Cambodia has treated
us well so far, and if we are ever in strife or in a situation, then you can
count on Annie to pull us out of it. Here’s a direct quote that pretty much
sums up my general vague attitude to life and traveling and how Ann is
responsible for several ‘near misses’ at the hands of moi.
“AD has taken the
reins on the collision course that is CG’s life”
However, Cambodia is
no Thailand, there are significantly less tourists, and the locals have been (in
our relatively limited experience) substantially unfriendly. We had a horrid
tuk tuk driver who tries to rope us into a tour with him one night, when we
were tired, it was raining and it was well into the early hours of the morning.
When we disagreed, he demanded more money from us, and continually abused us (well
mostly me) for a good 10 minutes whilst Annie sorted out our check-in at the
hostel. Poor old CG was fairly unequipped to deal with such aggression at such
a late hour after such a long day, and it was only after he told us to very
specifically to *beep* off, and followed us to our hostel room, did we begin to
feel quite unsafe. The hostel staff didn’t even bat an eyelid as this creepy
mid 50’s tuk tuk driver with crazy eyes followed
us to our room and threatened us. Terrible. Ann was scared to leave the room
(she was convinced that he was going to try and steal her shoes – long story) so
I left to get them from downstairs and he spat at me. Horrid.
Downtown |
However we have been
ripped off A FAIR BIT in Siem Reap so far. Seems CG is not as adequate at bartering
as she once thought. Conversations often go like this;
“How much to go to
the temple?”
“$10”
“$7..?”
“No”
“Okay!”
*gets in the tuk tuk”
Ridic.
Elephants aren’t treated very well here, so we have decided to not go with the classic signature photo of us riding an elephant in Cambodia. Did take a photo of his backside though. They are so cute Annie almost fainted.
Risk your life to establish a secure power connection in Siem Reap |
Classic Siem Reap |
We’ve visited the Landmine
museum, that damned our spirits with the stories and reality of the landmine
situation in Cambodia, and how it still affects many lives today. Children are
continually orphaned, people of the older generation crawl along the streets begging
for money and after visiting a museum, hearing survivor stories and donating to
the orphanage, we rode home in silence.
#malaria |
Rural Siem Reap, on the way to Landmine museums |
They use the US
dollar more than the Cambodian riel here, which is something we didn’t expect. Apart
fromm gassing people in a five metre radius as we layer up the bug spray, or
wincing as we pass westerners here for sex tourism, Siem Reap has a night life
alive with backpackers, cheap buckets of booze and travellers wanting to escape
the reality that confronts them in Siem Reap. We met some friends from our bus
ride for drinks, and ended up meeting a crew of backpackers from all over. We
spent many of our nights at “Angkor What…?! Bar” in which if you consumed a
ridiculously irresponsible and uncomprehendable amount of alcohol, you were
awarded with a free t-shirt that had “Angkor What?!” on the front and “..promoting
irresponsible drinking since 1993” on the back. The night life in Siem Reap is actually
quite fun, there’s one main pub street, where to echoes of terrible karaoke are
heard, feral cats wander the streets licking up vomit and people do mass rounds
of the Nutbush in the streets. Massage parlours offer happy endings, and we’ve
learnt the ways in which you can tell that a ‘massage’ parlour is actually disguised
as a brothel. Red fairy lights around the doors is one example, another less
obvious one is women clinging onto men
as they walk past screaming ‘happy ending, happy ending!!” and attempting to
drag them into the building. Children are put forward as well, and it’s been
one hell of a confronting city to be in. Ask me about the sex tourism I’ve
witnessed, the child sex industry…the stories will shock you. Eek.
“But it’s Blacky! He
fooled me with his cuteness…I thought he’d be nice”
Yeah, ok pal. Enjoy rabies
then.