and Arrival guys out and tell me which is closed for visa have to go back on Monday, in fact, the time displayed by the door means closing at 15, twenty minutes ago.
I pretend not to understand and slipping inside I see there are still two people, I pitted and smashed the glass door with a face like a puppy and ask the nice lady fool if I can still make a request, she looks at me rather puzzled but finally smiles at me and extends the request.
After 1 minute I leave them all and thank you.
Ends in 5 days, three-month tourist visa free ... because you did not also from Laos??
Because you're an idiot! all smiles before the two funny guys step entry with receipt in hand, I fondly blows J .
PP Well I leave, I can not stay another day and decide to go to the coast, Sihanoukville to be exact, a few days of peace and sea.
The next day, soak the zainone the guest house and leave with ino, beautiful, light, a little 'dirty to be honest. arriving at the city and I do roam to the coast a few miles from there, the town seems pretty run-down, as we move the kid driver begins to hotels and resorts offer me, I make him understand that they are green and I do see some gh around, we find a rather nice, I would say a lot, run by Australian children with perennial bright eyes, I go for this.
Bella, with new ca mere spacious veranda, bathroom, TV and free wi fi , a sort of residence with a birth green in the middle and 200 mt from the sea, the price is $ 7 but being low season and keeping my face to give me penniless for 4, australiesi.
There are more beaches in the area, some to privatized resort and all reachable only by motorcycle or tuc tuc (again rather insistent), but I'll think then, when are only interested in bbq on the beach, fish, vegetable platter of ... finally!
early the next day I head out to sea and disappear after a short walk of the facilities, there are only trees and vegetation, the beaches are not clean and some 'neglected To tell the truth but that's okay, I smear the sun and I enjoy a little 'sea rather clean the bathroom first in the Gulf of Thailand, only presence of the sellers of prawns, squid and so wrapped up with a cloth armor to protect from the sun ... Asian!
As expected a few hours after a storm breaks out, unfortunately the season and in fact there are few foreign tourists, only locals who are bathing suits! They always have been.
sadly I'll be back in the room and I notice something strange on the bed near the wall looks like a line of ants, I turn around looking at walls and roof, and look better ... Ticks are!
YET??
I call the boys gh incredulous that begin to apologize to me, is the first time that such a thing happens and now I can explain why, yesterday, the room was occupied by a gentleman with a dog that was probably the healthy carrier.
In fact, look good and from my extensive experience in the field confirm the theory, are big fans of mine and I have not touched even though we slept last night.
are many, everywhere, nor I've seen.
Embarrassed give me another room, more than double ration of water, soap and brushes his teeth, a good supply for the trip I would say J .
time no respite from rains every day a few hours of sun, sea nothing short but chilling and food, not bad though, except for my shoes purchased in Chang Mai, I was abandoned and slippers have become rather uncomfortable and painful, I tried to buy the local market and even went into some shops but the search was pretty fruitless, there are European sizes only Cambodian, max 42 L .
After my vacation I get PP pretend for one night, I take the passport with a bell'adesivo period of three months and decide to go to the border with Thailand via Bottambang.
The bus is rather heavy, full to tell the truth, comes last, and placed me next to Monaco.
After a while, 'we begin to talk, even if his English is really poor, and to say ... I
have 8 years he is in a monastery and is the oldest of her small community, he explains that he studied so much, even English, but has never managed to learn it, too lazy ... and it confirms the fact he does not know anything for countries outside of Asia, that their existence! Such as Italy.
me explain a bit 'as a function of life in a monastery and I wonder why Monaco is a long time despite not having the "vocation" (Buddhists in Asia when they have finished their studies have an obligation to one year in a monastery, a year from Monaco ... which I find very interesting and useful!), tells me that coming from a poor family and not having a job is the only way to survive without losing "broken", even if short is willing to leave and pursue a normal life.
is not much bigger than me and is so gentle in manner, naive, arrived in town tells me that if we want to stay together ... for six New Zealand case ?????? No, I mean in Wat with the other monks of course.
I think about it a bit 'up and despite what intrigues me a lot to thank him very much and I tell him no.
Wake up at 5 and meditation, meal at 12, the only of the day, meditation ... I'm not ready yet, maybe farther J .
Good luck to all.
Fixed a rather huge gh and crowded around the town.
Nothing particularly exciting but much more quiet, rustic and lively, with interesting colonial buildings, but nothing particularly pests, very few foreigners around local and friendly, not bad.
Around town looking to rent a bike to patrol the area, visit some interesting sites and school Khmer New Geration Organization mentioned by Monkey in his post.
All I suggest the same place to rent but the prices seem a bit 'high, so I decide to information by the motobiker of the place but prefer to accompany me, I do not think so and I finally agree with one of them at an acceptable price.
I also ask how to get around the school but some do not know and others I speak pretty bad saying that, like many other such schools around the country, donations are not often used for children ... it worries me a bit '.
Even as the city around me stops a boy on a bike with good English and asked me where I am, what I do and if I am interested to visit her English school for children of villages just outside the city.
I explain that in English I just can not teach anything but he said it was not important, just that we spend some 'time and leave some donation, shows me a printed sheet with all costs to the prices in $ and a letter from a donor / volunteer German that made him a website for free.
is quite insistent and so strange when I expose my concern and curiosity; maybe I can buy books, pens or qualcosa'altro, okay if I bring the case tomorrow ?
He says it is, you put your helmet on ... and spins this worries me a bit and do not really know what to think because all the places visited since I set foot in the country I have seen hundreds and hundreds of schools funded and supported by all countries in the world, hundreds of associations and NGOs.
thought it over and back to the hotel after dinner, both here and at 21 is fully closed.
With my pleasure to know that the mammoth gh, at sunset, home to thousands of guests not paying, my dear "friends."
Entry, stairs, corridors with their windows wide open, are home to thousands of flying cockroaches, I can reach the room on the second floor shield making me have fun with the pack among the servants, never seen nothing like it, haunted.
Plus I had to listen to their songs of love all night ... but sonooooooooo ?????
The next day, when crossing a "carpet scrochierellante" after the morning ration of DTT, I leave for my exploration into motion.
Now quarrel with the petrol station by China's exchange rate for the purchase of petrol, because we are more than $ 1 4200 riel but when calculating their pay at $ 4000, if you pay in riel 4300 for 1 $!!!!
No my dear, is not that we can manipulate reality to your liking, 4000, and just caught!
After a few insults in Chinese Italy wins!
Outside the city takes everything simple and beautiful colored houses, fields and green spaces, through villages of smiling and really friendly people, mostly children leaving school with their uniforms trying to get my attention greeting and spoken English, all eyes awake and huge smiles, they are sweet.
note that many schools are here in these remote villages far from towns and schools in Cambodia, also funded by foreign funds, public schools.
Some try to give me directions because sometimes I get lost on the rugged roads of red earth, and all you try to communicate in any way, I'm really a nice piece of Cambodia, probably all country is so you just step outside the "path" in touch and lick it for a moment I had forgotten.
There are some sites Khmer, Angkor Wat small (little small) scattered and dispersed, a few km from the city like Phnom Banan (and deadly staircase), the Wat Ek Phnom and the Wat Sampeau Phnom, a temple on a hill accessible by bike if you know the streets, otherwise ... most of 3000 and climb stairs.
The policeman at the entrance makes me free to park near his hammock and I "recommend" to walk up. As I trudged across a group of Cambodians on trips, mostly old ladies accompanied by three young monks, u no them while they are watching me crushed baked on and tells me to do fun with them, even though he limps and sweats!
Before the temple on the summit there are several temples and statues of Buddha in honor funded by donations from around the world I, among the caves and hollows of the hill, I do visit them all, are hired as a guide to the little children Barefoot bearing torches.
arrive at the top after a long time ', some talk and when we breath.
The view is amazing you can see across the plains to the city.
From the top you reach a small temple in a cave in which Pol Pot's Khmer threw people still alive, if you ask the Monaco but also direct them ... says no.
I find information from some vendors but I like the feeling of doing something wrong, all appear to be reluctant, "dark" in giving me an indication.
I find the entrance to a path there is a table with some very kind people that make me an offer to leave, free, and make me write a book on general and amount.
arrive over the long staircase and go down, there is a cage of wood and metal inside human remains ... resist a few seconds, the time and date of a thought.
back down the hill and leave ... with the usual lump in my throat in the heart ... el'incomprensibile
Andrea, Battambang
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