Cambodia – Points of Interest

A great way to travel...

A great way to travel…

There are many stalls along the side of the road into Siem Reap with piles of crickets. Snack anyone?
 
Many people are happy to eat dog here but some are fussy about eating cat. Go figure.
 
The roads are very potholed and full and puddles and hard to walk down. There are some footpaths but often there are cars parked all over them.

 
Construction sites: there’s one next door where they are building a restaurant. There are no hard hats and the workers are all in bare feet.
 
If the locals hear frogs, they say the are ‘calling the rain’.
 
They make really cool rubbish bins here that look like cauldrons, created with recycled tires. Have seen this in Thailand wats also.
 
All bike riders here are experts in the art of pothole evasion.
 
A gecko can land on you from somewhere above at any given moment.
 
God forbid a crocodile does so.
 
You can get a headache by trying to figure out the difference between US, Thai and Cambodian money. Don’t even try – just hand it over.
 
The local ‘supermarket’ has signs on the doors saying ‘Sorry, we’re open’.
 
They have more alcohol than groceries on their shelves.
 
Here you can buy a can of Pringles for $2.70 and a 1.25 bottle of Whiskey for $3.50.
 
In our guesthouse –
 
To lock your room door, you have to turn the key clockwise twice, listening for the tumblers as you do. If more than one person is doing this in the hallway, it sounds like Fort Knox or a prison.
 
If you buy a can of Sprite from them, they for some reason never have change, so they ‘owe you’ a can of Sprite in the future or a small bottle of water. I have never in my life had to settle for lemonade as change before.
 
There is both fan and aircon available in our room.
 
The shower has 2 hoses and 2 nozzles. I’m not asking…
 
For the help yourself coffee, there is a large packet of Nescafe sachets and a jar of sugar. No milk. No, no milk. End of story.
 
There are many fish spas available in the bigger guesthouses/hotels. You stick your feet in and the fish nibble on your feet. It feels strange – very strange.
 
That’s it for now. We’re off to watch the young fella here cook our dinner and learn his secrets of the perfect fried rice. Yum.
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