Cambodian Capers

Sweating. Profusely. Beer sweats. Meat sweats. Wearing of man-made fibres induced sweats. The beads that collect on the brow of both myself and Klobo (albeit that they are more copious in amount for Klomosexual. Sweaty bitch. haha), seem to be gathering in number. It is a little disturbing to wake in a puddle and breath in the refreshing stench of must which clings to your pink primark seahorse pyjamas. Or is that just me? No, definitely Chloe too.

Anyway, that is just a little observation I thought I would share. So, what adventures have the Kloster and I been getting up to? We last left you in Kratie. An interesting place. No cold milk for your tea, which is frustrating. Simply a town that's focal point was a market, that due to the rain had a murky, grey moat surrounding it that you had to wade through in order to get anything. And flip-flops flick water/mud/dirty oozy ming all up your legs. But, we decided that eating from the market was the true traveller style, so we selected some hubble bubble from some big silver pans and treated our self to a freshly cooked fish (head and tail and EVERYTHING). Tasty as you like, perched on a wall in the twilight, with the mozzies gnawing at our ankles.

And then we went to see the e Irrawaddy dolphins of the Mekong River. These are funny looking things that are super endangered (only about 80 or so knocking about in the river!). It was so lovely to just sit on the lake (obviously in a long boat) and dolphin spot - one even gave us a little wave! But what was equally as enjoyable and interesting was the motorbike ride to the river through the Cambodian villages. I've come to realise that my blogs perhaps do not truly describe the places that we are visiting and the cultures we are being exposed to, so here is a little 'Reflections on Cambodia' that I penned whilst on a 12 hour (bumpy and lacking leg-space) bus journey...(yes, yes, no sudden deviations to travel writer for me!):

Ít is very humbling to see children engulfed in happiness though simple pleasures: running along with an old tyre; playing the drums with a cluster of empty plastic petrol canisters; a stone to throw and catch. To have the liberty to tinker about naked, dancing about to the rhythms and rhymes in their own imagination. To exercise a naive curiosity and enthusiasm for the unknown and to engage with it through squeaking "goodbye", "hello", and "good day!" to you as you sail through their village on the back of a motorbike - the quintessential way to soak up the sights.
The village. It appears, from the wind whisked backseat of the tantalisingly liberating back seat of a motorbike, as well as from behind the restrictive pane of the public bus, that villages are composed of wooden houses, laid upon stilts in order to elevate their dry sanctuary from the clutches of the pools of rainy season's milk (hmm...getting a bit keen on the creative writing here). 'Shops', consisting of the packets of noodles, jars of sweets and copious amounts of a single form of fruit or vegetable sprinkle the stretch of road. Children, dogs, cows (or rather, buffalo) and chickens amble freely amongst the wooden frames. Perhaps the freshest, most organic fruit and veggies are those that we gorged on here, for this is an agrarian country, with over 80% of the population being farmers. Durian fruit, lychees, bananas, soft coconut, jack fruit, Cale and corn. And rice. Lots of rice. There is an abundance of food, on every street corner, at every market, at every turn. Silver pots of mysterious liquids, grills of fish, chicken, pork and beef. Perhaps this is very much the indulgence of a people who suffered such severe starvation under a cruel 'revolutionary' regime but only 30 years ago. And their faces are beautiful - the most elegant ad open of all those in SE Asia I have had the pleasure to see. Round and inquisitive, with a clear, soft skin, giving a deceiving impression of youthfulness in cases which may not hold for other nationalities. A willingness to break into a brilliant smile when invited by a flash of mutual pleasure from oneself.

So how was that? Sickly or insightful? Fancied cracking out some creative writing skills, but hope that they gave you some insight into what it is like here. If not, there are plenty of pictures on facebook!

And then further north we went to the east of Cambodia - Rattakiri province. Banlung City is the provincial capital of ratanakiri province in Cambodia 's mountainous northeastern corner. And we were there for elephants!! Hurrah! Yes, we got them, but it was not easy. Firstly, we again had first hand experience or the distinct lack of road Cambodia on occasion boasts. And sitting at the back of the bus was an error, for it is amazing how high you can fly outta your seat when you hit a particularly generous pot-hole in the road. And we broke down. Twice. It took hours and it rained. Continuously. And in Ban Lung there seems to be but a sea of rich, red earth, that in torrential downpours turns into a red lava that inhibits cars (and definitely buses) from getting to where they want to be. Even better when you are on the back of a motorbike and you suddenly realise how far over you are leaning....but i didn't fall off. Thank the Lord. And elephant riding in the jungle was AMAZING!! We trekked through rubber plantations and then zipped our way around several beautiful waterfalls and then swam in a gorgeous big lake - and it was sunny all afternoon! Hurrah!

Then we had to take on the 12 hour bus journey back and down to Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. 0 leg room and a big bag of lychees. Heaven, surely? But Phnom Penh was really cool - our guest house looked out onto a big lake that looked magical with the reflection of fairy lights dancing upon it. And we continued to be good travellers and walked lots along the waterfront and around the markets the first day, then missioned all the sights in one whole day. The most upsetting and sobering experience was visiting S-21. This was a school that was converted into a high-security prison during the Pol Pot, Khmer Rouge regime, and basically was a secret prison of torture and, invariably, death. It was sickening to walk through the prison cells that were once rooms of education and see the metal frames that had held so many innocent people whilst incomprehensible torture was inflicted on them. And each person - child, woman, man - had a photo taken on admittance to S-21. All these portraits were mounted on boards in other prison cells, and it was just simply so upsetting to see all the faces and know what was in store for them. If they did not perish within the confides of S-21, there were lorried out of Phnom Penh to the 'Killing Fields'. Mass graves were dug, sometimes by the victims themselves, before they are shot or hit on the skull. We went to the Killing fields after going around the prison, and a weird, eerie atmosphere resided there. More than 17,000 civilians were killed and buried in mass graves. This place is a chilling reminder of the brutalities of the genocidal Khmer Rouge regime. In the center of the area is a 17 story glass stupa which houses 8000 skulls exhumed from mass graves. Really tough experience. And then we went to the Royal Palace, which wasn't quite so emotionally difficult.

Party time, party time!! Yip, yip, yip - with Klo celebrating her 22nd year of gracing the planet, it was time to get to Sihanoukville, the seaside party place of Cambodia. I mean, after all that traveller education, a holiday by the seaside was well in order. Boozy banter as to be expected, but last night was particularly special. Klo's birthday party. After meeting Leroy in Malaysia, who happens to own the coolest guesthouse in Snooky, an order of a 'Pink and Glitter Party' was requested for Klo. And it was AMAZING!!!! Flyers, balloons and pink Sooooooooo much pink (and we mean, shocking pink) and copious amounts of glitter....a hardcore got really in the swing of things - babies (yes, girlies in nappies with pink bonnets), boys in pink hotpants and sporting pink plastic guitars, or having a bustle of flowers flowing behind you...or just being barbie with a dash of trannie (Klo and I)...and throw in a surprise chocolate brownie cake (sooo tasty) and a few pink cocktails and you are well away!!! Soooooooooo much fun!! But soooooo wasted! Hahaha! And there looks as though there has been a pink glitter bomb that has erupted across of shed of a room. I don't want to go back in there....