkok; another surprise, especially considering what nightmare this country went through not that long ago. First of all it is huge, you can drive for hours and still not reach your destination and it is very nicely resaturated. Funny though that instead of names the streets have numbers, but actually I liked it this way; very logical and almost totally apolitical - save the Mao Tse Tung Boulevard :) To be fair, the country is very far from anything like communism, the competition created an excellent value for your money, much less "copy pasting" in business and no price cartels at all, unlike in Laos. So we like the place.

After squatting at the budget travelers hot spot on Street Nr. 93 at the Lake Side we started out with the Royal Palace, which is a real beauty. Nicely renovated with manicured gardens it is the sister of the one in Bangkok, but somehow more serene and peaceful - maybe because there are hardly any tourists. The next day we rented a motorbike and immersed in the local traffic, which bears the same traffic characteristics as any of the other SEA countries we visited so far; if I will not lose my sense of humor I will compose a post about the "Alternative Traffic Rules in Asia".

But anyway, the driving was not more chaotic than before, except that we did not have a real map and the signs are really really poor. After driving an extra 10 km finally we found the Museum of Killing Fields, which is a terribly sad memorial of something similar to what happened in Europe under the Nazis. Except that this outrageous mass crime was committed within one nation, not even between ethnic groups, but grotesquely the "New People" against the "Old People". (Old People stood for everybody without discrimination who lived in a city and/or was considered part of the intelligentsia, the New People meant everybody, who lived in the countryside and was basically illiterate) The referred museum is built on mass graves, prison and forced labor camp - one out of hundreds throughout the the country with a tower like pagoda filled with the bones and clothes of the deceased. If you want to know more about the Red Khmers and this part of Cambodia's history, there is a museum in Phnom Penh about the period in a former school, which the Red Khmers used as their torturing and exterminating institution. We rather choose to see a documentary film, "Death and Rebirth" in the Meta House made by former East German film makers in the beginning of 80's - not totally free from socialist propaganda, but still extremely informative about the happenings in Cambodia under the Pol Pot regime.

Though before you rush to participate a program in Meta House I would like to warn you, that there is a probability, that something similar will happen to you, too: half an hour after the advertised starting time one of the organizers stood up to announce, that she is terribly sorry, but she does not have the film. A second later it turnes out that the film in question supposed to be shot the day before; after some confusion it turns out that the organizer does not know what the day is and finally relieves everybody with a cute laughter that everything is all right, she thought it was Sunday, though it is Saturday, the film will be soon shown. Until another half an hour passes and she makes another announcement that no one finds the DVD in question. By this time half the audience leaves, luckily we entertain ourselves respectively with a gin and tonic and beer, undisturbed by these events and about two hours later to our greatest surprise the planned film began.... Now had I done something so silly it would not have been a great surprise, but this was a lady in her late 60's, obviously the director of the institution. :)

As our last program in Phnom Penh we visited the former Russian Market, where some years ago you could buy hash or for the more aggressive a Kalashnikov. Today the range of choice is equally wide, though illegal in a different, somewhat more sophisticated way: you can acquire any of the latest softwares for as much as 2 USD and on the next stand you can choose from pig's ear and Khmer antiques....

Mekong Delta

We have learned a bit on our past adventures with crossing the borders (remember our crossing to Nepal and horse carriage?) and decided to buy two day tour from Saigon to Phnom Pehn through the Mekong Delta. It cost next to nothing and we assumed it will save us a lot of hassle.

The first day of our trip was relatively easy going - we were on the bus most of the time but also visited a floating market where you can buy wholesale and retail quantities of fruits and vegetables straight from the boats...in other words you are on a boat in the middle of the river and trade with other boats also floating in the middle of the river. We have also seen how all kinds of coconut candies are made, sort of popcorn from rice in local villages etc.

We spent the night in a rather grim town next to the Cambodian border, Chou Doc - the next day we had a very early wake-up and right after a light breakfast were taken to a boat as we were to arrive to Phnom Pehn by boat. Obviously not on a luxurious Caribbean line cruiser but on something but floats. On the way we visited very interesting floating fish farms - houses under which fish are being held so to say and a Cham minority village where Muslim population lives. Almost each of those houses had a satellite TV although otherwise they were very poor. As we have learned the satellite TV's are being subsidized by the Vietnamese government as a contraceptive. There are two reasons for it - people watch TV instead of having sex and the second that TV takes space so on small boats there is less space for kids...Supposedly it is effective.

Now, the trip was supposed to be quite smooth and fast - it did prove smooth but definitely not fast. We spend four hours on the first boat cruising pleasurably through the Mekong Delta - it was great although the sun was really strong. We then arrived on the boarder in a middle of nowhere, had lunch and crossed it on foot. On the Cambodian side another boat was waiting for us - we assumed that it will be a quick ride but it took another 3 hours plus around two hours with a bus to our final destination in Phnom Pehn. During the second boat trip at some point the air stopped moving and it became so hot we could barely stand it - of course right the movement we were to disembark it started to rain...

Phnom Pehn was a shock to us with lots of nice buildings, clean streets and a western look - we did not have expectations as we knew that they started from zero in the beginning of nineties. We went to the tourist ghetto for budget travellers called Lake Side were we found nice accommodation right next to lake for 4 USD (for one or two USD more you can have a room with TV). Of course, if you wish you can have a room for 200 USD as lots of new hotels have been lately constructed.

For the rest of Cambodia we decided to follow the steps of Tomek's father who was stationed in Cambodia with the United Nations in the beginning of the nineties.