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Published: January 25th 2018
Day 14. Sihanoukville. Rest day.
Good breakfast with eastern and western choices before sauntering down the beach paddling in the sea. Walking on the waterbreak was good apart from the plastic and other rubbish dumped above the waterline and the sewage being drained into the sea making it unsuitable for swimming, although Alison did a quick splash. A drink part way back up the beach was followed by lunch at the Vegan cafe. I had bacon, egg and chips, swallowed down with a glass of beer. Sihanoukville is staffed by youths of all nationalities, Ukraine, French and Turks etc. The next job was to open my bike box and squeeze a few items into the tiny gaps to reduce my hand luggage weight and size. Good dinner of Chicken Amok at the La Luna on the seafront.
Off at 9am in the bus the following day to Phnom Penh. 11.45 stop for lunch at the best truckstop ever, which was extremely clean and good food. It even had a hi powered toilet hand drier. The journey was a bit tedious with all the towns and villages looking the same. Untidy and litter everywhere with little shacks and units selling everything from
food to tyres and motorbike shock absorbers. Phnom Penh was a nughtito get through and took 50 minutes from the airport on the outskirts, total gridlock. There are NO traffic lights and major intersections are controlled by about 3 policemen on each junction. Helmets on motorbikes are not used in the countryside and small towns and you even see kids of about 12 riding them with all their siblings on board. In the city they all wear them and at one junction there was a young girl approaching and the policeman jumped out and grabbed her and sent her off to another policeman in a cubicle to be fined. Eventually 5 1/2 hrs after leaving Sihanoukville we arrived at he Cardamom Hotel. Off to the central market again for some bargains. I bought two pairs of reading glasses for $9, genuine RayBans. I lost my original pair and lost a screw out of my spares so have been reading through lopsided specs for a day. We also went on to buy a shirt for Roger and was accosted by the young lady who sold me a shirt on our last visit. She recognised Roger as the man with the big
boobies when from when he tried on a shirt two weekS ago. I was wearing the shirt she sold me at that time and she said it looked that good that I was to stand by her stall as a model, so how could I resist buying another genuine Levis shirt for $6. She is now going to retire having made her fortune and I am going to stand in Fred Reid’s window. The meal tonight was the Last Supper so we went to a restaurant which is run by young men who were street children and which is a charity. Good Cambodian food again.
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