Where Is Isabella Soprano

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Once in the city begins the usual search for an accommodation between dozens of touts and tuk tuk squawking in motion, I and New Zealand the middle class of Auckland in crisis management mystic known in the van, we are able to evade them and we start looking for an accommodation, after we find a great little guest house thai style full of Backpakers not far from the center .

Once placed immediately began to search for information to visit the site of Angkor and the surrounding areas to the city.

The search continues for two days!

stubborn I walked through the city in all directions allowed by the town perimeter, between agencies, residents, hotels, restaurants Western tourist police, tourist information and resident aliens ... no, you can rent a bike in town! (That is, in fact I found two that did it but at my own risk if stopped by police).

It seems there is a law in force exclusively for Siem Reap to avoid problems with foreigners in the event of an accident ... in fact requires tourists to visit the city, and the surrounding areas the site! , accompanied only by local motorbike, tuk tuk, taxi, minivan, donkeys, coaches, carriages, skateboards or rollerblades!, The only possibility to do it yourself is the bike.

But the site is quite far and quite large so you need to visit the three-day ticket, $ 60!

happens the "law"??

I even tried to talk to the police (after a grueling search for the "barracks" that brought me close to the river between shacks and people - true - thanks to the local information ... thank you, between 1 km was the sentence, I asked six people, we do that?) telling him that I wanted to visit areas outside the city, like the floating villages and other sites in the province, they said tour operator ... anyway I had to give up and although a lot of pissed off, I went to Angkor with motobaiker through my guest house.

The departure for the tour is at 4 am to arrive for the dawn and begin the long ride.

the evening I try to update the blog on the terrace of wifizzata guest but a meeting of the New Zealand yesterday.

next meeting ... I find him my couch smells like a field of lavender, Ingell, jeans and shirt, complete with pilu Masculo in plain sight, eye and attitude Leperino yeah.

we can offer you a beer?

Of course I say, never refuses a beer J ...

Return to burst and start talking about his work, emotional situations and confusion ... I understand the inner half of what he says at one point but I understand fully the message of his body.

Left arm behind my back and hopping on my right thigh.

Lying slightly embarrassed but I would point out the many fine young men and young girls are all around us but he continues to stare into his eyes without giving weight to my "messages" to the point where, with great tact and irony, to do this that my genetic constitution-Italic clashes with the new frontiers of global and pleasure for years, and for the next reincarnation, on the back of my underware says "not creeedo ...."

The moment was rather embarrassing for him, but definitely fun for me.

With a gentle smile and mutual we laid off ... good night "all blacks" no wooden spoon this year!!

This worries me, however, now since I left the only nods were received from twenty English spotty left in tears on a wooden jetty, two lady boy lot Saving Silverman, a photojournalist Scottish fifty lover of Italy, a German buisnessman thirties and manager New Zealand ... I start to worry? L .

At 4 am I found myself behind a rickety motor direction Angkor really dark, a few people around and fresh air.

arrive at the ticket office and tell me please smile ... "click" and print a valid ticket with my photos all day ... I smile at 4 am for $ 20 for entry and 16 of motorbiker ??

forget me ... No watches

type leaves me to Angkor Wat just before dawn when a dark sea of tourists goes to the inside.

When the sun rises, the show is really exciting, I ride like a lunatic taking pictures (can not) while the others sit around and enjoy the spectacle of the dawn of that lost is always great to see, in the end I do kidnap a soft color palette of the sky with pink, orange and blue surround the temple, how wonderful, and every day ... how I've missed in my hectic existence ...

During the tour of the temple a bit of patriotic pride peeps, the temple is being restored (actually the whole site is and all countries of the world if they are done loading "piece part", all!) and the country that is funding it is Italy with a large sum of money.

I know in this difficult economic period may seem inappropriate to be proud of but the place is worth more than all my most fantastic imagination.

again and continue their visit with my lazy rider who tries to propose a trip to a "polygon" of a friend where I can use pistols, machine guns, hand grenades and bazookas, I reply with the slaps on the back of his head; continue turning the huge parking area in m discusses several places to 12 in the morning but my camera is completely empty so we decide to go back to town for lunch and recharge ... and because there are degrees and 15,000 million steps.

After an hour's start and return to the site, please read our tour in this vast place, I do not visit all, it is impossible in one day, but what I see surprises me.
C ow my feelings that are unable to contain the emotions evoked by this, I will not elaborate on the description of each temple, building, construction, not nor why there is a viscerally exciting place, there is something inexplicable and magical, just images, documentaries and films, is the human work best view until now, every stone, every relief, image, form, speak a language invisible, inaudible, not to mention the mystical fusion with nature for hundreds of years that has kept it hidden, protected, modified and treated in its geometry ... is indescribable.

I hope that the photos, in part, to do so.

Siem Reap is a town created solely for Angkor, to park the tourists and satisfy their cravings, the few downtown streets are a mirror of the old continent, bars, restaurants, massages and souvenirs, not even the market (except culinary) ... then I am curious departure to Phnom Penh.

For lunch we stopped in a village with the usual ristotrash Cockroach and filled in the buffet, but this time, what strikes me, besides the sudden materialization of people without limbs and in military uniform looking for a handout, it is a girl of about 7 years playing leaning against a wall.

play with something in his hands that seem far from colorful toys turn out to be closely ... a praying mantis with a blinding green the size of a barbie and a giant butterfly with wings drilled.

The sweet smiling girl is feeding a beautiful ... ciccio brrrrividi.

arrive in Phnom Penh and close to let me do Boeng Kak Lake, where is the guest house indicatami by Reiji, the curious Japanese met in Siem Reap that runs for three months in Asia with a backpack type invicta half empty, I think big, but as soon as I reach the place consigliatomi immediately perceive the lack of reality of the Japanese.

The area around the lake is practically a tourist scannatoi of 500 square meters, three tiny streets filled up to capacity of agencies, tuk tuk and motobike deafening and liars to the core, western restaurants and guest houses , the latter economic truth, but built "palafittatamente" a lot of water and shaky.

system in this cabin I own in the "suite" on the lake, but after a night spent listening to the incessant "work" between roof, walls and beams of the giant rodent hosts, I decided to move in comfort, although microbes, room building of concrete next ... and paying less to come, Nippon!

Step 4 days touring the city but in a climate hallucinating because of neuroses provoked by the continual, relentless insistence with which the motobikers tuktukkari and they stop you, is something unbearable in the vicinity of a species tourist area, never felt so annoyed at all the way, every square meter, cm, even follow you and ask you why.

Needless to explain to them that visiting a place means to walk and look, you say you smiling froreigner, motobike?? J

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The city is not as bad as I thought, just a bit too westernized, full of buildings and foreign companies, shops and Chinese restaurants, cars and motorbikes, a busy and complicated city.

The area is really pretty close to the museum and the royal palace (visit inside the palace to be avoided at zero interest, especially the silver pagoda that silver has only 4 tiles of silver as thick as the Domopak aluminum and covered with carpet!) there are also several housing and nice time, even if the prices are a little 'higher.

The city does not offer much to see except the museum, Wat Phnom, a temple on the hill in the center city, even though she was the "heart" I was not aroused interest, the genocide museum and the S-21 Choeung Ek, one of the Killing Fields, the Khmer Rouge killing fields of Pol Pot ...

I've only seen it, read the stories and the atrocities, the views were of almost 10000 atrociously massacred people to save precious bullets, mostly women and children, unsettling, such as the stupa containing plexiglass about 5000 skulls and a small museum showing, inter alia, a brief description of the process to members of the regime.

30 years have passed, a show trial as well as all those fake, bloated Western benefactors of "united nations" who have profited and benefited in every way (and still do) of a country and a people which still bears the signs in the eyes of that terrible recent past.

What a shame man, interest, power, money ... I have a horror of what I feel for the killers, a horror that haunts not only the body and mind but lacking something deeper than the soul ....

Killing Fields, Choeung Ek, the entrance fee and is obviously run by a foreign company.

nefarious.

Andrea, Phnom Penh