Cambodia, Rickshaws and Tuk Tuks

Made it to Cambodia Dad, 

So this morning we woke up at the border. When I say border I mean the ship stopped between two flag poles spaced about two meters apart. I therefore decided we were in international waters, and I was at that moment definitely a pirate! 

We spent the whole day sailing, which was cool. The Cambodian landscape was different to Vietnam. So much more of it was just empty, with no sign of life.

Some of the women decided we should do some stretching exercises, so I of course joined in. It was pretty funny.

The afternoon was spent reading the sequel to the book I read yesterday and laying in the sun. 

We arrived into Phnom Penh late afternoon, and the group was escorted off the boat to a rickshaw waiting for each of us. We were taken on a tour of the city, which was eye opening. The traffic in these cities is amazing to watch, but when you are in the thick of it, with no control, and nothing to protect you, it is a little daunting. The man cycling my rickshaw looked about seventy, with no teeth and his shirt buttoned up wrong. But he did his best to provide me with some commentary along the way. 

Very suddenly, the wind picked up and the sky rolled in. People were running from the water front and grabbing everything they were trying to sell by the road side. Mopeds came flying out from everywhere. The sky turned black. We all prepared to be caught in a horrific downpour, but we somehow managed to avoid it. I could tell it was raining either side of us, and the wind was so strong a huge branch fell from a palm tree. I figured the wind would blow the strom in, but somehow we were spared. 

From the rickshaws we boarded a tuk tuk. It was taking us to what they call a ‘home stay’. We went to a family home, who cooked a local meal for all of us. After we rode out of the centre, over a bridge and through what looked a little like a slum we arrived at this house down a back alley.

It was great Dad, the whole family live in one home, grandparents, all of their children and partners and their children.  In all this family had 30 people in it; with only five bedrooms. The food was great, surprisingly so really. We could not eat it all, and there were 27 of us. We were all outside on a long table with the older children serving us drinks and practicing their English. 

After dinner the youngest children put on a party. The down stairs room (which was set up as a lounge with a bed in it) suddenly had music and disco lights streaming out of it. It was funny, the kids were trying to copy us dancing like lunatics. 

One thing did stop me in my tracks though. The next song one of the kids put on was crazy frog. It reminded me of your damn ringtone i always had to try and set for you everytime you destroyed a phone and needed a new one. Don’t think I have heard that since your phone used to ring constantly. After a second or two it just made me laugh. Stupid frog. 

Back on the ship to be greeted with a freezing cold shower! This afternoon it would have been lovely, but after all the rickshaws and tuk tuks I was filthy! A warm shower to clear the grime would have been nice. 

Oh well. Early night tonight for a busy day tomorrow!

Night Dad x


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